#this dying man .. this man who died in his arms ... and apparently was just looking for the same kind of validation that ryoma himself

[dolche-tejada]

You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously

Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.

Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.

Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !

Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.

And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.

Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.

And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he has Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.

Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.

There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.

Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.

And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhage…

As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.

Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best our MC could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dust…

Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.

A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.

And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.

Clearly not the same as with the heroes...

Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion Jealousy Part 2

The graphic extension to this but a lil less serious and definitely not sfw.

CW: Jealous spawn astarion who is still a sweetheart, but the drow twins get under his skin. graphic sex scenes, oral, relatively tame honestly. The sex part will be under the cut btw which is m/f. Also vampire man drinks blood. mentionable incorrect language for sex workers

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It was odd, being home in Baldur’s Gate without the threat of Cazador always looming. Odd, but equally as wonderful. It had been so thoughtful, if not a little idiotic for Cazador to end up being your first stop in the city. The fight itself had been a blur, a barrage of intense emotions and bloody violence. Astarion had come so close to losing himself back there, losing everything that made him better than the man who almost ruined him. But then… you stopped him. You saw something more in him, a chance for a better life. A more meaningful life, away from the shackles of vampiric power obsessions. 

He was officially free. Now he could exist without any fear of his disgusting master’s retribution. He could just… be. Well… not including his darling’s own myriad of enemies that seemed to follow them about everywhere. And there was still the matter of defeating the elder brain, and lord knows if any of you made it through that alive. But at least his personal demons were slain and out of the picture.

Every little step counted after all. Perhaps some of your delusional hopefulness had finally started to rub off on him, but Astarion was actually starting to look forward to his future. Your future, together. All he had to do was get through a few more perilous adventures and then he’d really have you all to himself. 

All that said, Astarion could really go without the frequent visits to the local brothel. Was it the best place in the city for gathering information? Yes. It seemed that every walk of life in Baldur’s Gate found their way into Shar’s Caress and if you were going to find alternative passage to the underworld, this would be the best place to find it. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. For one there were the unwelcome advances to his own person, the concept of grace and personal space apparently left at the door. He was so very close to breaking the hand of the next person who thought it was appropriate to grab his ass. And if they could afford to get kicked out he would have by now. Your verbal, angry tirades in his defense could only scare off so many. 

But as terrible as his own discomfort was, it was nothing in the face of how often you were being fawned over. What was it about you that seemed to drive everyone mad? Yes you were objectively attractive, but this was frankly getting out of hand. First there was the green skinned druid doing something sensual to your mind, then there were the general stares and whispers as you walked by, and now a pair of gorgeous drow twins trying and failing to proposition you. 

It was getting tiresome. There were only so many times a man could take his lover being offered “free” services before he snapped. 

On one hand, he could respect the dedication they had to the craft. He could be considered something of a hired whore himself in his time, the old, “the first one’s free” was a tried and true trick. And he also knew, vaguely, that no one was actually trying to steal you from him. But on the other, he couldn’t help the fact that he wanted to claw their eyes out for looking at you so brazenly.

He hadn’t expected the eyes of the woman to wander over to him, like she was just noticing the possessive arm he had wrapped around your waist, “Is that your partner with you? How would you both feel about having a little fun?”

Absolutely fucking not. Maybe the old Astarion would have smiled and nodded, ready to do whatever was asked of him. But the man from that wretched era had died, or at the very least was dying. And he would be damned if he let you lay with another, never less participate in it. 

Astarion interrupted your overly-polite attempts stuttering of a refusal. He glared at them both, a sneer painted on his face, “We’ll be passing on that. You’d think the first no would have sufficed, but I suppose it’s not fair to expect everyone to have basic language comprehension. Now as illuminating as this conversation has been, we have places to be. Excuse us.”

Then he was pulling you away, happy to ignore the offended huffs of indignation he had left in his wake. 

“We’re supposed to be investigating, remember?” You said with a giggle, not even questioning him as he dragged you to the second floor, “Being rude is not the way we’ll find travel to the hells.”

“I highly doubt they would have been of use,” Astarion said as he pushed you into the first empty room he could find. He felt off, maybe even a little crazed as he turned to you, “Tell me darling, what is it about you that makes you so irresistible, hm?”

He crowded you against the closed door, ducking his head into the crook of your neck to breath you in. You smelled heavenly, you always did. He could trace the barest whiff of your blood from beneath your skin, always calling to him. You were the sweetest thing he ever tasted. Delicious even, for more reasons than one. 

“T-They just wanted my coin,” You gasped when he started to suck bruises into your skin, “That’s all.”

“I think they wanted a bit more than that,” Astarion bit out as he shoved his thigh between your legs, “What will it take for others to realize you’re mine.”

His hands were wandering, resting low to grip your hips. He was using them to move you, forcing you to grind against his thigh. You grasped at his shoulders, trying to bite back a moan as you stared at him with wide eyes, “You want to do it here? Does that door even lock?”

It looked like it didn’t, not that Astarion cared. Maybe walking in on him ravishing you would finally start getting the point across of who you belonged to. Astarion shrugged, "There are less appropriate venues than literal whore houses."

“But-”

“But I can tell you want it,” Astarion interrupted with a smirk, his hands barely working to move your body anymore. But that wasn’t stopping you from rubbing yourself all over him, “Just look at you darling. Desperate little thing. But if you really don’t want to…”

Astarion made a lazy attempt to step back, laughing out loud when your desperately pulled him back, your desire finally winning out over your common sense. But you were glaring at him, obviously annoyed that he was so good at riling you up. He had seen that look before, the one that just screamed that you were scheming something. 

He just hadn’t expected you to drop to your knees in front of him, huffing as you started to undo the fastenings to his pants, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit of a shit?”

“Maybe,” Astarion said with a strained laugh, his breath catching when you pulled his half-hard cock out, “But it seems to keep getting me the things I want.”

You rolled your eyes before licking a wide strip up his cock, like you weren’t directly proving his point. You looked amazing own there, you’re half-hearted glare morphing into a blissful haze. 

Gods, how were you real? Astarion wasn’t quite sure why you were such a fan of getting him down your throat, but he knew that he was a lucky bastard for it. 

“Sweet girl,” Astarion sighed, letting a hand drift down to tangle in your hair, “Sweet girl with a perfect mouth. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

You made a small, affirmative noise around his cock, taking him in deeper as you clutched at his thighs. You were so good at this, so well-trained after months of being together. He loved the soft, wet sounds that would escape your lips as you swallowed him down, the pretty way your eyes would water as you encouraged him to fuck your throat, how you would squirm in place on your knees, no doubt ruining your panties with how wet you were getting. 

And no one else would ever know. No one would get to see you like this again, feel you like this. Needy, desperate, and his. Oddly enough, that thought was what sent him over the edge. He came down your throat, groaning as you eagerly swallowed around him. 

You pulled off of him slowly, panting while you smiled up at him. There was the smallest string of spit mixed with his come, connecting from the head of his cock to your lips. You licked it up, still clinging to his thighs as you hazily stared up at him. Sweet enough to make his heart skip a beat, and his dick give a valiant twitch.

He pulled you to your feet, not wasting any time in smashing your lips together. He spun you around, pushing you towards what he prayed was a clean bed. 

He pushed you back onto the sheets, making quick work of tearing your pants down your legs as he grinned down at you, “Your turn.”

He kneeled in front of you; spreading his hands over your splayed thighs to peel off your underwear. The core of you was already glistening, slick enough to make Astarion’s mouth water. He licked his lips as he spread your legs further apart, shameless as he feasted on you with his eyes. 

You were shaking in his hold, biting your bottom lip when you whined, “Stop staring already…”

“But you’re so pretty here my sweet,” Astarion cooed, tracing a single finger over the seam of your cunt, “And you’re dripping. Poor thing, have I kept you waiting too long?”

You nodded excitedly above him, your hips bucking when he let his fingers dip in further between your pussy lips. He lightly traced your clit, softly laughing at the way the simple touch made you whine.

It was his own fault that you were so needy, a fact that brought a smirk to his lips. You always got so wet after you had him down your throat, soaked and gorgeous. 

Astarion dove right in, loudly moaning as he licked into your folds. He dragged his lips upward to suckle on your clit, basking in all the cries and whimpers escaping you.

He licked back down, teasing your hole with his tongue as your legs quivered around his head. He let the sharpness of his fangs scrape against you as he started to fuck you with his tongue, threatening your most intimate places.

He knew you liked that; little minx that you were. The slight risk of pain that was always looming. It made him want to sink his fangs in you for real, a hunger that he'd sate after he had you gushing into his mouth.

You were already close, he could tell from the way your cunt was tightening around his tongue; too worked up from the thrill of being in public and the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. Astarion trailed talented fingers up to rub against your clit, his tongue still curling inside of you as you cried out. Finally falling over the edge. But that wasn't stopping him from continuing to play with you.

You had to tug on Astarion’s hair for him to finally pull away, too over sensitive to handle his talented tongue. You were still trembling by the time he leaned back, licking his lips. He rested his head on your thigh, obviously pleased with himself as he grinned up at you. He could feel your heart racing against his cheek, the sound of your blood pumping singing through your veins. It had his mouth watering for a completely different reason. 

He let his fangs drag against the delicate skin of your inner thigh, looking up at you through his lashes, "Can I?"

A superfluous question. Not when he already knew the answer before it escaped your lips.

“Y-yeah," You mumbled, lovingly gazing down at him. He would never tire of seeing that look on your face, "But be gentle? Please?” 

"Of course my love," Astarion murmured, before promptly sinking his fangs into your flesh. He had to hold you down from the way you were still trembling, your quivering only getting worse at the pleasure mixed with pain. He didn’t let himself go rabid, just enough to get a taste. He was pulling back too soon, smiling to himself at the little whine you let out. He gently licked over the wound before standing, not yet swallowing the last drops on his tongue.

Instead he leaned forward to kiss you, more than happy to share the sweet taste of your blood as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Thank you my dear,” Astarion sighed as he pulled away, “That was exactly what I needed. Now I think that’s enough investigating for one day.” 

You sighed, taking the time to card your fingers through his hair, “Agreed. Though you might have to carry me out of here now.”

Wasn’t that a wonderful idea?

Astarion hummed as he pulled your clothing back on, “I think I like the sound of that," He didn't give you time to respond, too busy sweeping you up in his arms with a grin, "I'll be taking you up on that."

You squeaked when he hefted you up, bridal style, “I wasn’t being serious!”

But it was too late, Astarion was already kicking the door open. He shrugged at you, completely shameless as he winked at a few onlookers, "Then you shouldn't have suggested it."

You groaned, hiding your face in his shirt as he happily took you outside, “I’m going to get you back for this. I hope you know that.”

Astarion laughed as he kissed the top of your head, “I’m sure you will.”

It was a childish stunt, borderline on par with a jealous tantrum, but gods, did it feel good. Good enough to sate Astarion's obsessive tendencies for an impressive amount of time. Under normal circumstances. 

But what about your lives were normal?

[amara555555]

I got an idea:

Lookism x reader:

Something was wrong. Why you look more…….sharp? Why was there a drastic difference in your appearance? Your skin glowed like a lamp, a smoothness of a baby’s bum, a your lashes longer and acute,your lips even more glossier and your hair BOUNCY????????what in the cinnamon toast fuck is this?

On your way to school in the winter semester you donned a gigantic puffer coat as you met up with your Friends from J high but……where were they? Your meeting point was 7 am sharp, did they leave?

A hand on your shoulder jolts you out of thoughts and you see…………………….who dis?

What stood before you was a boy with the same smoothness of skin and lashes, but his hair….was Bouncier. Lucky hoe. His locks dyed silver and his face looking sharper, his eyes narrower, his lips glossier- the fuck is this?

“Y/n? You ok?”

You knew that voice.

“……Elsa- I mean…..Eli?”

He blinked.

“Yeah, you’re checking my hair- oh yeah I gave it a change.”

Gave it a change? Your hair follicles will give you a change at 25-

“Why do you look like that?”

He blinked at your blunt question.

“Like what?”

You gestured everywhere.

“Like THAT?”

He laughed.

“Little too much energy in the morning no?”

He pats your head all fatherly and calls the rest over as apparently they all waited for your arrival. You peek over his shoulder and see people you have 100% never seen before heading your way-

“Who are they-“

“Your friends- you didn’t forget this big coat but you forgot your Brain huh?”

“Eli this isn’t a joke- who is th-“

You get enveloped into big hulking strong arms and look over your shoulder too see a man bun.

“Goo morning!”

Vasco??????????

You were put down before a cereal bar was handed to you, you look up questioningly to see a blond boy with covered eyes. Ah. Jay. You take it with a mumbled thanks.

“Thanks to your dumbass were already late.”

You glared at……..is that Zack?

“You look like a digimon.”

He scoffs offended before mira put him in his place, who by the way- cute as fu-

Jace just shook his head and walked ahead, he looked the same. Thank god.

You looked over at…..Daniel?….Zoe looked identifiable but Daniel-…….had hair again.

“Hey Y/n! Finally got out of bed?”

You blink and he and Zoe passed you with knowing smiles.

ok what the actual manifesting shits are we going through? Is this puberty? Are we going through our 4 puberty? You didn’t know. Neither did you have time to know as Vasco snatched you up and ran to school because you were late.

Bonus:

You sat next to a bbg Daniel and stared at the black haired imposter who identified as a refill for James Lee. You look over at Daniel.

“If 5 plus 5 is ten and 2 plus 2 is four, what the fuck is this-“

That cashmere cat looking imposter looking fake DG smiled and you physically recoiled before toppling off your chair.

(Someone better check on my baby Crystal. And also Eli mentioned her, are they still talking??????? Why’s that kinda cute? Btw this is you waking up and being suddenly transformed into the new art style and tut hella confused while everyone’s normal. It was supposed to be a self aware reader💀)

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Death Takes a Holiday | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions of self-hate, lots of death, lots of mentions of death, just so many, grief, misogyny, degradation in a not-fun way lol

Word Count: 7664

A/N: Buckle up... This one's a doozy.

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Nothing Dean could say could convince you of your innocence in the battle with the siren. Every time you looked at the wounds you’d given him, nausea would well in your throat. 

What hurt even worse were the things Sam and Dean had said to you. You couldn’t look at either man without thinking of them. You and Dean still slept in the same bed, but you slept on the far edge with your arms curled around yourself and facing away. The light you’d felt slowly coming back to you was diminishing once more. 

You were becoming further isolated in your own mind. In your retreat, you were becoming more and more worried about Uriel’s silence. Was he even aware of what you’d been going through? Had he seen what happened with the siren and not cared to help? 

“Hey, you with me?” Dean asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah,” you forced a smile, “I’m good.”

Dean gave you a look that said he knew you weren’t, but you just gave another small, lopsided smile to reassure him. 

Sam returned to your diner table while he shoved his phone in his pocket. 

“What’s up?” Dean asked, his eyes lingering on you before turning toward his brother.

Sam immediately opened his laptop and started typing. “Bobby found something in Wyoming.”

“A job?” Dean asked, taking a bite of the burger in front of him. You took a fry from his plate, munching on it with your shins resting against the edge of the table in front of you. 

“Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half,” Sam replied. 

“That so unusual?”

“Well, it's how they're not dying,” he explained. Looking up from his computer every once in a while, he continued, “One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch.”

“Capped in the ass?” Dean asked, brows knitting together in confusion. 

Sam read, “Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a nine-millimeter,” from the article he was apparently skimming.

“And he's not a doughnut?” Dean asked around the food in his mouth.

“Locals are saying it's a miracle.”

“Oh, god,” you rolled your eyes.

“It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something,” Sam suggested. He shoved his laptop in his bag and nodded at the burger on Dean’s plate. “Get that to go.”

Dean looked down but remained unmoving. 

You were confused, but you didn’t have the energy to ask what was up. 

“Come on,” Sam urged. 

Dean still stayed in his seat. 

“What?” the younger brother scoffed.

After hesitating, Dean asked, “Sure you want me going with you?”

Sam looked taken aback. “Why wouldn't I?”

“I don't want to be holding you back, or nothing.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Dude, I've told you a hundred times, that was the siren talking, not me. Can we get past this?”

Dean put his food down and brushed his hands off. “Yeah, we’re past it.”

Frustration bubbled in your chest. Dean was being a real hypocrite in that moment; he’d told you repeatedly he didn’t mean what he’d said to you and yet was taking his anger out on Sam for the same thing. Maybe Dean had been telling you the truth when he was under the siren’s spell and was lying to you now. 

****

Given Dean and Sam needed a little space from each other, you and the older brother headed to a motel to start research after you’d interviewed the man who survived a bullet to the heart. The man was convinced it had been god, but an unsettled feeling in your stomach told you it had to be something else. However, he hadn’t been to a crossroads, and he said he felt like angels were watching over him. 

While the case was puzzling, your interest in it could not be held for longer than a few seconds before your mind raced with thoughts about the siren case. 

“What?” Dean asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh?” You looked over at him; he sat on the table in the room behind Sam’s laptop while you were cross-legged on the bed behind yours. 

“Where’d you go?” he asked. 

You snorted. “What do you mean?”

“You were completely zoned,” he replied. 

“Yeah, sorry,” you sighed. “Jus’ got a lot on my mind.”

Dean sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. 

“What?” you questioned. 

“How long are we gonna keep doing this?”

You gave him a quizzical look and tilted your head to the side. 

Dean gestured between the two of you. “This!” He waved his hand around some more. “We just… keep dancing around each other.”

You scoffed. “Are you really lecturing me on not talking about my feelings.”

“Forget I said anything,” he immediately huffed, standing from his chair. 

“Wait, Dean, I was kidding,” you said. 

Dean grumbled, “Didn’t sound like it to me,” and started grabbing clothes out of his duffel bag to possibly go take a shower.

“C’mon, stop.” You shut your laptop. “I really was. I’m sorry.”

He paused and dropped his toiletry bag back into the duffel, then ran that same hand through his hair.

“So, where do you wanna start?” you asked after a few moments of silence.

Dean crossed his arms and turned to face you. “Where do you think?”

“I can’t stop thinking about the siren case,” you said. 

He nodded, gaze cast to the floor. It seemed he was expecting you to say that. “Me neither.”

“Really?” You were slightly surprised. 

“Yeah, I mean, how could I not?” he questioned. 

You took a deep breath. “Just be honest with me, okay?” Dean looked up at you. 

“Were you telling the truth when we were… fighting?” you asked. “Was the siren telling the truth about me making you feel guilty?”

He hesitated, and that really told you all you needed to know. 

You bit the inside of your cheek, tears springing to your eyes. “Okay, that’s alright. I’m glad I know now, at least.”

“(Y/N)—” Dean told you. “Sweetheart, I would’ve never told you that had the siren not tricked me, okay? Please, believe me.”

You nodded, sniffling your tears back to keep them at bay. “I know. But maybe I needed to hear that. Maybe I needed to know. Maybe we just needed to hear that so we can move forward from this angel shit.” You began to pace. “I mean, look at us, Dean. We’re so horrible at talking to each other— we had to have a fucking siren intervene to get us to be honest— we’re so far on either side of the bed that we may as well be sleeping in two separate ones— not to mention, sex seems to be completely out the window; off the table—” you flailed your arms around as you talked, “it’s almost like we don’t know each other anymore, Dean.

"And I miss you! You’re standing right in front of me, and I miss you. It feels like you’re still in Hell, and I’m still alone in that cabin with Uriel looming over my fucking shoulder. And— And the worst part is, I don’t even know how to begin fixing it. But I just— I want you to come back to me. I want to be able to come back to you. Because I am fuckin’ losing my mind, man. And before all of this, you were always the one to keep me grounded.”

You put your hands on either side of his face. “Tell me what I need to do to fix this. To— To fix what I’ve done. Please know how sorry I am, Dee. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Dean gently grabbed your wrists and tugged them ar0und his neck before cradling your face in his hands. He kissed you deeply, and you could taste the salt from tears the both of you had tried not to shed. 

When he pulled away, he told you, “It’s not just you. I- I haven’t been trying nearly as hard as you to fix things, and I’m sorry. I keep thinking that maybe you’ll finally realize you’re too good for me and decide to hit the road for good. Because you are too good for me, (Y/N). You— I mean, nobody’s ever fought as hard for me as you have. And I’m sorry that I’ve been… distant. I just— there’s things I can’t talk about yet, (Y/N). I can’t. I’m trying, but I can’t.”

You nodded. “I get it. But I’m here for you whenever you’re ready, okay? Even if that means when we’re eighty and sitting on porch swings. There’s no rush.”

He smiled weakly at your attempted joke. “I’m sorry I hurt you, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry, too. For… everything,” you told him. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

You leaned up on your tip-toes and kissed him eagerly. He responded in kind, and it seemed he wanted to deepen it. Unfortunately, the door swung open. 

You broke away, and Dean grumbled, “Dammit, Sammy.”

Sam seemed confused, obviously not realizing he’d interrupted something. 

“Anything?” you asked, brushing your hands over your thighs as you sat down on the end of the younger brother’s bed.

“That cancer survivor?” Sam began. “He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug, and now, he's taking her out for their twentieth anniversary.”

“Any sign of a deal?” Dean questioned. 

“No. What about you guys? Found anyone dying around here?”

“Not since Cole Griffith,” you replied. “He died ten days ago. Dean couldn’t find anything after him.”

“So, what are you thinking?” Sam asked, looking between you and his brother.

Dean shrugged. “Eh, maybe it is what the people say it is.”

Sam sat down at the table and flipped his laptop toward himself. “Miracles?” he scoffed. “Dean, our experience, when do miracles just happen?”

“Well, there's no deals,” he shrugged. “There's, uh, no skeevy faith healers.” He poured himself a cup of coffee before stretching one out to you. “I mean, these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light.”

“Maybe 'cause there's no one around to carry them,” Sam thought aloud.

“Whaddaya mean?” you asked.

Dean sat down beside you.

“Well, grim reapers—that's what they do, right? Schlep souls? So, if death ain't in town—”

“Then nobody's dying,” Dean nodded. “So what? The local reaper's on strike? Playing the back nine? I don't know, Sam.” He took a sip from his mug.

“Well, then, let's talk to somebody who might.”

Dean chuckled. “Well, last I checked, huggy bear ain't available.”

“No, dude, the kid,” the brunet suggested.

“The kid? The kid's a doornail.”

“Exactly,” Sam affirmed. “Look, if he was the last person to die around here, then maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him.”

“I love how matter-of-fact you are about that,” Dean chuckled. He looked to the floor and took a sip of the coffee Sam brought him. “Strange lives.” 

****

That night, you headed to the cemetery. As you set up a few candles and a cloth atop Cole Griffith’s grave, Dean flipped through his dad’s journal. 

“You sure this is gonna work?” your partner muttered.

Sam looked up from the bowl he was working over. “No,” he sighed, “but if his spirit's around, this should smoke him out.”

Dean slammed the journal shut and stood up.

“What?” you asked.

“This job is jacked, that's what.”

“How so?” Sam chimed back in.

“You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, right?” He ran a hand through his hair before gesturing down at the grave. “But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people.”

You stood, too. “I don’t want ‘em to die, either, babe, but there’s a natural order.”

Dean quirked a brow at you. “You're kidding, right?”

“What?” you snorted. 

“You don't see the irony in that? I mean, me and Sam, we're like the poster boys of the unnatural order. All we do is ditch death,” Dean replied. 

Sam shrugged. “Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?”

A weight crossed Dean’s shoulders. “We're no different than anybody else.”

“I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to Hell,” Sam replied. “And (Y/N)’s in cahoots with angels. Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I. Neither is she. The sooner you accept that, the better off you're gonna be.”

Dean looked up at his brother. “Eh, Joe the Plumber was a douche,” he jested. 

“You gonna help me finish this?” you asked. You’d sunk back down to your knees in the midst of their conversation. 

“Hey!” a voice barked. You looked toward the voice; the source of which was a man carrying a flashlight jogging toward you. “What are you doing here?”

You quickly jerked upright and held your hands up in surrender. You and Dean shared an uneasy glance while Sam said, “Just take it easy.”

“Okay, this— this is not what it looks like,” Dean chuckled awkwardly. 

“Really? 'Cause it looks like devil worship,” the man scoffed.

Dean’s voice nearly cracked from how high-pitched he was. “What? No! No, this is not devil worship. This—This is—this—this is, uh—” he gave up. “I don’t have a good answer.”

“We're leaving,” you said, quickly gathering the things atop the tombstone.

“You're not going anywhere,” the man snarled, looking over to the younger brother, “ever again, Sam.” His lips drew up in a smile, and his eyes went white. 

“Alastair,” Dean breathed out. 

Discreetly, you reached for your knife. You knew it wouldn’t kill him, but you truly didn’t care.

“I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy,” Dean said evenly.

“Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding,” the demon shrugged. “His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious. Anyway.” He moved his gaze to Sam. “No time to chat. Got a hot date with death—”

You’d barely given him time to finish his sentence before you were chucking your knife at him. He stopped it telekinetically just inches from his face and threw it back at you. With little time to react, you couldn’t move completely out of the way. Somewhat fortunately, the knife aimed for your heart lodged itself in your shoulder and pinned you to Cole’s gravestone. 

Alastair flicked Dean away to another graveyard while you cried out in pain and concern for him. Searing pain was coursing through your upper body; almost as though molten lava had been poured on your left shoulder. 

Alastair tried to do the same to Sam as he did with Dean, but it didn’t work. 

“You're stronger, Sam,” you heard Alastair say faintly over the ringing in your ears. “You've been soloflexing with your little slut?”

You rolled your head back and forth painfully, vision nearly blacking out.

“You have no idea,” Sam replied, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. Suddenly, you heard a large crash. Your eyes burst open to see Sam had thrown Alastair across the cemetery. Sam raised a hand— assumedly to try to exorcise him as you’d seen him do in the warehouse with Ruby— but Alastair fled the man’s body. 

That was the last thing you saw before your world went dark.

****

You faded in and out of consciousness in the backseat of the Impala. Sam spoke in a hushed voice, “I don’t know if they saw anything. Look—” he huffed, “why are you getting pissed off about this? I either did it, or we all woulda fuckin’ died.”

“Whatever,” he sighed. “I gotta go.” 

Then, the car slowed to a stop. You assumed you were in the parking lot of a motel somewhere. 

Sleep was threatening to pull you back under; the steady throbbing in your arm almost daring you to close your eyes again. Your head lolled to the side limply, and you succumbed to the darkness once more. 

****

The next time you opened your eyes, you were lying on a motel bed. You groaned, rolling on your side while clutching your shoulder. 

“Sweetheart, you there?” you heard a familiar voice call. 

“Yeah,” you hummed, shutting your eyes in pain. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got thrown fifty yards into a solid cement gravestone,” he snarked. “Oh, wait.”

You rolled your eyes, cracking a small smile. Cautiously, you sat up on your elbow opposite your hurt shoulder. 

“I think I have a concussion,” Dean whined. 

You turned to see him holding an ice pack to his head. “You probably do.” Wincing, you got up from the bed. “Lemme see.”

“Uh-uh. Sit down,” he told you. “I’m fine. You got stabbed.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “I’ve had worse.”

He gave you a skeptical look. 

“Okay, fine, this one’s pretty up there—” he chuckled while you continued, “but I’ll be okay.” You gestured down to the pressure wrap Sam assumedly had put around your shoulder. “He did a good job.”

Just then, the younger brother opened the door. “How you doing?” he asked the two of you while he shut the door behind him. 

“I'm in pain, that's how I'm doing,” Dean grumbled, the soft disposition he had with you disappearing.

“He thinks he has a concussion,” you told Sam. “I’m good. Nice job with the wound care, House.”

The brunet flashed a crooked smile. “Thanks.”

Just then, you remembered what you’d heard in the car, and your smile faded. Still, you tried your best to keep up a facade until you could thoroughly think over whether or not you’d tell Dean.

“So, demons, huh?” Dean said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah,” Sam snorted. “So much for miracles.”

Dean gave him a slightly accusatory look. “And what the hell happened with Alastair again?”

“I told you, he tried to fling me, or whatever.” He waved his hand in demonstration while nonchalantly walking over to the coffeemaker. “And it didn't work, so he bailed.”

They’d apparently had a talk prior to you waking up.

“Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time,” your partner reminded his brother.

Sam shrugged. “Got no idea.” He turned to the coffeemaker again, and you stared at Dean. 

It seemed he was trying to hold back his words, but to no avail. “Sam, do me a favor. If you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you, but just don't treat me like an idiot, okay?”

“What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. 

Dean hummed in disapproval. “Whatever. So, did you go back and Q-and-A the dead kid?”

Sam walked over to him with a thin notebook in hand. “Didn't have to. Bobby called. He did some digging.”

“And?”

“He thinks I'm right. Local reaper's gone. Not just gone— kidnapped.”

“By demons? Why?”

Something dawned on you in that moment. “ ‘And he bloodied death under the newborn sky— sweet to taste, but bitter when devoured’.” 

Sam looked at you skeptically. “Uh, yeah…” he trailed off. “How did you know that?”

You cast your eyes to the floor. “My, uh, my mom had a copy of Revelations that’s been in our family for centuries. She would read it to me to remind me why we do what we do— because this is coming for us at the end of time.”

Dean looked at you with an unreadable expression. “Swanky,” he said. “What the hell's that mean?”

“You kill a reaper under the solstice moon, you break a seal,” you explained. 

“Solstice is tomorrow, by the way,” Sam cut in. 

Dean scoffed. “How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death.”

“I don't know. Maybe demons can,” the younger brother shrugged. “Where the hell are the angels is what I want to know. We could use their help, for once.”

“(Y/N)?” Dean asked. 

Both boys turned to you. 

“I haven’t heard from Uriel in forever,” you said. “And, uh, I do not want to call him.”

Dean sighed heavily. “It looks like we're gonna have to take care of this one ourselves.”

Sam scoffed. “What are we gonna do, just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?”

“You got a better idea, I'm all ears,” Dean deadpanned.

“Dean, reapers are invisible,” Sam said. “The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying.”

“Well, if ghosts are the only ones that can see them…” your partner trailed off. 

“Dean—” you shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose, knowing exactly where this was going.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” he replied. 

“It’s just the concussion talking,” you asserted. “That’s insane, even for you, babe.”

“Am I missing something?” Sam questioned.

“He’s saying we become ghosts,” you explained.

“Dean—”

“Exactly,” you cut Sam off. 

Sam considered for a moment. “How?” he asked Dean. 

“Sam—!”

****

“I am so sorry, Pamela,” you told her. Dean led her into the motel room, and Sam opened the door for her. You followed behind, shutting the door.

“I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you three are,” she sighed. 

“I know,” you whined. “I don’t feel great about this either.”

“Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?” she asked.

Dean raised a hand. “Yo,” he said.

Pamela smirked. “Of course. Chachi.” Dean made a face at you. ‘Chachi?’ he mouthed.

You smiled and shrugged.

“So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?”

Dean nodded.

“Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?” Pamela crossed her arms.

“Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so…” Dean trailed off hesitantly.

“So, it's nuts,” she insisted.

“Not if you know what you're doing.”

“You don't know what you're doing.”

“No, but you do.”

“Yeah, I do. And guess what?” she said in upset. “I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap.”

“Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too—”

Pamela cut Dean off. “Blind jokes?” she scoffed.

Dean rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing.” Dean paused. “We need your help.”

Pamela reluctantly agreed. You and the boys rushed around the room to prepare for her ritual, and she sat on a chair between the beds in the room. 

“Tell me something, geniuses,” Pamela said. “Even if you do break into the veil, and you find the reaper, how you gonna save it?”

“With style and class,” Dean remarked.

Pamela shot a deadpan expression in his direction. “You're gonna be three walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot.”

“I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us.”

“Yeah, well, they had plenty of time to practice,” she scoffed.

“Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming.”

Pamela scoffed again. “Wow, bunch of heroes. Alright.” She patted the bed to her right. “Lie down,” she instructed.

 You and Dean laid on one bed, and Sam laid on the other. 

“Close your eyes.” She recited an incantation, and you clutched Dean’s hand. He squeezed yours in response. 

“Okay, guys, that's it. Showtime,” Pamela said. 

Dean sat up next to you, letting go of your hand. “Well, nothing like shooting blanks. What's plan B?”

You looked around and slid off the bed. Strangely, the room seemed to have faded to shades of blue. “Wait, Dean, does the room look weird to you?”

Dean stood up and turned around, examining the room. What seemed to catch his eye, though, was the two of you laying on the bed; still hand in hand.

“Oh, I'm so feeling up Demi Moore.”

You smacked the back of your partner’s head lightly. “Perv.”

He chuckled.

“Alright, so,” Pamela spoke. “I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember I have to bring you back.” She stood and walked over to Sam. “I'll whisper the incantation in your ear—” she leaned over and whispered something to Sam that made him smirk widely.

You shot a questioning glance at Sam. “What’d she say?”

Sam shrugged, still grinning. 

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. 

****

As the three of you walked down the street, a jogger went right through Sam without noticing. Sam flinched, but the girl kept going. 

Dean laughed. “That was wild.” Then, he stuck his arm into Sam’s chest up to the elbow. 

Sam’s face went stony. 

Dean grinned. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Get out of me.”

You snorted. 

“You're such a prude,” Dean snarked. “Come on.”

****

What felt like hours passed. Dean was getting frustrated with having found nothing, but something caught your eye on the balcony of a house behind him. 

“Oh, shit. That’s Cole,” you said, nodding at the blond little boy staring at you. 

As soon as the brothers turned to look at him, he flickered and disappeared.

You started off toward the house and went straight through the closed door of the home. You followed the sound of someone screaming and lots of noise coming from behind the closed door of another room. As soon as you entered, a ball went flying straight through your stomach. 

Quickly, you realized that Cole’s mother was cowering on his bed as balls flew past her, and Cole was the one throwing them. 

“Stop!” you ordered, and he instantly obeyed. “How are you doing that?”

“Who are you?” Cole asked, backing away from you. 

“Relax, Cole. It's okay,” Sam said, treating the boy as though he was a lost dog. 

“How do you know my name?”

“Look, this isn't gonna be easy to hear, but… you're—dead. You're a spirit. Us, too.”

Cole scoffed. “Yeah, thanks. I know I'm dead. What do you want?”

“We just want to talk.”

“About what?”

You and the brothers convinced the little boy to tell you about how he died. He wanted to stay close to his mom, though, while he did; you assumed for some sort of assurance that things were okay. 

You watched as Mrs. Griffith poured a glass of vodka and took a sip. 

“I was outside all morning,” Cole began. “They tell you to be careful when it's cold.”

“Cold air can cause an asthma attack?” Dean asked.

Cole nodded and shrugged. “But then I was in my room. It happened so fast. I called out for my mom, but nothing came out. Everything started spinning, and then I was just standing there, looking down at my body.” 

“And that's when you saw the man?” Sam asked.

Cole nodded meekly. “Creepy old guy in a black suit. He wanted me to go with him, but,” he looked back over at his mother, “I didn't want to go.”

“How'd you get rid of him?” Sam asked.

“I didn't. The black smoke did.”

Dean encouraged him to explain further.

“It was everywhere. I hid in the closet, and when I came out, it was gone, and so was he.”

“Do you know where the smoke went?” Dean asked.

“No. But I know where it is.”

Suddenly, the lights started flickering, and Cole jumped. Mrs. Griffith looked around, scared.

“They're back,” Cole whispered, clearly scared. He vanished.

Then, a blast of wind hit you in the face. Something white and human-shaped went up the stairs of the home.

“Another reaper,” you pointed out.

“Hey!” Dean shouted. “Wait! We need to talk to you!”

A woman descended the stairs, black hair shining in the dim light. For a reaper, she was gorgeous.

“Dean,” she breathed out.

He was confused. He shot a look at you before turning back to the woman. “Do I know you?”

“We go way back,” she said. “You don't remember me?”

“Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time I heard a girl say that…” he trailed off, smug as ever. “You're gonna have to freshen my memory.”

Tessa quickly stepped forward, reached up, and pulled Dean down into a kiss. 

“Whoa!” you said, and Dean quickly pushed her off.

“Warn a guy first, would ya?” he said uncomfortably. 

“Sorry,” she said to the two of you. “Had to give him his memories,” she explained.

“And that can’t happen any other way?” you scoffed. 

The reaper shrugged.

“Wait, Tessa?” Dean asked, something having dawned on him.

“That's one of my names, yeah.”

“So, you do know her,” Sam stated.

You crossed your arms.

“From the hospital after the accident,” Dean responded.

“With your dad?” you asked, surprised.

Your partner nodded.

Tessa rubbed her hands over her thighs, turning to go up the stairs again. “Well, this was fun. Now, if you'll excuse me—”

Dean stopped her. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, you can't— you can't take the kid.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Demons are in town, that's why,” Dean replied. “They've already snatched your reaper pal. The kid knows where.”

She rolled her eyes. “So?”

“So, you should shag ass,” Sam said. “For all we know, they could try and snatch you, too.”

“Except that this town is off the rails, and someone has to set it straight.”

“Yeah, we understand that, but these are special circumstances,” you pointed out.

“What? Your whole angel-demon dance-off? I could care less. I just want to do my job,” she replied.

“Right, yeah, and, look, we want to help you do your job. So, if you would just bail town—”

Tessa cut Sam off. “No,” she said firmly.

“Well, then, could you hold off until we fix this? Please,” Sam begged.

She sighed. “Alright, but just so we're clear, when I start reaping again, I'm starting with the kid.”

Sam nodded. “Understood. I'll find him.”

“What are you gonna say to him?” you asked the younger brother as he went up the stairs.

“Whatever I have to.”

You nodded.

“I'll tell you, life is funny,” Tessa said, pacing around you and Dean.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked.

“You and me, together again.”

“Are you— are you making a move on me?” Dean asked, eyebrows knitting together.

You shot Tessa a glare.

“You're the one that got away, Dean,” she said, ignoring the daggers you were giving her. “You'd be surprised how little that happens to me.”

“Can I tell you something?” your partner asked Tessa.

You and the reaper were intrigued.

“For like, a year after our little, uh, experience, I wished I went with you for good.”

This was news to you, and your eyes softened as you watched him speak.

“But I guess things are different now,” Dean said.

Tessa snickered. “What? The angels on your shoulder?”

“So, you know about that, huh?” He seemed genuinely surprised, as were you. “Well, hey, don't get me wrong. I mean, most’a the ones we've met are dicks with wings. But still, y’know, I've done things— horrible things— and someone upstairs still decided to give me a second chance. It just makes me feel… I don't know.” He looked down at the floor sheepishly. 

Your heart cracked a bit in your chest, but Sam gave you no time to consider. He’d brought Cole down the stairs and cleared his throat to grab your attention. “Hey, guys,” he said.

Tessa looked down at the blond child who was hiding behind Sam. “Hey, Cole. I'm Tessa. I'm not going to hurt you.”

“It's okay, Cole. Just tell them what you told me,” Sam urged.

Cole still stood peeking out from behind Sam, his shoulders slumped slightly. “I saw the black smoke at my funeral.” He swallowed. “At the funeral home. It was everywhere.”

Then, the lights flickered, startling Cole.

“You doing that?” you asked Tessa rhetorically. 

She shook her head and looked around.

Suddenly, the front door opened and black smoke poured through. It filled the room, and you ducked with your hands over your ears and eyes closed. When you could no longer feel it surrounding you, you hesitantly opened your eyes and stood up. 

“Tessa!” Dean called. 

“Dammit,” you sighed.

“Well, how the hell are we supposed to fight that?” Dean gestured.

“I don't know. Learn some ghost moves?” Sam scoffed.

Dean grunted, “By tonight? Yeah, sure. I'll meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's.”

“Who's Mr. Miyagi?” The blond child’s question caught your attention, and a smile grew across your face. “For now, you, kid.”

****

Cole spent the afternoon showing you, Sam, and Dean how the ghosts you constantly fought used their abilities. You picked it up quite quickly; albeit a little faster than the boys. That night, you went to the funeral home. The outside walls were covered in shimmering blue symbols.

“This looks like New Jack City. Can nobody can see this?” Dean asked, gesturing to a clueless pedestrian that waltzed right through him.

“Maybe it's demon invisible ink. Only see it in the veil.”

You nodded and gathered your courage. The door in front of you was open, and you walked through. You and Sam flanked one side of the room while Dean took the other, but you found nothing. Then, you moved into another. 

Lying in the middle of the floor was a crudely-drawn eight-pointed star, and Tessa was piled in a heap atop another man in the center of the symbol. You assumed the other man was another reaper. On the far side of the room, a man stood guard. He hadn’t seen you or the brothers yet.

The older brother turned to you and Sam with a smirk. “Check me out.” 

You rolled your eyes, suppressing the slight smile threatening to crack across your face. Dean took a few steps forward before vanishing and reappearing in front of the guard.

Playfully, he tapped the man on the shoulder before disappearing again. The man punched at Dean blindly, and Dean appeared in another spot. Sam disappeared from beside you, and you just stood by watching the boys play with their food. 

The man eventually scrambled away from Sam and Dean. 

“Y’know, this ghost thing?” Dean smiled. “It's kind of rad.”

Just as you were about to join your group, a man walked in carrying a chain. He whined painfully while his hands let out smoke between his fingers.

‘Iron,’ you realized.

Then, a third man walked into the room. “Boys. Find the place okay?”

“Alastair,” Dean breathed out.

‘Fuck,’ you thought.

Alastair had the boys wrapped in the iron chain while he cocked a shotgun. “By the way, where’s that girl of yours? She’s got spirit.” He aimed the gun at Dean, and you used that opportunity to let out a sharp whistle.

Alastair’s head turned to where you were standing. “I had a feeling you weren’t far,” he said darkly. “Dean leads you around like a bitch on a leash.” He fired at you, but you disappeared before the rocksalt could hit you.

Somehow, though, the demon predicted where you’d appear next. The blast of the rocksalt felt like it ripped straight through the very essence of you, and it took several moments for you to come back to. 

When you could finally function again, the first thing you heard was Alastair telling Sam, “Well, go on. Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hotshot?”

Groggily, you looked over at Dean and Sam. Sam was fuming, and Dean looked at his brother pointedly.

“It's hard to get it up when you're not wearing your meat, huh?” the demon snickered.

“Go to hell,” Sam growled.

“Ah, if only I could,” he tsked. “But they just keep sending me back up to this arctic craphole.”

“To kill Death?” Dean scoffed.

It was then you realized you were bound by iron around your neck to a leash a demon held. The demon’s hand trembled, smoke pouring out through his fingers.

“No, to kill Death twice. It takes two to break a seal,” Alastair explained. “I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings.” He pumped the shotgun and fired at Sam. He disappeared, and Alastair walked up to your partner. “By the way, it's, uh, good to see you again, Dean.”

“You can shoot us all you want, but you can't kill us,” Dean told him. 

Sam reappeared with his arms wrapped painfully around his torso.

“Fucking sucks, huh?” you called to Sam.

He nodded, wincing.

“Ah, that so?” Alastair said, responding to Dean. Then, a scythe materialized in his hand. “Anywho, moon's in the right spot; the board is set. Let's get started, shall we?”

“You're gonna kill a reaper with that? It's a little on the nose, don't you think?” Dean snarked, trying to appear as tough as possible.

The demon turned his attention to Dean. “Is it?” He raised his eyebrows. “An old friend lent it to me. You know, he doesn't really ride a pale horse? But he does have three amigos.” He walked over to the center of the room and the reapers as he spoke. “And they're just jonesing for the apocalypse.”

The demon hauled the older-looking reaper up by his collar. “It pays to have friends in low places, don’t you think?” He smirked wickedly while he put the scythe behind the old man’s neck. After chanting an incantation, Alastair pulled the scythe forward. A white-blue light emanated from the reaper’s neck, and you watched his head roll toward you. 

When you looked up to Alastair, you noticed an iron chandelier above the reaper trap. The demon then grabbed Tessa by the shoulder and held the scythe to her neck. Terror was behind the woman’s eyes, but she did her best to seem angry and defiant. “Stop!” she demanded.

Alastair just began his incantation.

You stared up at the chandelier, and it began to shake. It seemed the boys had joined in, too, and you just tried to muster up as much anger as possible to drop the chandelier. 

Just as Alastair finished his incantation, the chandelier dropped on the corner of the reaper trap and broke it. Instantly, Tessa disappeared, and you felt the chain around your neck breaking. Then, she appeared next to Dean and Sam.

“Bye-bye,” Dean smirked at Alastair.

You took that as your cue to vanish.

When you reappeared outside of the funeral home in the dark of night, Tessa and Dean were the only ones with you. 

“Where’s Sam?” you asked.

“We’ll go find him,” Dean said, nodding at you. “Tessa, you get out of here.”

She nodded, and you bid her goodbye. When she’d disappeared, you and Dean started searching for Sam.

“You okay?” Dean asked you.

You grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. He returned your gesture, silently reassuring you he was okay, too.

“Where the hell do we even start?” you questioned after walking a few paces. 

Dean sighed, “No idea. Just stay close, okay? I’m sure Alastair’s not happy with us.”

You nodded. 

“That’s right,” the demon’s voice came from behind you. “And you can’t run, Dean.” 

Suddenly, the source of the voice appeared ahead of you. 

Dean shoved you behind him in an attempt to shield you.

“Not from me,” Alastair sing-songed. “I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours.” He advanced on you and Dean, and the two of you quickly retreated. 

Just then, bright lightning struck Alastair. When the light dissipated, he was gone.

“What the hell?” Dean breathed out.

“Guess again,” a familiar voice said from behind you. 

“And what do you want?�� you questioned, knowing you’d be turning around to see Castiel.

Dean just scoffed and began walking away. 

“What just happened?” Castiel asked, following you and Dean. “You two and Sam just saved a seal. We captured Alastair. Dean, this was a victory.”

“Well, no thanks to you,” Dean scoffed. 

“What makes you say that?”

You then realized something and turned around. “You were here the whole time, weren’t you?”

Castiel looked at the ground. “Enough of it.”

Dean grunted, “Well, thanks for your help with the rock salt.”

“That script on the funeral home; we couldn't penetrate it.”

You tsked.

“That was angel-proofing,” Dean realized. 

“Why do you think I recruited you three in the first place?”

“You recruited us?” you snarled.

“That wasn't your friend Bobby who called, (Y/N),” the angel explained. “It wasn't Bobby who told Sam about the seal.”

“That was you,” you stated. You just shook your head and ran a hand through your hair.

“If you want our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?” Dean questioned.

“Because whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite.” “Well, thanks for not sending Uriel after me,” you said. Even in your exasperation, you were grateful you didn’t have to deal with him.

Castiel nodded.

“So, what now, huh?” Dean asked after a moment of silence. “The people in this town; they're just gonna start dying again?”

“Yes.”

“These are good people. What, you think you can make a few exceptions?”

“To everything, there is a season.”

Dean paused. “You made an exception for me.”

Castiel looked at the ground and then back up at Dean. “You're different.”

At that moment, Tessa appeared before you and Dean. “Guys? I could use your help.”

The next time you opened your eyes, you were in Cole’s room. His mother was staring at a book of his baby pictures and crying silently. 

“Hey, Cole,” Tessa said softly. Her jeans and black leather jacket had transformed to a flowing white dress. 

Cole startled and backed away from the reaper before looking over at Dean. “Tell your brother thanks for nothing.”

Dean looked at the floor with his hands shoved in his pockets, and you wrapped your arm around his elbow in an attempt to reassure him.

“Look at her, Cole,” Tessa urged gently. “Do you see how unhappy she is?”

Cole looked at his mother. “That's why I want to stay with her,” he whined sadly. 

“As long as she can feel you, she'll be in pain because she can't let go,” Tessa explained. “Because you won't let go of her.”

“Why won't anybody tell me what's on the other side?” Cole asked, looking between you and Dean.

The reaper smiled softly. “Maybe nobody wants to ruin the surprise.”

“That's not an answer.”

Dean then piped up. “She won't answer you, Cole. Reapers never do. But trust me. Staying here is a whole lot worse than anything over there.”

“Why?” the boy asked.

“Because one day, your family will be gone, and there'll be nothing left here for you.” Dean drew in a heavy breath. “It's okay to be scared.”

Cole straightened up and raised his head a little higher. “I'm not scared.”

“We're all scared,” Dean said. “That's the big secret. We're all scared.”

Cole looked back at his mother before turning back to Dean. “Are you coming?”

Dean smirked lopsidedly. “Oh, I'm sure I'll be there sooner than you think.”

When Cole had one last look at his mom, he hugged Tessa tightly before disappearing into a brilliant white light. When the light disappeared, a weight seemed to have lifted off Cole’s mother’s shoulders.

“Look out for that boy,” Dean told Tessa.

“Look out for yourself, Dean,” she nodded.

“What do you mean?”

“I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. ‘He's in a better place.’ ‘At least they're together now.’ You all lie to yourselves, Dean, 'cause like you said, deep down, you're all scared. Stop lying to yourself, Dean.”

“What?” Dean’s brow furrowed.

“The angels have something good in store for you,” she mocked. “A second chance. Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure, deep down, you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Dean. There's no such thing as miracles.”

Your stomach sank, and you couldn’t bear to look at either person.

“What are you saying?” He asked.

Tessa said nothing, and a moment later, she was gone.

“Dean, I—”

“Don’t, (Y/N),” Dean begged. “Don’t, sweetheart, please.” You nodded, seeing as he was having trouble holding back his tears.

Then, Dean disappeared. 

“Dean?” you cried. “Dean?!” 

Suddenly, you felt something pulling at you. It felt like you were being dragged by the very fibers of your soul. And then, you were back in your motel room. 

You took a gasping breath and shot up, taking in your surroundings. The first thing you laid your eyes on was Pamela holding a hand to her stomach while blood poured out from between her fingers.

“What happened?” Dean asked from beside you.

“Guys, where's Tessa?” Sam questioned frantically.

“She’s…” Dean trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

“Pamela, I'm so sorry—” Sam tried to tell her.

“Stop,” she demanded, clearly very angry.

“—You don't deserve this.”

“Yeah, I don't,” she snapped. “I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer—” she choked out, “to go to Hell for ever introducing me to you three in the first place.” A shuddering cough roughly took over her. 

“Take it easy, Pamela,” Dean told her. “If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place.”

She turned her head in the direction of Dean’s voice. “You're lying,” she muttered weakly. “But what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go sometime.” Then, she beckoned Sam closer. “Come here.” 

Sam leaned in close, and the psychic said something that made his eyes grow wide. When she’d finished, she started coughing raggedly again. She leaned back against the headboard, and a trickle of blood flowed out of her mouth. Her head lolled to the side, and she went still. 

“Pamela?” Sam murmured hesitantly. “Pamela!”

Dean looked over at his brother. “What did she say to you?”

Sam looked away. 

“Sam, what did she say?!”

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Not Quite Out of Reach

Featuring; John 'Soap' MacTavish x GN!Reader

Rating; SFW

Other Notes; meet cute, fluff, use of the metric system, my attempt at trying to write a Scottish accent ... may or may not be based off of something I actually did and still do ...

Word Count; 1.1K

Link to Masterlist

There are certain things that you can’t escape in life (the good ol’ saying of death and taxes). Apparently for you that also included climbing up the shelves of the local grocery of the town you decided to visit while traveling in order to get a case of water, seeing that there was a boil water advisory in effect until who knows when. 

So, here you find yourself a good fifteen-ish centimetres up the shelves trying to drag a forty bottle case of water to a lower level. Could you have just asked one of the staff? Yes, but once you set your mind to something it was hard to get you to give up.

This wasn’t how you were planning on spending part of your holiday — rather you wanted to be cuddled up back at the hotel and watching whatever was playing on the local station — but like hell you were about to give up when you were about to have your sweet victory … or massively embarrass yourself. Whichever one came first.

This Just In! Tourist Dies After Doing Parkour To Attain Water! You would not like that to stain your impression on people.

Come on, just five more centimetres to the right anddddd—

“Ye need a spotter there, bonnie?”

The sudden voice makes you freeze and look over your shoulder to find the person who had just walked into something that would make anyone else do a double take. The man though was just standing by the water, his own case hugged under his arm as he gave you a curious look. Bright blue eyes crinkled by the sides in amusement.

… well, fuck.

He waits for you to say something or move from where you’re perched, brow arched.

You clear your throat, more so to recentre your thoughts to the task at hand than to actually clear it. “Thank you, but I’m fine,” you say as you wiggle the case to the edge and transfer it to the next shelf down, low enough to where you could actually maneuver it into your cart without nearly dying in the process.

Clapping your hands together to get any dust off, you jump — more like carefully step — back down to solid ground and pick up the case into your cart. Looking up, you half expect the man to still be there but he’s already walking down the aisle, leaving you alone to bask in the success of your mission.

Me: 1. Water Case/Grocery Employee: 0.

Johnny hadn’t known what to expect when he got home for his annual mandatory holiday, but the water boil had sent him — his mam sent him, he may have been fine boiling water but not her — out to fetch a case.

He was expecting the usual. A mind numbing boredom and restlessness that typically came from being inactive for long periods of time (heaven forbid the man be forced to take a break). 

What he wasn’t expecting was finding someone practically scaling up the shelves to retrieve one of the larger cases by themselves.

The determination (some people would argue stubbornness) was something that he both respected but was intrigued by. Yes, this is something he would also do, but this wasn’t him climbing the shelves like a kid would the monkey bars at a playground.

“Ye need a spotter there, bonnie?” he found himself asking, brow quirked.

The climber — you — looked over their shoulder. Definitely no’ a local. Would’ve recognized their face. And then you went back to your task, a single goal set in your mind. “Thank you, but I’m fine.”

And that was that.

Now, Johnny’s curiosity was more than piqued, but a swift text from his mam found him walking away before he could properly introduce himself. Looking over his shoulder as he was walking away though, he managed to glimpse your victory as you managed to get the case into your cart. Even though he wanted to stick around, he had his own mission to see through, even if it wasn’t as daunting as the one that just played out in the corner of the grocery.

Back at the grocery about a week later you swear that whoever stocks the damned store either has it out for you or hates you. Why else would they place nearly everything you’re looking for beyond your reach? No amount of jumping got you any closer to your quarry, and alas, there were no clear shelves to parkour your way up there this time.

Sighing, you decide to continue pushing your cart down the aisle in defeat and to hopefully find the next item on your list within reaching distance.

You hear footsteps behind you and then someone is tossing the box that had avaided your grasp into your cart. A pair of familiar amused blue eyes met yours.

The guy from last week?

“Ye were lookin’ fer that one, right?” he asked, but you knew from the quirk of his mouth that he had seen you struggling and jumping like a fool.

You slowed down the pushing of your cart, “Yes… thank you.” You were slightly giving him the side eye, even though he had helped you (and offered in the past) didn’t mean you were about to drop your guard, no matter how charming that smile of his was. You were one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The man gives you a bright smile, one that crinkles the corners of his baby blues that had you missing the warmth of clear summer skies. He offers a hand, “Johnny.”

Me: 1. Grocery Employee: 1. Johnny: 1.

You hesitated for a moment before shaking it back and offering your own name in exchange.

You thought it impossible, but by hell his smile brightened even more. Forget a summer day, it’s like looking at the fucking Sun. Like he had gotten his favourite treat and not just a mere fleeting touch and a name.

“Ye need anythin’ else?” he asked. “From high up?”

Usually you wouldn’t except help from others, wanting to do everything by yourself, but even you knew when something was out of your grasp (literally in this case). 

“I don’t want to be a bother—”

“It’s not a bother if I’m asking ye,” he quickly says back, the argument dying in your throat before it could fully come out from your mouth. “So, dae ye need anythin’ else?”

You sigh and point at what else you needed, Johnny getting the items with ease and placing them in your cart. Besides, this would make it go faster and please him at the same time.

While, yes, you were determined and a stubborn one, so was Johnny. And when he saw you climbing the shelves last week he was determined to talk more to this mystery person. Because once he has his sights set on someone, it was very rare for it to waiver. Fortunately — or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it — said someone was you.

[hotchfiles]

↪ kate joyner and hotch were fucking in the period of her appearance, an essay

it's sunday and i have no social life and i think way harder about hotch than a normal sane person should but. since getting into criminal minds there has been The Question (and it wasn't just me! i've seen other people talk about it): did hotch cheat on haley while liaising with kate when she was in scotland yard? i always doubted that because he's not a cheater (but he is A man...), so today i bring you my updated theory: they were in the starts of a relationship before she died. i'm not without evidence. so let's go!

3x20

kate calls hotch on his personal phone, late at night

he speaks to her very casually for someone who doesn't talk on a regular basis and only know each other from a past assignment

jj's reaction shows it isn't common for hotch to go above jj when choosing cases

again, very casually speaking of her, calling her kate only

the apparent common knowledge is that she's a brit but

hotch not only knows she has a dual citizenship, but also which parent is british and which one is american

AND MY FAVORITES

IT ONLY GETS BETTER FROM HERE ALRIGHT

LETS GO

why say that if not to imply hotch has interest in her because she looks like his ex wife who he recently divorced (not willingly !)

AGAIN WITH THE FIRST NAMES! she doesnt call him hotch ONCE. its aaron, from the start. and HIS SMILE. LOOK AT THIS FUCKER'S FACE

garcia's reaction to the informality

now why would emily use this tone if it was to imply hotch is a CHEATER???

no thats the "oh they ARE fucking" tone

this is sort of a reach because hotch worries about everyone he works with but STILL, going from "i know her because we liaised" to this--i rest my case

then this, i didnt think too much of it because hotch can be a bit of an ass with protocol and hierarchy whateverrrr BUT

emily was sooo uncomfortable which shows in fact that wasnt normal behavior

WHY SAY THAT IF THE TWO OF THEM WERENT OBVIOUSLY FUCKING !!!!

is that it? obviously not, i am in fact INSANE so

4x1

THE FLIRTY EYES AND SMILES

AGAIN. HE DOESNT CALL HER JOYNER. NOT EVEN ONCE. KATE. AT ALL TIMES.

THIS WOMAN IS DYING AND LOOK AT THE WAY SHES SMILING AT HIM AFTER SAYING SHES NOT IN PAIN very allison dying in the arms of her first love coded

another detail i like to point out is that aaron is completely capable of walking rn, he could easily walk over to the end of the street to talk to one of the officers there but he just wouldnt, couldnt, leave her alone.

he knows the first responders wont get near them yet, he keeps BEGGING that someone does

and now for my final argument

the way he holds her hand by the ending before putting it back in place

NOW I REST MY CASE

if you agree buy me a coffee maybe

[cerenityserenitea]

Persephone in the garden.

Pairing: Adam Warlock × Peter Jason Quill

Theme: Persephone in the Garden

Summary: Quill promised Adam he would wait.

So he waited.

A/N: Guess who dies again again guys!! Did ya'll know the Spartan species in Marvel live a roughly 200-300 years? Anyways I made this while listening to Persephone in the garden by Aidoneus.

Adam Warlock. The Golden Gladiator. Him. The Avatar of Life.

Quill watched as he loses him again.

But this time it was different.

So different...

This apparent perfect man has decided to take the one blade that could kill Warlock to save his hide.

The man fell into his arms. Slowly dying. Quill looked into the other's eyes. Weakening, brows furrowed.

"Adam! What...why...shit. Holy fuck please stay with me!" Quill shouted. He tried desperately stop the bleeding.

He felt a hand hold his face. Wiping tears.

He didn't even notice he was crying.

"Please Adam! you promised me we would go back home. You promised!" Quill sobbed as he cries out through the tears.

Adam pulled them closer. Their foreheads touching.

"Wait for me...." He whispered.

..

....

.....

That day the Gaurdians won the war.

While Quill lost his heart.

But time still passes. People had to move on and change.

Quill decided he would take on the role of being king of the spartans seriously.

Diligently serving his people and his planet. Still going out to save the galaxy once in a while.

His attendants would take note he liked to sit in the garden to talk to himself.

It started, once every now and then.

Then it became monthly.

Then weekly.

Then often.

Then daily...

The attendants don't really disturb him. It seemed like a meditation. Like a ritual. As long as the king did his job.

He spend long nights in the garden talking to himself.

He did this for days.

Days turn into months.

Months turn into years.

Years turn into 2 centuries...

He always asked how long. He always asked when will that day be.

Quill woke up. Stretching his arms and tired body. Doing his usual duties and business. He walked through his halls. Walking back to that garden. He really did love that garden.

It was at top of his home. The building he made to be comfortable like earth.

He filled the garden with beautiful flowers and alien flora.

Opening the door while changing his shoes. He moves gently and slow. Taking his time.

"Peter Quill?"

That voice...

Peter looked up to see he had a visitor. His eyes widen in disbelief.

There stood a familiar golden man. Emerging from the cocoon surrounded by flowers.

He still looked young and spry. Sculpted like greek statue come to life. His face also in disbelief. Those golden locks, longer and flowing with the wind.

Adam looked at Quill. He observes the changes with the man he knew for a long time. His hair greying and a few more wrinkles than he last remember. He changed a lot.

Not just physically but also mentally.

Adam could see Quill wasn't the same as he last time he saw him. He also realized that Quill took his cocoon and safely stored it away. This was one of the rare times he fully rebirth with his memories and mind not jumbled up.

Also the most gentle rebirth.

Quill walked to him. Adam approaches Quill to close the distance.

That foreign feeling he was familiar with. His heart beating fast. His hands shaking as he aproaches Quill.

He was worried, he was scared to know what change. Did Peter move on? Is he angry he took so long? Is he angry he took that hit for him?

He couldn't look into Quill's eyes to see his reaction.

"I'm sor-"

Adam felt warm lips on his forehead. A gentle touch that held his face. Looking back at Quill. He saw the tears streaming his face and the happiest smile the terran-spartan could muster.

"Took ya long enough." Peter said as he embraced Adam tightly. As he wanted to never let go. As if he never wanted lose him again. Burying himself into Adam's new clothes that came with his rebirth. Inhaling that foreign familiar scent.

Adam blushed flustered at the action. Sighing as he holds up Quill's face. Pulling them close, their foreheads touch. "I'm sorry for the long return." He sighs.

"Doesn't matter cause you're here now Warlock~" Peter quipped. Staring into the cosmic beings eyes. Finally closing that distance.

Lips touching.

The warmth shared between both bodies as Adam kisses back. His hands hold Quill's longer hair he decided to grow out.

Quill's arms wrapping around Adam's waist, leaving no space between the two bodies.

It felt like a long time until the two came up for air.

Keeping each other close.

"No more sacrificing yourself for me now please..." Peter sighed.

"No promises..." Adam chuckles

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Just had an idea to up the angst of Charybdis dying

The other gods had all seen the new addition to the Valkyries, a girl who appeared younger than Goll. When she had first appeared it was apparent she was terrified of anyone who weren’t her sisters. Then she began to hang out with Hercules and call him big brother which wasn’t a surprise to the other gods, knowing the relationship that Hercules and the Valkyries had. Then she began to meet others, Buddha, the Seven Gods of Fortune, Loki, Thor, Hades, Shiva, and others. They were surprised by how kind she was, always offering them a snack. When one of her sisters would come to collect her they always called her Bis-Bis

And when they see her as she dies they could hear one of the Valkyries scream out “CHARYBDIS!!!” And suddenly things about the little one makes far too much sense

-The gods didn’t know who this little child was that suddenly appeared with the Valkyries, you weren’t a Valkyrie, but you were calling them all big sister.

-You were shy around other gods, hiding behind one of your sisters if one of them approached, looking scared of them, which confused them as they had never met you before.

-Even more questions were raised as they had seen you around Hercules, calling him big brother, but not even Zeus knew who you were- you weren’t one of his.

-Only because Hercules was with you, you greeted Shiva, who beamed brightly up at you, “Hi there little one!” you were a little hesitant about this wild looking man with purple skin and four arms, but he was nice, after Hercules set you down.

-You remained close to Hercules, but shook one of Shiva’s hands, before he handed you a different one, “Now shake this one- then this one.” As he turned it into a game for you, both men saw your smile, thinking you were adorable.

-Ares was another one who didn’t know who you were, other than you were the unofficial littlest Valkyrie and as far as those who have met you, your name is Bis-Bis.

-Besides Hercules, you had never met someone who was so big, like Ares, who was so gentle with you, he treated you like you were made of glass, like you would break. You never had someone be so gentle and cautious with you before.

-Odin did his best not to scare you when you ran into him with Goll, with Loki and Thor with him as well, as you clung to Goll’s shirt after she picked you up.

-Thor and Odin were panicking, seeing the tears in your eyes, as the didn’t mean to scare you- it was Loki to the rescue, grabbing you from Goll and tossing you into the air. While scary at first, it became fun as Loki began to fly around with you, making you giggle.

-Loki ‘helped’ by introducing you to Odin and Thor, showing you that they weren’t scary, teasing them, “Odin is just a big grumpy old man- and Thor doesn’t know how to smile!” he earned a few lumps for that.

-However, you were adorable, sitting on Thor’s lap, once you were calmed down, holding his cheeks in your little hands, “I’m learning myself- but I can teach you how to smile.”

-Loki and Goll were both rushed to the infirmary, needing to be resuscitated from the cuteness overload while you were in Odin’s arms, worrying over them until Thrud came to pick you up.

-Shiva and Thor were able to tell you were hesitant around gods, but the Greek pantheon more than anyone, except for Ares, Hermes, and Hercules, whom you were okay with as you’ve gotten used to them.

-Odin was curious when you ran to him, despite being a little afraid of him, when you spotted Zeus and Poseidon down the hall together, it made him wonder which of the two you were more scared of to make you run to him.

-In Ragnarok, everyone was stunned when they learned that you were paired with Adam, creating a pair of apple red gauntlets. Odin demanded an explanation from Brunnhilde, making a child fight, but she didn’t answer him as all the Valkyries were watching the match with the three Norse gods, while Shiva was watching across the arena with Ares, Hermes, and Hercules.

-Thrud’s eyes went wide as Zeus lost, but she saw the gauntlets chipping away, telling her that you were hurt, badly, “CHARYBDIS!!!”

-The other Valkyries were quick to realize what you had done, sacrificing yourself to keep Adam safe by taking all of Zeus’ damage yourself.

-The gods were stunned, learning who you were, knowing your story, learning that you had been brought to the Valkyries by Scylla to be safe and protected.

-The outrage of some of the strongest was almost instant, Odin immediately seeking out Poseidon and the group ran into Shiva and Hercules, who looked nearly beside themselves, both in rage and in anguish, unshed tears in their eyes.

-Adam was consoling Brunnhilde, furious at himself for not realizing what you were doing until it was too late, and Hercules was quick to join the father of humanity. Had she known you were going to do something so dangerous to protect Adam, she wouldn’t have let you fight.

-The tournament was halted on Odin’s order, and anyone nearby could feel his rage as they all sought out the king of the seas as he deserved to answer to his crimes of abandoning a child when she needed him most, while Zeus, who punished a hungry child, had already gotten his justice, but at the cost of your own life.

-Ares, Hermes, and some of the other Greek gods were appalled to learn that this little child was Charybdis of all people, you were so young, so little, and now you were gone- dust!

-Poseidon was quick to feel their anger, their fury, as the strongest in Valhalla came down upon him, while he was still in shock to learn that the child he had been seeing and the child fighting with Adam had been the daughter he abandoned so long ago.

-Poseidon let them yell and scream, feeling his pain grow more and more, his guilt eating him from the inside out, knowing that he brought this upon himself. Had he been an actual father and protected you, kept you safe, he wouldn’t be in this situation, and you wouldn’t be dead.

-The tournament was cancelled, Odin no longer wishing to eradicate humanity, wanting to prevent more unnecessary death.

-Your death drove Valhalla, drove the gods and humans into working together to make earth a better place- being the gods they should have been from the beginning, teaching and guiding humanity.

-Many mourned your death, and many would never stop missing you, but many also respected you, because you made everything a better place.

-Charybdis became the name in Valhalla that everyone knew as the guiding force behind those who loved and cared about you so much to do better, to make things better.

[live-moonzie-reaction]

LETS GOOOOO DRS2 PART 2

-*yawns* WAS THAT A S I G H OF DISSENT????

-love how nobody notices the two teenage ninja JUMPING ON THEIR CUBICLE WALLS

-How did I know Sora was gonna land on Arin

-What you need??? What do you need???

-THEY FOUND JAY’S LAST NAME

-ITS QUASHING TIME!!!

-and we back to Lloyd’s Moonwatcher arc I’ve missed this

-hmmm gee i wonder Lloyd what kind of being, presumably some sort of embodiment of evil, has enough power to move a dojo. (Moonkitti voice) Gee Fireheart what a mystery

-also can I just say I LOVE that the first scene of the OG 6 ninja is of Lloyd and Nya I just love them as a duo

-WYLDFIRE AHXJDNCNFBFB

-…oh. Oh she’s coping… well…

-GOTTEM

-Nya: I’m sure they’re fine.

(Cut to Arin and Sora dangling in a giant birdcage over a pit of lava)

Arin: Huh. Apparently this is a canon event.

Sora: THIS IS A WHAT???

-okay so i was close

-That one agent: (rips off own arm)

-“THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE FEET!”Implying he has more than two

-THE SUBTITLES SAID MATRIARCH THUDS OH NO

-subtitles written by Queen Scarlet frfr like.

✨Thrilling✨ music plays

(Thrilling music plays, in plain text)

-OH IS SHE DEAD?!? OH IS SHE DYING??? OH SHE’S DYING

-ahhh his name is Nokt is it?

-“everything is war” “the fight is what fuels me” ah response

-“bEcAuSe I dOnT tRuSt YoU”

-Jordana’s lil smirk at Nokt is SENDING ME

-Lloyd hears something from the Matriarch???

-oh and then immediately she dies oOp

-WOW IT REALLY IS A MOONWATCHER ARC HUH?!?

-ANOTHER BABY!!!

-Lloyd getting yoinked like a hatchling by Zanth just added ten years to my lifespan :D

-poor Riyu shxkxndkfjgnfb

-oh my gosh not these guys again smh

-I’m sorry but Freebooters just sounds so stupid to mefor no reason

-THANK YOU NYA

-As someone who’s read MANY books I don’t think a lack of books is the problem here

-🎶aNd vLaDiMiR cOlLeCtS cErAmIc UnIcOoOoOoOrNs🎶

-BRO IS SO FIRED UP OVER THR MATRIARCH WE LOVE HIM you know what’d be funny

-WYLDFIRE AS A ROCKETBOOSTER

-aaand there’s the mountain dragons

-sad mountain dragon hours

-so is Lloyd being the diplomat to the dragons… pUrPoSeFuL or…?

-MOTION!

-L L O Y D YOU DONT JUST SAY THAT SHXKSNFKTJTHF

-I’M SORRY A SOURCE DRAGON D I E D?!?

_______

-SHE CALLED HERSELF THE RED NINJA AUGH

-NYAS HERE

-NYA BEING WYLDFIRES COOL AUNT

-O h s h e ’ s c o p i n g w e l l

-“maybe being trapped forever in the nether-space isn’t that bad?”

(Cut to Kai in the nether space)

Kai: (Bo Burnham voice) HOW WE ALL FEELIN TONIGHT?!?

-once again, hey I was close

-P I E F L A V O R

-“your best friend?” AAAAAAGH

-SORA HE DOESNT HAVE AN ELEMENT

-ARE WE BACK TO RONTU AND EGALT?!?

-…okay new voice claim for Darkstalker

-YEEEEAAAAAAAAAH ZANE AND LLOYD!!!!!

-excited Lloyd hours :D

-also is it just me or is the voice filter on Zane just cranked up more and more every season lately?

-it’d be SO FUNNY if Rontu and Egalt somehow knew Wu or at least interacted with him in the past

-NO.

-OH LLOYD’S GOTTA TEACH EM. Well this’ll be fun

-Rontu’s lil head shake dhekcbeckngk

-ZANE’S SO EXCITES IN THE BACKGROUND LOOK AT HIM

-After sixteen seasons someone calls him Master Lloyd again

-Rontu: (gives speech about Lloyd’s heart being too big)

Lloyd: geez man I wasn’t expecting to be psychoanalyzed today 😭🤚

-Egalt: eh it’ll be fine

(Cut to everyone with BOWLS ON THEIR HEADS)

-STEWJITSU WXHIECJICEB buddy no 💚

-somehow I feel like the pressure’ll break him or turn him evil or something

-“you’re never useless, Arin” snxkdnckgngng I’m so soft

-Arin’s so excited shxbdkfmgb

-EUPHRASIA!!!! :D HER!!! :D :D :D !!!!!!

-ooooo she lookin shifty 👀

-so many. So many.

-I read the subtitles first and thought he said “Master of Ledgering” andjckfngbgv

-smh they can’t even go in???

-book guy with the professional talk and then Wyldfire just. “My dude.”

-Huh. Apparently either shade and shadow are two different elements or Shade had a kid.

-JAY ON THE ELEVATOR THEME RETURNS FOR ALL OF ONE SECOND

-“You’re intruding on OUR intrusion!” I love Wyldfire‘s dialogue so much

-HE UNDERSTOOD JIRO!!! AAAAAAAA!!! AAAAA!!! AAAAAAA!!!

-Oh that’s RIGHT Wyldfire’s acrophobic

-WE HAVE A BEATBOXER NOW??? (giddy acapella kid noises)

-I love Roby already shxkdngbfv

-WE FINALLY FOUND THE FUSCHIA NINJA LETS GOOOO

(starts braiding hair (two braids, don’t worry) and doesn’t write for multiple episodes)

-(pauses braiding) ohhh no Frak did it didn’t he the master is Ras’s master

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-ohhh now I see it no yeah Arin’s going evil sorry

-…the writers did realize we were KIDDING about the Wyldfire boyfriend thing right?

-oh suddenly I do not like Roby is it just me or does it feel like he’s not gonna give the powers back

(One band concert later)

-ELEMENTAL MASTER OF PLANTS JUST THINKS HES REALLY GOOD AT GARDENING THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE!!! people with powers being oblivious to them the beloved

-Nya IMMEDIATELY chatting with the other elemental masters is GOLDEN “LIKE THE HAIR! :D”

-Is Jordana possessed or smth?

-Wyldfire snarling :D

-Wyldfire being angry at Cinder noice noice

-the perspective makes it look like Nya just casually touches the edge of the fire and that’s really funny to me

-poor Lloyd just wants to make friends man

-OH YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME

-BEATRIX IS JUST HERE NOW WHXJDKCMFKGN

-HOLD ON THIS IS ZEATRIX?!?

-Girl I SAW the spirit dragon you TOTALLY WERE INVITED

-okay for once I’m on Ras’s side here lol I just wanna see people tear down Zeatrix

-wait hol up it’d be REALLY funny if Lloyd decided to sass her the way he just sassed a SOURCE DRAGON EARLIER

-Okay I now want to see a spin off series of shorts a la Wu’s Teas called Nya’s Awkward Dinners

-Zane: (shuts door nicely)

-Well. Uh. Wyldfire boyfriend. Unfortunately the only version I have on hand of this meme is this one so

-how funny would it be if this was a Harumi situation and Roby’s the one who killed the matriarch

-Man I thought for SURE we were gonna get Lloyd Plagued By Visions TM

-WHAT IS THAT GOO AND WHATS IT GONNA DO TO LLOYD

-OH.

-THE LIL ZING SOUND EFFECT WHEN LLOYD USES HIS POWERS MY BELOVED

-ARIN WITH THE GRAPPLERRRR WOOOOO

-“I WAS ACTUALLY GETTING A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP FOR A CHANGE >:(” he’s so silly

-OH COME ON THESE GUYS AGAIN???

-okay it’s Zeatrix

-No. absolutely not. There’s no way.

-Zant-Tanz: Unfortunately, we have an impostor among us.

-J A Y !

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-j a y shxjskdkfnfn

-WE GET TO SEE THEM DANCE?!?

-Lloyd you weren’t even IN spin harmony

-OHHH IT GOT SAD :(

-Poor… POOR Nya…

-You. You do realize he could’ve set one on himself to throw himself off the trail right.

-I DO NOT TRUST FRAK

-I’m glad Riyu also does not trust Frak lol

-She’s looking for Roby she’s looking for Roby

-AAAGH just when I thought she couldn’t get any more Peril-coded she pulls this shxnskcnfjgb

-Awwww Cole and Geo :)

-Sora: (very obvious cat ears slowly lower)

Jordana: understandable have a great day

-I KNEW IT I KNEW IT FROM THE BEGINNING

-“I wouldn’t lie to you Arin :3 Except for that one time with the object Spinjitzu at the blood moon but all the other times I wouldn’t lie to you! :3 :3 :3”

-it’s the overlord again isn’t it /hj

-WYLDFIRE JUST APPEARING

-Now… hear me out… destruction is an element… 🤨📸💚💜

-oh boy Zane’s up first

-“I am limber. I am loose. (chuckles) I’m in danger!”

-Zane so help me you gotta ice rink it

-NOOOOOOOOO ZAAAAAANE

-ohhh Zane :(

-Wait. If Arin’s gonna be a detective because he can’t compete, ZANE now can’t compete, and Zane already has a detective persona… 👀👀👀

-oh it’s Nya vs Jay isn’t it

-GOSH DANGIT WHY DO I HAVE TO BE RIGHT

-ohhhh 😭😭😭

-some loser in a Jay wig 😭😭😭

-bLiNgEd OuT dAgGeR

-Oh poor poor Nya

-SILENT FIST IT NYA COME ON

-oh geez Nya’s just going THROUGH it

-Nya won but like STILL

-STOP IT I’M BAWLING AUGH

-AAAAAAAAAAUGUFUFHFHFHGHDUXHGH

-I will never be okay again

-The presumable leader of the forbidden 4/5 is just sitting there and Kai’s first and immediate instinct is “Helloooo? BOO!”

-Riyu just hearing Kai’s voice in his head dhcnxkfmgngb

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-OF COURSE CINDER HAS A SLEEP MASK WITH HEARTS FOR EYES

-SAD JAY HOURS AGH

-sad :(

-oh. OH. OHHHH THIS IS WHAT TURNS HIM TO THE RAS SIDE

-Lloyd 🤝 Riyu: DRS2 Moonwatcher arcs

-Ooooof good luck Sora

-OKAY WE GOOD WE GOOD

-WYLDFIRE!!!

-oh c o m e o n he did that on purpose for SURE

-…from Ninjago to Cam Half Blood REAL QUICK

-WYLDFIRE DOWN WYLDFIRE IS DOOOOWN

-sad Wyldfire hours

-O H T H A T S I T

-anything can be a verb if you try hard enough

-they’re gonna get found out they’re gonna get found out

-Riyu being mid Moonwatcher arc (yes I’ve gotta keep up this bit now) is gonna be interesting for the investigation lol

-THEY GOT FOUND OUT

-Sora you jinxed it

-okay Ras you shut up

-NOOOOOOOO

(Stops because quiet hours and cannot emote)

-AAAAA AAAAA AAAA AAAAAAA

-OUGH poor Arin :(

-NO WHY WOULD YOU EVOKE THE FSM BLOODLINE EVIL STUDENT TAX

-ARIN NOOOOO

-…okay does calling the merge an act of evil feel oddly xenophobic to anyone else or am I an idiot

-Lloyd did not cause the merge that’s ridiculous abxjdkcmfbfb

-Okay Wu makes a LITTLE more sense I guess but still??? Was it really???

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-hang on how do we know Wu caused it???

-Arin: so I’m supposed to believe your some kinda hero?

Ras: oh, no, I’m just that one villain character everyone loves

Arin: idk man I think that’s Cinder. For some reason.

-SAVE THEM FROM EACH OTHER??? WHAT DOES THAT MEEEEAAN???

-Arin please tell me you heard that obvious evil laugh you were RIGHT THERE

-COLE YOURE LITERALLYTHE MASTER OF EARTH

-…never mind then

-sad Arin hours :(

-ARIN NOOOOO 🥺

-Aaaand Darkstalker Kai is back poor Riyu

-CMON PHRASIA YOU GOT THIS

-LETS GOOO LETS GOOO

-Euphrasia 🤝 Arin: Immune to sarcasm

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-LETS GO TOX!

-ooohh ooh that’s gotta hurt

-she’s been possessed by the one sleeping hasn’t she

-Arin, explaining the masks to Frak: (animus magic hours)

-oh and this is how he spinjitzu’s normally isn’t it

-woulda look at that. Oof.

-FRAK. FRAK NO.

-They’re fighting each other aren’t they.

-Don’t think I didn’t notice the writers giving up on ever naming Lloyd’s element ever again lol

-LLOYD HOURS! YAYAYA!

-PALEMAN CALLED HIM GREENIE ITS CANON NOW

-oh that’s his face. Huh.

-idk Roby last I checked he flirted with Geo

-Sora: Hey Arin! :D

Arin: (angy)

Sora: Oh my fsm it’s worse than we thought! They made him EMO!!!

-cmon coooole

-NOOOO ARIN AAAGH

-sad Arin and Sora hours

-ARIN THAT’S NOT WHAT SHE SAID

-NOOOO COLE

-Okay Nokt you are. The worst.

-Nya’s gonna lose isn’t she

-Nya get the gem

-“A FRIENDLY DESTROY” once again Wyldfire is Peril

-OKAY NOPE ROBY’S EVIL

-“tHaNkS wYlDfIrE.”

-okay yeah it’s gonna be a smokescreen thing or smth

-ARIN NO ARIN NO ARIN NO ARIN NO

-OH NO SORA CANT RISING DRAGON

-YEAAAAAH SORA!!!

-Ohhh Arin’s edgy now

-ah yes Ball of Wu

-👀👀👀 there’s a monastery over here???

————

-Kai no braincell moment we love him

-no, Wyldfire, ninja do not sleep in.

-Riyu: YOU GET A MOONWATCHER ARC!

-GENETICS FOR THE WIN

-hold on is that Darth Vader???

-aaaand we’re back to this.

-I love the half-effort drawing shxkcnskxmfnfbv

-Wyldfire, of all people: She’s super powerful but can’t control her anger. Huh. Pathetic.

-Sora’s trying her best to be nice shocking

-HIGH LEVELS OF CRINGE

-and immediately Lloyd gets a vision we love to see it

-HE’S GONNA LOSE??? Once again my dude destruction is an eleme- (gets mugged)

-Poor poor Geo wbfbfkfngngb

-THE PAST IS FOR DEAD PEOPLE

-ROBY’S EVIL HES EVIL HES EVIL

-I K N E W I T

-AAAAAAAAA

-Wyldfire’s now gonna get a Harumi situation shekxnekfjgngv

-poor POOR Lloyd

-Cole out here being dadlike to the enemy we love him

-LLOYD KNOWING HES GONNA LOSE MAKES THIS HURT IN SUCH A SPECIAL WAY

-Zeatrix (ranting)

Lloyd: (actively witnessing The Horrors)

-I am now hoping this season ends with Cole adopting yet another snake child

-ARIN APPEARING AT THE WORST TIME

-WYLDFIRE YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE

-OH CHAMILLE’S BACK!!!

-ROBY WITH THE FAKEOUT?!? GOSH D A N G I T

-LIFE?!?!?

-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-BRO THAT JUST SOUNDS SO COOL

-still like energy better tho

-“The very angry elemental master of shockwave” shxjdkcmfbffv

-AND YEET YOUR OPPONENT OFF THE PLATFORM SHXNDKXNDJGBFBGV

-she will not, in fact, thank Euphrasia.

-“only small masters dhxkcnfngb”

-ya don’t say Sora it’s almost like he had a VISION OF LOSING TO HER

-THE GOTCHA IS BACK!!!

-AGH HES PLAGUED BY VISIONS MID-FIGHT THATS NOT FAIR :(

-oh my word he’s being Clearsight about it THIS is how he loses

-THEY QUITE LITERALLY BROKE THE GAME.

-Gren :D

-ITS THE SWORD ITS T H E SWORD

-no. NO.

-Lloyd died of 1d4 “I quite literally saw this coming” damage

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-YOUR CAREGIVER BOT

-Here I was thinking she couldn’t possibly get any more Peril-coded after last season BOY WAS I WRONG.

-Arin, of all people: Just because someone ACTS nice doesn’t mean they aren’t capable of turning on you.

-THEY’RE PLAYING CLUE

-SORA V FRACK!!! Well this isn’t going to be emotionally fraught

-Frak’s glare at Sora I can’t

-NOT THE MAAASK!!!

-YEAAAAAAHHH LETS GO FRAK

-We respect Frak in this household

-solve the equation its some sort of code I’m betting you

-BLECKT?!?

-Wyldfire being able to play her awkwardness as the obvious crush is GOLDEN

-WYFY I’M LOSING IT

-sNeAkY bOoTs :P

-IT’S BLECKT?!?

-Lloyd :<

-CROWN MONO STEREO. Now lemme run this through an anagram finder or something.

(Many internet anagram decoders later)

-okay that got me NOTHING useful

-OH. Oh Arin solves it immediately.

-AND WE BACK TO THE VISIONSCAPE!

-ARIN’S EVIL NOW

-We love Motion here :)

-LLOYD VS NOKT?!? BUT LLOYD DIDNT GET THE POWER TRANSFER?!?!?

-He’s so awkward shxkcnfkgng

-“The… imperium girl”

-okay okay we good (until he inevitably loses)

-ONCE AGAIN DESTRUCTION IS AN ELEMENT

-Y’ALL WAIT THAT COULD BE SO COOL IF HE USES ONI POWER AND ARIN PUTS TWO AND TWO TOGETHER AND SEES IT AS ANOTHER LIE AND THAT’S WHAT PUSHES HIM TO RAS’S SIDE?!?

-please please let that be what happens

-NOOOOOOO LLOOOOOOYD

-BLECKT I HATE YOU FOREVER

-ZANE WITH THE HUNGER GAMES REFERENCE?!?

-Lily :D

-aaaand we’ve got Wu

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-OH IS THIS A FLASHBACK

-RAS?!?

-okay why would he want to resurrect the forbidden 5?!?

-oh no wait he’s got different eyes and stripes I’m stupid that’s like his great great grandpa or smth

-so so many different villains. so many.

-man Blekt is so mean smh

-Wyldfire… did you set up a brick to fall on him so you had the excuse to tackle him in rage…

-LETS GOOO WYLDFIRE

-“it rarely ever decimated their entire village”

-HE SPEAKS!

-ah he only speaks in one word at a time.

-HE DID?!?!?!?!? WHAT?!? Dwcbevnkenifjifreip

-Poor... Poor Sora.

-“My Spinjitzu won’t spin-jitz” Sora 2024

-Sora: how would I use these powers?

-Lloyd: well you see despite being in the midst of an awkwardly timed Moonwatcher arc I cannot read your mind

-TEAM UP?!?

-Zur is so. Agh. Mood tho.

-OH ITS SORA VS NOKT!!!

-she does Spinjitzu at the end doesn’t she

-OKAY SHE CAN DO IT ARIN STYLE THATS PROGRESS

-LETS GOOO SORA WITH THE BRAINPOWER

-ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED BKDENCKPWDNCKEVFNIO

-Loving how the soundtrack at “he says he caused the merge” transitions from what I’m pretty sure is the Ninjago overture in a minor key to just. ✨oop we ending this early time to go back to that minor key✨ idk I can’t explain it

-Nokt: 🎶anything you can do I can do better🎶

-Roby you should know to NEVER say that

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-the season ends with the forbidden five going out and then Kai just appearing in the chaos to sing What’d I Miss from Hamilton

-WYLDFIRE SHOULDVE DONE THE PHOENIX WRIGHT POINT

-The Phrasia :D

-also I love how the guy kept his umbrella hat THE WHOLE TIME

-Bleckt: 🎶BECAUSE OF YOU🎶

-HOW DID HE JUST. Huh?

-just great. Amazing in fact.

-and there it is.

-Yup. And Jordana got possessed.

-I’m sorry Ras can CHANGE HIS STRIPE AND HAND COLOR ON COMMAND?!?

-yup. Yup and the wolf masks can Dr. Octopus now. of course they can.

-CINDER CAN YOU STOP THROWING RANDOM TEENAGERS AROUND PLEASE AND THANK YOU

-Kizzy (master of balance) just jumping on one of the wolf masks like a trampoline is now my favorite thing ever

———

-Oh hey Nya’s back :D

-Cole just. Just smack them off the cliff while they’re evil laughing.

-nope okay cool. This is fine.

-The surge of serotonin I get every time I see Euphrasia onscreen I sWEAR

-“i SiNcErElY dEtEsT rIsInG dRaGoN.”

-Zane and Nya are just like “oh my goodness it’s Lloyd and Morro all over again”

-LETS GOOO ARIN

-ROBY THIS IS WHY YOU DO IT FAST AND DONT MONOLOGUE

-AND HE FELL OFF A CLIFF

-Okay but I LOVE that mask on Rox tho

-Also Jordana pulling an Anemone the beloved

-Ras: I know the truth about this universe.

Arin: …Dude chill I just want my mom and dad

-ARIN NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE EDGY

-THE STANG TO YOUR ZOOT ASHXJCNGKGB

-man all the baddies out here using wind huh. And then there’s just. Euphrasia.

-KAI’S BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

-AND BONZLEEEE!!!

-YEAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

-Kai do you have NO OBJECT PERMANENCE

-HE GOT DRAINED JUST IN TIME!!!!!

-SHOUTOUT TO EUPHRASIA FR YOU GO GIRL PUSH CINDER WITH THAT WIND OF YOURS YEAAAAAAAH

-Ras just immediately getting KO’d

-…the evil student tax :(

-AND THEN KAI

-the mood swings are strong with this season

-MASTER WU

-The vengestone birdcage! Like in crystallized! Bleckt reveals he’s part Oni and shatters it

-UMBRELLA HAT GUY JUST HAD THAT HAT ON THR WHOLE TIME

-Im guessing Sordana shippers having a field day with this one

-SORA JUST DRAGGING LLOYD OFFSCREEN IM CRYING

-buuut Jay’s still gone :(

-“another mortal” implying that someone’s tried to do all of this BEFORE

-AGH I love Motion so much

-…Motion you idiot Ras is gonna take that next season

-I swear Arin’s just suddenly REALLY edgy sbxkxmxmfnfngbg

-AND THATS THE END AAAAGH

[fsfghgee]

How do you think Bi-Han's father died? We know it was an accident and Bi-Han probably just stood there watching. I'm curious to know how that accident happened and why Geras was telling Scorpion that he wasn't ready to see how it happened 🤔

Also, was Bi-Han's father really respected in the clan? Why did everyone follow Bi-Han after he decided to stop serving the land. The only ones who refused to follow him were Kuai, Tomas and apparently Cyrax too.

I still think it's weird that a powerful cryomancer like Bi-Han's father should have been just died in an accident. Not that I doubt it, because Bi-Han sounds very sincere when he admits that he let their father die, but it's weird to imagine that the Grandmaster died in a simple accident. Like, I know there are people who think that Bi-Han actually killed his father because many characters accuse him of it, but the reality is that they simply associate Bi-Han's lack of remorse along with the information that he let the old man die as an intention to kill. And I don't blame them, really, if you refuse to save someone you could have saved, you are indirectly responsible for that person's death.

However, I feel that despite him not having the best relationship with his father — and that just like Sektor looks up to her father and has a good relationship with him, Bi-Han admired his mother more and had a good relationship with her — Bi-Han, being the first in line of succession and trained since childhood to be a Grandmaster, lived following his father around. Accompanying him everywhere and observing how his father behaved. I can bet that Liu Kang watched Bi-Han and Kuai Liang grow up and this hatred Bi-Han has for Liu Kang and his deceased father has been growing inside him since he was very young, it has been inside him for a long time, most likely since his mother's death. He actively blames the mediocrity of the Lin Kuei on his father's bad decisions and his blind loyalty to Liu Kang. However, he didn't hate his father as much as he hates Liu Kang to kill him in cold blood…

Which makes me imagine only two scenarios for the death of Bi-Han's father:

1 - Bi-Han, accompanying his father on another mission to a hostile place in some realm, was attacked by enemies who, despite having been subdued by him and his father, the Grandmaster ended up hanging on the edge of a cliff and Bi-Han ignored his father's calls for help and just watched him fall to his death.

2 - Bi-Han, accompanying his father on another mission to a hostile place in some realm, was attacked by enemies who, despite having been subdued by him and his father, the Grandmaster ended up buried by a landslide/rockslide and Bi-Han just watched his father take his last breath instead of trying to rescue him.

Geras must have seen in the hourglass Bi-Han watching his father die with a sinister smile on his face. And if the vision must have been a shock to him, I imagine he believes that Kuai Liang would hate his brother even more and go after him to kill him right away if he saw it. And we know that according to Geras' bio, he is responsible for trying to ensure that Liu Kang's vision for his timeline is not changed, and among this vision is that Scorpion and Sub-Zero should be brothers, belong to the same clan (Lin Kuei), be allies, Hanzo never being relevant enough to the point of threatening Bi-Han's life so that Bi-Han would never die and be resurrected as a Wraith in Quan Chi's service. If Geras showed the vision of their father dying with Bi-Han probably smiling and with his arms crossed, he would be fomenting the hatred and desire for revenge that Liu Kang wants so much to prevent from taking over the Scorpion of his timeline.

About whether Bi-Han's father was respected or not…

I believe he had respect for being the Grandmaster, having the ideal of only serving and defending Earthrealm and for carrying the cryomancy blood of the Lin Kuei founders…

But he didn't have even half the charisma that Bi-Han has, that's why most of the Lin Kuei remain loyal to Bi-Han. Some of Bi-Han's intros about the followers and the things Sektor says in the story mode (and some intros too), reveal that Bi-Han is a greatly admired leader and most of the Lin Kuei believe that the clan should really be an empire and rule Earthrealm:

And as Bi-Han himself said…

This power he seeks for the Lin Kuei is simply the only solution he sees that can be effective in freeing the Lin Kuei from Liu Kang's control forever. Bi-Han and the Lin Kuei do not want to continue hiding and only coming out of the shadows to defend people who have never expressed any gratitude for their sacrifice over the centuries.

They no longer want to get involved in conflicts they didn't start and lose family members under Liu Kang's orders. They no longer want to serve as lackeys to a god who clearly favors others…

They want to fight for Earthrealm on their own terms. And receive the respect they deserve by doing so.

,,,,,

[e-squared-what-is-my-life]

Building off that anon, perhaps one of the group get injured in the nerves and Taski comes ny like "I can help ＼(^-^)／" but they don't trust her till like she pushes through cause the person is dying abd she knows that person and just. Girl bosses her way through the surgery

Everyone Gets Surprised in This Murder Family. EVERYONE.

"How did you even manage to do this to yourself?"

Froggy huffed and crossed his arms, refusing to look at any of his coworkers as they tended to his glitching leg. He'd somehow managed to pinch a digital nerve, and the specialist they’d called had to cancel due to a surgery running into this last-minute call. Now the group was left to watch as Froggy's leg thrashed around and caused him to grunt in pain every so often.

"Those damned Prankster Entities. Never know when to quit." Froggy grumbled, sounding like the old man everyone liked to claim he was. He jumped slightly as a sharp pain ran through his body, feeling like a jolt of electricity from an eel. "I'll be lucky if I can get out of this with even a bit of leg left."

"You shouldn't have to amputate if someone operates correctly." Taski hummed, looking over the damaged leg and squinting her eyes.

"Yes, which is exactly why we may need to amputate." Suspicious Man hummed, watching with interest as Taski tugged on Coral's tie twice, which seemed to trigger an instinctive reaction of the skittish woman printing out a collection of papers about... something. "This hardly seems like the time to catch up on reading. Heavy or otherwise."

"I need to jumpstart my knowledge of nerve reparation before I start operating." Taski replied, dutifully ignoring the loud cackle that came from RENA's Meanie Face.

"Wait. Are you serious?" RENA asked, snorting as Taski shot her a quick, unimpressed glance. "Oh, wow. THIS I gotta see!"

"NO! It's MY BODY! I'm not letting that crazy woman screw it up more!" Froggy shouted, glaring as Coral Glasses hummed and blushed, fanning her face almost dramatically.

"Oh, trust me, Froggy." Coral giggled- yes, downright giggled -as she leant against her employer. "Taski can OPERATE."

"Ew." Froggy muttered, gently nudging Coral away before shaking his head. "No! I am not going to le- AGH! SON OF A STREET CORN!"

"Looks like there's still feeling in the leg. That's good." Taski hummed as she reached into her bag, which she'd somehow managed to maneuver in front of her without anyone noticing or mentioning it. The two little fellas (or, Bitty Buddies, as Claire had so lovingly dubbed them) kept to the edge of the bag, helping Taski locate certain items when she requested it. "Since that's the case this will likely end up being a quick and easy rearranging of nerve placement!"

"You keep talking like you know what you're saying, yet I still have a hard time trusting you." Froggy admitted, not one for beating around the bush with his emotions. "Would you happen to have any references?"

Taski shot a look to Coral, who was hanging off her like a leech.

"References that aren't your biased and horny girlfriend." Froggy huffed, grunting with surprise in response to the papers that were shoved into his arms. He read over each word carefully, becoming more and more amazed with each of Taski's apparent achievements as the seconds passed. "What in Runas' name?"

"And... Done!" Taski cheered, finishing up a stitch and making sure it was properly dressed before placing the used tools back in her bag. It was wash day anyhow, Coral wouldn't mind, especially not while she was in this state of mind. "Good as new! I wouldn't recommend putting too much pressure on it for the next two weeks, though."

"What?" Froggy asked, whipping his attention to his now mended leg and gaping along with everyone else.

Even Suspicious Man seemed shocked.

"Yep! Quick thinking of me to distract you with references, huh?" Taski giggled, pressing a kiss to the back of Coral's left hand and squealing as it earned her a barrage of kisses to the cheek. "I told you it wouldn't be difficult."

"But... but you... How?" RENA asked breathlessly, wondering how, exactly, she'd managed to go this long without knowing such pertinent information about Taski.

"I got bored." Taski simply replied. "Plus, everyone says I'm good at getting on people's nerves, so why not capitalize on something I'm good at?"

"These are peer-reviewed papers. Your collaborators are some of the most well known scientists and surgeons in the Second Ring." Kane whispered.

"Yeah, isn't she great?" Coral happily sighed, the polyps on her face stretching out and tickling Taski's face in their own little cutesy version of a kiss. "I think someone deserves a reward for making the operation so wonderfully painless."

"That someone is me, right?" Taski hopefully asked, laughing triumphantly as Coral replied with a loving "Of course, silly~".

As the couple disappeared down the Hub's corridor, they left a confused gaggle of assassins and loiterers in their wake.

What. The hell. Was that?

[fea-resources]

Best Unhinged Commentary As RP Starters Pt.2

Why do you eat so many bullets?

Oh man, I didn't mean to use my grenade like that but that sure happened.

"Don't let him near you." ...proceeds to practically makes out with the damn thing.

Someone needs to teach that purple smurf that No means No.

_____'s fine. Her breasts make for some hella fine armor. She's so padded a bullet could just hit them tits and lose all velocity entirely.

Death By Tree Sap.

I need me a pair of jeans that are as durable as ______'s.

Oh I don't think I like this spot. I remember this spot. This is not a spot I like.

Its a nice place to die, to be fair. I would fight you for this quality grave.

No, that's a bad. Oh god, that's a double bad.

FUCK UP SHIT, WAY TO FUCK UP YOUR AIM.

ITS TIME TO SLAM -- AND WELCOME THE JAM.

...and I wonder why my family hates me. Making shitty commentary on everything.

Can Ms. Tits actually kill anything or are they just comfort back-up so you don't feel so alone?

I am very bothered by how steady they are standing in that water.

The fuck kind of sniper wags his gun around like that. Is he fapping? Fap sniping.

YOU ASK FOR MY OPINION AND THEN YOU SPIT ON IT. HOW DARE.

This is why you should have taken the dragon sniper.

Oh I'm here already? ...Oh god I'm here already.

Just sit back, relax, pick your nose, eat some freetos, and let _______ do the work.

Here let me just dance a bit before I die.

I should hope so, he took Ballet.

Its weird being ace because I can't even be positive how serious I am about some things. Like... do I really like guns and knives, or am I into THAT? I just don't know.

Oh hi, sorry I didn't greet you, I was in the middle of dying.

Death... dying deader.

He's such a graceful dancer though. I wish I had his moves.

He got them moves like Jaeger. The jump and flop.

There was this one time where ______ got stuck between these two wires and looked like he was vibrating faster than the speed of sound. Ask _____, they can tell you.

VIBRATING ______. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I WEEP.

Oh... so licking the resin would have been a terrible idea.

Its fine. Her titties protected her.

There is no god here.

I SCREAMED FOR YOU. I SCREAMED FOR YOU THAT TIME. SWEET FUCK. STRANGER DANGER.

Where does he keep getting all those grenades?

From his asshole. Why do you think he's so uptight?

Just fucking somersault to your doom.

You know, he says he's going to crush _____, but... filling someone full of shotgun isn't crushing. I demand to be crushed by your Russian gorilla arms. This is bullshit.

NO, NOT MS. THICC. THE WORLD IS WORTHLESS WITHOUT THAT ASS.

Look what you did. Everything you fucking touch.

I don't know about you but... carrying people doesn't work that way, no matter how ripped you are. It's a pain in the goddamn dick.

She's ascended to titty heaven. At least her tits have, I am sure of this.

That guy can get fucked 365 ways to next year with a cactus.

I hate his hair, therefore I hate him.

I don't judge people based on many things, but if your hair sucks... you probably suck as a person. And if you got no hair, I'm on a fucking fence because I don't know what to think.

Its okay, ______ can just lay there for a while with his face in the floor.

You can't get me to eat after my own family, but I'll share a fucking blunt with three people I barely know. I disappoint myself.

Apparently there's a sandwich shop called Vore. Google it. VORE SANDWICH SHOP. Wait no. Hang on. Vore food truck.

Oh a knife, this changes things. Gut me baby one more time!

FUcking old people.

I LOST MY SHIT ON THE SPOT. AND I REALIZED WHY PEOPLE THINK I'M A STONER.

Did it moan at you?

I MOANED AT IT.

I was gonna buy this fucking root. It was only 98 cents but ______ was pissed at me because I was embarrassing her with a root.

Its _______. A much happier ________. Also a much taller ________.

RIP ________. Wait. I better not say that.

You'll find out who Furry McFuckGoat is.

I'm the reason _______ dies guys cuz I gave him hypothermia.

I Tarzan'd my ass right down the chasm.

Was that Furry McFuckgoat?

*sings* More water that's cold as Hell~ HYPOTHERMIA~!!

MEMO TO ME: DO NOT GO INTO THAT CORNER.

We can look at how weird they are-- ...okay, I'm gonna look at how weird they are by myself then.

...'til you died to dead.

________, its time for you to learn an important lesson on being a ______: Hardcore Parkour.

WOOOW okay, I don't know how that happened but I'm gonna take it.

RIP _________. May he forever grace the afterlife with his vibrating.

Furry McFuckGoat brought his friends.

Yank that motherfucker!

I-- somehow avoided that.

Wanna know what I did all day today? Too bad because I'm gonna tell you anyway.

HQ to ______ -- HQ to _______ -- we have lost contact.

Peek your head out. I'm pretty sure you're still alive.

FUCKING EAT IT, SHITHEAD.

Wow, that was a fucking wake-up call.

Thanks for the grenade, I need it a lot more than you.

Are those bullets? yeeeah. Are those grenades? YEEEAAAAH.

I think that was a kidney shot, I'm not 100% sure.

Watching ______ shoot people is like watching them play duck hunt. (Insert annoying dog laughter at every miss)

AAAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Its a tank, how scary can a cow on wheels be?

Hijack it. Hijack it and conquer your fears.

Dramatic ass death. Clutching his chest as if he just got dumped by his baby blue.

Oh, wanna know what I learned about myself yesterday? Too bad again because I'mma tell you anyway -- again.

How to kill an edgyboi trying to be an asshole in less than 3 seconds -- not take his insult as an insult.

We were beginning to think the 8 year old went feral and ate you.

Hey you never know. He might just do it one day. Children are statistically more likely to eat you than an adult.

The entire time they were eating your fucking organs everyone else would be saying "AWWWW SO CUTE".

C A R N A G E.

Married people are wild, man.

Dodged that by the hair of your balls.

Let me see if I can... shove you... BYYYEEE.

Don't be like fancy feet, be an elite.

Did we say rope? We meant hope, as in an intangible thing that doesn't exist.

I DIDN'T MEAN TO THROW MY GRENADE, WHAT.

The void appreciates your contribution.

I'M STILL SO MAD ABOUT THE FUCKING GRENADE.

Subtle? What's that. I don't know what that is. Not now, not ever.

The only thing subtle here is your ability to shoot everyone in the goddamn dick without even trying.

I will leave your aim out of this when you stop handing out dick shots like Halloween candy.

There was no reason for the yoink.

Drop down ______, Jesus, why did you have to be ExTRA.

Unfortunate. My jokes will be less appreciated due to ill timing now. Truly a tragedy in three parts. 

Everyone named ______ is Extra.

Today you taught that man an important lesson... a lesson in flight and physics. And that lesson is that people can't fly.

Long Time No Fuck My Life.

hSSSSSSSSSS.

I hate you for having that fucking good aim.

If I heard that in my last seconds of life, I would resurrect just long enough to kick them in the balls so goddamn hard they'd invert into a Y and never return to normal.

Mmmm gratuitous ass shot.

Where is the dragon sniper because I really, really, really would like to have it right now.

I wouldn't mind getting shot by you in real life as long as I got to hear some of this quality commentary before dying.

I think ______'s just a lil bitch and died of a splinter. Can take a hole in the liver but not a splinter. Anything but a splinter.

You said no -- but mommy said yes.

PLOT INCONVENIENCE.

Come on _______, squirrel your fucking way up there.

The amount of splinters...

Them pants are tighter than they are thicc.

YOU'RE ALWAYS SAYING YOU NEED A GRENADE, BUT WHEN THEY OFFER IT YOU'RE LIKE "Naaaaah".

(blu q. kazoo voice) SUSPICIOUUUUUSSS.

Hey ______... what brings you here... behind this crate?

The eight year old ate them.

Gonna replace the word bored with vored now just for the fuck of it.

Because that's average. Everyone expects "cock shot" but who's gonna see "shlort shot" coming?

I'm shlort sighted.

You killed me the last time and I did not appreciate that one bit.

If you're going to be launching 'nades, you gotta expect to get shot in the nads by the one and only Vibrating Nate.

I'd be vibrating too if I was being shot at all day, my fucking nerves would be fried.

I did not like that-- that was not cool.

I didn't see the rope and I thought you finally launched yourself. I was proud but also upset because that seemed like the most disappointing launch.

Can't believe I wanted to hang with someone who can't even appreciate Skyrim Shuffle. What a disappointment of a stoner.

New test on anyone who wants to be my friend -- has to appreciate the Skyrim Shuffle.

I wanna die that way. Just be staring into the void debating my life, then suddenly "Bye Bitch". I'd start laughing. I'd die laughing before I hit the ground.

I'd die laughing on a roller coaster if my organs weren't shoved into my throat.

Prepare to be Swiss'd.

Are you firing stink bombs?

Shot his ass off. Literally.

NOPE. Get shredded.

A WHITE PERSON WHO DOESN'T APPRECIATE CHEESE? DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT BABYBEL IS.

Have you ever had double cream brie with black truffles? THEN GET OUT OF MY FACE, CHEESE HEATHEN.

That wasn't the ________ sound. That was the Furry McFuckGoat sound.

That's a god damn butt plug. A very sharp one.

Smooth things over with him via a shot in the back of his goddamn skull.

I slipped and it fell into the void. That's what you tell them.

I don't think they can use the void as an excuse.

We've established that he likes me better than you.

God that'd be a great way to go...  direct hit with an RPG. Just... feel something whack me in the back then KABOOSH.

Your bullet count was 69 there for a moment and that was pretty rad.

I'll boost you! Off the side of a fucking cliff.

Oh look -- its a life-sized statue of your ego.

Prepare yourself. You're about to get one of your many wishes.

Vore? Are you sure its not vore? That's a lot of mouths.

No its Furry McFuckGoat and his friends.

I'd SCREAM OF JOY IF MY THROAT WASN'T FUCKED.

You just got pounded by a furry. How you feel about that?

Just getting straight up gangbanged here.

I'd kill him so he didn't get the satisfaction of seeing it all. DIE, CURIOUS HOE.

I am a far bigger dick than the Russian.

Good aim for being stiff.

They're fucking dead and still better at aiming than you.

There's always time to sight-see, you stupid slut.

Catch me enjoying the scenery outside the vehicle of my killer's vehicle. Catch me asking if we can stop and get a slushie at this nice slushie stand before I die.

He's a Russian -- he's already immortal.

[bibibbon]

MHA 418 rant

Oh my where do I start with this chapter?

So after all that they're somehow still in an imaginary place thing whatever? So like after all that barrier breaking thing last chapter they're still in the same imaginary place and it hasn't came as actual time travel type plot. I guess Iam ok with that but like dam what was the barrier breaking supposed to represent another way of izuku getting to shigaraki and getting through his bs power of hate and rejection?!?!

Why is it that all of izukus memories have to directly relate to Tenko? Ok like why is it throughout this whole fight and encounter Izuku only shared like one to two memories about himself but they still weren't directly about him like we got the todoroki fighting him at the sports festival and I think that's it. Also why is it that these Memoires specifically are highlighted like they don't impact izuku directly for him to remember them. Also shouldn't at that time izuku be like a 2 year old or something so how can he remember that. Why does he remember it? Was he in that conversation like did his dad take him and he saw kotaro and all that gist or was it not Izuku's memory at all but just vestige AFO's

Dfo basically confirmed. So the mysterious guy who kotaro met with that's apparently AFO does actually tick off a lot of the checkpoints for who hisashi midoriya really is. My theory is that the man kotaro met with was either afo aka dfo canon or it was hisashi but he works for AFO. Also how does this impact izuku like he never got to fight AFO or interact with him properly (even though they share a lot of parallels) that role was given to bakugo. How will izuku react? I doubt horikoshi will give him the autonomy to do something.

Hori had to humanise shigaraki so we got the other memories. All of this interaction is basically a huge spotlight on shigaraki and there to humanise him. All we see is the league standing next to him all together and people are thinking that this is some found family type of thing when Iam thinking that they look like soldiers taking or waiting for orders from shigaraki. There's also the baby Tenko memories to show Tenko playing around with his two friends that don't even contribute much to plot. We then see him freak out about Mon chans death and all that to humanise him

After everything and Mon chan still had to die. Iam just salty about it like why does the dog always gotta die for some reason?!?! Mon chan deserves better

How did Izuku go from middle schooler to child. Yeah that was some drastic change personally I dont get how izuku went from highschool to middle school to child is it just supposed to be some abstract imagery if it is I wish it was executed better.

Shigaraki is dying? Crumbling apart? And AFO is back??!?!?? So we see shigaraki basically decaying from the inside out somehow is this supposed to represent Tenko coming to light while the evil and irredeemable shigaraki dies which dam hori really has it out for shigaraki. I vestige afo was dead or he was just dead I get that he was gonna come back but at this point he is like a parasite in the show I just want him gone for good at this point. Maybe shigaraki will kill him and we will get another variation of the dog biting their owner or some stuff like that

Poor izuku. I JUST REALISED THAT IZUKU NOW CANNONICALLY IS QUIRKLESS AND LOST AN ARM?!?! AN ARM ALL THEM THEORIES HAVE BECOME REALITY AND I HATE IT. ALSO IF THIS IS AN IMAGINARY Place Then HOW THE HELL IS IZUKU Being DECAYED HAPPENING TO HIM IN REAL LIFE AND DUE TO THE QUIRK AWAKENING THAT TENKO GOT SHOULDNT IZUKU BE SLOWLY DECAYING ALL OVER?!?!?! NVM IZUKU IS BASICALLY ALSO DYING DUE TO DECAY THE GUY LOST BOTH HIS ARMS HELP

@doodlegirl1998 just brought up the fact that kurogiri was done injustice again as he is legit the only major lov member that isn't shown directly to us in shigs memories.

In conclusion MHA is going down hill

[headcanonandburn]

warning : You Will Cry Part 1

It’s the year after the Battle of Hogwarts. The school is still being repaired and the class size has dwindled down to pitiful numbers. And the Thestrals are so excited about the newfound attention they’d been getting.

Dobby wrote a will in which he sent Harry over 200 pairs of socks, Ron a pair of trainers, and a misshapen hat for Hermione.

No matter what he was doing or who he was with, Harry would always stop and pet any stray dog that he came across. If he could, he would give them any food he had. Eventually he became known as the man with the treats. Not Harry Potter or the Chosen One; just the quiet man with dogbones. When dogs would bound up to him, throwing their paws onto his chest and barking with glee at his arrival, he was reminded irresistibly of Sirius.

At Colin’s funeral, Harry didn’t say a word. He had been to so many funerals recently that pleasantries felt like a waste of breath, and how terrible would it be for him to waste his breath when he was so lucky to have it? He stood silent and watching, and as the last of the attendees left, Harry placed a tiny picture on Colin’s grave, taken by the late boy himself. It was the only autograph Harry Potter would ever give.

On May 2nd, 1998, Hogwarts held a moment of silence for the fallen. Not a single portrait stirred, not a single stair shifted. Even Peeves ducked into a corner and went silent. Then, when the silence ended, millions of different colored sparks took off into the sky.

Tonks is easily excitable and loved entertaining Hermione and Ginny with her Metamorphosis abilities. One day, she found a picture of Harry in Sirius’ room to turn herself into, and ran downstairs to show Remus and Sirius. And it wasn’t until Tonks watched their hearts break that she realized Harry’s eyes were the wrong color.

Harry kept each and every one of the sweaters that Mrs. Weasley had knitted him. One day while cleaning, she saw them folded with so much care in his drawer. She turned to see Harry wearing his newest Christmas Sweater proudly, like it was the greatest honor he could have been given, and she burst into tears.

One day, Harry accidentally calls Mrs. Weasley “Mum” instead of Molly. His face goes bright red, fumbling with apologies, and she (once again) burst into tears.

The first thing Draco Malfoy did after the war was Apparate into Muggle London and march straight into a tattoo parlor. He emerges, his face still bloody and burned, with an arm void of a black skull. Instead, he looks down at the skin covered in flowers and the skull changed into a silhouette of the castle, and smiles for the first time in two years.

After Fred’s funeral, George does not return to the Burrow until about a year later. He refuses to go upstairs where his and Fred’s old room is and barely says a word. His hair is some wild outrageous color, cropped short and crooked, and Mrs. Weasley goes into a fit. She loudly asks why he would do that to himself, and is not prepared when he says, “I kept seeing him in the mirror.”

George pulls Harry aside:

“Harry, you’ve died, haven’t you?”Harry looked up at George and regarded him, careful not to let any incredulousness show in his eyes — he knew all too well of the torment George must be feeling, of the weight in what he was visibly preparing himself to say.

“I have,” said Harry carefully.George dipped his head; as he did, Harry caught something in his eyes that pained him so deeply, he was grateful George had tried to hide it from him.

“Does it...” George spoke to his shoes, and his voice sounded much older than Harry remembered.

“Did... Did dying hurt, Harry? D’you think… that Freddie was in pain when...”But George did not need to specify. Like he had been smacked right across the face with the words left unspoken, Harry knew, and it was a long time before he answered.

“It didn’t hurt,” said Harry resolutely, like he was deciding it right then and there.“It didn’t?”

“Quicker and easier than falling asleep.”

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 16

Zoe was holding onto Cillian as if he was going to float away.

Her arms around his neck, his hands gripping her hips under the covers, legs tangled together; they were kissing each other and had no intention of slowing down. Zoe took the initiative to push her hips into his, making Cillian groan into the kiss. His hands traveled from her hips to her ass and pressed her against him, making sure she couldn't move away. Zoe could feel him hard against her; she wanted more. She began to grind her hips against him, while playfully biting down on his lower lip. Cillian pulled away and began to kiss her neck, down to her collarbone, slowly making her way to her chest while moving himself to lay on top of her.

the phone rang.

They both ignored it, and eventually it stopped ringing.

It rang again.

"What the fuck" Cillian said, lifting his head from Zoe's chest.

"Just go see who it is, if they can wait, don't answer" Zoe said, anxious to get back to their previous activity.

Cillan got up from the bed and made his way to the end table where his phone sat. He looked down at the screen and turned around.

"It's my attorney, it can wait" He said, making his way back to bed. He only got about 3 steps before the phone stopped ringing, than started ringing again. Cillian stopped dead in his tracks and turned around towards the end table, looking at his phone again.

"I'm sorry, let me just see what he wants. He's never called like this before," Cillian said, looking back at Zoe. She smiled and nodded.

Cillian adjusted himself in his sweatpants and picked up his cellphone. "Hey Chris, someone better be dying or this could of been an email," He said as he walked out of the bedroom.

Zoe laughed and stretched in the bed. Maybe this will all work out and be okay, She thought. It wasn't an ideal situation, but this entire day had been relaxing. Granted, they slept some of the day away, but she felt incredibly comfortable with him; that meant a lot to Zoe, who never felt comfortable in her own skin to begin with.

After about 20 minutes, Zoe was getting restless. What was taking so long? What does an attorney want on a Monday night?

As that thought crossed her mind, Cillian came back into the room, phone in hand, but staring at the screen. He slowly closed the door.

"...So who died?" Zoe said, trying to break the ice.

Cillian looked up at her and smiled softly. "Uh... my marriage apparently. My ex wife finally signed the divorce papers."

Zoe didn't know how to react. She coudn't read him. Was he happy? Sad? Relieved?

"Are..you okay?" Zoe said, sitting up.

Cillian sat on the bed. "Yea... I knew it was coming but I guess I'm still shocked it's finally happening. I'm officially divorced," He said. Zoe rubbed his back. "Again, I don't have feelings for her anymore but -" He started to say, feeling he had to explain himself to Zoe.

"Cill, it's okay" Zoe said, cutting him off. "A chapter of your life is closed. You're mourning that part of your life, I get it. It's okay to say goodbye to someone who was there for all these major milestones. You don't have to justify yourself to anyone, especially me"

Cillian turned around and looked at her. "I do want to justify myself to you. I want you to know where I stand with her"

Zoe laughed. "Hey man, I'm just a girl who got drunk with you and now you're stuck with me for 3 months. You don't have to explain anything to me."

Cillian narrowed his eyes. "I wish you wouldn't do that" He said.

"Do what?"

"Constantly put yourself down. You mean so much more to me than just a girl I got drunk with. And I'm definitely not stuck with you," He said, crawling onto the bed and slowly making his way on top of her.

"I think it's a good defense mechanism" Zoe said, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. But Cillian stopped her.

"I don't think it is," He said. " I don't know who or what made you think those things about yourself, but they aren't true. We gotta snap you outta that"

"... Do we gotta do that right now?" Zoe said, trying to pull him down again for a kiss. Cillian laughed.

"Well.. there was more to that phone call," Cillian said, rolling off of her onto his side next to her.

"What?"

"The house has to be sold. Apparently she already has a buyer lined up. At first I objected and I wanted to put it up for sale like normal, but the person she has wants the house so bad they're willing to pay almost double what the market value is. So I need to look for houses... starting tomorrow apparently" He said, sighing.

Zoe, knowing the mood was over, rolled onto her side and faced him. "I can help you pack. I'll do what I can" Zoe said. Cillian smiled.

"Just don't get rid of this bed" Zoe added. "It would be a sin to get rid of this"

Cillian laughed.

"Deal. I'll keep the bed."

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Cillian and Zoe woke up in each other's arms the next morning bright and early. It wasn't lost on them that they came close to having sex, before they were interrupted by Cillian's attorney. They both felt that it would be weird to continue what they started, especially if it would feel like a celebration of Cillian's divorce becoming final. Zoe wanted to be respectful first and foremost, her silly little crush was small in the big scale of things.

Instead, they wrapped up in each other, kissed each other until they fell asleep holding onto each other. Normally Zoe liked her space; but she couldn't get close enough to Cillian. Whenever she woke up to adjust, he woke up as well and adjusted with her, making sure his arms were always wrapped around her. He would sneak a kiss onto her forehead if he could, before drifting back to sleep.

They woke up around 7, aware they had to actually leave the house. The sun was shining, and Zoe had to head into the office today. She normally worked from home on Mondays, but clearly no work got done on Monday, so she was already behind.

"Here you go" Cillian said, emerging from the bathroom. "I knew I had a spare one"

"thank you" Zoe said, taking the toothbrush from him. She headed into the bathroom and went straight to the double sinks, turning on the faucet for the sink on the far left. She first splashed some water on her face, then proceeded to put toothpaste on her toothbrush. Cillian came in and stood next to her at the sink on her right, beginning to brush his teeth. They both smiled at each other as they brushed until they spit into their sinks. Cillian kept smiling as he let the water run.

"What?" Zoe said, shutting her sink off and grabbing the towel to dry her face.

"nothing.. it's just..." Cillian started. He made eye contact with her in the mirror. "It's been a while since someone was in this bathroom with me." He turned off his faucet and headed out of the bathroom. "I'll give you a pair of my sweatpants and a new T Shirt, i'll leave it on the bed. Just come downstairs when you're ready, I gotta feed Scout and let him out" He yelled over shoulder.

Zoe got dressed and tried to run her fingers through her hair. They agreed that morning that Cillian would drive Zoe home and drop her off; he would start the house hunting journey with his realtor who he had a breakfast appointment with at 9am. Zoe would head into work.

The car drive was silent, but Cillian had his hand on Zoe's thigh the entire time.

As much as Zoe enjoyed the time she had with Cillian, she desperately wanted to take a shower and wash her hair, and put on her own clothes. She felt so conflicted; she usually LOVED her alone time. She would of never previously spent the day with someone while hungover. If this was anyone else she would of been out that door 10 minutes after she woke up so she could suffer with her hangover in the comfort of her own apartment. But not with Cillian; all she wanted was to be with him.

Cillian pulled up to her apartment building and put the car in park. "I'll walk you to your door" He said, taking off his seatbelt.

They walked, hand in hand, up her steps to the front door of her building. She turned around and he grabbed her other hand in his, holding both of her hands and pulling her closer to him.

"Hey" he whispered. Their faces were close, and he put his forehead against hers. "We're gonna be better, yea?"

Zoe smiled. "Yea. No more tequila for me"

Cillian laughed. "I didn't mean that."

"I know, I know" Zoe said, squeezing her hands in his. "I know what you meant. But that means no more squeezing my shoulder and running out of my apartment, either" Zoe said.

"Why do I feel like you're never gonna let me live that down?" Cillian replied. Zoe laughed.

"Give me a month, i'll get over it."

Cillian smiled. "I like you. I like you so much"

Zoe smiled again. "Stop making me smile like a moron on my steps at 8am"

Cillian suddenly got very quiet. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Please don't fuck me over," He said, barely above a whisper.

Zoe got serious, pulled her hands out of his grip and put them on his face. "I won't," But Zoe wasn't satisfied. Cillian's eyes were still closed. "Hey," Zoe said, "Look at me"

Cillian opened his eyes.

"I'm just as scared as you are. We'll figure it out. Okay? Me and you" Zoe said softly.

Cillian smiled again. "You and me."

He brought his hand to her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. Zoe kissed him back, trying to savor every second because she knew he had to leave.

"I'll text you, yea?" Cillian said, taking a step back from her.

"Yea, sounds good. Good luck with the house hunt. Let me know what you find" Zoe said as he walked back to his car.

"I will. I'll talk to you later Zoe" He said, shooting her a smile before getting into the car. Zoe waved as the car drove off.

Zoe got to the top of the stairs of her apartment building and barely got her key in the lock to her door before her phone went off. She looked down to a text, from Cillian.

I miss you already.

tags: @lau219 @shopgirl6us @wolfieellsworld

[goayda]

After the Storm

So you remember that fic I owed you @izzymarksthespot ? Well, here it is (the part 1 at least), and there is a bath! Or there will be. Well, check and see 😉

(As usual, set some time after 2x07, Ed is happy being a fisherman somewhere and there was no Zheng fight and no Prince Ricky attack. As usual too, no warnings needed, just a happy time for everybody.)

Thank goodness the storm hadn’t hit them by surprise, Stede thought, but still, after many hours fighting to keep the Revenge afloat, the crew was exhausted.

They had managed to get the ship ready and the sturdy vessel had resisted the huge waves and the high winds, but it had been a tough fight and now that the skies had finally cleared, the whole crew was trying to warm up on deck while they filled their empty stomachs with a noodle soup, the recipe that Roach had learned from Zheng’s cook and that they all loved.

Stede was helping Roach bring the last bowls of soup from the galley and when he looked around the deck his eyes immediately stopped on Izzy, who was very noticeably looking the worse for wear. He was as pale as a ghost and even though he was wrapping his arms around himself trying to get warm, the drenched clothes he was still wearing were clearly not helping the situation.

“Izzy!” Stede said as he rushed to his side. “My goodness, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, captain,” he replied, but his voice sounded too weak to be convincing.

Stede raised his hand to touch Izzy’s forehead, but it was immediately slapped away by the freezing cold hand of the annoyed first mate.

“He isn’t even eating his soup,” Frenchie snitched as soon as he swallowed the mouthful of noodles he had been hungrily chewing.

“Frenchie, mind your own business!” Izzy barked at him.“I’m just… not hungry right now,” he added weakly.

“That will not do, you have to warm up or you’ll catch pneumonia, Israel,” Stede chastised him. “Don’t we have another blanket around here?” he added looking around.

They had brought a few blankets while Roach cooked the soup for them, but apparently there weren’t enough for everybody. Oluwande, Jim and Archie were sharing one, as were Lucius and Pete, but probably the obtuse first mate had decided he didn’t need one. Well, he obviously needed it and Stede knew where to find quite a few.

He was about to go to his cabin to fetch a blanket when he saw a shiver shake Izzy’s frame. The man looked fragile and Izzy Hands never looked fragile, it was a disturbing sight.

“Come with me, Izzy,” Stede said. “I have some spare blankets in my cabin. You also need to get out of those wet clothes immediately.”

A chocking sound distracted Stede for a moment. Apparently Lucius had found some trouble while eating his noodles and Pete was hitting him firmly on the back while stifling a laugh for some reason.

“Bonnet, I don’t need-“

“That’s an order, Izzy,” Stede replied, using his best captain-voice. “I won’t have my first mate dying from a cold out of stubbornness. So let’s go, chop-chop.”

Stede took Izzy’s untouched bowl of soup and with a last warning look at Izzy, he started walking towards his cabin. With a resigned sigh, the first mate stood up slowly and started following him, limping lightly.

Before closing the door to the deck behind him, Stede took a last look at the rest of the crew and noticed that not only Frenchie, but also Lucius, Pete and Fang were smiling encouragingly at him and giving him the thumbs up. That was a bit disconcerting. Had they thought he wouldn’t care about Izzy when he clearly looked so poorly? Their animosity had died long ago and Stede had thought it was obvious he was quite fond of the angry little man now.

As he walked down the corridor towards his cabin, he had another worrying thought: what if Izzy himself didn’t think Stede cared about him? That surely couldn’t be, right? He had to know he did care… or maybe he thought Stede still held a grudge against him?

Stede didn’t have much time to dwell on it because they had already reached the cabin and Izzy was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room while shivering noticeably.

A warm bath would do wonders for him, Stede thought. And Roach probably still had the fire going after making the soup so it wouldn’t take too long to warm some water.

And indeed it didn’t take long. Stede asked Roach to fill the bathtub and when some time later the cook told him it was ready Stede still hadn’t managed to convince the stubborn man of the need of a hot bath. Izzy had wrapped himself in one of the blankets and insisted it was all he needed and Stede had to use all his authority to stop him from leaving the room.

“Now the bath is ready, Izzy,” Stede decided to change tactics. “You wouldn’t want to waste resources, would you?”

“Maybe the captain could use it then,” Izzy hit back. “Since it’s actually the captain’s bathtub.”

“Well,… we can both use it!”

Izzy’s eyes widened in surprise and at his back, Roach had a coughing fit. Smoking was such an awful habit, Stede thought as he turned to see the cook hitting his chest while still holding his lit cigarette.

“I’ll be going now,” the cook wheezed as he walked towards the door.

“Yes, thank you for everything, Roach,” Stede replied politely.

Turning his attention back to Izzy, Stede noticed the first mate was now staring at him with a strangely guarded expression on his face.

“As I was saying,” Stede continued. “Even thought the bathtub is in my quarters, there’s no reason why any other member of my crew can’t use it if needed. And you need it, Izzy, don’t try to tell me otherwise.”

Izzy blinked slowly and seemed to falter.

“Please, Israel,” Stede said softly. “Just… if not for yourself, could you do it for my peace of mind?”

Izzy’s shoulders sagged in defeat. He nodded lightly and Stede guided him towards the bathroom before he could change his mind.

TBC