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Merry Christmas, Darling
Summary: Amy Silva and Kirsten Longacre looking at lights with Poppy and exchanging Christmas presents. Takes place between seasons one and two. Fluff!
âAye, this one is actually my favourite!â Kirsten turned up the dial of the car radio as Shane McGowanâs distinct voice began crooning, it was Christmas Eve babe, in the drunk tankâŠ
âYouâve said that about the last three songs!â Amy laughed as she lightly clutched the steering wheel. Kirsten ignored her, fully committed to the cheeky Irish tune.
âMerrrrrrrry Christmas, I looooove you babyâŠâ she sang, exaggeratedly, reaching out and squeezing Amyâs knee. Amy rolled her eyes playfully, but reached down and gave Kirstenâs hand a squeeze. It was impossible not to find her girlfriend endearing. âOooh, Pops â look at those!â Kirsten turned around so that she could watch Poppyâs face as the young girl spotted an over-the-top display of rainbow lights, complete with a robotic waving Santa Claus and Rudolph with a bright red nose.
The three of them had been driving around for about thirty minutes now, slowly making their way slowly but surely back to Morag and Gordonâs to drop off Poppy for the rest of the holiday. cheerful chime of laughter filled the car as they drove Poppy back to her grandparents' house. Poppy sat in the back seat, her eyes shining with the magic of Christmas lights outside the window. The little girls eyes twinkled in the sparkling lights as she âoohâed and âahhâed at the display. They passed it and a couple more, before the road went dark as they approached the more rural stretch towards Poppyâs grandparents.
"I wish I could stay with you tonight," Poppy said with a pout, though it wasnât entirely serious. The little family had had a brilliant day â building a gingerbread house, watching Christmas films, eating sweets and finally, exchanging gifts. Poppy had been to pick out a few presents with her grandparents, things that a little girl would be inclined towards for a parent â a scented candle, some slippers for each of them and a small canvas pouch with a rainbow embroidered onto it âbecause Fred at school says that rainbows are for gay prideâ. But their most cherished gift from the young girl had been the card â a family portrait on coloured paper that showed both women, Poppy and Cat drawn in crayon. âMerry Christmas Mumsâ it read across the bottom. While they were preparing for joint custody beginning in the new year, with Poppy getting ready to move in with them in the first week of January, it still felt surreal to Kirsten that sheâd be accepted so willingly.
Amy looked back at Poppy through her rear-view mirror, a gentle smile on her face. "I know, sweetheart. We wish you could stay, too. But hey, guess what? This time next year, weâll all be together. Maybe even in a new house, with Christmas lights of our ownâŠâ the brunette said thoughtfully. Though they were initially moving Poppy into Amyâs flat, the couple already had plans to work with a realtor and find something bigger and more suitable for Poppy.
Poppy's eyes widened with excitement, and she clapped her hands. "Really? Promise?"
Amy nodded, her heart full. "Promise. Cross my heart." She brought one finger up to her chest and drew an âxâ, though Poppy couldnât see. Kirsten watched Amy lovingly from the passanger seat, listening though she was still softly singing her (3rd) favourite Christmas song to herself. Her eyes widened involuntarily as the song began to reach itâs less festive (or child-appropriate) middle verse â her hand shot up to the volume dial and she turned it down completely, plunging the car into silence for a long moment before she and Amy exchanged a knowing glance. Tentatively, Kirsten turned it back up, hoping sheâd missed the profanity, just in time for Kirsty MacColl to sing âyou cheap lousy fa-â at full blast. Amy and Kirsten erupted into laughter, Poppy largely oblivious anyway. âFavourite song, huh?â Amy quipped, raising one eyebrow.
âAye,â Kirsten laughed. âStill a classic.â
They took a more direct route home after dropping off Poppy, Christmas music still playing softly as Kirsten sang along and Amy drove. They had been together for most of the year now, as well as parts of last year, before Kirsten had ended things, but this was their first Christmas together. Theyâd spent much of the festive season exchanging stories and traditions â Kirstenâs love of Christmas music of course was now well established, Amyâs grandmother had passed down a recipe for minced pies that theyâd assembled with Poppy, ready to bake in the morning. Kirstenâs Dad had always insisted on watching âItâs a Wonderful Lifeâ on the night of Christmas Eve, and playing a game of poker with their extended family. Sheâd only insisted Amy continue one of these traditions with her, and Amy had picked up the film on DVD so that they could watch it that evening.
âDid your family ever open a gift on Christmas Eve?â Amy asked, turning down the Christmas radio just slightly and glancing over at her partner.
âNooooo,â Kirsten scoffed playfully. âMum was very insistent that we wait for St. Nicolas. Christmas Eve was for mass with Nan, âItâs a Wonderful Lifeâ and listening out for reindeer.â She grinned at the memory. âWhy, I didnât think you did?â
âNo we didnât,â Amy agreed, nodding subtly. âBut⊠if you donât have any objections⊠maybe we could start a new tradition?â Then, softly chuckling to herself. âIâm just not sure I can wait until tomorrow,â She squinted her eyes slightly, playfully scrunching her nose. âMy gift is pretty good.â
âOh Amy Silva, donât let anyone tell you you arenât modest,â Kirsten joked. She leaned back against the passenger seat, wiggling a bit and lifting her hips to stretch out her legs, suddenly impatient and eager to get home. âAye, we could do that. My gift is pretty good too.â
Amy didnât say anything in response, but she reached down and gave Kirstenâs hand a gentle squeeze.
âAfter the movie though. Canât have you falling asleep on me,â Kirsten quipped. Amy had confided in her a few weeks prior that she hadnât actually seen the Christmas classic, finding it too long and falling asleep the last time sheâd given it ago, though that was long before Kirsten. She tended to prefer daft Christmas comedies and was amusingly partial to Bad Santa.
âDeal.â Amy agreed, and they drove the rest of the way home in comfortable silence, besides Kirstenâs quiet humming to the radio.
âWeâll take a cup of kindness dear,â Kirsten sang along softly with the final scene of the movie, planting a soft kiss on Amyâs temple as the woman shifted in her arms, blinking with heavy eyelids. She hadnât been sleeping, she had actually quite enjoyed the film â but it was nearly midnight and the emptied glass of Baileyâs over ice now sitting on the coffee table hadnât done her any favours. Kirsten gently traced circles on Amyâs hand, feeling the weight of the moment â new traditions forming, a quiet anticipation before they would exchange their gifts. Amy turned around in Kirstenâs arms, resting her chin on the other womanâs chest.
âShall we?â she said softly, her eyes tracing an invisible line between Kirstenâs own and the Christmas tree.
Kirsten nodded, carefully separating herself from girlfriend so that they were both seated.
âWho goes first?â she asked, quizzically eyeing up Amy. âAt home itâs always the youngest,â the red head grinned.
âBe my guest then,â Amy smiled, amused but resigned, gesturing towards the tree. Kirsten brought herself to standing, shaking out one of her legs that had slight pins and needles after two hours and ten minutes curled up on the couch. Once comfortable, she headed straight for a particular spot under the tree and picked up a square box slightly smaller than her palm. She sat down again, playing with the box in her hands for a moment before handing it to Amy.
âOh I hope you like it,â she mumbled, suddenly nervous. Christmas was important to her, though she knew she was likely overthinking it.
âI will.â Amy said confidently, leaning over to Kirsten and kissing her gently before refocusing on the gift. Kirstenâs eyes lingered over the other woman with anticipation.
Amy carefully unwrapped it, revealing a square shaped jewellery box underneath. She raised her eyebrows, wondering just briefly what may lay inside, though she didnât draw out the moment. Gently she pulled off the lid of the box, revealing two delicate necklaces. The first was a dainty gold gain with a round pendant, engraved with a Poppy. And just below was another gold chain, this one adorned a combination of small round beads and longer but equally subtle tube-shaped ones which Amy instantly recognised as morse code for âI love youâ.
âWow, Kirsten,â Amy looked lovingly from her gift to her partner, her eyes reflecting the depth of appreciation she felt. Not just for the gift, but for a partner that knew her so well, and made her feel so loved. "It's perfect. So⊠us.â she whispered with a contented smile, savouring the moment. Amy then leaned even closer to Kirsten, resting her head briefly against Kirstenâs shoulder. Kirsten returned the affectionate gesture, tilting her head down towards Amyâs before turning it and moving her fingertips to the other womanâs chin, gently lifting it.
With her other hand she reached over to the necklace, tracing the morse code with her finger. "I love you,â she said simply, pressing her forehead to Amyâs. She let her eyes linger, holding Amyâs gaze for a few seconds, adoring her warm brown eyes. âMerry Christmas,â she whispered before tilting her chin up and meeting Amyâs lips with hers. Her hand moved from Amyâs chin to gently cup her face and eventually softly clutching at the back of Amyâs neck as the kiss deepened.
After a few moments Amy slowly pulled away, kissing Kirsten just to the right of her lips, then on the cheek, before finally sitting back.
âMy turn,â she ran her hands across her own thighs, taking a deep and slightly nervous breath. She was confident that the present she had chosen was a match for Kirstenâs lovely gesture, but there was still something about it that made her almost shy, which wasnât an emotion she felt often anymore around the other woman.
Amy got down onto her hands and knees in order to reach underneath the Christmas tree to the very back, where she picked up a small, conspicuously shaped parcel. Sheâd hidden it so as not to raise questions in Kirstenâs mind. It was a ring, yes, but not of the diamond variety. Still, she and Kirsten were about to embark on the most serious phase of their relationship yet â they had lived together already for several months, but bringing Poppy into the picture. Starting a family, officially, was something they discussed often. She wanted Kirsten to have a symbol of the commitment that she felt and saw returned in the way Kirsten was so willing to raise Poppy with her, to be a Mum alongside her.
âHere,â she whispered, placing the box onto Kirstenâs lap before pulling herself back up onto the couch beside her. She placed her hand on Kirstenâs leg, squeezing it gently with anticipation and gently moving her fingers across the womanâs inner thigh.
Kirsten sucked in her breath, noticing the slight change in Amyâs demeanour and the size and shape of the box. Without saying anything, she lifted it off of her lap and began to unwrap it. She looked at Amy before opening, eyes wide and unsure. Amy nodded, indicating that she could go on, which did confuse Kirsten slightly. If Amy was proposing, she wasnât making it very clear.
Kirsten tilted the box open herself, revealing a delicate gold band. It was a simple yet elegant piece, and Kirsten ran her finger over it, once again meeting Amyâs eyes.
âItâs⊠not an engagement ring,â Amy said slowly, watching Kirstenâs face for any indication of disappointment, but it didnât come. Kirstenâs eyes were patient and kind. Loving. âBut it is a promise.â She reached up to her own chest, just as she had earlier with Poppy, and drew an âXâ over her heart. âI love you, Kirsten. Our little family⊠it is everything to me. And I wanted you to have a symbol of that.â
Touched by the sentiment, Kirsten slipped the ring onto her left hand, then fanned out her fingers and presented her hand to Amy. âI love it, Amy. And I love you.â
Amy let out her breath, which she hadnât realized she had been holding. A wave of relief washed over her as she released the worry that Kirsten would be dissatisfied. Amy had always been unsure about marriage, even before falling for Kirsten. Poppy had always been rooting for her to marry Ioan, and she carried a certain amount of guilt that sheâd always had a bit of a mental block about the idea. Since meeting Kirsten, everything sheâd known about herself had been challenged. And while she was fairly confident that one day she would marry the other woman, and absolutely certain that she would be with her forever, this felt like the right gesture for them, for now.
Amy wrapped her arms around Kirstenâs shoulders, pulling them both down against the back of the couch. Kirsten turned her body so that she could lay against Amyâs side, hand on her chest, still admiring the ring. She had accepted Amy, for all of her, a long time ago. She knew what a big deal this was for her, engagement ring or not. That was what made it so endearing.
âMerry Christmas, AmyâŠâ she said softly, pointing with a finger to the clock on the wall which showed it was now past midnight.
âMerry Christmas darling,â Amy replied, kissing Kirstenâs forehead as they lay in the glow of the Christmas tree, fingers tracing down her partnerâs arm. âTo many moreâŠâ
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Vigil - Series 2 đ„ | BBC - Trailer
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Vigil Season 2 Release Date, Cast, Plot, & More
Fans of the hit BBC drama Vigil are eagerly anticipating the release of Vigil series 2. For the second season of the BBC ratings success, Suranne Jones and Rose Leslie are taking to the skies, and nine new cast members will be joining them, including Dougray Scott and Romola Garai. In this post, we will discuss everything you need to know about the Vigil season 2 release date. When is VigilâŠ
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#Can&039;t wait for Vigil Season 2? We&039;ve got you covered with all the details on when it&039;s coming out#Vigil#Vigil BBC series 2#vigil season 2#Vigil Series 2
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bbc: Some sweet #Silvacre content for your FYP â€ïž
#silvacre#suranne jones#rose leslie#vigil#the bbc making a silvacre fan edit was a pleasant surprise :)#i saw the streaming numbers for vigil 2 were very good (understatement)#which makes an s3 at least a possibility#if they can write a story suranne and rose would sign on for#i'm counting on what suranne said that the continuation of the love story is a big part of what brought her back#the series does a good job creating dramatic tension and conflict within a happy relationship that doesn't involve cheating or one dying#if they do a 3rd season i hope that continues#i mean the series started with amy in the worst possible place emotionally and psychologically so surely they wouldn't go there again#s2 with its wlw mlm solidarity/parallel storyline and giving us more insight into amy and how far she's come since s1#on top of all the other things i liked this season (which i enjoyed quite a bit in addition to the ship)#at heart it's very critical of the british government and military/war machine and some reviews seem to have missed that part#anyway i'm pleased as punch that a prestige bbc drama has two women in love at its center and a lead as compelling as amy#and that it's pulling in the numbers even without the submarine and claustrophobia (admittedly a cool premise)#keep making the fanvids bbc social media team we appreciate you#queue
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#sheâs comingâŠ#i still have at least 1-2 scenes to write though so#definitely not the final wordcount by far#but!!!#PROGRESS AT LAST#vigilance series
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[Update: Apocalypse in Pink part 2 is out now]
Before Barbenheimer, there was âApocalypse in Pink,â the August 1983 theme of fashion/culture magazine SPECTAGORIA. The issueâs controversial imagery of Barbie-esque models attempting to stay gorgeous and glamorous amidst nuclear annihilation sought to, in the words of editor/photographer Sera Clairmont, ârevel in the morbid absurdity of the new American condition,â an âanxiety vibrating underneath all our plastic smiles.â
âItâs The Hot Pink Cold War,â Clairmont wrote in her introduction. âItâs âMaterial Girlâ on the radio and âWarGamesâ at the drive-in. Itâs âGirls Just Wanna Have Funâ interrupted by the emergency broadcast signal. Weâre told to look sexy, dress fashionable, make money, and spend money, but be sure weâre just the right amount of terrified about the bomb. Get that Malibu dream home, keep working on that perfect body, sip cocktails by the pool in your little pink bikini and watching the stocks go up â but STAY VIGILANT! and for Godâs sake vote Republican, because that dream home could melt into a pink plastic inferno at any given moment. Just donât stop smiling as the blast liquefies your skin into bubbling ooze like a Barbie doll in a microwave - itâs bad for the economy.â
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Iâm in love with Suranne Jones again đ€·ââïž
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Ok so someone said Pedro is so husband in Gladiator 2 and I was wondering if you would possibly do a Marcus and pregnant!wife fic?! Please đ€
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A/N: This was so fun to write and I hope you like it! Just fyi, this is not a part of my series Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia.
Summary: Being heavily pregnant makes it hard to sleep.
Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: Pregnant reader, kisses, a general devoted to his wife
Word count: 1k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60543115
Restless
Since entering the final stages of carrying your child, nights in bed have been restless. You lay awake most of the time, drifting off on your side only to wake up not long after with a foot pressing against your ribs. It is a strange paradox how something so unpleasant can offer you comfort at the same time, serving as a reminder that your baby is healthy and strong. Youâll take watching the sunrise each morning if it means knowing that they are well, even if it means exhaustion from the lack of rest.Â
Tonight is no different. You are yet again caught in the realm of the awake, carefully turning over from side to side as you beg God Somnus to show you mercy and grant you some sleep. However, just as your eyes start to flutter closed, you are startled awake by another swift kick to your insides.Â
âYou are as restless as your father,â you speak quietly and with affection to the life within your belly, pressing your hand over the spot. You glance at Marcus as you say it, already aware of how he is stirring from his slumber because the littlest of things can rouse him. After all, he is a light sleeper, old habits making him as vigilant in bed with you as he is on the battlefield.Â
âAnother night on slumberâs battlefield?â Marcus asks while sleep still clings to him. His voice is rough, rumbling through his chest as he speaks.Â
You nod with a sigh, reaching for your husbandâs hand to guide it to rest on your belly. His voice joining yours has woken up the baby even more, and they seem even more enthusiastic in announcing their presence to their parents, âIt seems like your child is preparing for a campaign of their own. Feel.â
âMy child?â He asks with a fond smile, another jab at his palm making him gently trace patterns across your belly.Â
âDuring nights like these, theyâre your child,â you tease lightheartedly and earn a gentle smile, a twinkle in his eyes.Â
âI suppose thatâs fair,â he chuckles quietly but it is interrupted by another spirited kick. He sucks in a breath, talking quietly as if mostly to himself, âEvery time I do this⊠I still canât believeââ
âNeither can I,â you say dreamily and rest your own hand on top of his. You guide his palm over the curve of your swollen belly, âBut theyâre really in there. Feel this. Hereâs their back and this⊠this must be the foot thatâs keeping me from sleeping.â
Marcusâ calloused palm is warm as it skims across your stomach, feeling its way around to picture the growing bundle inside of you. His eyes are filled with uninhibited wonder, a joy that seems to be more frequent on his face after Goddess Juno granted you this blessing so soon after your union. He shifts on the bed to bend down and kiss where he has just felt a particularly enthusiastic kick.Â
âListen to me, little one,â he murmurs softly against your skin, âYour beautiful mother is doing all the work bringing you into the world and into my arms. The least you could do is grant her some rest.â
âI donât think itâs going to happen. I think theyâve inherited some of your rebellion,â you begin but Marcus looks at your face with feigned outrage. He crawls up to hover over you.Â
âTheir rebellious spirit is directly from you,â he argues with a charming smile, palms flat against the bed on either side of you. In return, you reach up to cup his face and drag him down for a sweet kiss. He smells like olive oil and metal from his armor, proof of him being in the sun all day during todayâs training session. He should be exhausted but he kisses you like he isnât.Â
âThen you should know how to tame them just like you tamed me, General,â you bite back with a mischievous expression, a high-pitched giggle interrupting your attempt at an attitude because Marcus maneuvers you onto your side again, this time facing away from him. He crawls up behind you, scooping his arm underneath you so he can cradle your full belly with both hands.Â
âClose your eyes,â he tells you, splaying his hands on you until the warmth of his touch starts to calm everything in your body and mind, âFocus on your breathing. In and out. Slowly like the tide.â
You can feel the gentle change in the room, both Marcus and the baby falling into sync with you as sleep comes knocking for all three of you. He talks in a quiet whisper even on the verge of slumber, his chest rising and falling against your back while your belly mirrors it, âThatâs it. Youâre safe, my love. My heart, my strength, my guiding light.â
âTell me about our baby,â you murmur softly, eyelids growing heavy until you capitulate and close them.Â
âOur baby,â he begins, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, âWill be as beautiful as their mother. When they laugh itâll be with your laugh, and when they smile, everyone will think of you in an instant. Perhaps, they will be granted the courage of Mars. Or perhaps the wisdom of Minerva, a real strategist.â
His hands continue their slow and gentle pattern over your stomach, lulling you even closer to the edge of sleep. You relax further into his embrace, letting his words wash over you as he continues, âAnd as for me, I hope they will inherit my heart. I hope to pass on my sense of duty and purpose. Theyâll be honorable, stand firm, and protect the ones they love.â
âMarcus,â you say without knowing why.Â
âThey will be loved,â he adds as if it is the most true of all, his forehead resting against the back of your head, âLoved beyond comparison, beyond comprehension. By us and even the Gods themselves, and they will never doubt this. They will find it to be as certain as Sol and Nox ensuring each day and night.âÂ
âI like that,â you smile sleepily, barely awake anymore.Â
âMe too,â you hear him say just before sleep finally claims you, his voice a calming echo that tells you heâs telling the truth.
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something something possessed by a worm. you're soap's captive girlfriend who got the call that he was shot. i wrote this between the hours of 2-3 am, so let's be chill. ~1.3k words.
cw: italics, imprisonment/abduction, surveillance, medical inaccuracies we breeze right over, threats of violence, collaring, stalking, noncon blowjob.
on paper, it looks bad. it looks cruel. yet, you canât bring yourself to careâjohnnyâs injury is a blessing.
it feels like you won the lottery, picking up the emergency phone. inbound calls only. you were so sure it was him, warning you of his imminent return.
playing the part of a devastated partner is easy. the englishman on the other end of the call sympathizes with your crocodile tears and helpfully tells you that someone will fetch you tomorrow morning. that you'll be brought, at no expense, to sit vigil at your boyfriend's side at the hospital. you hear the word âcomaâ, and launch out of bed. you only half listen to the rest of the conversation, hurriedly packing a bag as he drones. you can't end the call fast enough.
dismantling the flat comes first. you smash the cameras and flush the bugs. pry the tracker tag off your collar and bloody your fingers in the process. later, youâll stick it on a bus.
you scour every nook and cranny, eventually finding the steel box you've seen john fiddling with. after trial and error, you pick the lock, and itâs a relief to see your id and passport again. itâs like a time capsule. past you offers a genuine, albeit shy smile, and you mutter an apology as you tuck her into a pocket. the last of the snacks heâd left go in with your clothes, as well as the few expensive-looking heirlooms he keeps around the flat.Â
someone might call about the wide-eyed, crazed woman jumping off the balcony into the bushes. itâs a risk you take. the nearest pawnbroker, if you remember correctly, is only a ten-minute walk away. the cash you end up with isnât much, but it's the first chunk of money that's yours in ages.
you hold your breath from glasgow to amsterdam and, by sheer luck, find your godmotherâs place by memory alone. sheâs surprised to find you on her doorstep, but she buys your story of an au pair job gone sour and lets you stay. truth and reality are too humiliating and too risky so long as youâre on european soil. you lay low, but nobody turns up. no one comes looking.
out of an abundance of caution, you cut and dye your hair anyway. you look up every variation of âjohn mactavishâ and scour obituaries and news articles. you donât find a thing, but you know heâs special forcesâthey wouldnât necessarily publish an announcement.
weeks pass. she doesnât say a word, but guilt gnaws at you for living off your godmotherâs kindness. after dodging their calls, you reach out to your parents and beg them to buy you a plane ticket home to chicago. although they welcome you stateside, theyâre distressed and confused about your sudden departure and separation from âthat nice scottish boyâ theyâd met over facetime. they didnât know about the knife just out of frame or the disturbing sketches heâd draw of your mother from memory. you lie through your teeth and blame his hectic work schedule because itâs easier to say that than admit your little journey of âself-discoveryâ didnât lead you into a âwhirlwind romanceâ, but a fucking nightmare.
(it started as a dreamy evening of darts and drinks, where a cute soldier made you laugh all the way into his bed. a mirage that hid his true intentions. grand overtures designed to dazzle you until it was too late. until he got you fired and evicted. somehow arranged for your visa to be revoked. orchestrated your demoralization and subsequent breakdown. ushered you into his flat with open arms, cooing and rubbing your back as you hiccuped and sobbed. those days are a blur, a series of escalations. a slow boil you didnât feel until it scalded, until he locked the collar around your neck. even then, you felt like a failure. that it was all your fault for believing the lies. he laid you out beneath him, whispering the things heâd do to your family if you ran. how the powers at be would let him, given his work. a slap on the wrist. thatâs all iâd get, hen.)
months turn into a year. you still look up johnny's name on occasion. still stare when you see a mohawk. yet, little by little, you feel like yourself again. rejoin society. get a shit job. you refuse to touch the dating pool with a ten-foot pole, but you don't feel naked wearing short sleeves anymore. don't flinch at the sound of dog tags clinking together.
you pick up a night shift, determined to save extra money so you can find your own apartment and stop leeching off your parents. everything's fine and dandy. slightly creepy, given the hour, but nothing you can't handle. (after johnny, you handle anything.) you close, intending to take out the trash as you lock up. the alley smells like piss and beer.
tossing the bag into the dumpster, you freeze at the silhouette at the mouth of the passage. they face away, cigarette smoke wafting from their person. they probably don't see you, but just to be safe, you turn to head in the other direction to take the long way to the Lâ
at least, you would, if johnny wasn't looming over you, night terrors manifest. big, broad shoulders and a puffed-out chest. a grin as wide and sharp as you remember. and those bright blue eyes, the light in them flattening in real time as he drinks in your expression. he relishes the way your face drops. the instant terror. a horrific scar catches your eye, flaring in every direction on his temple like a furious sun.
did ye think i'd forgotten ye, bonnie? or hope the gunshot erased ye? did ye believe me dead?
when you start to cry, because why wouldn't you, heâ
no, no. hush. this is a good thing. a happy day. we're reunited, and i'm meetin' my girl's parents. cap's gone ahead to break the ice.
and when you scream, because why wouldn't you, he clamps a hand over your mouth and pins you to the dumpster. doesn't care a whit when your head bounces off the metal. the light returns to his eyes as you squirm. his brows pitch, lips curling. he brandishes a knife and stammers through his reprimand, scolding you for all your struggling.
i see ye forgot the rules and your manners. forgot what'll happen if ye dinnaeâdinâfuckin' play nice.
johnny forces you into a car, muttering reminders of what happens when you run. assures you, even as he loads you bodily into the backseat, sandwiching you between him and some massive freak in a mask, that he is forgiving. when the car rejoins traffic, johnny works his fly open. it takes a minute, his hands a bit unsteady.
a near-death experience clarifies things. puts what's important into focus. john says he saw his future clear as crystal, then shoves your head down without warning. he barks at the man on your other side, and a hand comes to rest on your flank, causing you to whimper around his cock. he moans sinfully at that before violently fucking your throat.
by the time he comes, you're spent. the fight gone out of you. the mitt on your side migrates to your inner thigh, but you can't begin to care. youâre resigned to drooling on john's lap. you pray for a car crash.
johnny explains how, given his connections, it took only two months to find you. they let him do that because of his work, but he decided to wait and bide his time. he details all the therapy, rehab, and everything he did to get into shape, to get his head on straight, and to get to you himself. plus, there was the matter of tracking down his second quarry. naughty, how you pawned it for less than half its value.
his grandmother's ring fits you perfectly. fate, he calls it.
but you know another collar when you see one.
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The Witch's Bodyguard
(2) I hide and cower in the corner, conversations getting hard
Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Bodygaurd!Fem!Reader
Summary: Wanda has to do an interview and is a little anxious about it
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: None this is just a set up and establish chapter
A/N: I'm so glad you're all looking forward to this series!
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Your fist collided with the sand filled bag, stopping it dead in its tracks. Breathing hot and heavy after a two hour workout. You grabbed for your towel, sitting down to wipe away the sweat from your face as the feeling of a cold water bottle hit the side of your neck.
âI heard you finishing up so I figured I'd bring some water.â You hear Wanda say from behind you. Your tumbler is forgotten beside you as you take the bottle from her. You'd been here only a week, but Wanda quickly learned you're a creature of habit. The early wake up time, workouts that lasted the same amount each day. She was taking notice of the little things.
âThank you. We have to go out for that interview soon, right?â You ask as you receive a nod. Your eyes flicked down to her hands. Her fingers fidgeting with the rings on her other hand. You could tell she was nervous, but it wasn't your place to say anything so you simply stand up. âI'll be ready in 10. Is Bucky ready?â Your voice is firm, commanding, but devoid of any unnecessary inflection. Bucky's reliability is another aspect of your job that you've come to depend on. Wanda simply nods as the two of you leave the at-home gym.
You head back to your room in the house, taking a quick five minute shower before dressing in your army pants, boots, and a plain white top. You also put on your bulletproof vest and holster your pistol.
As you swiftly gear up, the weight of the bulletproof vest is a familiar comfort against your chest. You've worn it through countless missions, and now it's become a staple of your attire as Wanda Maximoff's bodyguard. The pistol snug in its holster feels like an extension of your body, a tool of protection that you've trained with extensively.
Exiting your room, you find Wanda pacing in the living room, her nervous energy palpable. Bucky stands nearby, his posture relaxed but alert, a testament to his own years of military training.
"Ready to go when you are Maâam," you state, your voice steady and authoritative. Wanda nods, her eyes briefly meeting yours before she gathers herself. She's still adjusting to having a constant shadow, someone who anticipates her needs before she even realizes them. You can sense her wariness, the uncertainty lingering beneath her composed façade.
As you escort Wanda to the awaiting vehicle you place your hand on the small of her back. A small gesture to reassure her that youâre here. You keep a vigilant watch on your surroundings. Every passerby is a potential threat, every noise scrutinized for signs of danger. It's second nature to you, this constant state of alertness, but you can see how it unnerves Wanda, the way she glances around nervously.
During the drive to the interview location, Wanda remains quiet, lost in her own thoughts. You respect her need for space, allowing her the silence she seeks while remaining vigilant for any potential threats. Bucky engages in small talk, attempting to lighten the mood, but you remain stoic, your focus solely on the task at hand.
Arriving at the interview venue, you scan the area, assessing the security measures in place. Satisfied with your observations, you usher Wanda inside, your presence a silent reassurance amidst the chaos of flashing cameras and eager reporters. Your hand once again finding itâs place on the small of her back.
Throughout the interview, you remain at the perimeter, a silent sentinel watching over Wanda's every move. You catch the subtle shifts in her demeanor, the way she navigates the questions. To most people she probably looked normal, but to you it was obvious she was anxious as she waited for questions to come her way with her other coworkers. She fidgeted with her rings again as she looked over the crowd. When she catches your eye you can fully see the panic and you do something that surprises you both. You make a silly face and she starts smiling with her brows furrowed. So you make another and get a chuckle out of her. It made you happy to be able to ease her tensions.
As the interview draws to a close, you guide Wanda and Bucky back to the vehicle. Once safely inside, you exhale a silent breath of relief, the tension slowly dissipating from your shoulders. You looked over at Wanda you also seemed to be much more relaxed now that it was over.
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You sit in the dim glow of the fire, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows across the room. The warmth seeps into your bones, a comforting embrace after the long day's work. With a book in hand, you delve into its pages, immersing yourself in a world far removed from the reality of your duties.
The rhythmic tapping of keys fills the room as Wanda works diligently on her laptop, her focus unwavering. You steal a glance at her from time to time, noting the furrow of her brow as she concentrates. There's a sense of determination about her, a drive to excel in everything she does.
The silence between you is companionable, each lost in your own thoughts yet connected by the shared space. It's a rare moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of your lives, a chance to simply be without the weight of the world pressing down upon you.
As the night stretches on, the fire burns lower, casting elongated shadows that dance along the walls. You reach for your cup of tea, the warmth seeping into your hands as you take a sip. The aroma of chamomile fills the air, soothing and calming.
Eventually, Wanda closes her laptop, the soft click of the lid echoing in the quiet room. She stretches, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she settles back into her chair. You close your book, marking your place with a gentle touch before setting it aside.
"Long day," Wanda remarks, her voice breaking the silence. You nod in agreement, the events of the day still fresh in your mind. Despite the challenges, you feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that you've kept her safe once again.
"But a good day," you reply, your voice low yet filled with assurance. Wanda meets your gaze, a hint of gratitude shining in her eyes. In that moment, you realize that despite the differences between you, there's a mutual respect that binds you together. "Time for bed?" You ask, but Wanda shakes her head, making you raise an eyebrow.
"A little longer." Her voice is soft. "Just want to relax without work for a bit. Let my mind shut off." She looked at you, eyes looking so tired. Like she could fall asleep in her chair as she curled up her legs and rested her chin on her hand to look over at the fire.
You let her be, picking your book back up to read a little more. It was only a few minutes until you heard her breathing even out, looking up from your book to find her asleep. A small smile on your face. This seemed to be a thing. Half of the week Wanda was falling asleep somewhere other than her bed and you'd have to take her to bed.
You lift Wanda effortlessly, her slight frame feeling feather-light in your arms. She stirs slightly as you gather her, her grip tightening instinctively as she nestles closer to you. Her warmth seeps into your skin, a comforting presence amidst the quiet of the night.
As you ascend the stairs to her room, you navigate with ease, your steps sure and steady. Wanda's soft breaths tickle the nape of your neck, a gentle reminder of her vulnerability in this moment of repose.
Reaching her bedroom door, you push it open with a gentle nudge, the soft click echoing in the stillness of the night. The room is bathed in moonlight, casting a silvery glow upon the familiar surroundings.
Carefully, you lower Wanda onto her bed, tucking the covers around her with a tender touch. She sighs contentedly, her features relaxed in sleep. For a moment, you simply watch her, the moonlight casting shadows across her peaceful face.
With a sigh, you turn away, leaving her to her dreams. It's become a routine, this silent vigil over her rest, a duty you've come to embrace with quiet determination.
Exiting her room, you pause in the hallway, your gaze lingering on the closed door. In the stillness of the night, you can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you, a silent vow to always keep her safe.
With one last glance, you continue down the hallway, the echo of her soft breathing lingering in your mind. As you settle into your own room, you can't help but reflect on the complexities of your role as her protector, the unspoken bond that binds you together even in the darkest of hours.
And as sleep finally claims you, you find solace in the knowledge that for tonight, at least, she rests easy under your watchful gaze.
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His Shadow: Chp 8
masterlist part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7
Azriel, secretly juggling his responsibilities and personal life, maintains a hidden relationship with YN, who works at a pleasure house in the Hewn City. She was his light, his love, his passion. Yet being his darkest secret is a hard role because life in the Hewn as a young female isn't the easiest as the two of you hold an even dark secret yet to be told...
Pairing: Azriel x reader
This series contains mature themes: Explicit depictions of violence, including physical and emotional. Themes of secrecy. Descriptions of difficult relationships, including strained familial and romantic dynamics. Mature sexual content. Themes of power, control, and manipulation within complex interpersonal relationships. Discussions of parenthood and the challenges associated with it, including postpartum experiences
For the next few days, Azriel didnât leave YNâs side. He sat vigil in the quiet room at the River House, his eyes constantly watching over her, his heart heavy with worry. Her chest rose and fell softly, her face pale but peaceful in sleep. Her once-strong frame seemed so fragile now, broken ribs bandaged beneath the blankets, a splint wrapped around her sprained wrist.
Madja had been diligent in her care, informing him of her injuries: a mild concussion that would keep her in a daze even after she woke, fractured ribs that would need time to heal, and a strained wrist from where she had fought off the men. But it was her voiceâor the lack of itâthat weighed on him the most. The brutal strangulation had damaged her vocal cords, and Madja warned him that when she finally did wake, it would take several days before she could speak again.
Azrielâs heart clenched at the thought of YN not being able to voice her pain or fear. The memory of her being strangled on the floor, fighting for her life while Knox remained hidden, haunted him endlessly. Heâd seen so much in his long life, witnessed horrors and fought battles, but the sight of her so close to death shook him like nothing else ever had.
Madja had been kind enough to offer healing spells to speed her recovery, but Azriel insisted on being there for everything. Every time she adjusted the bandages on YNâs ribs, every time she checked her breathing or felt for swelling, Azriel stood close by, offering silent support.
On the third night, Madja stopped by with her usual clinical efficiency, though her expression was more sympathetic than usual. "Her body is recovering well," she told him softly, taking his stoic silence as permission to continue. "The concussion is minor, and the ribs, while painful, will heal with time. But her voice... it may take several days for her to speak again. The trauma to her throat was extensive. Sheâll need time."
Azriel nodded, his jaw tight. Heâd been expecting it, but hearing it aloud made it all the more real. âI understand,â he murmured, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep and constant worry. He reached out to smooth a hand over YNâs hair, careful not to disturb the splint on her wrist. âIâll be here when she wakes.â
Madja gave a small nod and left the room quietly, leaving him alone with her again.
Azriel looked down at YN, his chest tightening at the sight of her bruised throat, the faint purple marks still visible beneath the bandages. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to tell her she was safe now, that he would never let anything happen to her again. But for now, all he could do was wait.
Knox, who had been in the care of Feyre and Mor during these long days, was brought to visit often, and each time Azriel held him, it grounded him in a way nothing else could. Knoxâs small, innocent presence was a reminder of why they fought so hard, why they endured so much.
In the dim light of the room, Azriel kept vigil, his shadows swirling around him in a protective haze as he watched over his mate and his son, determined to stay until YN opened her eyes again and could feel the safety of his presence once more.
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Azriel sat in the corner of the room, Knox cradled in his arms, the baby squirming slightly as he rocked him. His expression was tense, jaw clenched, as he waited for Rhys and Cassian to speak. He already knew what was comingâthe questions, the confusion. Theyâd finally figured out what he had kept from them all this time.
Rhys broke the silence first, his voice calm but direct. "We need to talk about YN."
Azriel didnât look up. He kept his gaze on his son, knowing there was no more avoiding it. âWhat about her?â
Cassian leaned forward, frowning. âWe know sheâs got a deal with Kier. A bargain.â
Azrielâs grip tightened slightly on Knox, but he kept his expression neutral. âYeah.â
Cassian shot him a sharp look. âAnd you knew? How long?â
Azriel sighed. "A while."
Rhys crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. âYou didnât think to tell us? Youâve been hiding this from us the entire time?â
âIt wasnât my secret to tell,â Azriel said coldly, meeting Rhysâs gaze now. "And itâs more complicated than you think."
Cassian scoffed. "Complicated how? Sheâs tied to Kierâs pleasure house. Why?"
Azriel shifted Knox in his arms, trying to stay calm. "It started when she was seventeen. Her best friend killed someone in self-defense. The Hewn City is split between the elite and the ones trying to survive. YN was part of the latter. Her family had nothing."
Rhysâs expression tightened. He remained silent, waiting for Azriel to continue.
"Kier stepped in," Azriel said, his voice clipped. "He gave them protection, kept them from being dragged into a trial or worse. But there was a price. He granted YN an education, helped her family. And when she came of age, he bound her to the pleasure house."
Cassian cursed under his breath, disgust clear on his face. âThat bastard.â
Azriel nodded, his jaw tight. âSheâs stuck. She doesnât want to be there, but Kier holds the power. If I push too hard, heâll make her life hell.â
Rhys leaned back in his chair, his expression hard. âAnd youâve been dealing with this alone? Not telling us?â
Azrielâs tone was sharp. âI didnât have a choice. If Kier knew I was involved, heâd use it against her. Heâs waiting for an excuse to tighten his grip on her.â
Cassian ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. âWe couldâve helped.â
âShe didnât want help,â Azriel said firmly. âShe didnât want to be seen as weak. And if you had known, Kier wouldâve caught wind of it. Heâs not stupid.â
Rhys crossed his arms, tension rolling off him. âSo, what now? Youâre just going to keep letting her work there while Kier pulls the strings?â
Azrielâs eyes flashed. âIâm working on it. But if I make a move, it has to be calculated. Otherwise, heâll ruin everything.â
Rhys sighed, rubbing his temples. âWe need a plan. Kier canât keep his hold on her forever.â
Cassianâs voice was gruff but sympathetic. âWeâll figure this out. But next time, donât shut us out, Az.â
Azriel didnât respond, his focus returning to Knox as he rocked the baby slowly, his mind already churning with thoughts of how to protect them both.
Rhys and Cassian exchanged a look, understanding the gravity of the situation, but knowing they had no choice but to trust Azrielâs instinctsâfor now.
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The room was bathed in soft, dim light as YN slowly stirred, her eyelids fluttering. Her body felt heavy, weighed down by the pain radiating from her ribs and the dull ache in her throat. Every breath was labored, shallow, as if the air itself was too thick to pull in. Her eyes finally opened, the world blurry for a moment before the room came into focus.
Azriel was there, sitting in the chair beside the bed, his dark eyes trained on her with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. He had been waiting for this, for her to open her eyes, for the confirmation that she was still with him. The second he saw movement, his breath hitched, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clenched together as if bracing himself.
âYNâŠâ he whispered, voice cracking slightly, the relief in his tone palpable. He looked exhausted, dark shadows under his eyes and tension radiating from every muscle, but his expression softened the moment she focused on him.
She tried to speak, tried to form words, but nothing came out. Her throat felt raw, burning with the effort. Panic flashed in her eyes, her lips parting again, but all she managed was a faint rasp, her voice entirely gone.
Azriel was at her side in an instant, his hand gently cupping her face. âShh, donât try to talk. Itâs okay,â he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek tenderly. His touch was warm, grounding her in the moment, anchoring her as the panic began to subside. âYou donât have to say anything. Iâm here.â
Her gaze met his, and in that silent exchange, a thousand emotions passed between themâfear, relief, sorrow, love. She lifted her hand slowly, the movement weak and shaky, and placed it over his. The gesture was small, but it said everything she couldnât.
Azrielâs jaw clenched as he fought to hold back the flood of emotions. Seeing her like thisâso fragile, so hurtâit tore at him in ways he couldnât describe. He had been terrified, truly terrified that she wouldnât wake up, that sheâd slip away before he could even hold her again. Now, with her fingers weakly gripping his, it took every ounce of control not to break down right there.
âYouâre safe,â he whispered, leaning closer, his forehead gently pressing against hers. âIâve got you. I wonât let anything happen to you. Ever.â
Her eyes welled up with tears, but she couldnât cry, not fully. The tightness in her throat, the pain in her chest, wouldnât allow it. But the emotion was there, heavy and unspoken between them. She blinked, the tears slipping down her cheeks, and Azriel wiped them away gently, his thumb moving across her skin with the lightest of touches.
For a long moment, they stayed like thatâAzrielâs forehead resting against hers, his fingers brushing her cheek, his other hand gripping hers tightly as if letting go would mean losing her all over again.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were glassy, his voice softer. âYou scared the hell out of me, you know that?â He tried for a smile, but it faltered. âDonât ever do that again.â
She managed a faint nod, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. She wanted to tell him everythingâthat she was okay, that she didnât blame him, that she was so damn grateful to have him there. But the words wouldnât come, and all she could do was squeeze his hand in response.
Azrielâs eyes flickered to the bruises on her neck, and his expression darkened. He wanted to kill the men who had done this to her, wanted to rip them apart piece by piece. But right now, all that mattered was herâkeeping her safe, keeping her close.
âRest,â he whispered, brushing a kiss against her forehead. âIâll be right here when you wake up again. Iâm not going anywhere.â
He settled back into his chair, his hand never leaving hers, watching her as her eyes slowly fluttered shut again. Even in sleep, her face was tight with pain, her body too still, too fragile. Azriel watched her for a long time, every protective instinct roaring within him, and made a silent vow to never let anything like this happen again.
She had fought for her life, and now, it was his turn to fight for hers.
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Two weeks had passed, and YN had begun to feel like herself again, at least physically. Her voice, once stolen by the brutal attack, had gradually returnedâsoft and weak at first, but stronger with each passing day. Azriel, however, had been relentless in his overprotectiveness. He had insisted that she remain in Velaris, far away from the dangers of the Hewn City, and had forced Madja to write an official medical letter to her employer, explaining that she was unfit for work for an extended period. He had even gone as far as delivering the letter himself, leaving no room for argument.
Now, YN sat on the balcony of their guest quarters in Velaris, the warmth of the afternoon sun bathing her in golden light. The balcony overlooked a peaceful garden, filled with vibrant flowers swaying gently in the breeze. She cradled Knox in her arms, the babyâs tiny body relaxed against her as she cooed and tickled him lightly under his chin. His sweet giggles filled the air, his small Illyrian wings fluttering ever so slightly in his excitement.
"Shh," she whispered with a soft smile, trying to soothe him back to sleep. âCome on, little one, itâs nap time.â Knoxâs bright, curious eyes blinked up at her before slowly starting to droop, his body going limp as he fell into that peaceful baby slumber. YN continued to rock him gently, her fingers brushing through his dark hair, and she let out a contented sigh.
As she focused on the baby in her arms, she didnât notice Azriel slipping quietly out onto the balcony behind her. His steps were silent, a skill he had perfected over centuries, and he took a moment to simply admire the scene before him. YN, looking healthier now, her hair loose and glowing in the sunlight, holding their son as if the entire world revolved around the tiny bundle in her arms. The sight filled his heart with a warmth he hadnât known he was capable of feeling.
Without a word, Azriel stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her into a warm, protective embrace. YN let out a small gasp of surprise before her body relaxed into his, the familiar weight and scent of him instantly soothing her. She tilted her head back slightly to look up at him, her lips curving into a soft smile.
âDidnât hear you coming,â she whispered, her voice now smooth but still carrying a hint of the recovery sheâd undergone.
âI didnât want to disturb such a perfect moment,â he murmured against her ear, his breath warm on her skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. His hands slid down to rest over hers, cradling Knox together.
âHeâs finally asleep,â YN said softly, her eyes drifting down to their sonâs peaceful face. âYou know, youâre going to spoil me with all this protection,â she teased, though there was no real heat in her words.
Azriel chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her back as he held her closer. âIâll never stop protecting you. Or him.â
YN leaned her head back against his chest, closing her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. âI know. I feel it every day.â
They stood in silence for a while, the only sound the soft rustling of the trees and the occasional cooing of Knox in his sleep. It was peaceful, something YN had rarely known before Velaris, before Azriel had come into her life.
After a few moments, Azriel gently kissed the top of her head and leaned down to whisper, âRhys and Cassian are coming down soon. They want to talk to you.â
YNâs body tensed slightly in his arms, and she opened her eyes. âTalk to me?â she asked, her voice carrying a slight edge of concern.
Azriel sighed softly, pressing another kiss to her temple. âTheyâve been worried. They know about your... connection to Kier and the pleasure house. They want to make sure youâre okay and figure out how we can... keep you safe.â
She let out a long breath, her grip on Knox tightening a little as she thought about the conversation to come. âI donât like being a subject of discussion.â
âI know,â Azriel murmured, his hands rubbing soothing circles over her arms. âBut they care about you. They just want to help.â
YN nodded slowly, her mind already racing with how much she should tell them. The last few weeks had been difficult enough without having to explain her past and the dangerous web of alliances that had kept her bound to the Hewn City for so long. But if anyone could help her break free, it would be Rhys and CassianâAzrielâs family. Her family, too, in a way.
âAlright,â she finally said, her voice steady. âIâll talk to them.â
Azriel kissed her once more, lingering for a moment before stepping back. âThank you,â he whispered, his gratitude evident in the way his voice softened. He reached down and brushed his thumb gently over Knoxâs cheek, the baby stirring slightly but remaining asleep.
âWeâll figure it all out,â he promised, his hazel eyes filled with determination. "Together."
Rhys and Cassian approached YN with a heavy seriousness in their demeanor. The peaceful atmosphere of the balcony shifted as the weight of the conversation settled between them. Azriel stood by YN's side, his gaze locked on her face as he sensed her unease, but this was a necessary conversation. If they were to free her from the clutches of the pleasure house, this was the only way.
Rhys was the first to speak, his voice gentle yet firm. "YN, weâve been discussing your situation with Kier and his... assistant. We know youâre bound by that bargain, and weâve been working on a way to break it. But thereâs only one option that we can see.â
Cassian leaned forward, his large frame looming slightly as he crossed his arms. âWeâve come up with a plan, but itâs not going to be easy. Kierâs assistantâthe man who controls your bargainâis going to be the key. Heâs one of your clients, correct?â
YN swallowed hard, already feeling a pit forming in her stomach. She nodded slowly, her fingers tightening around Knox, who slept peacefully in her arms. âYes,â she said, her voice quieter than usual. âHe requests private sessions. Heâs... powerful.â
Azrielâs jaw clenched beside her, his hands itching to destroy the man who held so much control over YNâs life. Rhys, sensing Azrielâs rising anger, continued in a calm, measured tone.
âWe believe that the only way to break this bond is through him. If you can get close enough, distract him when he calls for you again, we can move in. Cassian and I will take care of his guards, and Azriel will handle him. But we need you to keep him occupiedâlong enough for us to get inside.â
YN felt her heart race, her palms growing sweaty as she tried to process the enormity of what they were asking. The thought of being alone with that man, knowing what was about to happen, made her stomach churn. Worse still, the prospect of murder, something she had been entangled with before, clawed at her mind. The memory of her friendâs desperate act of self-defense still haunted her, and now they were asking her to be part of something similar.
âYou want me to distract him while you... kill him?â YN asked, her voice trembling slightly as the reality of the plan sank in.
Rhys nodded solemnly. âItâs the only way, YN. If heâs dead, the bond will be broken. Youâll be free.â
Azriel stepped closer, his hand resting gently on her back. He could feel her flinch at the word "kill," and it sent a pang of guilt through him. He hated that this was the only option they had, hated that YN would have to face this darkness again. But he also knew that they couldnât keep living like thisâconstantly looking over their shoulders, bound by a deal that held her captive.
YN stared down at Knox, her mind swirling with a mixture of fear and hope. On one hand, this was her chanceâher chance to be free from the pleasure house, from Kierâs cruel control, and to live a life with Azriel and Knox without constantly fearing for their safety. But on the other hand, the thought of being involved in another killing, even indirectly, was enough to make her chest tighten.
Cassianâs voice broke through her thoughts. âWeâll be there the whole time. You wonât be alone in this.â
Rhys knelt down beside her, his gaze soft but unwavering. âI know itâs a lot to ask, and I wish there was another way. But weâll make sure youâre safe, YN. We wonât let anything happen to you.â
Azriel knelt beside her, his hand moving to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear she hadnât even realized had escaped. âI wonât let him hurt you,â he promised, his voice thick with emotion. âBut this is the only way to end it.â
YN swallowed hard, her throat dry as she nodded, more to herself than to them. She had survived so much alreadyâbeing bound to that awful place, the attack on her apartment, and the struggles of her past. If this was what it took to be free, then she would face it. She would do whatever it took for her son, for the life she wanted to build with Azriel.
But the weight of the decision settled heavily on her shoulders, and she knew this would not be an easy path.
âIâll do it,â YN finally whispered, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke. âBut... Iâm scared.â
Azrielâs grip on her tightened, his forehead resting against hers for a moment. âI know,â he murmured. âBut youâre strong, YN. Youâre stronger than any of us.â
Rhys stood up, exchanging a glance with Cassian before looking back at YN. âWeâll make the arrangements. When he calls for you again, weâll be ready.â
YN nodded, though her body felt like it was moving through quicksand. The thought of going back to that place, knowing what would happen, made her feel sick. But deep down, she knew there was no other choice. If she wanted freedom, if she wanted to protect Knox and Azriel from this life, she would have to face this head-on.
Azriel stayed beside her as Rhys and Cassian left to make their plans, his hand never leaving hers. He could feel her trembling slightly, and it broke his heart to know what she would have to go through. But they would get through this togetherâhe would make sure of it.
âI love you,â Azriel whispered, his voice filled with all the emotion he could never quite put into words.
âMe too,â YN replied, her voice steady but her heart racing.
And as she sat there, holding her sleeping son close, YN steeled herself for what was to come. This was her chance to be freeâto finally break the chains that had bound her for so long. And no matter how much fear and uncertainty filled her, she knew she would face it for her family.
For Knox. For Azriel. For herself.
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Older wolfstar fic recs: (older in age that is)
let me know what I missed and self recs are welcome (also as always check tags for each one to protect yourself)
~~~please give these authors love, fandom engagement with writers is down and it means more than you know. ~~~
**And I know older is relative term bc most of these wolfstar are in their 30s I do believe. But. They have more life experience than in Hogwarts or uni.
--orange juice (i've been ready for you to come home for so long) by raggedypond: divorced parents of teddy with one bed at his graduation
-Honey If I'm Not by @brigid-faye divergent post war where remus left, jily lived, and wolfstar only reconnects years later by chance. (Also has a Sirius pov)
---used my best colours for your portrait by @littleoldrachel lie low at Lupin's with flashbacks exploring remus' life
-Looking for Moony by Writer_INFJ_2w1: meet and fall in love birthday party
-Flight of Destiny by @lucigoo lesbian wolfstar meet on plane (Luci also has several others where they're older and lots of beautiful fics
--Aging Gracelessly by orphan_account: texting fic
--the mayors of simpleton by fruity_individual divorced wolfstar get back together, raising teddy
-Second Generation by MsAlexWP single parents, getting back together. The sequel is so perfect too! It's a Nice Day for a Wolfstar Wedding
-the sea is a good place to think of the future by peachyybabe (second in series is mcd but this one is open ending)
-Of Memories and Milk Thievery by moonymoment raising teddy, get back together
--Birthday Blues by YouBlitheringIdiot @blitheringmcgonagall :Sirius is turning sixty and he is appalled...
--Give Quarter to Old Men - @krethes series
--dear your holiness by mollymarymarie
--The Postwar Chronicles by @sliebman10 post canon series
-Vigil Strange I Kept by whitmans_kiss explores effects of lycanthropy
--ten reasons (to go to michigan) by @greyeyedmonster-18 remus headed home, trying to move on from divorce
--Prettiest Star Verse by Raging_queer
-I didnât sign up for this by Moonystoastandmarsbar divorced wolfstar
-Of Protein Powders and PTAs by @squintclover and @tracingpatternswrites rivals to lovers
-An Infinte Ocean by orphan_account raising teddy strangers to lovers
--The Road Not Taken by @mollymarymarie
-extra credit by MsAlexWP rivals to lovers
-Baby On Board by aqua_myosotis
-Of Memories, Bitter and Sweet by MsAlexWP memory loss
**luci's recs
-my love, take care of yourself by littleoldrachel
-How to romance a guy with (terrible) poetry by BayleyWinchester
-Teddy Plays Matchmaker by grow_as_we_go
-The Front Step Surprise by R33sesPieces
**Recs from others** (I haven't read all these yet but wanted to include)
--Just what the doctor ordered by WrappedUp (be aware there is age gap)
--The Lab by de_sire again an age gap
-Till We Have Arrived Home Again by prouvairing divergent post canon raising harry
-The Patchwork of Us by TracingPatterns
-The Things I Did by Lolo_row
-The Phoenix Agency by LupinsChocolatePraline
-The Fall by EuripidesTrousers
-Pages of You by wolfpants this is drarry main but apparently background wolfstar is really good
-Just Like Heaven by the_prettiest_w0lf_star: mechanic Sirius and librarian Remus
-soloorganaas
-impishtubist
***Self rec***
--Memories of You: mcd exploring memory loss
--Through the Years: Sirius thinks about the past and how handsome his husband is while holding their granddaughter.
--DN(R): Lie low at Lupin's era where they discuss decisions Remus made in the lost years.
**also- the wolfstar librarian is always a great resource make sure to give some likes on posts: 30yo and Up part 2 Bring Black Back Back from the Veil Lie Low at Lupinâs Post Azkaban Grimmauld Place
--Feel free to check my other rec lists, as well as the rest of my fics
#older wolfstar#fic recs#wolfstar#remus lupin#sirius black#marauders#fanfic recommendations#lie low at lupin's#divergent#muggle au
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what is the clan's relationship with the warrior code. Because they don't really seem too strict about it.
I just went and copy pasted the Warrior code from the WC Website and I'll put what percent they follow that rule after each one (never actually read the warrior code so this is fun jsjs)
1. Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from the other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle. - 100%
2. Do not hunt or trespass on another Clanâs territory. - 100%
3. Elders and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. - 100%
4. Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life. - 100%
5. A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice. - 100%
6. Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name. - 100%
7. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice. - 90% Was lax for Moor since the clan started without any apprentice age kids, but will be 100% for every deputy after her
8. The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies or retires. - 100%
9. After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh. - 100%
10. A gathering of all four Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night. There shall be no fighting among Clans at this time. - 0% There's 5 clans total around, but their territories are so massively far apart it's really not feasible for them to visit each other at all (like, miles apart - Oakclan is a 2-3 day journey from Splinter's camp). Every clan interaction in the game I interpret as happening with wandering rogue groups instead
11. Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats. - 100%
12. No warrior may neglect a kit in pain or in danger, even if that kit is from a different Clan. - 100%
13. The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code. - 80% ish? the clan is just way too small for there to be the separation that is required for dictatorship effect. It's more like a family where your dad "sets rules" but you know he won't beat your ass if you disobey them, but you mostly obey them anyways bc you love him (Whorlstar is their dad)
14. An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or it is necessary for self-defense. - 100%
15. A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet. - 100% They won't go near or take food from humans - even when Cedar lived near one for a bit, he never took food from them.
So apparently they follow it pretty well? There seems to be a lot of unspoken rules in WC (like don't have kits with outsiders etc. Med cats can't have kits) That aren't on this list, so I guess they're not official? Idk xD I've said this before, but I have only read the first series of books so I don't have the fullest knowledge, but I do feel like with WC-based stories stuff like having the Med Cat get in trouble for having kits or half-clan relationships being persecuted are dumb rules anyways so I'd just rather write about something else
Plus clangen itself has no internal code for punishing that kind of stuff so it's all free game there too luckily ^^
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(TFE) Starscream being a parent to the Terrans
Hear me the frag out - I've been watching the series (I'm rn at the 11th episode) and I'm loving it. It's a good show! I just fell in love with the found family trope, the Terrans are so damn adorable and when I saw Starscream (even when it was for just like 3 seconds) I went apeshit.
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And of course - I need to write about my favorite character taking the role of a parent because I can't just keep with the Hashtag and Starscream father-daughter scenarios!
WARNING: Fluff! Megastar, Starbee and Opstar hinted (yeah), Starscream being a parent even when he denies being it. Headcanons on how seekers act (?) Long ass post ngl
So, imagine Starscream was given the opportunity of 1) Not being locked up again, 2) Stay with the Malto family and 3) In general the opportunity to show he can have a change of spark just like Megatron did.
Why was he given the opportunity? When Optimus and Megatron saw how Hashtag and Starscream bonded after that near to death experience with the Dweller, and the sole mention of either Starscream leaving or being taken back to G.H.O.S.T HQ, had Hashtag begged to not take away Starscream, hugging him tightly and said seeker also get in a defense stance as he held back the young terran, both former leaders finally accepted and, after talking with both the Malto family and G.H.O.S.T (who begrudgingly accepted the situation), Starscream was welcomed into the Malto family's home.
Of course - conditions were placed on the table: Starscream was not allowed to leave the Malto family's territory without any type of vigilance and had to help around in the family. With a few complains and groans, the seeker accepted, smiling as Hashtag celebrated happily.
Aaand from there on, the seeker started to show how he was taking a parental role with the young terrans, as if it was natural.
Of course, the first one to recieve this treatment was Hashtag - the young terran was nearly always with Starscream, talking his audial off about anything and everything. But the seeker didn't mind. Of course, he still made some snarky comments here and there, but from time to time was invested in whatever his daughter Hashtag told him about. Hell, one time Optimus saw how Starscream gently snuzzled his helm against Hashtag's, optics closed as he... purred? And Hashtag was all happy, smiling and giggling at the small affection before she left with her siblings to another class with Bee.
Seekers snuzzled their sparklings. It made Optimus' spark giggle.
"I... thought you weren't one to snuzzle another bot."
Starscream yelped to then hiss at Optimus. "You saw nothing, Prime!" And quickly left to lock himself inside of the barn.
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Next ones to start bonding closely with the seeker were Thrash and Twitch. Twitch started to try and get better at her flying abilities and was often asking Starscream to teach her more - and Bee accepted since, well, he couldn't fly and the seeker was perfect to teach anything related to flying. The young femme terran always seemed to smile brighter whenever the seeker praised her for having done correctly her training and, even when the seeker always procalimed not liking hugs... hugged her back if she gave into her bursts of affection. With Thrash it was different - the young mech terran seemed to look after the seeker to find comfort whenever Mo, Robby, Dot or Alex were not around. And Megatron once got to hear Thrash and Starscream talk.
And Megatron has never heard Starscream speak so... softly to someone else before.
"It's just - I still sometimes feel like... we do not belong! And... and I'm scared Optimus and the others are going to be disappointed in us. That we are going to fail... to our small family." The young terran confessed, hugging his legs against his chestplate, sitting by the seeker's side.
Starscream gently wrapped one arm behind the terran to pull him close. "You shouldn't feel bad for feeling like... you are not enough. It is quite normal."
"Really?"
"Yeah - I've always felt that way back with my old team, and even back at my original home in Cybertrone." The seeker explains, to then look down at the terran. "But, be easy with yourself, Thrash - you are doing more than I've ever done or any of us have done. You do belong somewhere - to earth, to your family. You are doing an amazing job at becoming a greater Cybertronian-terran."
"You... really think so?". And it seemes like Starscream affirmed silently, as Megatron heard Thrash giggle and when he peaked a little, he found Thrash hugging Starscream. "Thank you, dad - I mean, Starscream!" and soon the terran left when Mo called for him, smiling brightly.
Starcream... chuckled. His optics held such fondness it made Megatron blush. He forgot how beautiful Starscream's calm expression was...
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On days later - Bee has been witnessing a silent bonding between Starscream and Nightshade, the latter following Starscream whenever he was going when none of them had tasks to do or anything in general to do.
Has also catched the seeker telling stories about Cybertron and Vos, his original home, to Nightshade and the other terrans. All the young terrans held surprised and awe expressions on their faceplates - and Bee saw just how truly happy Starscream seemed to speak about his culture and about their old home.
And has even seen Starscream aid Nightshade inside of their lab, teaching them new things and do, just like he has done with Hashtag, Twitch and Thrash, gently snuzzle his helm against the terran's.
"I'm proud of you, Nightshade." Oh, the sight made Bee's spark twirl.
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Starscream won't say it out loud, but his spark always feels warm whenever Jawbreaker acts as a small protector whenever Optimus or Megatron visit the family. The terran has seen how Starscream becomes tense and more irritable whenever either former leaders are visiting.
"Can you please stop being a hard to deal bot with and speak with me?" Megatron asks, following Starscream who keeps his helm up, arms crossed over his chestplate.
"I ain't going out on a small walk with you, I have better things to do!" Starscream said, finally turning to look at the bigger mech.
Before Megatron can say anything else, Jawbreaker is already between them, arms wide open as if protecting Starscream.
"Jawbreaker?"
"S-Starscream said he does not wish to speak with you!" Jawbreaker said, forcing himself to stand strong. Megatron was a little bit confused, but was soon frozen at seeing Starscream smile warmly, placing a servo on Jawbreaker's helm.
"My young knight." The seeker said jokingly but fondly, and the young terran smiled proudly as he looked up at the seeker. Starscream's smile disappeared as he looked back at Megatron. "So! If you are done being a dense mech, leave! Hmph!" The seekers turns around to keep walking, not before taking Jawbreaker's servo and the terran happily followed him. Like a sparkling does following its carrier or sire...
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"Daaad!!!" A chorus of happy cries are heard as 5 terrans hug the seeker.
"W-what did I told you about calling me that?!" The seeker complains as the young terrans laugh cheerfully. But the seeker smiles fondly and tries to hug all the youngs as he gently snuzzles his helm against any helm he can reach, forgetting the three mechs who were watching the whole thing.
Oh, to say at least, Optimus', Megatron's and Bee's sparks were in love with the father-children scenario.
Vhaos out!
#tf earthspark#tfe starscream#tfe megatron#tfe optimus prime#tfe bumblebee#tfe hashtag#tfe twitch#tfe thrash#tfe jawbreaker#tfe nightshade#megastar#opstar#starbee
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Moon Knight Fic Recs.
LIST FULL PART 2
Fluff
Plenty of cuddles for everyone
Chamber of Reflection
Birdy
Because I'm in Love with You
Love You the Same
From Dust
Head over heels Steven Grant
the morning after
for all you give (iâll give it back to you)
love you like the sun came out
Comfort
cuddle quota
Just a Kiss
Best day of my life
Frightful
Stargazing
Dyed Hair Disaster
Roses for The Strange Man
Coffee and Kisses
Secret Identities pt.2
Keep The Secret?
sky and stars (AO3)
clumsy
Moments - Part 2
Moon Nights
here with you
Wonât Say Iâm In Love
The Tongue Thing
Dress Up
drunk
"did you bring a jacket?"
HAVING A BABY WITH OSCAR ISAACâS CHARACTERS
Angst
Softcore
Loss
Everything
Comfort
Spare Key
Panic
Resolutions | đđđđđđđđđđ | Aspiration
Smoke and Mirrors | The truth is Rarely Kind (S&M pt.2) | pt. 3
đđąđ đĄđđŠđđ«đđŹ
you know it's not the same | as it was
Lioness â> Moon Knight
Old friends â moon knight
perfect strangers
Bloody Hands
Scarred
Hospital Bed Confessions
Loveless God
An Eye For An Eye
Finishing the Job
Night Owl
dlz ; jake lockley.
Opia
Homecoming
You're my emergency
Stop Dead
âiâm tired of having to pretend we hate each other.â
the break-up
Blood at the corner of your mouth
Deserve
Smut
Too Good to be True
Fit To Burst
where lust ends, and love begins
While We Untangle
Cant fight the moonlight
Keep your vigils on the road
Monday mornings
fire & desire
Where To, Miss?
Gift of Min
THANK GODS (I) | THANK GODS (II)
First-Aid
Series
Red Flags
Moonstuck (AO3)
Moonknight/Eternals Crossover *
Reverence for the moon
GHOST-BLOOD//REVENANT: MASTERPOST
Sleep With Me, Anytime
Make Your Acquaintance Masterlist
Goodbye, My Dear Stranger
My You-niverse
Full Masterlists
obnoxioussmiley's Moonknight masterlist
Bibli0thecary Moonknight masterlist
Charnelhouse Moonknight Masterlist (SMUT 18+)
Bensolosbluesaber's Moonknight Masterlist
Stormkobra-5's Moonknight Masterlist
Blurbs/HCs
Living With Steven Grant Would IncludeâŠ
HC for the other moon Boys reacting to the reader saying theyâre pregnant
Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3
#moon knight#moon knight x reader#steven grant#steven grant x reader#marc spector#marc spector x reader#jake lockley#jake lockely x reader
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Season 2, Episode 20 - What Is And What Should Never Be (Part Two)
Series Masterlist
Authors Note: Part Two!!! If you havenât read part one yet, go here. Youâll need to read it to understand this and the series. Hope everyone likes!â€ïž
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Y/N had gone to work and Dean was lounging in their living room, finishing off Y/Nâs beer as he flipped through channels on the TV set. Dean let out a content, âAhhhâ as he clicked the remote, landing on a news station. âAnd today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424â The newscaster said.
Deanâs heart dropped, his eyes widening as he leaned forward, instantly recognizing the flight by name. âIndianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the victimsâ Dean could feel his fear growing, âNo no no. We stopped that crashâ His mind going back to that day they had to exorcise a demon on a plane.
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Dean was now in front of Y/Nâs laptop, running his hand over his face as he stared, eyewide at the headline on the article. âFlight 424 Crashes. 108 deadâ the headline read. He began skimming the internet for all their previous hunts within the past two years, the words ânine children comatoseâ, âparents mutilatedâ, âgirl drowns in hotel poolâ rang through his head.
Dean felt sick to his stomach as he read about all the people they saved over the years were now gone, as if all what they did was for nothing. This reality was too much for him, he desperately wanted a normal life but seeing thisâŠit didn't sit right with him.
At the corner of his eye, Dean saw the figure of a woman drift in the hallway. His eyes snapped up to see no one there, he knew it couldn't be Y/N. He knows her figure like the back of his hand, so immediately he got up and rushed into the room. The seemingly empty room.
Dean heard something move in the closet, his head snapping in the direction. He attempted to reach for his gun he keeps in the back of his jeans, only to pat air. Forgetting that he's a civilian and not a hunter. The instinct came naturally. Dean then swiftly opened the door to see the skeletal remains of a man and a woman, hanging by their wrists from the ceiling.
Dean stared at it in shock and fear, before he could do anything, he sensed a presence behind him. He quickly turned around to see the young girl he saw outside the college and in the restaurant, a bleeding wound was prominent on her forehead. Her spirit then diminished out of sight. Leaving Dean stunned.
He spun around to see the skeletal remains he saw just a few seconds ago were now gone. "What theâŠ" Dean muttered under his breath, his eyes darting around the room where the skeletons had been not a moment ago. "What the hell is going on?" He repeated to himself, trying to make sense of everything he had just witnessed.
Frustration boiled within him as he ran a hand through his messy hair, feeling utterly helpless. He took a deep, shaky breath before quickly exiting the room. "Screw it. I need a drink" Dean mumbled, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
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Thunder was rolling as lightning filled the dark sky where Dean stood in the cemetery. He looked down at the headstone that read âJohn Winchesterâ with anger, sorrow, pity and a bit of hatred. âAll of them. Everyone that you and F/N saved. Everyone that Sammy, Y/N/N and I saved. They're all deadâ
The anger in his voice was palpable, as he looked down at the grave with clenched fists. "Everyone!" he repeated, his voice hoarse with emotion. The rain that fell from the sky did little to soothe his anger as he continued to glare at the headstone.
For a moment, he was silent, the only sound being the pattering of rain on his jacket and the distant rumble of thunder. Then he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "And thereâs this girl that's haunting me. I donât know why. Y/N canât even feel her, I mean, how can she not see her? The chick feels everything, it's annoying sometimes!â
He sighed frustrated, leaning against a neighboring headstone, not even caring if he got mud on himself. "I donât know why. I donât know what the connection is." he muttered, raising the bottle of whiskey to his lips. The alcohol burned down his throat, but he welcomed the sensation.
It was a distraction for the moment, a way to numb the pain and anger that churned within him. But as the liquid coursed through his veins, it also made his head feel fuzzy and he soon found himself slumping against the headstone, his eyes growing heavy.
He knew he should probably get up and get out of here, but the weight of everything seemed too heavy, too much to bear. He sighed and took another swig of whiskey, hoping that it would bring him closer to unconsciousness.
âIts like my old life is coming after me or something, you know? Like it doesnât want me to be happyâ Dean rambled in frustration before glaring at his fathers headstone. âOf course, I know what you and f/n say. WellâŠnot the two of you that played softball, butâŠâ Deanâs throat constricted as he held back tears.
âYou guys would say, âGo hunt the djinn. Hey, it put you here, it could put you backââ Dean said bitterly. ââYour happiness for all those peopleâs lives. No contest right?ââ Dean further quoted his father and F/N. Dean took a shaky breath, his vision growing hazy as the alcohol continued to take its toll on him.
He knew he was rambling, but the words just kept pouring out of him, fueled by the mixture of anger, sadness and confusion. "I just... I just donât get it" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, âBut why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?!â Dean exclaimed, his heart clenching as the tears flowed freely down his cheeks.
âWhat about us, huh?! What? Momâs not supposed to live her life. Me and Sammy arenât supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?! Itâs-â The words died in his throat again, so he brought the bottle to his lips.
The whiskey burned as it traveled down his throat, but he didn't care. The pain from the burn dulled the emotional pain that threatened to consume him. He slouched further down against the headstone, the bottle clutched tightly in his hand.
His gaze fell on his father's grave again, his eyes narrowing faintly. "Why canât I just have a normal life? Why does it always to come back to this?" he let out a bitter laugh, "Itâs like Iâm cursed or something" He took another swig from the bottle, his grip loosening as the alcohol took effect.
Dean let out a deep breath, feeling the world spin slightly as he attempted to push himself up. His legs felt weak and shaky, but he managed to stand. "Yeah." He muttered, stumbling forward a few steps. He didnât even look back as he made his way out of the cemetery and towards his car.
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Dean woke up the next morning in bed, his head was still fuzzy, a nauseous feeling in his stomach. He groaned, his hand moving to cover his eyes as he slowly sat up, blinking groggily to adjust to the light in the room. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the throbbing headache that had taken up residence in his head.
His eyes glanced over to see the time on the clock, 6:30 a.m.
He heard the sound of the toilet flushing in the bathroom and saw a tall glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol was placed neatly on the nightstand. Dean grimaced slightly as he reached for the Tylenol and popped a few pills into his mouth before washing them down with the water.
The coolness of the liquid helped to soothe his raw throat, and he exhaled heavily. He heard footsteps approaching from the bathroom, but before he could turn to look, Y/N swung the door open, a slight frown on her face.
Y/N leaned against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, "Hey." she said, her voice gentle but with a hint of concern. Dean looked up at her, guilt hitting him as he saw the look on her face. He knew by the look on her face that this wasnât the first time he came home late and drunk, he could see the disappointment in her eyes.
But that wasnât it, she was nervous. Y/N moved over to the bed and sat down beside him, reaching out to take his hand in hers. Her thumb rubbed soothingly over the back of his hand, trying to offer comfort despite the obvious worry she was feeling.
"You okay?" She asked softly, studying his face intently. He nodded slowly, looking down at their clasped hands. He squeezed her hand gently, meeting her gaze. "Yeah, Iâm fine," he mumbled. A lie. âI-â Y/N tried to tell him what she just found out while she was in the bathroom but her tone was shaky.
Seeing the hesitance on Y/N's face, Dean's heart dropped. "What is it? What's wrong?" He asked, concern etching his features. He squeezed her hand again, silently encouraging her to speak. Y/N took a deep breath before meeting his gaze once again. Her free hand was buried in her robe pocket, clutching the positive pregnancy test in her hand.
âI know we talked about it before⊠we spoke about doing it after our wedding. Iâm ready to do this and I know you are too but-â She sighed before slowly retracting it from her pocket, placing it into Deanâs hand. Dean's eyes widened as he stared down at the pregnancy test in his hand, his heart skipping a beat when he saw those two pink lines.
His hand trembled slightly as he held it, his mind spinning with a mixture of shock, joy, and trepidation. He looked back up at Y/N, his gaze intense and full of an array of emotions. "You're... pregnant? We're having a baby?" Tears welled up in Y/Nâs eyes as she nodded, âAfter I left for work last night, the beer made me sick and I puked my life out. My boss sent me home early, then I realized my period was lateâŠreally lateâ
A flood of emotions coursed through Dean like a tidal wave. He gently set the pregnancy test down beside him and brought Y/N into his lap, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.
"We're gonna have a baby," he repeated, his voice full of awe and love. He pulled back slightly to look at Y/N, his eyes glimmering with happiness. "I can't believe it. This is..." He trailed off, too overwhelmed to find the right words to express his feelings.
This wasn't real. Is what his mind screamed at him.
Y/N was more than pleased with Deanâs reaction to her positive pregnancy test. Clinging to Dean for dear life as she sobbed, âWeâre gonna be such bad ass parentsâ She chuckled through tears. Dean chuckled softly, holding Y/N tighter against him. He buried his face in her hair, taking in her scent and relishing in the feeling of her in his arms.
"We definitely are," he agreed, his hand stroking her back soothingly. "We'll be the best damn parents our kid could ask for." All while saying this, he knew what had to be done. Desperately trying his hardest not to cry, because this is all he wanted, but he knew he couldnât have it.
âDo you have to work today?â Dean asked her tenderly as he traced circles on her back. Y/N shook her head, feeling the comforting touch of his fingers tracing her back. "No," she murmured, "I have today off, thankfully." She snuggled closer to him, relishing in the feeling of his warmth.
"Why? Whatâs up?â She asked curiously, tilting her head up to look at him. "Just asking," he said lightly, trying to keep his voice steady. "I have some stuff I need to take care of today.â He explained. "Iâll be gone for a bit, but Iâll be back in a couple of hours, okay?â He placed a kiss on her forehead, attempting to mask his pain with a smile.
Y/N nodded against his chest, feeling a slight sense of unease but not wanting to push the matter. "Okay, baby, Iâll be here," she replied. "Just be careful, alright?" He nodded, pressing another kiss to her temple. "I will," he reassured her.
Reluctantly, he gently eased her off his lap and rose from the bed, grabbing a shirt from the dresser. "I should get going though. I love you, princess." Those words struck Dean to his core. Y/N watched him get dressed, her heart heavy with worry and confusion but she plastered a small smile on her face. "I love you too, charming," she told him.
Once Dean was gone, Y/N sat quietly on the bed, her heart heavy with confusion. It was as if something was off about him, but she couldnât quite put her finger on it. She tried to push the thoughts aside, knowing he probably had something important to take care of, but she couldnât shake the feeling that something was amiss.
With a sigh, she laid back on the bed, trying to find comfort in the soft sheets and the familiar scent of the man she loved.
Once out in the garage, Dean leaned against Baby, his shoulders slumping as the weight of what he needed to do hit him all at once. With a sigh, he got in his car and started the engine, the only thing on his mind was the decision he had to make.
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Sam jolted awake in his bed to the sound of the door opening downstairs, it was way early in the morning, he instantly clutched the baseball bat he had under his bed. Gently padding over to the door.
Sam slowly opened the door, his grip on the baseball bat tightening as he strained his ears to listen for any sounds. Hearing the faint sound of movement downstairs, he cautiously made his way out of the room, keeping the bat raised just in case.
He saw the figure of a man in the dark house rummaging through the China cabinet as he peered from the corner. Sam's eyes widened as he saw the figure in the dark. He stayed hidden behind the corner for a moment, his heart racing as he tried to decide what to do.
He gripped the bat tighter, launching himself at the âintruderâ. Dean swiftly dodged the attack and tackled Sam to the ground, pinning him down with his body. âThat was so easy, Iâm embarrassed for you?â Dean quipped. "Dean?" Sam exclaimed, breathing heavily, "What the hell are you doing here?" Shoving his brother off of him to push himself to his feet.
âI was looking for a beerâ Dean joked, patting Sam on his shoulder. A wave of nostalgia washed over him at the interaction. âIn the China cabinet?â Sam questioned, his brows furrowed as he padded over to the wall to flick the light on. His eyes glanced over to the table to see a box of their momâs expensive knives.
âThatâs momâs silverâ Sam pointed out, âSam-â Dean sighed but his brother cut him off. âWait, you broke into the house to steal Momâs silver?!â Sam lowly exclaimed. âIt's not what it looks like, okay? I didn't have a choiceâ Dean tried to defend. âOh really? What's so fucking important that you gotta steal from your own mother?â
Dean grimaced, raking his fingers roughly through his hair as he tried to find the right words. "You want the truth?" He grumbled. The disappointment in Sam's voice was evident, and it cut deep. But he knew he couldn't tell him the truth. At least not yet. "Yeah. Yeah I do," Sam urged him as he nodded, Dean sighed before coming up with a shitty excuse.
âI owe somebody money.â Sam rolled his eyes. Typical Dean, he thought to himself. âWho?â He asked. âA bookie. I lost big on a game. I gotta bring him the cash tonightâ Dean lied. âI canât believe weâre even relatedâ Sam mumbled, shaking his head. Deanâs face dropped, his heart aching in his chest.
âSam, Iâm sorryâ Dean apologized sincerely, âYeahâ Sam rolled his eyes. âIâm sorry that we don't get along. Iâm sorry that you and y/n/n arenât friends anymore because of me. And I wish to hell that I could stay and fix it, fix everything.â His voice cracked. âI wish I could stay and be a fatherâŠ.but I gotta do thisâ Dean said, his voice filled with determination.
âPeopleâs lives depend on itâ Dean sighed heavily before picking up one of the silver knives from the red box. âWhat are you talking about, Dean?â Sam asked lowly, confusion clear in his tone. âNothing. Forget it. JustâŠuhâŠâ Dean said as he turned back to his brother. âHey. Tell Mom I love her. And tell my princess that Iâm so sorryâ Dean said with a sad smile.
Sam's confusion turned to alarm as he watched Dean pick up the knife. "Dean, what-?" he started to say, but before he could finish his thought, he saw Dean's sad smile and his stomach dropped. Dean turned on his heels to walk out of the room. âDeanâ Sam tried to stop his brother from leaving.
âIâll see you, Sammyâ Dean said tenderly, pulling the door open. He gave the house one last sorrow filled and painstaking look. Then he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. Sam stared down the shut door for a few seconds, his mind spiraling. âWhat the hell, Dean?â He muttered to himself.
He couldnât shake the uneasy feeling in his gut as his worries about Dean only increased. Sam was left standing in the doorway, his heart heavy and his mind racing. He couldn't understand what had just happened. Why had Dean been acting so strangely? Why had he stolen the silver, and why had he talked about people's lives depending on it?
Sam's mind raced through possibilities and worst-case scenarios, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make sense of it. Immediately, Sam fished his phone out of his pocket to call the one person he knew would get through to Dean.
Dialing Y/Nâs number, he waited anxiously for her to answer. The seconds felt like hours as he held his breath, silently praying for her to pick up the call. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her voice came through the speaker. âHello?â
"Y/N," Sam blurted out, his voice filled with urgency. "Something's up with Dean" he told her, pacing around the room in agitation. There was a beat of shocked silence on the other end before Y/N spoke, her concern evident in her voice. "I knew itâ She grumbled, gripping her steering wheel.
After Dean left the house when she broke the news of her pregnancy, Y/N didnât shake the feeling of something being wrong as much as she wanted to. So after over an hour of it nagging her, she hopped into her truck and went all over town looking for him.
âIs he still at the house?â Y/N asked Sam quickly. "UhhhâŠ" Sam hummed as he peeled back the curtain. The Impala was still outside with Dean sitting in the driverâs side, seemingly lost in thought. âHeâs still outsideâ Sam answered, still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened.
"But he was acting strange. He said something about owing money to a bookie and people's lives depending on it. I don't know what to make of it, Y/N" There was a short pause on the other end as Y/N absorbed this information. "That doesn't sound right at all,â she said, her voice filled with worry.
âYeah, I know,â Sam agreed, his anxiety growing by the minute. "And then⊠he told me to tell you and mom that he's sorry and that he loves you" he relayed, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and concern. Y/N's heart sank at the mention of Dean's message, a knot forming in her throat. There was an undeniable feeling of dread in her gut.
Sam looked back out the window, his eyes falling on Dean who hadnât shifted from his spot since earlier.
Her mind was racing, wondering if this was because of her unexpected pregnancy. So she tried her best to formulate a plan, even in this stressful time. âOkay, listen to me very clearly, Samuel. You go outside and keep him there for as long as possible. Iâm on my wayâ Y/N instructed him sternly.
"Got it. Iâll keep him there," Sam assured her, his tone set with determination. âIâll even pretend to be mad or something.â Y/Nâs instructions were clear and concise, giving Sam a sense of purpose and a small hint of optimism, which he desperately needed at this moment.
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Meanwhile, Dean was sitting in the Impala, lost in thought for God knows how long when suddenly his passenger side. Sam plopped into the front seat with a heavy sigh, causing Deanâs head to snap in his direction. âGet out the car,â Dean exclaimed sternly. âIâm going with you.â Sam insisted.
âYou're just gonna slow me down." Dean growled. âTough!â Sam sassed. "This is dangerous and you could get hurt!" Dean shouted. âYeah. And so could you, Dean!â Sam shouted back. Dean was still trying to find a comeback when they suddenly heard the sound of screeching tires.
Their heads whipped around to see Y/N's truck coming to a stop a few yards back from the Impala. Y/N quickly jumped out and sprinted over to them. "What's going on?" Y/N asked breathlessly as she yanked the backdoor open, her wide eyes fixing on Dean with concern.
Dean was taken aback by her sudden appearance, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt seeing her there. "You shouldn't be here," he muttered, struggling against his own desire to reach out and hold her close.
"I donât care. Sam told me everything. Whatever stupid thing youâre about to do, youâre not doing it alone. And thatâs that," Y/N asserted firmly. Sam exchanged a knowing glance with her, silently impressed by her determination. Deanâs eyes narrowed as he looked at her, a mix of annoyance and affection.
He knew better than to argue with her once she had her mind set on something. Whether this was really her or not, heâs pretty sure every version of her would fight his stubbornness if she needed to.
His eyes glanced between Sam and Y/N with shock, he could understand why she would be so stubborn, but not Sam. If they werenât close here, if Dean was so horrible that Sam wanted nothing to do with him, why would Sam stick his neck out for him?
âI donât understand. Why are you doing this?â Dean asked Sam in confusion. He sighed deeply, tearing his eyes away to face the windshield. âBecause youâre still my brother,â Sam muttered. A small smile tugged at Y/Nâs lips as she placed a hand on her stomach.
The two words stung Dean, cutting deep into his heart. âStill my brother.' His eyes glanced down to Y/N's stomach as she subconsciously placed her hand on it. His heart thumped painfully in his chest, knowing that he would never get to experience that with her.
"Bitch." he smirked at the two, Samâs brows furrowed in offense as Y/N smiled. âWhat are you calling me a bitch for?â Sam stuttered, Y/N let out a snort of amusement. âYouâre supposed to say, âjerkââ Samâs brows furrowed again. "What?â Sam muttered under his breath as Y/N snickered, Dean rolled his eyes before putting the Impala in drive.
âNevermindâ He huffed. Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder from the backseat, âAsshatâ She shot at with a grin. Dean chuckled under his breath in amusement, his chest swelling with the familiarity, âNutcaseâ
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Y/N was half asleep in the backseat, her hand resting right over her stomach, lazily tracing circles around the navel through her shirt. She tried to focus on getting a somewhat proper rest having been on the road for more than 12 hours. The hum of Babyâs engine was the only sound that echoed through their ears.
Deanâs eyes landed on Y/N through the rearview mirror, the painful ache in his chest resurfaced as he watched Y/N trace her navel, gently caressing her own stomach, almost as if she was comforting their unborn child before it was even in this world yet.
He wanted so badly to just reach over and do the same, he always knew sheâd make a great mother, even if y/n wouldnât admit it to herself. But he had to pull himself away from that nagging feeling. The voice at the back of his head that was begging him to be selfish for once. He had to focus. He had a mission.
âWhatâs in the bag?â Sam broke the silence, pointing to the brown paper bag laying next to Dean. Y/N cracked open one of her eyes, âNothingâ Dean huffed, focusing his gaze on the empty dark road. âNothing?â Sam sassed, âYeah, nothingâ Dean snapped back. âJust open the damn bag, I donât wanna hear any bickeringâ Y/N grumbled in annoyance.
Sam scoffed before picking up the back. âFineâ He said, âFineâ Y/N mocked back, earning a glare from him. âYou donât wanna do thatâ Dean snorted. âOh, really?â Sam sassed again as he reached into the bag, pulling out a container of lambâs blood. Y/N gasped theratically as Sam did this, his own eyes widening with shock.
âWhat the fuck is that?!â Y/N exclaimed, pushing herself up in the backseat. âBloodâ Dean shrugged, both Sam and Y/Nâs eyes twitched at him. âYeah, we can see that itâs blood, Dean! What the hell is it doing here?!â Sam shouted. Deanâs smirk widened, âYou guys really donât wanna knowâ He snorted.
âNo, we really do wanna know! We really really do wanna know!â Y/N yelled, crossing her arms over her chest. Dean sighed, shaking his head. âYeah, well, yâall are gonna find out sooner or laterâ He sighed, âI needed a silver knife dipped in lambâs bloodâ Dean explained casually.
The car fell silent, he craned his head to see Sam and Y/N staring back at him with wide eyes, jaws practically touching the floorboards. Dean had to hold back himself from laughing at their faces, the look they had was hysterical.
âYou needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why!?â Sam exclaimed. âBecause thereâs this creature, a djinn, and I have to hunt itâ Dean stated. Sam and Y/Nâs faces dropped, âI let an insane man impregnate meâ Y/N muttered to herself, her voice going up and octave as she threw herself back into the seat, looking around in disbelief.
âOkayâŠstop the car..â Sam began calmly, âI know how it soundsâ Dean shot back. âGreat. JustâŠ.stop the carâ Sam tried again, y/n was still staring out the car in disbelief, her jaw hanging. âItâs the truth, guys. There are things out there in the dark. There are bad things. There are nightmare thingsâ Dean insisted, Y/Nâs eyes snapped over to him as he continued.
âPeople have to be saved, if we donât save them, then nobody will,â Dean said determinedly. Sam and Y/N could feel their heads spinning, trying to make sense of what Dean was saying while still trying to process his previous statement about the silver knife. "You're telling us there's some monster out there you want to hunt?" Y/N asked disbelievingly. "Yeah" Dean said as if it was obvious.
"And you need a silver knife dipped in blood to do it?" She continued, her eyes never leaving his. "Uh-huh" Dean confirmed nonchalantly, his focus still on the road. Sam and Y/N shared a disheveled look. She decided she had had enough, pushing herself over from the backseat and into the middle of the two Winchester boys as Dean drove.
âYouâve gotta be losing it,â Y/N declared, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and disbelief. âAnd you canât just go and hunt some âdjinnâ that supposedly exists, you have no business getting yourself tangled up in something crazy like that!â She cried.
Dean shot her a quick side glance before returning his focus back on the road, âItâs not a âsupposedlyâ thing. These things are realâ He stated matter-of-factly. Y/N shook her head in disbelief, her eyes wide, âYouâre insaneâ she muttered.
âLook, man, we wanna help you, alright. We really do but youâre having some kind of psychotic breakdown soâŠâ Sam chimed in, attempting to fish his phone out of his pocket. âI wishâ Dean muttered. âBabyâŠâ Y/N said to him tenderly. Deanâs hands tightened around the steering wheel at the soft tone, the nickname making his chest ache with yearning.
He briefly closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts. âSave the pet namesâŠyou donât mean it like thatâ he huffed under his breath, opening his eyes as Sam dialed a number on his phone. Y/N physically flinched at his harsh tone as he rolled down the window and snatched Samâs phone out of his hand before tossing it out of the window.
âWhat the fuck was that, Dean?! That was my phone!!â Sam exclaimed, whipping his head around in shock. Y/Nâs mouth dropped, âYou just threw his fucking phone out of the window!â She gasped. Dean ignored them both, his gaze fixated on the road ahead, âIâm not going to a rubber room Sammy and y/n/n, and we got work to doâ Dean said calmly.
âWe were just trying to help you out, Dean!â Sam shouted. âWe donât want you to get hurt!â Y/N added, tears brimming in her eyes. That made Dean know for sure this wasnât his girl, because as much as she was a crybaby for sad movies and cute animal videos, she wasnât so easy to break. âWhat, you two protect me?â Dean snorted in amusement.
âYeah!â Sam and Y/N exclaimed in unison. âOh, thatâs hilariousâ Dean chuckled sarcastically, turning back to face the road. âWhy donât you twojust sit tight and try not to get us all killed?â Dean demanded before turning on the radio. Lynyrd Skynyrdâs âSaturday Night Specialâ began booming through the Impalaâs deck again.
Sam and Y/N sat back in their seats, speechless after being chewed out by Dean. They exchanged a look before facing the windshield again, both of their minds swirling with thoughts as Deanâs music blared through the stereo. Y/Nâs hands slid down to her stomach, gently caressing the skin where their unborn child was growing inside of her.
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The Impala pulled up to the familiar warehouse, Sam was passed out in the backseat, snoring rather heavily. After almost accidentally punching Y/N in his sleep, once again, she shunned Sam to the backseat, leaving an unconscious Y/N in the front seat. Her head was nestled in Deanâs lap, using his thighs as a makeshift pillow.
Deanâs hand moved down to Y/Nâs hair, his fingers gently stroking the strands. The aching feeling in his chest increased every time he looked down at her sleeping form. His eyes scanned each detail on her face, the curve of her lips, everything.
It has been a long time since he had seen her look so peaceful, she seemed so relaxed and calm as she slept. It was a sharp contrast the way she usually was; stressed, anxious, worried and overthinking about everything.
Dean sighed heavily before fishing his flashlight from his jacket, shining it in both Sam and Y/Nâs faces. A wide grin playing on his lips. Samâs eyebrows crinkled together as the light shined in his face, his eyes fluttering open as he groaned. âWhaââ He muttered, confusion written all over his face. Y/N on the other hand, let out a loud whine.
Twisting in Deanâs lap to face his stomach before shoving her face into his shirt in order to block the bright light. âRise and shine, sleeping beauty and sasquatchâ Dean chuckled, shifting in the seat. Sam grumbled incoherently, rubbing the sleep out from his eyes. âWhere are we?â He mumbled, still trying to wake himself up.
Y/N remained pressed against Deanâs stomach, trying to fall back into her semi-comprehensive state of sleep. âWell, weâre not in Kansas anymore,â Dean replied with a light chuckle. This made Y/N shoot up from her place in his lap. Dean chuckled again at her reaction, a smirk on his face as he turned off the flashlight.
She narrowed her eyes at him before glaring at Sam, who in turn, gave her a small sheepish smile. She huffed in annoyance before looking out the window. Y/Nâs eyes flickered over to the warehouse, the air of the cold night wafted through the open windows, Deanâs body heat couldnât keep her warm anymore. She shivered slightly, bringing her hands up to wrap her arms around herself.
âWeâre in Illinoisâ Dean answered Samâs previous question. âAnd you think somethingâs there?â Y/Nâs voice was thick with sleep as she asked. âI know it isâ Dean said firmly, his eyes narrowed at the building with determination. Sam and Y/N exchanged a nervous look before turning back to him.
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The trio all held their own flashlights up, the abandoned warehouse/ruins Dean remembered he was attacked by the Djinn was exactly the way it was. Thunder clapped outside, bellowing through the dark hall as lightning filled the sky.
Dean led the way, his footsteps echoed through the abandoned hallway as they walked. Y/N stuck by his side while Sam followed behind them. She was starting to get a bad feeling, the warehouse was dark, cold and damp. So instinctively, she reached for her fiancĂ©âs hand, interlocking their fingers together.
âSee? Thereâs nothing here, Deanâ Sam insisted. âLook, our parents are gonna be worried sick about us, babe. Come on, letâs just goâ Y/N pleaded with Dean. Dean gritted his teeth, his grip on Y/Nâs hand tightened slightly. âShhâ he hissed. Sam and Y/N exchanged another nervous look, stopping in their tracks when they heard the sounds of a girl crying. âWhat the fuck is that?â Sam gasped.
âBoth of you, stay behind me and keep your mouths shutâ Dean instructed them, his voice laced with authority as he let go of Y/Nâs hand, using his body to cover her. His free hand instinctively went to shield her belly. They both nodded, falling behind him as he moved forward. The crying got louder with every step they took.
Sam and Y/Nâs eyes went as wide as saucers when their eyes landed on the decomposing corpses of a man and a woman. The same ones Dean saw back at his âhouseâ. Y/N brought a hand to her mouth, a sick churning in her stomach at the sight of the dead bodies. The urge to puke was poking at her as Dean kept his face stoic, the confirmation that none of this was real was creeping up on him and it devastated him.
âWhat the fuck?â Sam gasped again, swallowing thickly as Deanâs eyes flicked over to a young girl who was tied up by her wrists. She had a large gash in her throat, her skin looked dirty, as though she hadnât bathed in months. But she still looked somewhat alive, his eyes piercing into Deanâs.
It was the girl that was haunting him. Dean moved closer to the girl as Y/N reached over to grip Samâs shoulder, trying to hold up her balance. The urge to puke was growing stronger. âDean, waitâŠâ Y/N mumbled, her words almost incoherent with the bile threatening to rise up her throat. He didnât listen, only moved forward.
The girl was staring back at him, her eyes bloodshot and dark. âDean, donâtâ Sam spoke up, watching the scene unfold. But Dean still didnât listen, he went straight up to the girl, crouching down to her. She tilted her head to the side, as if to study him. âItâs her,â Dean gasped as the realization hit him.
It confused them how Dean knew this girl, but they still felt the need to help her. For Y/N, seeing the young girl in such a state brought out the maternal instincts she never knew she had. âDean, whatâs going on?â She asked urgently, attempting to reach over to untie the girl, along with Sam. But Dean stopped them, âShhhâ He hushed them when he heard footsteps.
Quickly and quietly, they all hid behind a large tank as the Djinn entered the room. The young girl was shaking as the heavily tattooed creature padded over to her, âWhereâs my dad? I donât know.â The young girl sobbed, her voice absolutely desperate and broke. The Djinn didnât answer, he just inched towards the girl whose feet were hanging slightly off the ground.
âNo. Donât. No. Whereâs my dad?â She pleaded weakly as she tried to shuffle away but it was no use. The djinn brought his hand up to her face, placing his fingertips to the sobbing girlâs face, âSleepâ He said, his fingers lighting a small glow of white before fully expanding into a large dark blue light. The girl shivered in his touch, âSleepâŠâ He said again, caressing her cheek.
The girl soon fell unconscious as the Djinn placed a sickening kiss on her cheek before unhooking the saline bag that was hanging on an IV stand. He then brought the bloodied thin clear hose to his mouth, ingesting her blood.
Y/N felt sick to her stomach, her throat closing up at the scene unfolding in front of her. She wanted to look away, but she couldnât, it was like she was completely frozen, not able to move or break her view from the girl.
Sam wasnât faring much better, a visible shiver shot through him at the sight. His head felt like it was spinning when the djinn started feeding off the girl, his eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly parted.
Dean, on the other hand, had never felt so angry. His body was tense and his jaw clenched.
Y/N couldnât hold it back anymore, the bile in her throat built up and she immediately let chunks blew all over Samâs shoes, causing the younger Winchester to gag in disgust as both the scene unfolding and the sight of the djinn drinking the girlâs blood.
âAgh, Jesus!â Sam hissed, lowly. But it seemed like the djinn didnât notice, itâs back was turned and it was still in the middle of feeding. But Dean caught the sound of Samâs gag and Y/Nâs heaving, he shot the pair a glare and held his finger up to his lips, signaling them to stay quiet.
The djinn finally finished feeding, letting out a satisfied moan as it pulled the hose out of its mouth. A chilling smile crept across its lips as it left the room. âThis is real? Youâre not crazy?â Y/N began to hyperventilate along with Sam as she wiped her mouth, buckling over as a pain struck at her stomach.
âShe didnât know where she was. She thought she was with her fatherâ Dean muttered, the wheels turning in his head. The boys then stepped out from behind the tank, moving closer to the girl. Sam held up a weak Y/N, his arm draping around her midsection as Dean clenched his fists.
âWhat if thatâs what the Djinn does? It doesnât grant you a wish. I just- it makes you think you hasâ Dean swallowed harshly. He was hoping that somehow, someway, it couldâve just been a super fucked up wish. And he couldâve fixed his relationships with his family. Finally get on F/Nâs good side. Be a better brother, be a better fiancĂ©âŠ.be a better father.
âLook man, that thing can come back, alright? And we need to get Y/N to a hospital, sheâs weakâ Sam pleaded with Dean as Y/Nâs head tumbled on his shoulder. But Dean didnât hear him, all he heard was a ringing in his ears, his head snapping to the other side of the room where a light shone over head.
Dean slowly stepped closer to the light, flashes of his own body hanging from a ceiling filled his vision. Causing the elder Winchester to choke on his own spit, his throat constricted as air refused to enter his lungs. âDean, baby. Pleaseâ Y/Nâs weak voice pleaded with him. âWhat if Iâm like her?â Dean finally let himself say out loud. âWhat if Iâm tied up in here some place? What if all this is in my head?â
Part of him knew, that voice nagging him at the back of his head knew. âI mean, it could, you knowâŠmaybe give us some kind of supernatural acid and then just feeds on us slow,â Dean muttered as he studied the girlâs face. Samâs jaw dropped at Deanâs words, his brain going into overthinking mode, he was about to say something but stopped when he heard a low whimper come from Y/N.
Her head was heavy on his shoulder. âNo, Dean, that doesnât make sense, okay,â Sam gaped. Y/Nâs weak eyes flickered to Dean once more, her breath was slightly ragged and labored from when she had puked. âPleaseâ Y/N croaked, clinging onto Sam. Dean turned to face them.
âWhat if thatâs why she keeps appearing to me? Sheâs not a spirit. Itâs like more and more Iâm catching reality flashes. You know? like Iâm in here somewhere, Iâm catatonic. Iâm taking all this stuff in but I canât snap out of itâ Dean put the pieces together.
Y/N, weak as she was, peeled herself from Sam and forced herself to walk over to Dean, her legs were shaking and it was hard to keep herself standing upright But she reached out for him, her hand landing on his arm. âDeanâ She gasped. âLook, youâre right. We were wrong, youâre not crazy. But please, we need to get out of here. Fast.â She pleaded, her words coming out thick and choked, trying not to puke again.
Y/N ran her hands up the back of his neck but it made Dean feel sick rather than safe. Dean narrowed his eyes at her, clenching his jaw before roughly pushing her off. Luckily, Sam caught her before she could hit the ground. Y/N and Sam both went wide-eyed at Deanâs sudden roughness. Y/Nâs face crumbled, her expression filled with hurt as her eyes began to water. âDean?â She whispered, her voice so fragile.
But Deanâs face was hard and emotionless, his eyes darkened as he stared back at her. âWhat the fuck man?! Sheâs pregnant!â Sam exclaimed as he carefully helped Y/N back onto her feet, his arms held protectively around her. âI donât think youâre realâ Dean gaped, feeling as though he had been shot in the heart. âI donât think either of you are real.â Dean shook his head, slowly backing away from them.
Y/N let out a choked sob, her bottom lip quivered, the urge to keep herself together was getting weaker. Her head fell into her hand while Sam looked ready to punch some sense into his brotherâs head.
He gritted his teeth before helping Y/N to lean on something before storming over to his brother, shaking his roughly. âDid you feeling that? You feel this? Iâm real! Y/N is real and so is your goddamn baby! This is not an acid trip! Weâre real and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now pleaseâ Sam pleaded with Dean, his tone filled with desperation.
Deanâs face remained stoic, âThereâs one way to be sureâ He clenched his jaw before retracting the silver knife from his jacket pocket. He then raised the knife towards Sam. âWoah, Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Stop!â Sam cried, his hands shot up into the air, as if to surrender. Scuffling over to shield Y/N who was still clutching her stomach, writhing in pain. But Dean didnât believe it for one second.
âDean, what are you doing, man? What are you doing?â He pleaded with Dean, his eyes widened in panicked confusion. âItâs an old-wives tale. If youâre about to die in a dream, you wake upâ Dean stated. Samâs face fell, he knew exactly what Dean was going to do. âNo, no, no, no. Thatâs crazy, alright?!â He protested. âMaybeâ Dean shrugged.
Y/Nâs head perked up, her eyes widened at Deanâs words as she finally understood what he was about to do. âDean, no, donât!â She shouted as Sam used his arm to stop her from approaching Dean. âYouâre gonna kill yourself- Okay!â Sam exclaimed when he tried to apprehend Dean but he drew the knife on them in a warning manner. âOr Iâm gonna wake upâ Dean shot back.
âOne or the otherâ Dean breathed heavily. âLook, this isnât a dream, alright? Weâre here, with you, now, and you are about to kill yourself, charmingâ Y/N pleaded with him, her voice sounding suddenly stronger. Dean narrowed his eyes at her, âNo, Iâm pretty sureâ He growled, âLikeâŠ.90 percent sureâ He blinked before turning the knife on him, ready to stab himself.
âWait!!â Sam bellowed. Deanâs head snapped over to the side when he saw the figure of two women, one in a white nightgown and the other in a black. Mary Winchester and M/N L/N approached Dean with sweet smiles on their faces. His heart dropped in his chest as he watched from all corners. Jess appeared, then F/N from another corner.
Y/N was suddenly healthy and well again, slowly walking up to Dean. âWhyâd you have to keep digging? Why couldnât you have left well enough alone?â She asked, her voice wasnât sounding much like her own. âYou were happy.â Sam added as Mary and M/N moved and began walking besides Y/N. âPut the knife down, honeyâ M/N said gently.
âListen to her, Dean,â Mary added just as tenderly. Dean was frozen in place, his eyes wide, shifting from side to side as the women in this nightmare, his nightmare, advanced towards him. His heart was hammering in his chest, he looked like he was ready to have a panic attack. The knife loosened on his grip as he looked over to Y/N, his eyes wide like a frightened child.
This wasnât real⊠this couldnât be real. Itâs not real.
âYouâre not realâ Deanâs lip trembled, tearing welling up in his eyes to say this to his mother and M/N, subconsciously tightening the knife in his grips. All three women frowned, âNone of it isâ He spat. His eyes glancing down to Y/Nâs stomach, he felt as thought he had been shot, once again.
âIt doesnât matter. Itâs still better than anything you hadâ Mary said encouragingly. âWhat?â Dean gasped. âItâs everything you want. Weâre a family againâ M/N added, offering Dean a small smile. âLetâs go home,â She urged him. âBut Iâll die,â Deanâs voice broke.
âThe djinnâll drain the life outta me in a couple of daysâ He shook his head, part of him wanted to be selfish and take the offer but his conscience wouldnât let him. âBut Iâm here with us, itâll feel like yearsâŠâ Y/N chimed in, taking Deanâs hand into hers to place it on her stomach. ââŠlike a lifetimeâ
Deanâs breath hitched at Y/Nâs words. He was torn between selfish temptation and morality, his mind was fighting with itself. The feeling of his child under his hand was so real and it was making him falter.
The tears began to fall down Deanâs pale cheeks, he looked absolutely heartbroken. He didnât know what to do, the women around him had everything he ever wanted but it wasnât real. None of it was real. His throat was tight, he could feel the bile rising from his stomach but he tried to hold it in.
Mary brought her hand up to caress Deanâs cheek and M/N took Deanâs free hand in his. âWe promise. No more pain or fear.â Mary said sweetly as Dean nuzzled his cheek into her hand and tightened his grip on M/Nâs hand. âJust love, comfort and safetyâ M/N added in an urging tone.
Deanâs eyes reopened, still trained on his palm that was resting on Y/Nâs stomach. Both mothers stepped back, allowing Y/N to wrap her arms around Dean, running her fingers through the nape of his neck. âDean. Stay with us. Letâs go home and get some restâ Y/N pleaded.
Deanâs eyes met with Y/Nâs, staring into those gorgeous (e/c) irises that heâll never get tired of looking into. She looked so beautiful, so healthy. It was too good to be true. The idea of her bearing his child, them being parents together, the idea of her actually loving him back was all too good to be true for Dean. His lip quivered as he reached to cup her cheek, caressing his thumb on her soft skin.
âYou donât have to worry about Sam anymore. You get to watch him live a full lifeâ Jessica chimed in. Deanâs brows creased as his chest ached. Y/N leaned up to capture Deanâs lips into a gentle slow kiss. The kiss was long and tender, it felt so real, and it was making this so much more painful for Dean.
He could feel his heart breaking as tears continued to fall down his face, a strangled gasp escaped from him. But Y/N didnât let go. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hand remained firm on her stomach. She pulled away for a breath, her bottom lip trembled as she leaned her forehead against his, âWe can finally have a future together. Have our own family. I love you, charmingâ She whispered.
âPleaseâ Y/N pleaded, the look of desperation in her eyes was enough to bring Dean to a puddle, it took all in him not to crack right there and give in. He stubbornly shook his head, âNo you donâtâŠ.at least, not like thatâ Dean whispered back, his voice hoarse as he once again denied Y/Nâs love for him.
A frown took over Y/Nâs beautiful face, her eyes watering up as the words stung her. âYes, I doâ She insisted, her hands moving up to cup his face so he wouldnât look away, to look her in the eye. âDean, I do, I love youâ Her voice was pleading, she wasnât lying. The words were written all over her face, her heart was laying bare for him.
This wasnât real⊠this couldnât be real. Itâs not real.
It was Samâs turn, the younger Winchester stepped forward and Y/N released her loose grip on Dean. âWhy is it our job to save everyone?â Sam asked in a calm voice. âHaven't we done enough?â He added, the look of despair on his brotherâs face was extreme to the point where Sam was willing to do anything to keep Dean here.
âIâm begging you. Give me the knifeâ Sam begged him. Deanâs eyes trailed the room. They went to F/N, who was yet to say a word, but he had an encouraging look on his face. âGive him the knife, sonâ He finally said. Deanâs eyes then went to Jessica, before trailing over to Mary, M/N, Sam and finally Y/N. He gave her stomach one last look before leaning down to press a kiss to it.
Y/Nâs lip curled into a small sad smile as he pressed a tender kiss to her stomach before drawing back to stare solemnly into her eyes. They were glossy with tears, she didnât say anything, afraid that her voice would betray her. Deanâs eyes softened slightly as he stared down at the woman he loved.
His throat was as tight as it was before, but it felt more painful now. His heart ached, it hurt to say what he was going to say next. âIâm sorry, princess,â He murmured. With that, Dean reared the knife back before driving it into his stomach. A chorus of cries filled the room. âDEAN!â Sam and Y/N screamed.
Reality, 2007
Joliet, Illinois
âDEAN!â Sam and Y/N screamed when they stormed the ruined warehouse with Jo, guns blazing, all armed with silver knives dipped in lambâs blood. Y/Nâs stomach dropped, suppressing a scream when she saw Dean tied up from his wrists, a bag of his blood that was being drained was propped on an IV stand. He looked as pale as ever.
Y/N, Sam, and Jo advanced into the room further, eyes locked on Dean. She felt her stomach twist painfully as she took him in; bloody, bruised, pale. He was unconscious, most likely from the blood loss, he was too weak to lift his head.
âDeanâ Y/N whispered, her voice shaky as her mind ran a mile a minute. Just staring at him was making her want to break down and cry. âOh, God. Come onâ Sam pleaded as he reholstered his gun and began shaking his brother.
âDean, sweetie, pleaseâ Y/N begged, placing both her palms to his cheeks, gently tapping him as his eyes fluttered open. Jo reached down into Y/Nâs boots to take out the butterfly knife she had stored there, flickering it open.
âOh, Auntie Em. Thereâs no place like homeâ Dean moaned and groaned from the loss of blood. âThank God, I thought we lost you for a secondâ Sam breathed out in relief, the pain clear in his voice. âYâall almost didâ Dean grunted, his face creasing with pain as Y/N yanked the IV needle from his neck.
âCome on, letâs get you downâ Jo said quietly as she began to cut away at the ropes. Sam and Y/N held Dean up, not seeing the Djinn that appeared behind them. âSam! Y/N!â Dean screamed, warning them. The sound of Deanâs voice, screaming their names, made the pair of them whip their heads around in horror.
The sight of the djinn made them both freeze for millisecond, stunned. The two instantly kicked into action, attacking the Djinn while Jo desperately tried to cut away quickly at the stubborn roping, bounding Deanâs wrists.
Both hunters tried to stab the Djinn with their knives but it was faster and stronger than them, it dodged their attack, gripping them by their wrists.
âCome on, hurry up!â Dean yelled at Jo, yanking at his wrists. âIâm trying!â Jo screamed back, quickening her pace, the two were horrified.
Y/N raised her foot, high kicking the Djinn across his face (thank you cheerleading) dazzling the creature. He backhanded Sam into a railing, the hunter went headfirst into it, also dazzled. The Djinn suddenly grabbed hold of Y/Nâs throat, a gasp left her at the unexpected attack. It yanked her backwards, holding her in its grip.
Y/N struggled in his grip as he picked Sam up by his throat, attempting to squeeze the life force out of the two. Y/N reached her hand out in an attempt to summon her discarded knife on the ground with her mind but it was no use, the lack of air was causing her to grow light headed, her focus was minimal.
She was losing her touch as darkness slowly crept into vision, her eyelids grew heavier as she struggled to keep eye contact with Sam, who was equally as dizzy. She could see Sam flailing about, his lips moving but Y/N couldnât hear him through the loud, continuous buzz that was ringing in her ears.
Suddenly, Dean and Jo appeared behind the Djinn, the younger huntress buried the knife in the Djinnâs spine. A sickening pierce echoed through the room as the Djinn groaned, gargling on his own blood. Her face contorted with anger as she twisted the knife for good measure.
They watched as the Djinn collapsed to the floor with a strangled moan, his grip loosening on the two, allowing both Sam and Y/N to break from his grip. Y/N let out a strangled cough, filling her lungs with oxygen and trying to regain her breath.
Dean turned his head to look at Y/N and Sam, who were both slumped against the flooring, both dazed. âHey! You two okay?â He asked urgently, placing his hands on both their shoulders. âYeahâ Sam croaked, his voice hoarse when he swallowed. âFineâ Y/N nodded, reaching up to her neck to feel the aching skin where he gripped her.
Jo breathed out in relief as she crouched down to place her hand on Samâs cheek. Sam winced as he leaned his cheek into Joâs warm gentle touch on his face. The pair stared at each other for a moment, both glad the other was okay.
Sam was the first to break eye contact, he forced himself up from the floor, letting out a sigh, his legs felt like jelly. His eyes shifted over to Y/N, he extended his hand out to her, silently asking if she was okay. Y/N looked at him, letting out a shaky breath and nodded, taking his outstretched hand in hers.
Dean then suddenly remembered the girl from his dream, his head snapping behind him to see her tied up the same way he was. His face fell with instant sorrow when he saw her bound state, she was in a gown that was torn, her hair was messy and disheveled, her face was pale and lifeless.
Dean felt anger as he began to approach the girl, his legs stumbling as he attempted to stand up. His legs were still weak and wobbly from the Djinn venom. Dean brought his fingers up and pressed it to the side of her neck. His eyes widened when he felt the light thumping of a pulse, âSheâs still alive, guys!â Dean exclaimed with relief as Jo reached up and cut the girl down and Dean retracted the IV needle from her neck.
Dean cradled the almost lifeless girl in his hands, âI got you. I got you. Weâre gonna get you out of here, okay? I got you. I got youâ Dean breathed out, even though weak, he held her up in his hands. Y/N smiled to herself as she watched Dean cradle the girl, his voice was soft and gentle as he murmured soft little reassurances to her.
Shushing her as if he was trying to soothe a child. She and Sam shared a concerned look however as Jo frowned. All fearful and unwilling to imagine what Dean went through in just a span of a few hours.
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Dean was sitting on his bed in the motel room, reading one of Y/Nâs playboy magazineâs while Sam was on the phone with the hospital and Jo was lounging on Samâs bed. Y/N was making a cup of tea for Dean, per her request, to bring his strength back up.
âOkay, uh, thank you so much for the update. Okay, byeâ Sam said into the phone before hanging up. âThat was the hospital. The girlâs been stabilized. Good chance sheâs gonna pull throughâ Sam informed Dean, who just nodded in return. âThatâs good,â Dean grunted. âYeahâ Sam sighed, settling in the bed next to Jo.
Y/N returned to Deanâs bed, handing him the cup of tea. âHow about you? You alright?â She asked gently. âYeah, Iâm all right, thanksâ Dean cleared his throat, unable to keep eye contact with her as he accepted the cup of tea. Sam, Jo and Y/N shared an unconvinced look.
âYou shouldâve seen it, guys. Our livesâŠâ Dean sighed. âYou were such a wussyâ Dean shot at Sam jokingly, making the room erupt in chuckles. âYou werenât there man, sorryâ He said to Jo. âNo worriesâ Jo chuckled, shaking her head. Dean took a small sip of the warm tea, making sure to not burn himself.
âSo we all didnât get along then, huh?,â Sam asked. Deanâs brows raised suddenly, âWell- Nopeâ He replied bluntly, shaking his head. Y/N sat down next to him on the bed. âAt all?â She asked, raising a suspicious brow. âYeah nopeâ He chuckled dryly, lying through his pearly white teeth, taking another sip of the drink.
âMan, I couldnât imagine us not getting alongâ Sam muttered, the look of disbelief on his face matched the other two. âI thought it was supposed to be this perfect fantasyâ Y/N sighed, crossing one leg over another. âIt wasnât- It was just a wishâ Dean cut her off, his eyes trained on his tea.
âYeah, I wished for Mom and M/N to live. If they never died, F/N wouldâve never told dad about hunting. And we all just neverâŠuhâŠyou knowâ Dean said sadly. The other three had frowns on their faces, feeling the pain they all could relate to in him. It was a hard life they led, full of loss and suffering, they all felt it.
âWell Iâm glad we doâ Sam said, âAnd Iâm glad you dug yourself out Deanâ Jo added, both meaning their heartfelt words. âDean,â Y/N said quietly, placing her hand on his leg. âMost people wouldnât have had the strength. They wouldâve just stayed.â She assured him.
Dean lifted his gaze from the tea, meeting Y/Nâs comforting eyes. âYeah, well. Lucky meâ He replied with a small dry smile, his eyes scanning her face. Deanâs eyes flickered over to Jo and Sam, both were staring at each other deeply. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. âI gotta tell you though, Sammy. You had Jess, you were gonna give mom grandkids. And Y/NâŠyour dad was alive and you were gonna get married to Xanderâ Dean lied.
Samâs head snapped up, an uncomfortable look instantly appeared on his face. âYeah,â He replied awkwardly, rubbing his face. This wasnât exactly a topic he enjoyed talking about. A frown set on Joâs face, she knew about what happened to Jess after Sam gave her a deep dive of his life and she did the same with him.
Y/N saw the frown appear Joâs face, immediately coming to her defense. âYeah, but, Dean, it wasnât real. Nothing that happened in your head was real, nor will it ever beâ Y/N told him gently. Dean paused for a minute, feeling as though he had been shot for a third time.
His heart was practically ripped from his chest at her words. Dean clenched his jaw, âI knowâŠ.but I wanted to stay.â He confessed gruffly before gulping down a mouthful of tea. His eyes glanced down at Y/Nâs stomach, memories of the Djinnâs world were still fresh in his head. âI wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since F/N and DadâŠ.all I could- all I could think about is how much this jobâs cost usâ
âWe have all lost so much..w-we have sacrificed so muchâ All three of them stared at Dean, surprised at his confession. âWe know,â Y/N affirmed gently, her eyes staring at him with a mix of understanding and sadness. Sam nodded in agreement, the pain and suffering was something they all had. âBut people are alive because of you. Itâs worth it, Deanâ Sam countered.
Dean scoffed, shaking his head. âIt is, man. And- itâs not fair. And- you know- it hurts like hellâ Jo chimed in, scoffing dryly. âBut like Sam said, itâs worth itâ She assured him. âAnd youâve got usâ Y/N reminded him softly. All three hunterâs eyes were on him, their faces were sincere.
Dean swallowed deeply, his eyes glanced back down at his tea. A small part of him wished he was still in the dream. Y/N nudged him gently, âHeyâ She whispered, bringing up her pinky. âI pinky promiseâ She smiled softly.
A small smile cracked on the corner of his mouth, a small chuckle left his lips. Dean gently raised his hand and linked his pinky with hers. âThere, you canât break a pinky promiseâ She winked, earning a quiet chuckle from him.
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Authors Note: âyOu CaNt BrEaK a PiNkY pRoMiSeâ oh sweet summer child, just you wait until the next episodeđ (as someone who takes pinky promises very seriously, Iâm already in tears)
ANYWAYS, did I break your heart? Did I make things better? Or are you plotting my demise?đđđ
I hope everyone loves this one! Be sure to tell me what you loved or what you hated, I canât wait to hear your feedbackđ„°
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