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[kuri-crocus]

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[junkratsjunkertown]

hi could you maybe write junker queen fluffy smut with a chubby s/o? i liked your poly headcannons with her and rat im just not super into him lol. thanks in advance wether you accept or not!

You’re welcome and I hope you like it.

I Love You No Matter What

Junker Queen x Chubby! Reader

TW: Mentions of weight

Odessa was just lounging in her throne when you walked in looking like you’ve been crying. She sees you and hurries to your side. She looks both panicked and angry.

“Who made you cry, My Bunny? I’ll hunt them down and hurt them.”

You slightly smile at her nickname for you.

“No one made me cry. I was just feeling a little insecure about my body.”

She kisses your soft lips and she places a hand on your plump butt. She parts from the kiss

“Bunny, if you’re feeling insecure please let me know. I know that’s hard.”

You two smile at each other and totally forget that her hand is on your butt. That’s until someone interrupts.

“Oh. Um. Should I leave you two alone?”

Odessa sighs as she let’s go if you.

“What is it?”

“Well, we have an update on the whereabouts of Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes and Mako “Roadhog” Rutledge. But we can wait until you’re ready, my queen.”

“Just give me ten minutes and I’ll meet cha in the meeting room.”

The other person bows and leaves. Odessa holds you again.

“Now, where we’re we?”

“Well your hands were on my butt and you were making my insecurities fade away.”

“Ah, yes! My sweet bunny. You will always look amazing to me. And if anyone tells you otherwise I’ll kick em out.”

You chuckle.

“Odessa, could we cuddle until you have to go to that meeting?”

“Of course my bunny. Anything for you.”

She gives your butt a quick squeeze and you two cuddle until the meeting. Unfortunately you two fell asleep and missed the meeting, but no one was going to say anything about it.

[posi-pan]

2022 books with pan rep 📚

At the time of posting previous lists, there were 57 books in 2020 and 141 in 2021. This year, there are 176!

30 Things I Love about Myself by Radhika Sanghani

Ablaze by A.H. Cunningham

All I’m Asking by J. Marie Rundquist

Apparition by Zahlia Amin

Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires #3) by Kelly Fox

Bad At Love by Gabriela Martins

Barcelona (Circus After Dark #3) by Chloe Adler

The Barkeep and the Bookseller by V.L. Locey

Barnabas Bopwright Saves the City by J. Marshall Freeman

Bartholomew (The Temple Brothers #2) by Elle Sparrow

Ben and Beatriz by Katalina Gamarra

Bishop’s Opening by R.S.A Garcia

Bitter Medicine by Mia Tsai

Blood Bound (Youkai Bloodlines #3) by Courtney Maguire

Blood Legacy (Avators of Ruin #2) by Tej Turner

Bloodmarked (Legendborn #2) by Tracy Deonn

Bound (Fangs with Benefits #3) by Aveda Vice

Bound (Kozlov Chronicles #2) by Elena Sobol

Carnal Cryptids 2: Southeast (Carnal Cryptids #2) by Vera Valentine

Changing the Rules (Rules of the Game: Evanston River Otters #1) by Brigham Vaughn

The Chasm (Finding Humanity #2) by Branwen Oshea

Cold Cases and Bitter Enemies (Cold Case Unit #3) by J.M. Dabney

A Cosmic Kind of Love by Samantha Young

Count Your Lucky Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur

A Cruel and Fated Light (The Hollow Star #2) by Ashley Shuttleworth

Dance with the Devil (Mercenary Librarians #3) by Kit Rocha

The Darkest Edge by Lyra Blake

Dead Draw by Layla Reyne

Death by Society by Sierra Elmore

Dinner with the Schnabels by Toni Jordan

Dominance of the Heart by Char Dafoe

Dragon’s Honor (Irresistible Dragons #2) by Nora Phoenix

Dreams Bigger Than Heartbreak (Unstoppable #2) by Charlie Jane Anders

D’Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding by Chenica C. Higgins

The Edge of Being by James Brandon

Electric Idol (Dark Olympus #2) by Katee Robert

Epilogues of Lost Gods (Unwritten Runes #2) by Cat Rector

Errant Vol. 1 (Errant #1) by L.K. Fleet

Eternal Hoptimist by Lee Blair

Every Word You Never Said by Jordon Greene

Exodus 20:3 by Freydís Moon

Extra Witchy (Fix-It Witches #3) by Ann Aguirre

Fabricated by Zoe Lee

The Fae Keeper (The Witch King #2) by H.E. Edgmon

The Fake Date by Trisha Bradley

Fate in Suspension (Horn & Haven #1) by Archer Kay Leah

Fault Tolerance (Chilling Effect #3) by Valerie Valdes

Fight + Flight by Jules Machias

Fighting Monsters: Part One (Fighting Monsters #1) by Sam Hall

Fighting Monsters: Part Two (Fighting Monsters #2) by Sam Hall

Forward March by Skye Quinlan

Furious Heaven (The Sun Chronicles #2) by Kate Elliott

Going Public (Jade Harbor Capital #2) by Hudson Lin

Got Me Looking (Vet Shop Boys #3) by Casey Cox

Griff by Ana Night

Grim and Bear It (Love Me Dead #2) by Heather Novak

Grounded for All Eternity by Darcy Marks

The Heartbreak Handshake by J.R. Hart

Her Stubborn Warrior by Kaylee Pike and Kyra Keys

His Heart Knows by Riley Long

The Hourglass Throne (The Tarot Sequence #3) by K.D. Edwards

Howl Down the Moon by Layla Dorine

How to Love a Dragon (Dragon Tamer #2) by Lila Mina

How We Ricochet by Faith Gardner

I Am Sebastian by Cameron James

I Bought Him, So He’s Mine by Kaylee Pike and Kyra Keys

Icebreaker by A.L. Graziadei

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace

I F-ing Dare You by Emm Darcy

If I Were A Weapon (All These Gifts #1) by Skye Kilaen

The Immortality Trials (The Immortality Trials #1) by Madison Nicole

Incandescent by Christina Lee

Indigo: Nights (Indigo B&B #2) by Adrian J. Smith

Inked Temptation by Carrie Ann Ryan

In the City of Time by Gwendolyn Clare

Irresponsible Puckboy by Eden Finley and Saxon James

It’s Not Unusual To Be Loved by an Alien by Chloe Archer

Jamison by A.N. Waugh

Jilted: Jaren (The Foster Brothers #1) by Nora Phoenix

Just a Touch Away by Jae

Just One Date (Castleton Hearts #5) by Chelsea M. Cameron

Kieran by Avery Tu and Kota Quinn

The Kindred by Alechia Dow

Kink Camp: Hunted by A. Anders

Know It In the Dark (All These Gifts #2) by Skye Kilaen

Kostya the Fallen Star by Melissa Polk

The Last Hero (The First Sister #3) by Linden A. Lewis

Last Resort by Helene Gadot

Lead Me Astray by Sondi Warner

Let Me In (Gods of Hunger #3) by R.M. Virtues

Let the Light Shine Through by A. Marie

Lipstick Lies (The Order Duet #2) by Kris Butler

Lizzie Blake’s Best Mistake by Mazey Eddings

London (Circus After Dark #4) by Chloe Adler

Love & Other Disasters by Anita Kelly

Love Me Gently by E.M. Dennings

Love You Like That by Scarlett Cole

Lunar New Love by Ophelia Silk

Man o’ War by Cory McCarthy

Match with the Demon by Chace Verity

Meet Me on St. Patrick’s Day by Bryony Rosehurst

Moon Dark Smile (Night Shine #2) by Tessa Gratton

MumFest & Murder (The Java Tavern #2) by Elizabeth Garver

Music Lights & Never Afters by C.L. Matthews

My Roommate Romeo (First Times #1) by Billie Bloom

Nestor (Green Hill Pride #6) by Catherine Lievens

Not Good for Maidens by Tori Bovalino

Not Your Type by Elizabeth Jeannel

Odder Still by D.N. Bryn

Omega’s Study Partner (Sweet in Silford #3) by Hope Bennett

One Night With You by Laura Jane Williams

One Night With You by Sky McCoy

One Step at a Time by Lily Seabrooke

One Week with His Stepbrother (Daddy Tales #3) by Kelex

The One Who Loves You the Most by Medina

Ophelia After All by Racquel Marie

Paris (Circus After Dark #1) by Chloe Adler

Pitcher Perfect (Tap That Brewery #1) by Lee Blair

Playing for Keeps by Jax Calder

Play Me (Dragons Love Curves series #10) by Aidy Award

Pull (Love Is Love #1.5) by Nyla K.

Project Himbo by S.J. Whitby

Promote (Shattered Pawns #3) by Jennifer Cody

Pushing the Limits (Secrets Kept #2) by Riley Hart

Queen of Queens (Our Fae Queen #5) by Traci Lovelot

Queen’s Hope (Star Wars: The Padmé Trilogy #3) by E.K. Johnston

Reaper Hospital: Code Hot Nurse (Their Repear #2) by Lacey Carter Anderson

Recast (Handled #4) by Romilly King

The Redemption by Alexia Chase

Ripped (Kozlov Chronicles #3) by Elena Sobol

Rookie Mistake (On the Board #1) by Anna Zabo and L.A. Witt

Royal Exposé by Jenny Frame

Royal Lines (Boston Rebels #4) by R.J. Scott and V.L. Locey

Sasha and the Butcher (The Moretti Family #1) by Stephanie Kazowz

The Savior’s Rise (The Windermere Tales #2) by Talli L. Morgan

Scorpica (The Five Queendoms #1) by Greer Macallister

Seize the Castle (A Knight’s Revenge #2) by Elizabeth Dear

Shake Things Up (Love at Knockdown #2) by Skye Kilaen

Silent Secrets (The Secrets of Sorlphi #1) by Miranda May

Silhouette and the Shadows (Silhouette #1) by Delaney Andrews

The Society For Soulless Girls by Laura Steven

So This Is Ever After by F.T. Lukens

Spin the Damn Bottle (All the Games We Play #2) by Emm Darcy

Stiletto Sins (The Order Duet #1) by Kris Butler

Stitched (Kozlov Chronicles #1) by Elena Sobol

Stone Wings (The Gargoyles of Arrington #1) by Jenn Burke

Storm the Gates (A Knight’s Revenge #1) by Elizabeth Dear

A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows

Sugar Girl by Emma L. McGeown

Sweet to the Core (Lighthouse Bay #3) by Amy Aislin

Temptation Cove (Hot Takes #3) by T.S. Ankney

Tempt Me Tonight by Natasha Washington

A Tended Garden by J.P. Jackson

Thank You, Next by Andie J. Christopher

That Good Mischief (The Nine Worlds Rising #3) by Lyra Wolf

This Cursed Crown (These Feathered Flames #2) by Alexandra Overy

This Wicked Fate (This Poison Heart #2) by Kalynn Bayron

Tracking Trouble (Spellster Universe #2.5) by Aldrea Alien

The Trow of Duncaster by Melissa Polk

Twilight’s Touch (Prairie Smoke Ranch #2) by V.L. Locey

Two Rights Make a Wrong by Chloe Liese

Undeniable (Bainbridge University #4) by Andi Burns

Uninhibited (Bainbridge University #3) by Andi Burns

Unlikely Savior (For the Gods’ Amusement #3) by Catherine Lievens

Untitled (The Councillor #2) by E.J. Beaton

Us Against the World by Shayne Prescott

VAMPS: Fresh Blood by Nicole Arend

Venice (Circus After Dark #2) by Chloe Adler

Violet is Nowhere by Faith Gardner

Warrior Queen (Our Fae Queen #6) by Traci Lovelot

Warwick (Rebel Sky Ranch #4) by Kelly Fox

What’s Mine Is Yours by Willow Renee

When the Walls Come Down by Harper Robson

Wicked Beauty (Dark Olympus #3) by Katee Robert

The Wicked Love by Pru Schuyler

Wrong Hunt by J.S. Harker

Have you read any of these books? Or books with pan rep at all this year? Let me know! Happy Pan Week!

[libraryinthecountry]

★ Happy New Year’s Eve, friends! What were your favorite reads of the year? Once I finish Babel today, I will have read 240 books in 2022! I am always terrible at choosing my Top 10 or Top 3, or whatever—so what I like to do is close the year out with a photo of my five-star-reads and favorite series of the year! Four of my favorite series I binged this year were @sophie_lark_author’s Brutal Birthright, @devneyperry’s Jamison Valley, @authorhollyrenee’s The Boys of Clermont Bay, and @sarahmcradit’s The Book of All Things series! I had a ton of five-star-reads this year (though maybe not as many as last year?) and always enjoy reflecting back on what I’ve read at the end of the year. It’s curious when I notice patterns in what I was reading or realize they corresponded with my mood at the time. While I do most of my reading via audiobook, I’m happy with how many of these were actually ebook reads as well. Much of the time now, I listen to ebooks using my iPad’s VoiceOver feature, which has been a relief, as physical reading has become growingly less accessible for me. Not featured are some other five-star-reads I don’t have physical copies of (yet?): - The Roughest Draft - Shipped by Angie Hickman - A Million Quiet Revolutions - Under Locke - Tied by Carian Cole - The Rake by LJ Shen - Dark Reign by Amelia Wilde - Lessons in Sin by Pam Godwin - My Best Friend’s Sister by QB Tyler Two of my top reads were also rereads: House of Earth and Blood and Throne of Glass! Cheers to 2022, may your 2023 be filled with many incredible books and great moments! 🥂 ★ HASHTAGS // #2022wrapped #bookdragon #bookhoarder #bookstack #happynewyear #fivestarreads #favoritebooks #bookstagram #sarahjmaas #sophielark #devneyperry #jenniferlarmentrout #loreolympus #kateerobert #fantasybooks #readromance #colleenhoover #ravenkennedy #rfkuang #marianazapata #homelibrary #cozybooks https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm2Q8yWyTvo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[overwatchfics]

can you write a junkerqueen X GN Reader and her reaction to Reader walking up to her and just sits on her lap and says "best seat in the house"

Junker Queen Lap sitting

Odessa really wasn’t the one to slow down and go over reports, but here she was, sitting on her throne with a ratty clip board of supply restocks in Junkertown. She groaned and took off her crown to run a hand through her blue tresses, knocking a few stray locks back into place. It felt the more she stared at the statistics the more she felt her brain was to become one of Jamison’s mines, just waiting at any moment to explode. Odessa put the paper down and slumped in her chair exhaustedly, still gripping the pen in a vice grip. Footsteps had caught her attention, though she had an idea of whose they were, and her red eyes flickered to the entrance of her throne room. You were coming back from a mission and had walked into Odessa’s throne room to see her slouched over a stack of paperwork with her hair askew, eyes reflecting more exhaustion than you think was human. Her exhausted eyes meet yours and you think you’re able to spot some relief, but regardless her fatigue and lack of energy was something you could remedy. Odessa glanced down at the papers in her lap “Love, next time I have to do paperwork I think I’ll bash my head against a wall.”. You see her attempt to work on them again, but you interrupt her “Dez, I think you could use a break.” She shakes her head “Not when there’s this little bit left!” both of your gazes' glance at the paperwork on her lap and you fix her with an immediate are-you-shitting-me look. “No, you need a break dear.” You take the clipboard with several inches of paper stack on top and set it on the ground. Prying her fingers away from the pencil, you seize it and toss it across the room.  You try to figure out how to squeeze in next to her on her throne, but your attempts are futile, regardless of it drags a tired chuckle from her “Sorry love, only room for one on this throne”. That gives you an idea. You climb into her lap and wrap your arms around her shoulders “Why would I need a throne when this is the best seat in the house”. Odessa snorts and barks out a laugh, she wraps two strong arms around you and pulls you closer to her. She reaches a hand to your jaw, tilting it a bit before kissing you properly, your hands drag down her back in an attempt to rub out some of the exhaustion. She presses a little harder before pulling away, lips inches away from each other “You don’t know what you do to me love.”. You smirk and kiss her cheek “Oh, I think I do Dez, but why don’t You give a demonstration?”

A/N: That got a little spicy towards the end. I'm still on that Junker queen and Kiriko hype train y'all. put in some of the new characters!

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[thekarleffect]

"This throne don't need a king, i've already got a queen standing next to me, ready to Fight"

-Queen by Kimmie Devereux and Jamison

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

I don’t know if this is a prompt so much as just an idea. But I can imagine Thorne’s band performing in Vegas and either being competitive with Peter Vincent (basic enemy’s to friends to lovers) OR maybe them meeting and bonding over after-show drinks.

Ooh, what if Thorne somehow got dragged along one of Peter’s real vampire hunts?

Oooh, I like the idea of enemy performers to friends to lovers (with a bit of a bonus of... well... fuck buddies because these two would totally be the type).

Might take a bit before Peter takes Thorne hunting with him though, but I can work with the other idea!

Warning: implied things

On with the fic!

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Peter could hear the loud chattering of people leaving the theater, talking about the performance they just watched. Meh. He took a long drink from his glass before ordering a refill from the bartender here at the hotel bar.

It's been two weeks now since the hotel decided for Peter to share his stage with some punk rocker named Thorne Jamison and his band, Peter couldn't be bothered to remember the name of. It was rather irritating, this whole sharing the stage thing, it meant one of his shows was removed from the schedule.

Yes, it was another night off, which was great, but it also bothered him that he had to spend three nights performing and then another three dealing with some guy on his stage, messing with his sets! Using his props and fog machine and stuff!

When the hell was this guy gonna fuck off back to Europe or whatever?

"Oi, this seat takin'?"

Peter turned and nearly blanched at the sight of the person next to him. Dressed in artfully torn clothing, with a studded battle vest, covered in patches, with damp, messy hair, was the bane of his existence.

"Yes." Peter said, but Throne sat down anyway.

"Nah, there's no one occupyin' this spot. Barkeep, give me your strongest, fruitiest drink!" He then looked at Peter. "Wait, hold on, make it two, for me and my friend!"

Peter glowered. "We're not friends."

"Come on, we totally should be!" Thorne was grinning and Peter noticed he was wearing eye makeup like himself, and he seemed to have his ear pierced. The charm on the little ring looked like a drop of blood, Peter wondered where he got it, would be cool to have something like that.

No, no, stop looking at him! It! Stop looking at the piercing! Fuck!

He turned away and down his current drink, just as a new one was placed before him. "Don't wanna be friends with you." He mumbled.

"Aw, why not? We're, like, two peas in a pod! Or somethin'."

"Not really, no." Peter sipped his new drink, oh fuck that was sweet. Could use some more rum.

"Are you mad that I'm takin' your spotlight?" Thorne asked, suddenly leaning against Peter. "It's just for a while, brings in crowds, people still come to see your show, ya know."

"I don't like competition." Peter replied, pushing him away. "Thanks for the drink, Jamison." He finished off the glass with impressive speed, then stood up and walked away from the bar, towards the lifts to his flat.

He didn't get far. Suddenly, he was grabbed and shoved into a room on the way there, from what it looked like, it was an office they had on the first floor of the hotel for business stuff.

Then Peter registered that hot, wet lips were on his own, then against his neck, hands keeping him pinned to the wall. Peter blinked and realized who was doing this to him, and fuck, holy shit, that mouth was doing things for him...!

"Oh, you sneaky bastard..!" Peter tried to push him away once he freed his hands, but then just pulled Thorne closer, kissing him hard, getting his hands tangled in those still-damp locks. He smelled like his drink and sweat, and some sort of cologne and Peter was weirdly into that.

"Saw your show last night." Thorne panted hard against his mouth. "It should be a bloody crime for a man like you to wear pants like that. Come on, admit it, those things were fuckin' painted on, weren't they?"

"Y-you saw my show?" Peter asked before Thorne brought a knee up between his legs and he gasped at the pressure.

"How could I not? Had to see those pants and all that bare flesh in person." Thorne smirked.

Peter growled and pushed him back, wiping at his mouth. "Don't be gettin' any ideas, Jamison... whatever is happenin' here, this means nothing."

"Yeah, yeah, been there, done that, now get out of those jeans and on that table."

Fuck.

How long was this guy staying at the hotel again?

--

"This means nothing." Yeah, you're gonna keep telling yourself that until you end up falling for him, Peter.

[legendaryboyd]

Of Kings and Queens - GoT by Asha47110

[azariah-z-fell]

What is crazy for me is the answer is no, because if you said the name Micheal sheen I would have gave you a blank stare.

But I grew up watching underworld, twilight, and had seen home again, laws of attraction, doolittle and admission. Plus watch the really graphic up Ancient Rome tv show. Plus his voice work in Alice in wonderland.

I did realize how many things he had been I had seen till I watched good omens.

Same poll for David here!

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

TUA DISNEY AUs: Raya and the Last Dragon (Pt. XIX)

(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the “story” takes place in the setting of the film) (not to be misleading or anything :p)

(BEWARE: war, violence, death, sadness, mentions of rape, mpreg, a surprisingly happy ending for everybody, gratuitous backstory, and yeah, that's it, etc.)

(If you can handle watching Umbrella Academy, this will be fine for you.)

it’s a movie about two badass bitch lesbians you bet your ass I’m gonna rewrite it as a movie about two badass bitch lesbians

(Raya) Eudora was born as the princess of one of the five nations, and became queen of her region when she was thirteen, having lost her parents to a fearsome plague. She wants to make them proud, and has tried all her life to make them so, even if they’re long gone. She’s a master of diplomacy (and manipulation…), having won countless crucial conflicts and ended dangerously delicate deals with simple games of mahjong amongst nation leaders. She has a strong sense of justice and holds bravery in the highest regard; she’s been known to more harshly punish cowards rather than criminals whose actions she considers courageous. While she doesn’t believe in the dragons, figuring they’re a myth since no one’s seen one in millennia, she still respects them like a religion, and prays to the Great Roaring Almighty Caretaker, her Excellecy. Eudora fell in love with her nation’s strongest warrior (besides her, of course), Diego, and they’ve been engaged for years. He’s her best friend and most trusted confidant; the only person who can calm her down, the only person who can stay her hand, the only person whose advice she listens to. Their marriage will secure her nation’s safety, make her look strong, ensure that the person she has at her side is someone she trusts; it’s a pity her handmaiden’s in love with him. She tries to spare Klaus from seeing them together too often, but eventually he’ll have to get used to it - after all, she and Diego will be married one day. The only threat to Eudora’s brilliant kingdom, its strength and prosperity, is the only person who matches her in skill and wit: Princess Lila, who Eudora definitely isn’t in love with. No. Of course not. That would be ridiculous.

(Namaari) Lila is the princess of her own nation, daughter of the terrifying Handler. She can turn into a dragon at will, but that magic is a well-kept secret - she’s supposed to be the chosen one, and the Handler wants to save that knowledge for when the time is ripe to strike. (Hey - prophecies change.) Diego tried to save Lila years ago, but she left him behind to burn as she made off with the stolen gems from Eudora’s kingdom. She lives with that guilt every day, and knows Eudora will never forgive her for it. (That’s alright. It’s not like Lila’s in love with her or anything.) She is an admiral warrior, the best of her kingdom, and it draws her to Five’s attention, their shared immorality and violent natures making them good friends. When Eudora comes to her for help, left without another option after her kingdom falls to the Drunn, she and Lila fall in love all over again, with Eudora eventually breaking the laws of magic to save Lila’s life. (Lila sacrifices herself for Diego, finally repaying the debt she entered so many years ago. Eudora is so desperate to keep her by her side that she replaces Lila’s dead heart with her Excellency’s gem, letting the magic sustain her so long as Lila swears to remain loyal to the dragons always.) (Which she did, duh. After all, she’s one of them.) Revived, Lila kills her own mother to end the reign of terror in her kingdom, giving up her throne to a far more worthy compatriot… After the war ends, Eudora asks for her hand beneath a waterfall, and they live out the rest of their days in a nearby cottage with twin sons named Jamal and Jamison, saying nothing of the wings sprouting from their backs. (Their story is legend. Their names are worshipped. Their love is immortalized with their bravery, and they are buried in a secret tomb I promise you no one will ever find.)

Luther is the greatest warrior of Allison’s nation. (Besides Allison herself, because, come on. Let’s be real here.) Though he’s deformed from an ambush attack of toxins years ago from Lila’s nation, he’s considered a gentle giant and is a beloved member of the nation, known as the queen’s most willing and favorite servant. His love for her is almost as well known as her rejection of him is, and yet he stays by her side still. Luther met Diego during a diplomatic meeting years ago and spilled some wine on him (whether it was an accident or not is still up for debate); they’ve been bickering ever since and Luther loves him like a brother. (They eventually save a village of children together from the Handler’s wrath; they share their first hug in their elation and have been embarrassed and awkward about it ever since; this doesn’t stop them from hugging nearly every day now though.) Luther likes to take care of Klaus, who he finds amusing and kind; he likes to protect Five, who insists he doesn’t need protecting; he likes to let Vanya teach him healing practices, which she learned during her time in recovery; and he likes to listen to Ben ramble on and on about dragons and other such nerdy shit, because all Luther is, when it comes down to it, a sweetheart. And Allison knows this, it seems, has always known it - come the end of the war, she asks him to marry her, confessing that she’s always loved him back but just couldn’t be with him, not until the five kingdoms were safe. Which they are, now, so… What do you say, dear? For the rest of our lives? (For longer, he says, smiling. Obviously.)

Diego is Eudora’s greatest warrior, and he knows it. He’s covered in burn scars, though nobody knows what from. (That’ll happen when you try to save a mad dragon girl from herself.) He’s brave but unforgiving of cowardice and malice, having obliterated entire armies single-handedly with his unmatchable skills and what little magic he possesses. He serves the throne, his loyalty lying with the kingdom, but he will betray it for the people he loves, something that makes him a flight risk for Eudora. She loves him anyway - when she asked him to marry her on her seventeenth birthday, already knowing the weight of her kingdom’s expectations, Diego agreed without hesitation, though his heart has never belonged to her. Instead, his eyes linger on Klaus, his fiance’s handmaiden - but admitting that would mean death or destitution for them both. Eudora is none the wiser, anyway. That is, until the love he feels for Klaus brings the man back to life in his arms, despite how weak Diego’s magic has always been, certainly never enough to manage such a feat without unimaginable motivation. Eudora understands, she says afterwards. Her heart, too, belongs to another. When the war is over, Diego marries Klaus (Grace officiated) and stands by his side in the palace of the united five nations, the admiral of every soldier in the kingdom. He takes a liking to and adopts Five, Klaus’ son, and together they make their home, a family at last. And after the war, Diego once and for all proclaims his loyalty to the throne: Diego bows to no one, no one, not even Eudora. So when he bows to the new ruler of the five nations, everyone, no matter their loyalties, drops to one knee behind him in waves, knowing instinctually that their new leader can be trusted. Diego looks up, catches his new ruler’s eyes, and winks. They smile, then pull him up into their arms. He’s home.

Allison is the queen of her own nation, respected as a fierce warrior who never backs down and never surrenders. She’s brilliant with magic, especially mind control, though her loose sense of control surrounding it has led her to some rather condemning and immoral actions. She’s forced thousands to do her bidding, believing it necessary at the time even if it was a horrible idea in hindsight of the war. She is the only person alive who knows where the secret resting place of the dragons is, where they have stood encased in stone for centuries now since the Drunn invaded. She protects their knowledge, searching desperately for her family, who were all scattered by the Drunn when they were merely children. She thought them dead for years until she began to recoginize their mannerisms in citizens she met from other kingdoms, though her memory was shot - Luther, beside her; Diego and Klaus, with Eudora. She’s no idea where Ben and Vanya have disappeared off to. Eventually, she’s able to tell them the truth of their origins: the royal children of a long-dead clan, now risen again with the five nations reunited. No longer queen, she nearly exiles herself for her crimes, but despite the ridicule and death threats she receieves daily, she stays at Five’s insistence, remaining a part of the court to help lead the world forward and find forgiveness for her past mistakes. She marries Luther, and proposes to Ray too, in the garden of the dragons once they have reawakened; he says yes. Despite the horror of her past and the weight of her guilt, Allison is happier than she has been in a long, long time. (And thank Grace for that.)

Klaus is Eudora’s handmaiden, and the most powerful mage in all of history. (Not that anybody knows that.) (No, not even Klaus.) He likes serving Eudora - she lets him borrow her dresses just because and protects him from the hecklers who think he’s insane. (What, because he’s constantly babbling to himself? Get over yourselves, he’s obviously talking to ghosts. Duh.) Klaus is a rarity, one of those very few lucky enough to have been born with a red string tying him to his soulmate, Ben. Their magic ties them together, and falls entirely to Klaus when Ben dies, upon which Klaus screams in aguish and drops to his knees, his magic bursting out of him and burning an entire forest to the ground in a matter of minutes. (Nobody knows it was him, obviously. If they did, he certainly wouldn’t still be a servant of the queen.) Ben still follows him around, as a ghost, because of course he does - it’s kind of him, really. Klaus needs him now more than ever, being so desperately in love with his queen’s betrothed. Look, it’s not his fault - Diego is fucking brilliant, okay? And he’s perfect for Klaus: he takes care of him even though Klaus infuriates him. (And fascinates him, but Klaus doesn’t get to know that.) But Diego and Eudora are meant for each other, and Klaus could never get in the way of that - Eudora’s his best friend. But Diego doesn’t give him a choice. When the Handler finds out about Klaus’ magic, she sends Hazel and Cha-Cha to kidnap him, and they malnourish him so badly he dies in Diego’s arms, using the last of his strength to finally tell Diego he loves him. Not about to let the love of his life die, Diego calls on every last bit of magic he had to bring Klaus back with a kiss, the two of them laughing and crying in each other’s arms in a glowing oceanic cave. (Because, let’s be honest, that’s what good lovers do.) Klaus worries about Eudora’s reaction, but when Klaus is crowned queen, she smiles and bows to him with a wink, and he breaks down in tears, feeling lighter than he ever has before.

Five is a rogue, though he was once the fiercest warrior of both Reginald and the Handler’s nations. He travels alone, looking for the next place to score; he survives off gambling and thieving, both of which he’s extraordinarily gifted at, and he always makes it back home to Dolores at the end of the day. (Her home is sacred, a secret. He protects it with his life, and always will.) He’s killed a lot of people, not even always in self-defense; he can’t even decide if he hates himself for it. All he knows is that he’s the most dangerous person he’s ever met and he’s alright with that. And that’s just on his skills with his weapons and hands alone; he doesn’t learn until later that he’s inherited his mother’s magic. Oh, right. His mother. Here’s what you need to know: Klaus is considered an easy whore by most of the nobles that come rolling through during diplomatic meetings and negotiations. He doesn’t know which one of the bastards did it, but Klaus has a baby nine months after a collection of them, his magic so strong it disobeys the laws of nature. He wants to keep his baby daughter, because of course he does, but he gives up Aidy when she’s three, unable to take care of her. Five only retains foggy memories of his mother, but he never resents him, taking the name Aidan once he figures out who he is. Five loves his mother more than anyone else in the world, and that’s okay - Klaus loves him right back. Five is passing through town when Eudora’s kingdom falls, and crashes her wedding to Diego just to see his mother. As the Drunn invade and people scream and scatter, Klaus slams into Five and at a moment’s glance recognizes him, dragging him to safety. Breathing heavily, safe in the forest, Klaus embraces him, asking after him and learning and respecting his true name. Diego finds them not a few hours later, and Five can tell immediately that he and Klaus are in love with each other. But he doesn’t say anything, and the three of them travel together, searching for Eudora and other survivors in the aftermath of that dark day. Five hones his magic under Klaus, learning eventually that the fact that he’s trans has only enhanced his abilities, allowing him to speak to dragons, a previously unheard of power. He is regal, commanding, powerful, and eventually everybody knows it, all bowing to him as their new king. He’s terrified, only taking the throne because Lila asks it of him, but as he ascends the stairs, Klaus smiles at him. Five, he dubs him, and so he is born: Five, king of nations. Five, bringer of dragons. Five, savior of worlds.

Ben is Klaus’ childhood friend and soulmate, his partner in all things. While Klaus’ magic was focused on his ability to talk to the ancestors, Ben’s own surrounded healing and memories. (After he died, he tried to help Klaus with his magic, but it had become faulty in death and Ben was terrified of worsening Klaus’ already weak state.) They were homeless wanderers, believing their parents taken by the Drunn, but Grace found them and took them into her home in Eudora’s kingdom, introducing them to Diego at an early age. Ben watched Klaus fall in love with him, knowing it could only mean pain for them both. Ben is the only one who knows that Diego is Five’s father, because both he and Klaus were blackout drunk when it happened and neither remember it, and Ben doesn’t know whether it would harm more not to tell or to. Knowing Klaus has regretted giving up his child ever since he did, Ben travels across the land while Klaus sleeps, watching over Five in his forgotten mother’s name. When Five asks Klaus to be his queen, wanting his mother by his side as he rules, Ben is there at Klaus’ side, whispering encouragement in his ear. Eventually, the gods give Ben a new form as a dragon so he can be with Klaus again, as a gift for his bravery, kindness, and sacrifice. Bottom line is, Ben loves Klaus to the ends of the earth, and will do anything in the world if it means keeping him safe. (But you already knew that.)

Vanya was a child of a royal family, one with five adopted siblings she adored. She had beautiful, powerful magic, but when it was forced from her by an evil sorcerer named Leonard, the resulting blast laid waste to her land and people, her family scattered and her own name forgotten. They were children, just children when it happened; they could never have saved her. But they tried - oh, how they tried. Klaus and Ben tried to help her in the chaos; Ben died in the struggle and Klaus ran. Luther tried to contain her; she nearly killed him. Diego tried to incapacitate her; she knocked his head so hard all his memories were lost. Allison tried to talk her down; Vanya slit her throat. When it comes down to it, Five saves her. He recognizes her eyes from the portraits of her everywhere, from her tragedy; he brings her back, with a gentle voice and kind hands. (It is this act, truly, that earns him his place as king.) Afterwards, she stays with the healer Sissy to recover and falls in love with her; she learns healing from her and travels with Allison when she begins to cross nations in the name of diplomacy. (There are many assassination attempts.) She is once again a beloved member of the royal family, quietly happy in the way she always was as a child, before tragedy befell her. Her legend is known across the land: Vanya is the Drunn.

Reginald is the leader of his nation, and an evil, selfish dick. He’s not even shy about it. He believes in war profiteering, choosing to fuel the war between the nations rather than forge peace under any common rule, even his own, because the money kept pouring in and the violence suited him. He wears dragon skins as a sign of his disrespect for them; his nation is the only one who doesn’t worship dragons. Anyone there who dares to try is executed without a trial. He used to have a wife, Grace, but she left six years ago with their seven children to build her own kingdom; he’s still angry about it. (No matter. That kingdom is gone now. Buried in dusty ruins by the Drunn.) One of those children was returned to him in the form of Five, who Reginald recognized as a child of his children, though he was never sure which. Reginald trained him into a killer, but wouldn’t let him practice his magic, which drove Five to resentment and disobedience. He disappeared at thirteen and reappeared in the Handler’s nation as her own pet for a few months before disappearing again for good. Reginald hates the Handler for stealing who he believed was his best chance at taking over all of the nations one day, uniting them under his own totalitarian rule. In the end, he is killed by the Handler in her quest for power, and his kingdom shakes down to its bones with relief. (Before the true terror of their new ruler sets in, that is.)

Grace was the only dragon who escaped the initial massacre when the Drunn first came. She’s the most powerful of them all, their queen; she’s the Great Roaring Almighty Caretaker, her Excellency. She’s Grace. When the dragons died, she disguised herself as a human and hid behind Reginald’s cruel hand, acting as his concubine for years before becoming his wife. With him she adopted six children, but escaped with them when she saw how he abused them. She built her own kingdom from the ground up, most of it with her own magic, as she was born a demigod from a goddess and a gentle human warrior. Grace herself is a fierce warrior, but pretends otherwise as a defense mechanism. She’s the only person in the world Reginald is scared of (and for good reason). After her kingdom fell to the Drunn, she took Diego far, far away, the only one of her children she could find in the wreckage, and ran off to Eudora’s kingdom as a refugee. When she found Klaus and Ben, she was overjoyed, and happier still to hear that Allison and Luther had made it out. Time would only tell where Vanya was, she told herself, clutching her dragon pendant to her chest. When Grace can finally return to her true form as a dragon, after the war’s end, she bows to Diego, looking up into his eyes, and he breaks into tears, dropping to his knees before her in respect. She wraps her wings around him, smiles, and tells him, It will all be alright, my love. It’s all over now.

Pogo was an advisor and wiseman of Reginald’s kingdom, before his death at Reginald’s hand upon the king finding out that Pogo helped Five escape his clutches. Pogo considered it a debt to Grace - she had been a good friend of his before her mysterious departure, and he recognized her grandchild the moment he saw him. What value Pogo has, however, lies in his uncommon belief that the prophecy proclaiming the five nations reunited under a common rule has seven chosen ones rather than one. Something one should always keep in mind when speaking to Pogo: he’s very rarely wrong.

The Handler is the queen of her own nation, and the only one who remembers what it was like before the Drunn invaded. She’s vicious - a real bitch. She took Five in and manipulated him, then tortured Lila when she wouldn’t tell her where he was. (She knows, the Handler knows she does. She has to. The way she looked at that boy… ugh. The Handler’s never seen anything so sickening.) She’s still looking for him - the little shit took her piece of the gem when he disappeared, and fuck you, she needs that. She does deals with Reginald, preferring war to peace much the same as him (still has no problem killing him though); Hazel is her healer, not that she needs him (plus he’s a whiny little pig who falls for whores on the other side, so); and Cha-Cha is her fiercest warrior, following her without question (oh how lovely, what a nice change of pace). Most of all, though, she wants to fell all dragons - she had one once. Grace. Bitch ran from her like a fucking coward, and the Handler just won’t stand for that - dragons are meant to be ruled, and the Handler is the greatest ruler there’s ever been. (She believes it.)

Agnes is a healer of Eudora’s nation. She takes care of the dragons once they return, and often cares for Five, before he’s reunited with his parents. She also likes to sneak out to see Hazel, even though she knows she shouldn’t - what? He’s cute!

Sissy is a healer of Ray’s nation, and has been since he gave her refuge after rescuing her from Carl, a travelling merchant who had kidnapped her for his own pleasure. She has a son from him, one she loves despite hating his father beyond belief, and he lives with her in her small cottage towards the edge of the forest. When she falls in love with Vanya, Sissy thinks maybe she’s finally found a happy ending for both her and Harlan - lucky for her, this time, she’s right.

Ray is the leader of his nation, and a master of healing magic. He’s a wiseman and a warrior, but believes in peace above all else. (Real T’Challa vibes here. Rest in peace, King.) He’s not a traditional heir, his path to the throne odd and intriguing - essentially, he had been an advisor to the last king and upon the king’s death, he had chosen Ray to rule his kingdom over any of his children, all of whom fled in fury. Many of them have tried to assassinate him through the years, both by themselves and with paid mercenaries. So he trained hard and became a brilliant fighter, once defeating fifty people at once without seriously harming a single one. It was this act that won him Allison’s respect, but it was his kindness towards Luther (Ray treated him like a normal human being), Klaus (Ray is one of the only people who knows the true extent of Klaus’ power), and all of Allison’s other family members that won him her love. Their marriage helps tie together the nations when they are reunited under Five’s common rule, and afterwards, Ray spends most of his days in the garden of the fallen dragons, making peace with them and learning to trust their ways. He becomes somewhat of a priest for them, respecting him above all other humans, and Ray lives out the rest of his days as a beloved leader. Even if he’s not truly King anymore, he’s still, and will always be, their king at heart.

Dave was a warrior of Ray’s nation who came to stay at Eudora’s palace for a few weeks on a diplomatic mission. He and Klaus fell in love, spending nearly all their free time together, something that shocked everyone in Eudora’s household. Klaus had even disclosed to Eudora that Dave had proposed to him and that Klaus would be leaving with him when he travelled back to Ray’s nation. Unfortunately, their time together was cut short: the last night of the mission, there was an assassination attempt. The arrow was meant for Eudora, but Diego stepped in front of her. Klaus, still in love with Diego because it was as much a part of him as breathing was by that point, leaped in front of Diego, desperate to save him. He closed his eyes, bracing for an impact that never came - instead, the arrow pierced Dave’s chest, who had stepped in front of Klaus without a moment’s hesitation. He died in Klaus’ arms, and Klaus was devastated, locking himself away in his rooms for weeks and only allowing Diego inside. Ever since then, Diego has believed Klaus to be somebody brave - Klaus doesn’t know how to tell him that he’d never have taken that arrow for anybody else. (Save Five, but. That wasn’t an option anymore.) Sometimes Klaus still dreams of Dave, in the summer. He speaks with him in his sleep, telling him of all the wonders he wishes he could’ve seen, and he’s sad - but then he wakes up in Diego’s arms, and everything’s alright.

Dolores was the first victim of the Drunn, living near the secluded garden of the fallen dragons. Five found her early in his wandering days, and made his home with her, sleeping at her feet every night. When the Drunn are defeated, she returns to her true human form, and Five goes back to visit her. She has no idea who he is, having been frozen for their entire relationship, but they get on well, and after that single conversation between two real people, he leaves her behind and never looks back. He thinks he’s stronger for it, but can’t be sure. She is still so much a part of him. (Klaus still checks in to make sure she’s okay, knowing Five will never do it himself. It’s quite sweet, really. Bittersweet.)

Leonard is a dark sorcerer. He was cast out of his nation long ago, and now makes deals with lonely wanderers running from the Drunn. The Handler tried to employ his services once, but he insinuated inappropriate things about the two of them and she now considers him deplorable and unredeemable. He lives a lonely, miserable life, and is eventually killed by his greatest creation - the Drunn. Vanya. Bitch. (Hey now -)

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Junkenstein's Legend

It isnt a secret that I like Overwatch. It isnt a secret that my favourite event is the Halloween event of Junkensteins revenge. It also isnt a secret that I get hyperfixated onto uncommon things or parts of things. So today, presented by my hyperfixating grey brainmatter, I bring you:

The Full Tale of Junkensteins Revenge

Or, you know, the The Full Tale of Junkensteins Revenge as Theorized by Pastelli During Sleepless Nights. Anyway, we shall start at the beginning!

(Everything in this story is theorized upon the tidbits of canon information from the game, the comics and details of skins, sprays and maps. You are entitled to disagree with my theorization and I will gladly take on any opposing theories if they are given to me with a constructive and positive vibe. I will also gladly have a chat with anyone who is interested in the subject or has ideas I hadnt considered. That being said, Enjoy!)

Chapter 1: The sad beginnings of a mad doctor and his first step onto the battlefield.

Doctor Jamison Junkenstein was a young lad who worked for the local Lord Reinhardt in a town of Adlersbrunn located in the outskirts of Black Forest. He was a brilliant mechanic, engineer and had no fear of working with electricity, hence he had gotten the job in the first place. While his social skills were limited and his fame in the town stained, he was a hard worker and a genius in his own field. At some point during his career, he got bored of the same old electricity and piping, and began to experiment in robotics. His first one was a crude little thing but he was proud of it, so he decided to continue on this path. He began to dream of building live automatons, creatures that could think and feel for themselves. Perhaps it was the fact that he yearned for someone to befriend whilst the townspeople mistreated and disrespected him for his oddities, or perhaps it was his pride towards his own intelligence. However it may be, he started spending more time upon making the automatons, "omnics" as he called them or "Zomnics" as they were later called by the townspeople for their ghastly slow movements. Lord Reinhardt was displeased by him giving his time to such silly things, even more so when Junkenstein came to his door to show them. Every time he made adjustments and showed them to the Lord, he waved the "useless trinkets" away, and everytime his already feeble fame deteriorated in peoples rumours. Madman, lunatic and fool were quickly becoming synonyms for his name. This only spurred him on in his quest to prove them wrong. The metal husks laying in his laboratory soon turned to dug up corpses, the wires he used to put inside turned to stitches on the flesh and what he couldnt understand in anatomy he changed into machinery. Soon he had a body, half organic half inorganic, and all he needed was to make it come alive. Bloodpumping didnt work. Watershocks didnt work. Exchanging the heart into a running motor didnt work. Atlast he tried using electricity to bring his creation to life, unsuccessfully. Junkenstein was exhausted, abused and even his trust in his skills had failed him. He was on the brink of quitting and burying that stupid project, until...

Witch of the Wilds appeared!

The Witch of the Wilds was a well known individual, feared by all near and far for her magic. It was rumoured she could turn coal into gold, make waterfalls run upwards and burn a castle with the flick of her wrist. She was also known from her coming to people at their darkest hour and offering a solution... for a price. And thats exactly what she offered Junkenstein, a solution to his problems; the spark of life. She only asked for a favor, one she would come collect in a nearby future and one that he couldnt refuse. He accepted. He had nothing to lose. Applying the spark of life onto his machine, he started the creatures heart and mind. There were a lot of things that went through its mind when it woke, curiosity and giddiness, but most importantly: Panic. In a furious frenzy it tore itself from its bindings and ran out, into the streets of Adlersbrunn. The townspeople, upon seeing the monster, immediately screamed, cried, yelled, attacked and fled. The monster had no sympathy for people so cruel as the baker who hit it or the children kicking its shins, so he let out his rage onto the masses. It was carnage.

Junkenstein was happy. He had succeeded! His monster was doing exactly what he wanted; avenging the years of societal neglect and bullying Junkenstein had gone through. Yet he had no control over the monster, and no idea how to get it to the Lords doorstep. A couple of hours of manipulating the routes and trying to get the monster where he wanted, he finally got to the door.... Only to find that while he was busy, so was the Lord. He had hired a few wanderers to protect him when he had heard of the happenings in the town. An old soldier searching for a fight, an alchemist practizing her talent, an archer running from the past and a gunslinger hunting for easy money. Only four they were against the doctor, his monster and his minions, and against the Witch of the Wilds and her fearsome ally; a cursed pumpkinheaded man by the name of Reaper. And only four they were who beat him, leaving his corpse battered onto the rocktiles of the yard. His monster was perished, the Witch had fled and the Reaper had gone with her. The wanderers went inside to claim their prize.

Chapter 2: How to tame a monster and revive a doctor.

As the wanderers left the scene, Witch of the Wilds saw her chance to do her work. She quickly used the spark of life to revive Junkenstein, giving his bruised flesh some tidying up whilst doing it, and watched as he sat up. Safe to say, he was pissed to have lost. He wanted to charge right back into fight, but was stopped by the Witch. She managed to make him change his mind, to wait for a year and build his army before trying again, and give her some time to get allies. Gathering what he could of the broken zomnics, Junkenstein found the corpse of his monster and decided to take it back to his lab for revival. He wasnt sure if the creature would run out again or stay, but he wanted to still show the town that he could make something living. This time, when rising from the cold metal table, the monster sat still and stared at Junkenstein. During the fight it had noted that the doctor didnt attack him, even defending him from the attacking gunslinger. It decided to stay near him, for no other reason than that it trusted him. Junkenstein was thrilled to have a friend, even if it did smell of decay a bit.

11 months went by in peace. The town healed, forgot about the incident and, assuming that the wrecked corpse of a homeless man was Junkensteins, buried the past with it. Meanwhile the doctor had other things to think about. He had built an army of zomnics, had tamed the monster and befriended it, had taught it to speak a little and had served the Witch on a few occasions. On some days he still liked to venture into town to see how life was going there. At one point he had almost forgiven the town, before he had come to learn of a new game for the children based after the mocking of his person. Thats when his short temper blew into pieces and he jumped to make an announcement in the middle of the town. He raged, mocked, spat at the townspeople, before revealing his identity and announcing that all of them would perish under his boot. Seeing a dead man back from the grave gave quite a scare to the town, making them panickedly run to the local Lords. They decided that a meeting was to be held to consider this new threat. Some voted to kill Junkenstein again, yet it was deemed to be an ineffective solution due to him coming back the last time. Some voted to trap him and enslave him for the rest of his days, but it was a futile idea for someone like him to be trapped. He would just squirm his way out like the vermin he was. It was decided that Adlersbrunn was to be evacuated. All people were to be gathered into Lord Reinhardts castle, to have few protectors stay behind until they could safely escape. Lord Reinhardt sent word to three people in order to get protection for this event. A Countess from a family of Hunters that had shut herself from the world. An old friend of the Lord who traveled the world, hunting dragons. And a Monk with his Apprentice, answering to a higher calling than human.

Meanwhile the Witch of the Wilds was gathering her allies, having gotten an interesting offer from a dragon in the Black Forest. The dragon offered to lend one of their servants the powers of a dragon and give that servant into the Witches hands for the battle. The Witch was intrigued but suspicious, so she asked what the dragon wanted in return. Nothing. It wanted the greater good and it knew that the Witch wanted that too. Adlersbrunn was filled with people and people were filled with fears of the unknown. The Black Forest was filled with the unknown, and therefore they were hunted. Silver bullet battles, witch burnings and burials of the undead had plagued the creatures of the forest for long enough, and it was time for the people to leave them alone. If not by peace, then by force. Junkenstein was a great tool for the Witches cause, but she still needed more power, therefore she agreed to take the servant of the dragon onto the battlefield as her ally.

Chapter 3: Junkensteins Revenge 2, Electric Boogaloo

The fight happens almost the same as last, but this time the tables have turned. The wanderers struggle to keep up with the Summoners dragonfire blasts, the bombs lobbed by Junkenstein and the gunfire from Reapers guns. While they dont win the fight, they manage to hold them off just enough time for the townspeople to flee far away from Junkensteins grasp. Instead of a petrified Lord, Junkenstein is greeted by an empty castle. At first he seems gleeful, running to hop on the throne. Once he sits down and looks around, he bursts into tears. After all these years of pain, he doesnt even get his revenge. He doesnt get to have his victory even at his brightest moment. The monster tries to comfort its creator, succeeding just to quiet him enough for the Witch to speak. Its time for the favor he owes her.

Before, she wanted him to leave the town as well, but seeing how he was alone already she wanted something else. She wanted him to be a guardian for the black forest. No town would ever become of Adlersbrunn ever again and no one would step a foot into Black forest while the doctor was alive, to ensure that the creatures could live in peace.

He accepted, as he was to do, and remained the only human left.

Chapter 4: The time that we dont speak too much about because honestly nothing happens

Some hundred years passed in quiet. Adlersbrunn collapsed and became ruins of what it once was. Junkenstein guarded the forest and helped the creatures inside it, at one point building a bride for his monster. (Nothing too much is said about what happened to her or where she went) The monster learned and lived, helping Junkenstein with his work. Due to both of them having been revived with the spark of life, they had become immortal. (Unless killed) Witch of the Wilds passed peacefully after a long life. Reaper found his head and his curse was lifted. Life was good.

Chapter 5: Junkenstein of Eichenwalde

One day Junkenstein realizes that where Adlersbrunn once was, is now something new. People have come and started building a town, so he disguises himself and goes to investigate. These people have migrated here from the north, calling this place Eichenwalde, and seem to be very nice. They offer him food and water, the kids want to play with him and the grown ups tell stories of the North to him. He doesnt see an issue with them coming here to stay, since they seem nice and the forest has few creatures left to protect. When a little girl tries to run into the woods, Junkenstein holds her back and tells her not to go. Intrigued, the little girl asks why. The doctor starts telling about monsters and creatures to scare the kids, but they are more interested in hearing his ghost stories, so he obliges to tell them one. He tells about a mad scientist who created a monster and how the monster now lurks in the woods. The kids are excited and the adults think of it as a great legend. It becomes a habit for Junkenstein to come into the town to tell ghost stories to kids. One day, when its Halloween, he notices a difference. The town has changed their style into old fashioned clothes, their mechanical cars to wooden carriage and posters of a fake Mad scientist and a Monster litter the walls. The kids are playing as the characters from his stories and running around with mouths filled with candy. The legend has come into a tradition of a reenactment.

One day, a man arrives into the town, and raises some questions in Junkenstein. The man looks like the Lord. Speaks like the Lord. Walks like the Lord. Has the same mannerisms as the Lord. He even introduces himself as Reinhardt to the disguised Junkenstein. The Lord escaped. It would make sense for him to have started again somewhere else. This could be his descendant, without knowledge of the legend. Who would want such an odd story to be passed down to their descendants? Who would even believe it? Junkenstein keeps an eye on the man and, even when he leaves, the monster follows him for a while. It doesnt seem like he is a threat of any kind. The life goes on in Eichenwalde, with Junkenstein telling stories and living his life with the monster. Every year his story is celebrated in front of him, without any idea that it is truer than any other tale told.

The End.

It took me 3 hours to write this down and I know it starts showing at the end. Also, there are still some mysteries in the story that have absolutely no canon to even start theorizing from. (Aka The Sombra Situation. Theres literally only one spray and a skin where she is linked in any way.)

Also, some very fun theories that I didnt know how to incorporate into the story are:

McCree gets bitten by a werewolf after the first fight

The first fight is the original Junkensteins revenge-gamemode. The second fight is the Endless gamemode.

Canonically the countess killed the Monks master, and I like to think its because of this they lost. They couldnt trust eachother.

When Summoner is close by the air gets heated.(Almost Canon. It is implied in voicelines)

Junkenstein is implied to be so chatty that he keeps talking/laughing during the fight

The Countess is from a family of Vampire hunters, who was bitten by a vampire and was ashamed. The reason she joins the battle is to honor her familys name and hunt for one last time.

It took me 3 separate days to research the canon elements, put them onto a paper and theorize around them and now I finally got this written down in here.

If you are interested in the notes I have, here you can read them: (Mostly in english, but might have some finnish words in there)

Now go my children! Hyperfixate onto this and share my pain!

(Also I would appreciate that if you take this theory and post it somewhere else, that you would credit me and tell your friends I said Hi!)

[misskittyspuffy]

10 of my favourite fictional women for women’s history month

I was tagged by @travllingbunny​, thank you!! :D 

1) Buffy Summers (Buffyverse)

2) Faith Lehane (Buffyverse)

3) Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)

4) Cordelia Chase (Buffyverse)

5) Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games)

6) Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

7) Mulan

8) Claire Fisher (Six Feet Under)

9) Eileen Leahy (Supernatural)

10) Krissy Chambers (Supernatural)

Special mentions: Dawn Summers (BtVS), Winifred Burkle (Angel), Hermione Granger (Harry Potter), Donna Hanscum (Supernatural), Claire Novak (Supernatural), Lily Aldrin (How I Met Your Mother), Cathy Jamison (The Big C), Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones).

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[fantasticstoryteller]

Kingdoms ch 32

Later that night Peter and Wade were alone in their room, Wade gently massaging Peter’s shoulders. “Pete,” he said with perfect seriousness, “you can’t attack everyone that’s ever hurt me. It’s too big a list.”

Peter reached up, grabbed one of Wade’s hands, and kissed the palms. “I don’t like to think of you getting hurt,” he said to his mate.

Wade sat on the bed and pulled Peter into his lap, gently rubbing the omega’s back. “I know,” he said gently. He kissed Peter’s forehead and Peter melted into the embrace. “I know. I don’t like to think of you getting hurt either,” he said softly into Peter’s hair. “But you have to understand, in the job I used to do—I got hurt. I hurt other people. It’s in the past now.”

Peter leaned his head against Wade’s shoulder and gave a small hum. “I still don’t like it.”

“I don’t like the thought of you getting hurt either,” Wade said. He took his hand and gently ran it over one of Peter’s cheeks. “But you know—we’ll be going to war soon. Danger will happen. I might not—I might not come back.”

Peter reached up and gently ran his hand over the bottom of Wade’s jaw. “I’d find you,” he said. “Wherever you go, I’ll follow. I’ll find you and bring you back home.”

Wade hugged Peter tight as the omega leaned into his torso and closed his eyes. and the two of them sat there, on the bed, enjoying the comfort of the other’s company. At least until there was a frantic pounding on the door. “High Priest Parker!” called the young voice on the other side of it. “Acolyte Wade! You’re both needed!”

Peter opened one eye and gave a low growl. Wade chuckled and kissed him. “I know,” he said, “but they wouldn't interrupt if it wasn’t important.”

“If it isn’t,” Peter said grimly as he got up, “it will be.”

Harry met the two of them in the hallway standing behind a wide-eyed acolyte. He was holding his own sword, and two of the thin, curved blades that Wade liked to carry. He handed Wade the two thin swords. “We’re being attacked,” Harry said grimly.

“Again?!” demanded Peter irritably.

“Again,” affirmed the armed general as he led the way through the halls.

“What do you mean, ‘again’?” asked Wade as he strapped the sheaths of the swords over his back. The robes he was wearing weren’t ideal for a fight, but he’d had to do more with less before.

“Every so often one of the nobles will decide that MJ has lost the divine right to be queen,” Harry explained.

“They’re idiots,” snarled Peter. Wade sensed his bad mood wasn’t just because they’d been interrupted mid-cuddle. “The goddess chose Mary Jane out of five candidates for the throne. If she’d lost the divine right to rule, the goddess would make sure we knew it.”

Wade had never guessed there was so much inner turmoil in Arachne. “Who’s leading the charge?” he asked Harry.

The armored alpha grimaced. “Nobleman Jamison.”

Wade frowned. The name sounded familiar. “Wasn’t he here yesterday?” he asked as they strode into the open courtyard, sounds of battle coming closer. Wade felt his blood began to pump hard as he listened for the onward continuing fight. The only thing stopping him from pulling the swords was Peter’s presence. If he pulled them now, the omega would get injured.

“He was,” Peter said grimly. “Disputing a beta’s right to pass his belongings to another beta.”

Most would agree with the nobleman—but not Peter. Peter was one of those rare individuals who truly believed that all humans were created equal, and used his position within the church to enforce that view onto the general populace. Most people appreciated it. Some took it as a personal affront.

When they reached the castle walls Peter leaped up and over them in one easy bound as Wade stared, jaw dropped at the sight of his little omega flying over the high wall. “I hope he’ll go easy on them this time,” muttered Harry as the two alphas continued walking towards the wall.

This time? “What happened last time?” asked Wade. That insane jumping ability must be one of the blessings that Peter had been gifted with.

“He used one of his blessings to pin the attackers to the outside of the castle wall,” Harry said. “He told them it was until they repented. While the attackers were webbed to the wall he, the priests, and the acolytes of the temple made several trips around the outside of the walls daily making sure the pinned had water and food. Bare rations, of course, but nothing they’d starve on.”

Wade grinned. He had no doubt that Peter had done just that, and preached at the invaders as they were hopelessly bound. Given such a humiliating display, Wade was a little surprised that anyone would dare to attack the castle again.

The grin faded as something occurred to him. “And the swords are for—?” he asked.

Harry grimaced. “Sometimes,” he growled as they neared the sounds of the fighting, “Peter doesn’t watch his back.”

Peter.

Peter could be in danger. Without another conscious thought, Wade leaped onto the wall. Unlike Peter, he wasn’t strong enough to leap over the thing in one bound, but he could swarm over the side—which he did. He raced across the soldier’s path on the top and surveyed the battlefield below him before drawing his swords and leaping down—to cut down the man creeping up behind Peter.

Peter was fighting bravely—but he was unarmed. He was quick, ducking in and under swords to hit the people wielding them. He was powerful, often knocking out his opponents with a single move. He was cocking his wrists to shoot some kind of thick, gooey substance at his opponents who got tangled up in it.

He was also the focus of the battlefield, and there were many of the enemy converging on him. They came up behind the priest—only to find themselves getting killed by the twin blades that Wade was wielding. Unlike Peter, Wade did not waste effort trying to keep his opponents alive. They were on a battlefield, and it was the duty of those on it to be prepared to die—especially if they were targeting his mate.

Soon the battle ended leaving bound living bodies and bloody corpses decorating the field in front of the castle. The few remaining soldiers followed their leader in a strategic retreat, and the only good thing Wade could say came of the battle was that there were no rider spiders, or spiders of any kind, in it. He’d developed quite the soft spot for those creatures.

After the battle the gates of the castle opened and reinforcements arrived to gather the dead for rights and to help Peter stick the living bound soldiers to the outside of the castle wall. Seemed the High Priest had a little bit of a theme for those who dared to disrupt the order of his home.

“Please, have mercy,” begged one of the soldiers that Wade picked up and firmly placed against the wall. To his surprise and delight, the webbing stuck without any more effort from him.

Wade grinned at the captive. “We are,” he said sweetly. “Why, my Peter is going through all this effort to give you a chance to repent your sins,” he added cheerfully. “So you’re just going to hang there, working on repenting, as you get fed and watered and prayed to. Don’t worry, this isn’t the first time this has happened, so I feel almost certain that no one will even wrinkle their little noses when you end up in your own filth.”

“Great Merciful Goddess,” swore the prisoner.

Wade pat him on the shoulder. “See?” he said brightly. “You’re already praying! You’ll be down in no time, three days, a week tops!” He turned and walked away from the stuck soldier as he scanned the bodies on the ground to see which ones were still alive.

“You are an evil entity,” Harry said dryly.

Wade shot the other alpha a glare. “They interrupted cuddle time,” he grumbled.

[funkymeihem-fiction]

King Jamison

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Beyond the thick metal doors that had once protected the heart of the ruined omnium, Mei could hear the din of the crowd. Junkers, many many junkers, had all crowded into what had once been the arena, chanting and shouting as they waited for the spectacle to come. Ordinarily, it would have been gladiator matches, mecha-battles, or the gruesome spectacles of omnic executions. The arena was where they always gathered, to bay for blood and oil and death— violent celebrations in a violent land.

Not today. Today was the day they crowned their new King. And that King was already late to his own coronation.

Hurrying down a nearby hallway, she lifted a fist to bang on another door. “Jamison! Jamie, you were supposed to be ready ten minutes ago! I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep them waiting!”

His reply was muffled within. “Ah, yeah! Just getting this…thing! On! Ow!” There was a faint crash and rattle. “Okay, almost ready!”

She pressed one ear to the door, squinting suspiciously. “What was that? What are you putting on in there? We already got you that suit to wear to your—”

“Heh! Did you actually thing I was gonna wear that thing? No proper junker wears suits, much less their King! I’d be pelted with shit before I got a word out. No, these are special occasions. And that calls for…special accoutrements! Voila!” 

The door abruptly hissed open while she was still leaning on it, and Mei stumbled and nearly crashed face-first into him. One long arm reflexively launched out and caught her, yanking her upright and putting her back on her feet. She only stood there, eyes wide and not even seeming to notice her near-accident. She stared for a long while, before sputtering and gesturing up and down him with both hands in clear disbelief, starting to laugh.

“Jamie! What on earth are you wearing?”

Junkrat was clad in a very gaudy array of stolen relics, gold, jewelry, pearls, and all manner of riches, strung out over an outfit that was literally printed with gold-threaded dollar signs. His peg leg had been replaced with a royal scepter, and an extremely enormous and extremely silly crown was set at a jaunty angle atop his head.

“It’s called royal attire, Mei,” he said proudly, opening both arms wide. “Look at this, I’m practically jingling with bling. Blingling! Feast your eyes!”

“I can’t feast my eyes. I can’t even look directly at you, I’d go blind.” She pushed her glasses up and covered her eyes with both hands, clamping them over her face as he grabbed onto her and started trying to pry them off. “Nooooo!”

“Yeah!” He continued pulling at her fingers, snickering wildly. “Mei! Lookit me! C’mon, you love it! You’re gonna—”

A harsh static noise emanated from Rat’s belt. His communicator crackled to life, and Roadhog’s thrumming baritone offered them a warning. “You’re late. We’re breaking up fights already out here.”

Junkrat cursed and fumbled, snatching it up to his mouth. “Got it! Tell ‘em the King is about to make his grand appearance! Mei, help me tie the thingy!” He swept a ridiculous fur-lined red velvet cape around his narrow shoulders, leaning down so she could tie it for him, slicking down what remained of his hair and adjusting his oversized crown. “Ready! Roadie, we’re on our way!”

Mei leaned up to place a very quick kiss to the tip of his nose before ushering him forward, headed down the hallway towards the arena. “Are you sure we’re ready for all this? I still don’t really know all that much about junker culture but… I’ve got some plans I’ve been working on. We could introduce specialized agriculture, repair the environment, get better medical supply lines… With that mean Queen gone, do you really think we can help Junkertown?”

“Well she’s gone for good. And since I’m the one what took her down, that means I’m in charge! King Jamison Fawkes, his true and royal highness of Junkertown! All will finally bow down! And ya know what, anyone who ever made fun of me in this town? Executions! Executions left and right!”

“Okay, Mr. Maniacal Dictator, that is not at all what I had in mind. We only stepped in so we could help the junkers. Until Junkertown’s government is figured out and the Queen’s underlings are dealt with and things get more organized… that does make you the active representative. I’m not sure if it’s really classified as proper ‘royalty’ but—”

“Ugh, you’re making it sound all suit-like. You gotta remember who you’re talking about here. I’m the one who got rid of the Queen, so I’m in charge. That’s junker law, so just say it with me. King! King Jamison Fawkes, don’t it sound lovely? And since I’m the King…I’ve already got a few decrees in mind.” He stopped short before the door, listening to the chanting on the other side. His face split into a grin, teeth glinting with gold veneers, eyes gleaming with that wild look that always made Mei nervous. “Yeah. Got a few idears already.”

“Jamie—” she began, but it was too late.

The doors rushed open, and he lifted both arms and swept forward, cape fluttering behind him. The crowd roared at his appearance, an echoing din of howling bloodthirst from the desert’s most dangerous people. Some chanted his name and welcomed him, others screamed in sheer enthusiasm for whatever the hell was going on, and still others booed and sneered while under the watchful eye of Junkertown’s enforcers…which included the massive pig-masked man who loomed menacingly near the throne as Junkrat took up his place in front of it.

Mei remained hidden within the little hallway, only occasionally peeking out as she listened. His screeching tone wailed over the tinny microphone, his speech broadcast throughout the arena and throughout all the rest of town where they had crowded to listen. And Mei didn’t…really understand all of it? It was extremely fast-paced and littered with Australian slang and junker vernacular, with no small amount of curse words and not-so-subtle threats about his new rule, all screamed into the mic as he paced back and forth with his cape trailing behind him.

The Queen was gone, overthrown and removed from power. A new power had taken over, and his strength had outdone hers. And it would outdo theirs if they tried anything. This desert was theirs by rights, and he’d be acting Overseer for the entirety of inland Australia. Junkrat was calling the shots now and— That guy! That one with the suspicious look! Seize him! — No bones about it, Junkrat was the new power in Junkertown and he wasn’t to be tested.

To anyone else it would have sounded demented, positively tyrannical… but Mei only listened as the junkers’ cheers grew louder than ever. She knew that they respected strength and strength alone, but she had hadn’t really known how they might react to their former leader being deposed. They seemed to take to this new line of royalty with few questions asked. So far Junkrat was openly confident about being in charge…and to them, that simply meant he must have been in charge? What a strange—

“And as your new King…” he was saying into the mic, suddenly turning back to face her hallway with that too-wide grin. “Well, a King’s gotta have a Queen.”

Mei’s expression went slack, staring back at him. Oh no.

He outstretched his metal hand towards her, the spotlight shining down upon him. “Sorry to break your hearts out there, ladies, but I have just the right Queen in mind already. A proper Queen! C’mere, show ‘em your beautiful face, darl!”

Oh no.

Roadhog was suddenly at her side, motioning her towards the spotlight. Shooting him an absolutely terrified look, Mei took his arm and crept very cautiously forward, until they had joined Junkrat out on the floor. Her hand was shaking as she lifted it upward, but Rat seized upon her fingers and lifted it with his, urging her up against his side and almost enveloping her entire body in that stupid King cape of his. Grinning violently at his onlookers, Junkrat squeezed her covetously and planted a kiss on her hair, shrieking into the mic again.

“And you’re all gonna give her the respect she deserves, or else! So! I’m gonna just…crown her here…” He produced a crown, much smaller than his and far less gaudy, and gingerly went to place it atop the shellshocked girl’s head. “There we are! All hail, Queen Mei the Merciless! Give us a few words, Queen Mei!”

She had apparently just been literally crowned, reaching up dumbly and feeling the alien touch of cold jewel-studded metal under her fingertips. She found the microphone thrust up towards her face, the spotlight blinding her, surrounded by junkers on every side. She swallowed hard and leaned forward under his arm, clearing her throat.

“Um, hi?” She said, just as the ancient microphone screamed with feedback and the junkers in the audience began snickering. She winced, glancing up to Junkrat as he nudged her gently, nodding to the mic. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I-I’m really looking forward to um, working with everybody? I’ve got some plans that I think will set us all off on the right path, for a brighter future. I think with teamwork, we can do anything. And we can do this together. J-just remember, our world is worth fighting for!”

The junkers stared at her blankly. Out in the audience, somebody coughed loudly.

“Roight! Thank you, Mei the Merciless!” Junkrat snatched the mic away and squeezed her up against his side. “Didja hear that, you worthless bastards! She said Junkertown’s worth fighting for! So we’re gonna have a fight alright! We’re gonna roll in this reign with two brand-new contenders in the mech fighting arena, just after this! The blood’s gonna be flowing…and so are the drinks! Free beers all night, courtesy of your King and Queen! That’s all, mates!”

The world exploded around them, the cheering and stomping almost as loud as an omnium explosion echoing from decades ago. Several brawls immediately broke out and junker enforcers began wading through the chaos, ripping junkers off of one another. The beers hadn’t even been tapped yet, but the blood was already flowing. The newly proclaimed royal couple turned about and headed back towards the relative safety of the fortress, trailed by their pig-masked standover man who took up his position to cover the door.

A broken bottle crashed somewhere overhead and Junkrat didn’t even flinch, as Mei broke away and fled towards the safety of the guarded hallway, practically scampering inside. The heavy barricaded doors soon fell shut behind them, and the chaos outside went muffled as Junkrat’s grin eased and he limped towards her, cape dragging along the floor.

“Well! I think that went pretty well, don’t you?” he said cheerily.

“Tiān a! Zhēn de ma?!” She grasped onto her chest, leaning up against the wall with her crown starting to fall to one side of her head. “You could have warned me!”

He held up both hands in a placating manner, pearls and bracelets rattling. “Wanted it to be a surprise, lovey! Surprise! You’re my Queen!”

Her cheeks puffed, breathing in deeply before exhaling long and low. Wiping a hand uneasily at her face, she leaned back against the wall and resisted his attempts to peel her up away from it. “That was…really one of those things I wish you’d let me know ahead of time. I could have prepared more.”

“Yeah, nah. It’s really not one of those speech-makin’ occasions. I just needed to get ‘em all wound up before the big show is all. Probably the only thing they’re gonna remember from today is the booze and the mech fights anyhow, gotta get on their good sides first thing. But now you’re officially my Queen, and everyone knows to step off from you, because you’re mine!” He tugged at her waist, still trying to pull her up off the wall as his voice went low and cajoling. “C’meeeeere. My first kingly decree is that you gotta come with me. For our own little coronation of sorts…Heh-hehehe.”

“This had better not involve you thrusting me in the spotlight again.”

“Well, no,” he said, voice suddenly going guttural as he wedged a hand under the small of her back and finally managed to pry her up off the wall and into his grasp. “I mean, there is a bit of thrusting you involved but— Agh!” He petered off into another fit of reedy giggles as she went pink and whapped at his chest, squirming to push him away only for him to start pulling her along once more. “Asides, I’ve been waiting for this for years, to take over the old Queen’s digs for meself. Let’s go!”

Mei grabbed onto her crown, holding it steady as she was dragged over-enthusiastically through the maze of omnium halls. Behind yet another series of blast doors was the former Queen’s personal holdings, opening onto a ballroom-sized area that was crowded with more gold, more cash, more treasures, and more riches— enough that it made even Junkrat’s gaudy outfit pale in comparison. The furniture was so lavishly appointed as to be ridiculous, including a bed that was so huge and overstuffed that it looked like four mattresses had been sewn into one, covered in piles of blankets and cushions and a pachimari collection that could rival Roadhog’s own.

Junkrat struck a jaunty pose, gesturing around his new den. “Whaddaya think! Suits me much better than her, don’t you think?”

“Well she certainly liked her displays of wealth. Though I guess you do too,” Mei mused, eyes roaming to the far wall. “What on earth? Is that a giant velvet painting of Wrecking Ball? Who would even commission such a—”

“No time to explain! Get your dacks off!”

Junkrat interrupted her with one brisk motion, spinning her in a circle before bodily tossing her onto the enormous bed. She landed with a bounce and a roll amongst all the finery, and was helpfully starting to undress herself already…Which was fine with him, since it was taking him longer than he thought to remove all his King gear. All the jewelry needed to be unclasped and untied, the gold bars strung around his neck weighing him down before he managed to squirm out from under them, clunking onto the floor. The heavy crown was tossed across the room, and beads and jewels flew every which way as he began shucking off all the things that had taken him nearly an hour to put on in the first place.

Mei turned onto her back on the bed, propped up on her elbows and waiting. “Um, do you need help?”

“No! ‘Cause I’m the King! Hold on, it’s stuck on the—Wait, I got it!” He flung his peg leg back and forth, the joint squeaking as his entangled pants were finally wrested free and slung onto the pile on the floor. He struck the same jaunty pose from before, naked except for the fur-lined cloak that billowed around his skinny body, unfurled dramatically. “And the cape stays on!”

“That sounds like a very official decree.”

“Yeah! Hehehehe, hey Mei. You wanna be christened with my royal sword?” He stuck his tongue out and grabbed lewdly between his legs, waggling his member at her. “Tap it on both your shoulders, make you a Knight Queen. Or I could uh, seize those bountiful tracts of land you got there?” His eyes roved to her chest, then further down. “Or maybe I’m gonna… I dunno, pillage your village? Real King sorta stuff.”

She half-lidded her eyes at him in that amused-but-not-going-to-admit-it sort of way that he loved, snorting aloud. “Ugh, is this how you’re going to be?”

He laughed a shrill laugh and then fell upon her, his long cloak falling over them and trapping them in a soft red curtain full of grasping hands and plush flesh. 

“Can give you the world now, if ya want it—” he mumbled, tongue lapping and teeth biting to leave little half-moon marks in her skin, his hips reflexively moving against her thighs. “Whatever you want, darl, I can get it for you now. Anything. Just gotta say. I’m the King now, just like you deserve.”

“Jamie…” Her gaze softened, and pulled him up out of her bosom to kiss him. “I never needed you to be a King. Just be…you?”

He could do that. He sunk his hips into hers and started to move, until the two of them were panting and sweating inside the sweltering confines of his royal cloak. She called his name and it sounded so much sweeter than how the crowds outside had chanted for him. This new bed was soft, unlike his couch back in his old home, and so were the overstuffed pillows with real goose down, and the satin cushions, and stuffie toys, everything was soft and expensive just like he’d always dreamed of. But she was still softer and better than anything all that money could buy, his hands finding her breasts and burying his face in them just as deeply as the rest of him was buried in her too.

When he came, he gave her everything he had, just like he had always done. And she took it all and seemed to be content, just like she’d said, just like how she’d always loved him. Her breath was sweet against his chest, cooling the perspiration beaded on his skin. Was this what it felt like, to be content? He had everything he'd ever wanted, everything he'd wanted in his entire life, and most of all he had her. For at least a few moments, everything was perfect and quiet…

And then he started talking again.

“Ha! Hahaha! Conquered! I conquered you! See, was all part of my cunning plan. You got conquered!”

Her eyes opened and her expression turned exasperated. “Really?”

He lifted both fists into the air in triumph. “You never suspected a thing! That’s called strategy, right there. Conquest. First act as the ruler of Junkertown, is making sure everyone knows who’s really Boss. That’s me, by the way, I’m the boss. I’m the King. Hooly dooly, though, can I conquer you again? Like…just another minute, and I’ll be ready to conquer? Please?”

His lovely new Queen rolled atop of him, her knees slung on either side of his waist as she straddled his lanky form, both of them awash in red velvet and fur. She leaned down and kissed him again, slender fingers on the side of his stubbled jaw, and tilted his chin up to trail more kisses against his throat. When she closed her lips and sucked a bruise there, he couldn’t help but moan.

“Or maybe…” Teeth closed on the side of his neck before lifting upright, small hands pressing him down into the mattress. Her lips twisted in a cruel little smile down at him. “What if you were overpowered? If I staged a coup right here? Maybe you’ll be overthrown by your own Queen?”

His grin widened, ears and cheeks splotching as they flushed almost as red as his cape, eyes alight as they watched her slide down his long body. He grasped onto her hips, urging her down, eager to take part in being overthrown just a few hours into his reign. If those bedroom eyes of hers were any indication, he was going to enjoy this new Queen’s revolution much, much more than the last one. So he lay back and let her do exactly as she pleased.

“Oh yeah. It’s good to be the King!”

[fireteam-dauntless]

A Tale of Two Guardians XXVI

Part 1 of the Destined Series Chapter 26 : Fireteam Insurgent's History masterlist

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The three of us were in Maverick’s apartment.  There was a pot of coffee brewing and Skinner was on the phone ordering pizza from this place downtown.  Apparently, they had the best pizza in the Last City. I was laying down on the couch. My head was pounding.

“What did we do last night?”  I asked, opening one eye to peer at Maverick, who was sitting at the table.

“We went drinking, remember?”  He said with a chuckle.

“Barely…” I closed my eyes against the sunlight that shone in the room.  “Can you close the blinds? It’s really bright in here.”

Skinner laughed and sat down in the armchair across the room.  “Looks like someone’s hungover. To be fair, though, you had a lot to drink last night.”

“What…? How much?”

“Like… seven Lights Out, plus some normal liquor.”

I groaned and rolled on my stomach, burying my face in the pillows.  I could hear them both laughing. “Shut up, guys,” I complained. The memories of last night were blurry and thinking back on them hurt my head.  I remember dancing, drinking, loud noises, and Maverick holding me tightly at some point.

“Alright, you two,”  Skinner announced a few minutes later.  “I’m going to pick up the pizza. Play nice.  And Mav, no repeats of last night, got it?”

“Fuck off, asshole,” Mav grumbled.

When I heard the door shut, I sat up and held my head.  Maverick came over to me with a cup of black coffee, my usual morning pick-me-up.  He sat down on the couch by my knees. I nodded in thanks and took the cup from him.  “What did happen last night?”  I asked him quietly.

“I’ll explain when you’re sober,” the Exo whispered.

While I sipped on the coffee, Mav gently rubbed my back.  I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder. His touch was soothing and feather-light, almost like he was scared to touch me.

“Why are you always so gentle like this?”  I pressed gently.

“What do you mean?”

“Whenever you touch me, you are always so careful and gentle.  Like you’re afraid you’re going to hurt me. Why is that?”

There was a long silence that fell between us while he thought.  He sighed softly. “I… I don’t know. I guess I’m just scared of my own strength, or what I could accidentally do to you.”

I gazed at him lovingly.  “Mon chérie, you are too kind.  Whatever you do, you could never hurt me.”

He laughed aloud and looked at me, his red eyes ablaze with mischief and excitement.  “Oh, little angel, you have no idea what I am capable of.”

My cheeks warmed and I looked down.  I almost didn’t want to know what happened last night.  I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. The light was still straining my eyes, it made me feel like my head was splitting in two.  “Seriously, Mav, can we close the curtains, blinds, or something? My head is splitting.”

The Exo laughed softly and stood, then closed the curtains, flooding the room in dimmer lighting.  I took a sip of my coffee when he came back over to me. “Greasy food will help you, Angel. Trust me.”  He patted my shoulder and then walked back over to the table and sat down.

Ten minutes later, Skinner returned and slammed the door behind him.  “I have fooooood!” He shouted, making my ears ring.  

“Skinner, I swear on the Traveler, shut the fuck up,” I warned, clutching my head.  Both he and Maverick started laughing.

“C’mon, Storm,” Skinner said.  I felt his hands hook underneath my arms and dragged me to my feet.  I groaned in protest, although I followed him to the table, where he and Maverick helped me sit.  “Eating will help you feel better, sooner.” I lowered my head onto the table.

When Mav opened the box, my head shot up.  My enhanced senses went into overdrive and I propped my head on my hand.  It smelled amazing, and even more so when Skinner put a slice on a plate and placed it directly under my nose.  I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I was already half-way through my second piece. My headache was starting to lessen.  I moaned in delight and took another bite. “Oh my lord,” I mumbled. “Mmm… so good…”

Skinner nodded in agreement.  “Told you so.” Even Mav was having a slice.  After a few slices in, my head was clearer and I wasn’t as sensitive to the light.

“Mmh… so…”  I said after a couple more bites.  “Where do we start?”

“Right,”  Mav pulled a file from the stack next to him and opened it.  “Sepkis Prime. It’s the mission that Skinner, Vision, and I met.  We were all assigned individually, but we worked really well together and became a team.”

“Man,” Skinner said and leaned back in his chair.  “You know, we didn’t hit it off at all in the beginning.  I didn’t even want to be a part of the team, but Zavala practically forced me.”

“Really?”  I said in shock.  “How come?”

He shrugged.  “I didn’t work well with people back then, only ever co-op strikes when Zavala really needed me to..”

“It’s true,” Mav added.  “Vision and I hit it off right away, I guess it was the Titan thing.  It was rough trying to get this Hunter to work with us. After Vision and I took him to the bar after a mission, however, and we all really got to know each other personally, we became one of the best teams the Vanguard had at the time.”

I pondered on this for a moment.  “I see… so that’s how your team started.”  I sat back in my chair and took a sip of coffee.  “When I went digging, there were seven mission reports.  I assume you met the rest of the team along the way.”

“Almost all of them,”  Mav corrected. “We met Shadow in the bar.  The guy was lost and Vision insisted that we take him in.”

“Okay, and the others…” I shuffled through the papers.  “Ah, Jamison-6 and Aleckzander. How’d they meet you guys?”

“When I went to kill Draksis.”  Mav shuffled through the files and pulled another file from the stack and placed it in front of me.  I opened it up and skimmed through the document while Maverick continued. “Skinner was on a mission for Cayde and Vision was having an off day, though he didn’t say why and he didn’t want to leave the Tower.  The Vanguard paired me with the two Hunters. Hell, we worked like a well oiled machine in the field.”

“They were great guys,”  Skinner added. “A little rebellious and crazy, but the two of them were inseparable.  And they were always there when called upon.”

“Were they with you when you went to the Vault?”  I asked.

“Yup.  It was Skinner, Shadow, Vision, Paradox, Enigma and I.  Vault of Glass was a tricky raid. Especially in the Labyrinth.”

“The ‘Labyrinth’?”

“The Gorgon Labyrinth.  They’re these Harpies that patrol the Vault, though they’re mostly in the Labyrinth after you encounter the Templar, which was a giant Hydra that protected the entrance to the Labyrinth.  The Gorgons don’t kill you if they catch you. They erase you from existence, so we either had to sneak by quietly or kill all of them. We tried to get through quietly, but Shadow was spotted, so we had to take the violent way out.”

“Typical Titan,” Skinner scoffed.

I laughed softly and shook my head.  Mav was glaring at him. “You know I could wipe the floor with you right now, isn’t that right, asshat?”

Skinner placed a hand on the table and leaned close.  “Oh, I would love to see you try me in Crucible.”

“Okay, boys,”  I interjected. “Be nice.  What happened next? After the Vault.”

“After the Vault?  We all went our separate ways for a while.  We met up once a week or so to hang out and catch up, but Eris reached out to us… maybe two months later, about some Hive activity on the Moon.  She had reached out to us once before, after we destroyed the Heart of the Black Garden. We destroyed the Fist of Crota, but then Omnigul, the Will of Crota, tried to take over Rasputin.  Our mission led us to her, and Eris insisted that we had to put a stop to her work. And stopping her led us to Crota.”

We grew silent.  I was absently swirling my mug in my hand, Mav was staring at the last file in the stack which was now in the center of the table, and Skinner was holding his knife in his hands, the blade glinting in the room’s dim light.  I had read Maverick’s mission debriefing and I knew what he said had happened, but we all withhold information from the Vanguard.

“So…” I started quietly after a few minutes of uneasy silence.  “What actually happened.”

“The raid… it was almost too easy.  Everything went according to plan.” Skinner looked down at the knife in his hands.  “From the moment we entered the Abyss to the moment we killed Crota with his own sword.”

“We won,”  Maverick added quietly and I shifted my gaze to him.  “But… any and all Hive left in that Throne World went into an angry rampage before we could get out.  We ran since our Ghosts couldn’t establish a transmat link in the Throne World. Shadow was first.”

Skinner stabbed his knife into the table, directly through the mission report.  “He got held down by Thrall and before we could get back to him, a Wizard ripped the light out of his body.  His screams… still haunt me when I go to sleep.”

“We kept running,”  Mav continued, “but there was a ledge above that we needed to use to get out of the area, too high to jump to.  Enigma and Paradox helped the three of us jump up, then Enigma helped Paradox up to us. Before we could reach down and pull him up, a Gatekeeper knight pulled him down mid-jump, then slashed him in half.”

Skinner looked over at me.  “Paradox jumped back down after him to protect his Ghost.  He killed the Hive that tried to swarm him. He kept yelling at us to run, and we had no choice but to leave.  He was killed by a Swordbearer. Then both of the Ghosts were shattered.”

I nodded.  The two of them exchanged looks.  Maybe they didn’t want to continue reliving the mission that destroyed their team.  “You guys don’t have to—” I started, but Maverick cut me off.

“No, you should know.  You have every right.”

“Your team was killed because of our mission,”  Skinner added firmly. “You need to understand why; and why Oryx wants to finish the job that his son started.  He wants to destroy all Lightbearers because we killed his son.”

“Okay…” I placed my mug down and refocused.  “So what next. How did you get out?”

“We ran back across the bridge and back into the Abyss,”  Mav continued. “There were hundreds of Thrall chasing us.  Vision was overrun, but I could not let another one of my friends get killed.  Skinner and I killed enough of them to get them to flee, but they got a hold of his Ghost.  We were able to get Vision to his feet and out of the Abyss, and we escaped back to the surface of the Moon.  Vision’s eyes were almost completely clawed out, and since he had no Ghost to heal him, we had to get him back to the Tower to be fixed up.”

“Vision lost all sight in his left eye and about fifty-percent of his right.  If we waited any longer to get him out of there, he would have been totally blind.”  Skinner stood and walked over to the window.

“Wait… I thought it was just you two left.”  I looked between the Hunter and Titan. “Vision’s alive?”

“Well… yeah,”  Mav sighed. “He lives here in the City.  But he hardly speaks to us anymore.”

“Well, maybe not to you,”  Skinner said. “I call him every week.  He hardly leaves his house, but I can convince him to go drinking once a month… or two.”

“Skinner…” Mav almost looked sad.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“He didn’t want me to.  He knows you still have a team to lead, so he didn’t want to bother you.  He’s changed a lot. He’s always bitter about something, at least until you get him blackout drunk.  Then he just keeps telling you how much he appreciates you and everything you’ve done to help him.”

Mav’s jaw clenched.  “He doesn’t answer my calls and that’s why?”

“Yeah.”

We fell silent again.  I stood and poured myself another cup of coffee.  “You know, I’d like to meet him,” I said.

“No way,” Skinner said quickly.  “Trust me, Storm, you really don’t.  The guy has no moral filter.”

“So?”

“No, Skinner’s right,”  Mav said. “If he doesn’t even want to talk to me, he definitely doesn’t want to talk to you.  He might see you as his replacement, and he probably already has opinions about you.”

I sighed and nodded.  “I understand.”

We all rejoined at the table, though Skinner just placed his hands on the back of his chair.  “But that’s beside the point. There’s three of us who made it out alive; three of us that didn’t.”

“Yeah, and this afternoon turned out to be more depressing than we anticipated,” Maverick concluded.

“Yeah, that’s just about everything, so I’m going to see Shaxx and jump into the Crucible… blow off some steam.”  And with that, Skinner said farewell, took his knife out of the table, and left Mav’s apartment, leaving the two of us alone.  Mav started to put the papers back in their files.

“Our team has gone through a lot, Storm,” he said quietly.  “You’re not the only one with a vendetta.”

“I know,” I sighed and closed my eyes.  “It’s just hard to remember that I’m not the only one who’s lost their family.”

Maverick stood and walked behind my chair.  His hands placed gently on my shoulders. “I know,” he said.  “But at least now you don’t have to go at it alone. None of us do.”

I leaned my head back against his abdomen.  I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. “Mav… do you mind if I bathe and take a nap for a while to get rid of the rest of my hangover?”

“Yeah, of course,”  he nodded. “I can take you home, or you can just shower here.  I never need to use it, but Skinner’s used it a couple of times when he used to crash here every now and then.”

“I’ll just shower here, if that’s OK.  It’s still way too bright out for me to comfortably walk home.”

“Oh, okay,” he said, almost sounding shocked.  “Um, it’s down the hall, second door on the left.  I’ll put some clothes out for you.”

I smiled and stood.  “Merci, mon chérie.”  I kissed his jaw, then left for the bathroom.  When I was going down the hall, my Ghost appeared at my side, and spoke once I closed the bathroom door behind myself.

“You’re being pretty stupid right now, Guardian,”  Dawn said as I started to undress.

“Why would you say that?”

“Do… do you really not remember what happened between the two of you last night?”

I turned the shower on and turned the temperature gauge to hot.  Heat didn’t really bother me, so I could enjoy scalding hot showers with no painful reactions on my skin.  “No, I don’t… Everything about last night is a blur. I get pieces every now and then, but nothing concrete.”

“Well… you see…”

I cut her off.  “No, peu de lumière.  Maverick said he would tell me, and I am going to hear it from him.  Am I clear?”

“You’re the boss,” she grumbled as I stepped into the shower, and then she disappeared.

I took my time in the shower.  While the heat didn’t burn my skin, it made my senses tingle wonderfully.  I used the shampoo and body wash he had here and scrubbed myself until I couldn’t smell the alcohol anymore.  I heard the door open and close again while I washed, and when I stepped out a couple minutes later, I saw a change of clothes and a fresh towel on the bathroom counter.  I smiled to myself, quickly dried off and dressed, then walked out into the hall. When I got into the living room, I noticed there were pillows and blankets set up on the couch, but Maverick was nowhere to be seen.  I tightened the drawstring on the sweats he left so they stopped slipping. I crossed my arms over my chest and hugged the heather gray t-shirt close. Assuming that Maverick was off doing something, maybe building one of his car models, I laid down on the couch and pulled the blanket over my body.  Before I completely dozed off to sleep, I felt the blanket get pulled up to my chin and Maverick leaned down and kissed my head. I was smiling when I dozed off to sleep.

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I woke up several hours later.  I yawned and stretched, then sat up and ran my fingers through my hair.  Maverick was dozed off in the armchair. I smiled softly and stood, blanket around my shoulders, and I knelt down in front of the chair.  My hand gently placed on his leg and I leaned my head in his lap. After a couple minutes of silence, I felt him shift and his hand gently placed on my head, his finger ran through my hair.  I smiled and looked up at him.

“Beau matin, mon chérie,” I murmured softly.  “Did you sleep?”

“Yeah,” he said as he stretched.  “Did you?”

“Oui,” I smiled and yawned softly.  “My hangover is gone and I’m feeling better already.”

“Good.”

We stayed in silence for a little longer, then I looked up at him.  “Will you tell me now?”

“Tell you what?”

“What happened last night?  Before my Ghost does.”

He gazed off, like he was pondering if he should tell me or not. “Listen, Angel, you were drunk, so you didn’t know what you were doing.  I just don’t want this to change anything between us if I tell you.”

“Mon chérie, why are you hesitating?”

He shifted a bit.  “Genny, you and I…”  He held his head in his hands.  “Fuck, this is really difficult to say.”

I could feel my face warming.  “Mav…”

His hand gently ran over my hair and then rest on my shoulder.  “Angel, I love you. Very much. You know that, right?”

“And you know I love you,”  I replied.

“And I would never hurt you, you know.”

“I know.”

He sighed and nodded.  “Okay… last night, when we all came back here, Skinner passed out in my room, so you and I stayed out here.  We… kind of got a little hot and heavy if you know what I mean. We kissed. A lot. And, uh…” He shifted some more and I felt my heart start  to race. I was starting to catch on.

“Mav… we didn’t… did we?”

“Oh, hell, no.  I wouldn’t do that to you while you were drunk.  But you… did let me touch your skin, even though I kept insisting that we should wait until you were sober, that way I knew if you actually wanted that, we could try, but only if you wanted to!”  He averted his gaze and rubbed the back of his neck. “This is sounding way worse than I hoped it would.”

“No!”  I exclaimed.  I took hold of both of his hands.  “Maverick, listen to me. I love you very much.  And yes, I think I’ve felt the same exact feelings you have, but I never said anything because… I’m terrified.  So, yes, in my drunken mess, I was probably being more honest with you about how I feel.” My gaze softened and I looked up at him.  “You are so, so kind to recognize that I wasn’t myself. Thank you, thank you for me honoring me and my…” I couldn’t think of the right word to say.

His thumb gently ran over my bottom lip.  “Innocence?” He was smiling as if he felt relieved.  “I would never break your trust like that, Angel, you have my word.”

I nodded, then stood, and then gently sat on his leg.  He was looking at me with widened optics. One of his hands gently placed on my side.  I leaned down and kissed him softly. He gladly reciprocated, and we stayed like that in silence.  When we parted, I smiled softly and leaned my head on his shoulder. I curled up against him, and Mav held me close.  I fell back asleep, curled up in his arms.

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Acafandom: Individual Chapters in Edited Volumes

2020

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2019

Beeler, Karin. 2019. “Hunting for the branded body in Supernatural.” In Tattoos in Crime and Detective Narratives: Marking and Remarking, eds. Kate Watson and Katharine Cox. Manchester University Press.

Chin, Bertha. 2019. “When Hated Characters Talk Back: Twitter, Hate, and Fan/Celebrity Interactions.” In Anti-Fandom: Dislike and Hate in the Digital Age, edited by Melissa Click, 291-314. New York: NYU Press.

George, Jessica. 2019. ‘Some Normal, Apple-pie Life’: Gendering Home in Supernatural. In Gender and Contemporary Horror in Television (Emerald Studies in Popular Culture and Gender, Volume 2), eds. Steven Gerrard, Samantha Holland, Robert Shail, 187-199. Emerald Publishing Limited.

Graves, Stephanie A. 2019. “The Transtextual Road Trip: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Supernatural, and Televisual Forebears." In Transmediating the Whedonverses: Essays on Text, Paratext, and Metatext, edited by Julie L. Hawk and Juliette C. Kitchens, Palgrave Macmillan.

Roach, Emily E. 2019. “Supernatural: Wincest and Dean Winchester's Bisexual Panic.” Queerbaiting and Fandom: Teasing Fans through Homoerotic Possibilities, edited by Joseph Brennan. University of Iowa Press. Google Books: 65-66 | 67-68 | 69-70 | 71-72 | 73-74 | 75-76 | 77-78 | 79-80 | 81

Ronnenberg, Susan Cosby. 2019. So Many Chick Flick Moments: Dean Winchester’s Centrifugal Evolution.” In Gender and Contemporary Horror in Television (Emerald Studies in Popular Culture and Gender, Volume 2), eds. Steven Gerrard, Samantha Holland, Robert Shail, 131-147. Emerald Publishing Limited.

Rose, Jonathan A. 2019. Breaking the Scales: Refusal, Excess, and the Fat Male Body in Supernatural and Harry Potter Fan Fiction. In Representing Kink: Fringe Sexuality and Textuality in Literature, Digital Narrative and Popular Culture, edited by Sara K. Howe and Susan E. Cook. Lanham, Maryland: Lexington Books.

2018

Stein, Louisa. 2018. "Of Spinoffs and Spinning Off." In A Companion to Media Fandom and Fan Studies, edited by Paul Booth, 401-413. John Wiley & Sons, Inc.

2017

Booth, Paul and Isabella Menichiello (eds). 2017. Part III: A Celebration of Supernatural. Time Lords & Tribbles, Winchesters & Muggles: The DePaul Pop Culture Conference: A Five-Year Retrospective. https://communication.depaul.edu/academics/research/publications/Pages/booth-time-lords.aspx

George, Jessica. 2017. “’The Monster at the End of This Book’: Authorship and Monstrosity in Supernatural.” In Monsters and Monstrosity in 21st-Century Film and Television, eds. Cristina Artenie and Ashley Szanter, Universitas Press. https://www.academia.edu/32103362/_The_Monster_at_the_End_of_This_Book_Authorship_and_Monstrosity_in_Supernatural

Re, Valentina. 2017. “The Monster at the End of This Book: Metalepsis, Fandom, and World Making in Contemporary TV Series.” In World Building, edited by Marta Boni, 321-342, Amsterdam University Press, Amsterdam. https://www.oapen.org/search?identifier=1004106

Sell, Christian and Sevenja Taubner. 2017. “Carry on Wayward Son: Supernatural als gottverlassene Suche nach dem richtigen Leben.” In Von Game of Thrones bis The Walking Dead, eds. Timo Storck and Svenja Taubner. Berlin: Springer.

2016

Booth, Paul and Lucy Bennett. 2016. "Interview with Emily Perkins, Actor in Supernatural." Seeing Fans: Representations of Fandom in Media and Popular Culture, eds. Paul Booth and Lucy Bennett. London: Bloomsbury.

Booth Paul. 2016. “Supernatural Fandom: The Fandom Business.” Crossing Fandoms. Palgrave Macmillan, London.

Larsen, Katherine and Lynn Zubernis. 2016. "We See You (Sort of): Representations of Fans on Supernatural." In Seeing Fans: Representations of Fandom in Media and Popular Culture, eds. Paul Booth and Lucy Bennett. London: Bloomsbury.

2015

Golomb, Liorah. 2015. "Dipping a Toe into the DH Waters." In Digital Humanities in the Library: Challenges and Opportunities for Subject Specialists, eds. Arianne Hartsell-Gundy, Laura Braunstein, and Liorah Golomb. Chicago: Association of College and Research Libraries (ACRL). http://www.ala.org/acrl/sites/ala.org.acrl/files/content/publications/booksanddigitalresources/digital/9780838987681_humanities_OA.pdf

2014

Fuchs, Michael. 2014. "'Three hundred channels and nothing's on': Metaleptic Genre-Mixing in Supernatural," in Critical Reflections on Audience and Narrativity: New Connections, New Perspectives, eds. Bianca Mitu, Silvia Branea, and Valentina Marinescu. Hanover: ibidem-Verlag.https://web.archive.org/web/20160805151433/http://www.fuchsmichael.net/index.php/news/47-publication-news/89-metaleptic-genre-mixing-in-supernatural

Macklem, Lisa. 2014. "From Monstrous Mommies to Hunting Heroines: The Evolution of Women on Supernatural." In The Canadian Fantastic in Focus: New Perspectives, edited by Allan Weiss. Jefferson, NC: McFarland.

2013

Graham. Anissa M. 2013. "A New Kind of Pandering: Supernatural and the World of Fanfiction." Fan CULTure: Essays on Participatory Fandom in the 21st Century, eds. Kristin M. Barton and Jonathan M. Lampley. Jefferson, NC: McFarland.

Stein, Louisa Ellen. 2013. “#Bowdown to Your New God: Misha Collins and Decentered Authorship in the Digital Age.” In A Companion to Media Authorship, eds. Jonathan Gray and Derek Johnson. Hoboken, NJ: Wiley-Blackwell.

Wilkinson, Jules. 2013. “The Epic Love Story of Supernatural and Fanfic.” In Why Fanfiction Is Taking Over the World, edited by Anne Jamison, 309-316. Dallas: BenBella Books. https://www.wattpad.com/40308458-fic-why-fanfiction-is-taking-over-the-world-the

2012

Fuchs, Michael. 2012. "Play it Again, Sam ... and Dean: Temporality and Meta-Textuality in Supernatural." In Time in Television Narrative: Exploring Temporality in Twenty-First-Century Programming, edited by Melissa Ames. Jackson: University Press of Mississippi.

Klein, Michael J. and Kristi L. Shackelford. 2012. "'Hey Sammy, We're Not in Kansas Anymore': The Frontier Motif in Supernatural." In Undead in the West: Vampires, Zombies, Mummies, and Ghosts on the Cinematic Frontier, eds. Cynthia J. Miller and A. Bowdoin Van Riper. Lanham, Md.: Scarecrow Press.

2011

Freim, Nicole. 2011. "I'll Take Our Family Over Normal Any Day: Supernatural's Commentary on the Modern American Family." In Bound by Love: Familial Bonding in Film and Television since 1950, edited by Laura Mattoon D'Amore. Cambridge Scholars Publishing.

Fuchs, Michael. 2011. "Trapped in TV Land: Encountering the Hyperreal in Supernatural." In Simulation in Media and Culture: Believing the Hype, edited by Robin DeRosa. Lanham, MD: Lexington Books. http://www.academia.edu/400950/Trapped_in_TV_Land_Encountering_the_Hyperreal_in_Supernatural

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