#whenever we enter the demon days between christmas and new years

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

I GOT SCRATCHED ITS GONNA BE A GOOD 2024 BOYS

[haloshornsinkstains]

Kisses Under the Mistletoe:   (Formerly) Undateables Edition

I’m enjoying these mistletoe kisses headcanons too much, I should have started earlier. I’m trying to get a few more festive pieces written before Christmas, and hopefully some for New Years (intermittent inernet problems permitting). And make this place a bit prettier.

Diavolo

When Diavolo called for you to visit his office you thought you were prepared for just about anything, after all you’d had plenty of experience of his eccentricities and whims at this point.

So when he started grilling you on festive traditions in the human world while you sat beside him at his desk you weren’t exactly surprised, although the breadth of the information he’d gathered to grill you on was a little overwhelming.

You almost felt bad admitting you weren’t particularly familiar with the festival of Saturnalia, partly because of the way Diavolo’s face fell and partly because it sounded wild. 

As you progressed through various traditions you grew more and more comfortable, shedding the usual layer of formality that being in Diavolo’s presence seemed to make you grow, adding your own anecdotes about traditions you followed personally.

He’s writing things down, and you assume, making plans for some kind of festive celebration in the Devildom. It’s all so normal you let your guards down, and as such, get blindsided by his next question.

“What about mistletoe? What is the importance of mistletoe?”

You blink a few times, trying to get the cogs in your brain to function properly. “Oh, um, it’s become tradition to kiss under mistletoe. I think it’s supposed to bring luck…”

Diavolo frowns, retrieving something from his drawer and holding it out to you to inspect. “Then perhaps I should ask Asmodeus why he gifted me this?”

You’re staring at the mistletoe like it’s going to jump out and bite you. (Stranger things have happened in the Devildom, even if this particular plant looks pretty harmless).

“Oh!” Diavolo beams in a way that worries you. “I suppose we should kiss now!”

y/n.exe has stopped working

“I… I can’t! Lucifer would kill me! I mean, you’re the Future King and I’m just… me?”

Diavolo frowns and for a moment you see your life flash before your eyes. If for no other reason than Lucifer is probably going to murder you for upsetting his Lord. 

“But, y/n, I would like to kiss you if you would let me.” He’s still grinning mischievously but his eyes are soft with affection. “You’re special y/n. And if Lucifer shouts we can just tell him it was my idea, he rarely shouts at me.”

Your cheeks are on fire but you nod, letting Diavolo cup your face between two large hands and press his lips to yours. The kiss is warm and gentle, almost chaste. He kisses you like he’s afraid he’ll break you, and to be fair he probably could, but it leaves you heart racing and lips tingling when he pulls away.

Barbatos

It’s only been two days and Barbatos would very much like to find out who exactly told his Lord all about human festive traditions, in particular who gave him a record of ‘festive’ music. He just wants to talk. (Not that he would ever say this to Diavolo, he is an impeccable butler after all).

You had been roped in to coming to the castle to help with the decorations, but as you wandered past the kitchen with a box of tinsel and baubles you heard a tired sigh that sounded awfully familiar.

Popping your head through the door you spot Barbatos frowning at a mixing bowl.

“Everything alright in here?”

Barbatos never jumps at anything, but his eyes do look a fraction wider than usual when he turns to look at you.

“Perhaps you could assist me? Lord Diavolo asked me to make a ‘Christmas Cake’, if you’re familiar I could use your expertise. I’m not as experienced with baking human world delicacies.”

 You grin, stepping inside and settling your box down on an unused counter and heading to his side to help. “There are some things even you don’t know?” You laugh softly, looking down at the mixing bowl. “It’s been a while since I made one, but I can try to help? The secret to my grandma’s recipe was usually a lot of alcohol though, she’d bake it months in advance and keep topping it up...”

The two of you bake together, and if Barbatos notices the pink flush on your cheeks whenever your body bruises against his, or when he wipes flour from your cheek, he is polite enough not to mention it.

You’ve just put the cake in the oven when Barbatos moves over to the forgotten box of decorations, rifling through curiously before pulling something out.

“Y/N, are there supposed to be plants in here?”

You walk over to see what he’s talking about just as Lord Diavolo walks in with a beaming smile.

“Y/N! Here you are! Oh, I know what that is!” He’s gesturing to what you now realise is mistletoe dangling between Barbatos’ gloved fingers. “That’s mistletoe, Asmodoeus and Solomon were telling me all about it. You’re supposed to kiss under it for luck!”

You’re making up a plan to murder your friends for teaching Diavolo about this while Barbatos studies you thoughtfully.

“If you’ll allow me?”

His voice startles you and you look back up at him for a moment before the words register. You just managed to squeak out a yes before he kisses you and you almost feel your soul ascend out of your body. Barbatos’ kiss is precise and practiced in a way that reminds you just how many more centuries of experience he has on you.

There’s nothing obscene or improper about the kiss, but when you pull away you’re feeling lightheaded and a little weak in the knees. Barbatos smiles just a little before turning back to Diavolo.

“Now, about the cake my lord.”

Simeon

Simeon, unlike the demons, seems to be at least somewhat aware of human world festive celebrations. Some of his knowledge is a bit out of date, but he’s better at this than you expected.

By the time you get to Purgatory hall the place is already pretty well decorated, the decorations lean more towards the religious but you still find tinsel and even a few paper snowflakes dotted here and there.

Simeon greets you as you enter their main common area with a beatific smile and an excited wave. “Oh Y/N, Solomon said there was something I should show you.”

You follow him, only a little wary, Solomon might cause trouble on occasion but Simeon is usually not involved. Usually.

He stops in one of the doorways that you’re pretty sure you’ve never been near before. In fact the corridor behind it looks pretty much unused. It doesn’t bode well for this being entirely innocent, though at least with Simeon involved it’s probably safe.

Coming to a halt he gestures up and you look up towards a sprig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway. Which would explain why it was so far from the frequently used areas of the halls. You smile softly, shifting your gaze from the mistletoe to Simeon.

“Solomon told you to show me this hmm?” You grin, noting the way Simeon’s eyes flick away from yours. “Did he tell you why?”

“Maybe he mentioned it, maybe he didn’t.”

You laugh, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that leaves you both breathless and flustered. For all he is an angel, Simeone seems to know an awful lot about kissing and how to do it so you’re weak in the knees.

“You know, if you wanted to kiss me you only had to ask.”

“But this seemed seasonally appropriate.” He hums, gently stroking your hair.

“Very seasonally appropriate. And I guess we don’t need to worry about Luke wandering up here and scolding us.” You laugh, kissing his cheek softly.

“Ah yes, that too.”

Solomon

Any mistletoe shenanigans are entirely Solomon’s own doing and he knows exactly what he’s up to.

He’s been helping you with your magical studies recently, much to Satan’s chagrin, and this evening you decided to study in the House of Lamentation in front of the warmth of the fire.

The night starts wearing on and after a few hours of study you’re getting restless. Solomon pauses to glance over at you and sighs. He knows as well as you do that you’re no longer taking this in.

“Shall we take a break?”

You sigh in relief. “Please? I can make us some tea.”

He nods and follows you to the kitchen where Asmo, Mammon and Belphie were sat in the middle of a discussion. You greeted them happily, laughing as Asmo flirted happily with Solomon. You keep up idle conversation while you make tea, missing the small gesture Solomon makes with a free hand and the ripple of magic in the air.

“Hmm, Y/N, what’s that above your head?”

You pause, glancing up as Solomon sidles over with a smile. You were sure you hadn’t noticed the mistletoe hanging there before, and it was a strange place to put mistletoe, but then again you were busy chatting so maybe it had just slipped your mind.

“You’re familiar with the tradition right?”

Solomon holds your chin between two fingers, suddenly very close, his eyes studying your face questioningly. Somewhere in the background you can hear Mammon exploding and Asmo talking about romance but it’s all lost on you with Solomon’s lips hovering so close to your own. 

You don’t trust your voice to answer him, but you do just about manage to nod. You catch the expression of triumph for a brief second before he kisses you. You expected something quick and chaste, but those expectations were swiftly dashed when you felt his tongue brush against your lower lip. Any other day you know you’d have given in, but the clamour of voices behind you are a stark reminder of where you are and who your audience is so you press gently against his chest.

“Oi! Whaddya think you’re doin’ kissing my human like that?!”

“Oh hush Mammon, I think it’s very sweet.”

Embarrassed, you grab the tea and Solomon’s arm, practically dragging him out of the kitchen with Belphie’s eyes burning holes in your back.

“You did that on purpose!”

Solomon shrugged. “Perhaps I just saw an excuse to kiss that gorgeous face of yours and took it?”

“No one hangs mistletoe above a teapot! You did that to annoy them… wait, did you just call me gorgeous?”

“Perhaps. Now, shall we get back to studying?”

You were going to murder him one day. Maybe after another kiss though.

[prose-for-hire]

Christmas Angel

[This fic is part of my (super late) 12 days of Christmas]

Pairing: Charles Gunn x reader

Request: can you please do a Gunn x reader one shot with the prompts “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” and “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not”

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Like one swear. Reader really doesn’t like Christmas. Gunn uses the nickname ‘angel’, just in case you don’t like that lol (it is teasing).

You weren’t big on Christmas. You hadn’t celebrated with any family for such a long time. It hadn’t really been much of a big holiday even when you had. You felt a little trapped back home, which is why you had moved away as soon as you had.

It wasn’t even just Christmas you didn’t enjoy. It was winter. You didn’t particularly like snow once the novelty wore off and you were just sliding around and incredibly cold. That’s why you decided Los Angeles was the perfect place.

You had been a little bit of a loner when you first moved to the big city but you eventually made some friends and found a really great place to work. Saving the World no less.

You had told them dryly that you had expected to get a cape at least with your new job but alas you were just given an empty coffee cup that you were allowed to personalise yourself. You chose not to bother.

Along with your own mug, you were also given a few other benefits. Such as a half-decent paycheck; A stake-licence and, I suppose, bragging rights that you were part of the ‘good fight’. Whatever that meant.

But the biggest draw, the thing that got you up every morning and almost giddy with excitement (that you never let anyone see) was that he worked there too. Gunn.

He was funny, attractive and he had such a big heart. If you were a different type of person you definitely would have swooned whenever he entered the room.

You had a fun relationship, you would bounce off each other. You could tease each other, enjoying the back and forth without taking anything too seriously. Little did anyone know, this was your way of flirting.

You weren’t great with feelings. Vulnerability sickened you and you hadn’t cried in public since you lost your mother in the supermarket when you were five.

You had scoffed at the decorations when you walked into work that morning. It was November for God’s sake. Fred and Cordy had been waiting everyone to arrive and compliment their decorating skills. You bypassed them, going straight for your mug. You identified it easily as the only one that was still plain white.

You made your morning hot drink and listened as Gunn complimented the girls nodding that it was new… and bright. That made you smile. He continued telling to them that he really liked it. But when you turned, you saw that they were all looking at you, waiting for you to continue the compliments.

“Uh, it’s y’know…” You said hoping someone would finish your sentence. You rolled your eyes when they didn’t, “Green. It’s very green”

“Aw, y/n come on. We know you can do better than that!” Cordy persisted, she liked to needle you because she could sense how nice you were really. Underneath it all. Which you appreciated but it did make you uncomfortable. That she saw through your front. The team was fond of you, you never really knew why but you did like them you just didn’t really know how to show it any differently.

“I like green” You stated before turning to the stack of files and sifting through them, sipping from your cup.

Gunn smiled softly as he watched you just walking around doing what you usually would. He really liked you. Wanted to spend the entire day with you, the nights too. His eyes followed you around the room. He didn’t know how to approach you, you were kind of intimidating and besides he didn’t really want to lose what you already had. He saw you as his closest friend, his partner in fighting demon-related crime.

It had taken a while for you to be comfortable enough with him to even tease each other like this. Because it was you being nice, he could feel it. Plus, he had seen you angry. It was scarier than the demons you fought each day.

You looked up and he looked away, towards where Angel had just emerged from his office. He also had to tell the girls that he liked the pretty decorations they had spent a long time putting up. You squinted at him, but shrugged. You thought if he had liked you he would have said something.

No, it was one-sided and you were in deep. Cursed to sail the choppy waters of unrequited longing for as long as this affection would last. In fairness, your feelings for Gunn had lasted a lot longer than the liking you had harboured for any other.

It did annoy you at times, the way you waited to have time alone with him. The way seeing his smile lit up your day. His laughter the most-played track in your mind.

You scanned your eyes down his athletic frame, he was leaning against a desk with his hands in his pockets.

You were staring. Again. You looked around the room, where talk had turned to Christmas plans past and future. Angel had caught your eye, he knew brooding over a love you didn’t think you deserved. If there was ever a person that understood, it was him. He raised his eyebrows at you and you just glared, snapping your eyes away. He smiled, shaking his head.

During this non-verbal conversation, where Angel was willing you to embrace your vulnerability and you were doing the most to get him to read ‘fuck off’ from your face (which he got by the way), Gunn had pushed off from the desk he was leaning against and had made his way over to you.

“Hey, morning, angel” He said this to you. He had started to call you angel teasingly. He did this because you thought it was sickly. And, more personally, because of the affection he held for you.

“I’ve told you before that’s confusing when you work with an Angel” You muttered, but he grinned. That wasn’t why you didn’t like it.

“What about you, huh? What are your plans this year?” He pushed on, ignoring your usual eye roll at him.

“What?”

“Christmas”

“Oh, that” You muttered, hoping you had moved on, “I plan on sleeping through it. Maybe drinking through it. I’m still deciding between the two” You looked up, as if this was a really important decision before getting back to the file you were pretending to skim-read.

It was too hard to concentrate with him so close. He had started to wear a cologne, maybe it was an aftershave you weren’t sure, that smelled so good. You wanted to embrace him every time he was close as it was, but he smelled so good. You wanted to rest your head in the crook of his neck and inhale. Land a kiss, perhaps…

You had zoned out, staring at the space beside the crook of his neck. He waited for you to blink before rubbing the side of his neck in case there was something there. He hoped it wasn’t a demon bug that had bitten him. He really didn’t need to be the next spiderman.

“Why don’t you do Christmas?” He moved the conversation on, not willing to part with you yet.

“Maybe you should ask why you do Christmas? What has it ever done for you?” You asked. You were being unnecessarily harsh on the holiday, you could feel it but you had your reasons and you just didn’t like it, “I like my own company, oh and Santa isn’t real”

“Don’t lie, I met him one year” He claimed which actually made you snort and look up. He smiled, pleased with himself that he had made you smile. He eventually went to his own work area, getting into it. The research was boring, but having you across the room was worth it.

He found himself reading your facial expressions over the book Wes had given him. You were thinking. He wasn’t convinced that you did entirely only enjoy your own company. He hoped that you liked him even a fraction of the way he liked you.

He asked several times through December, trying to gauge just how alone you were going to be. You explained the same thing each time, but every time you said it you could acutely feel it getting sadder and sadder. Until you refused to reply anymore.

Turns out, he heard from Cordy that you really didn’t celebrate. You call home sometimes, maybe buy some kind of discount dessert after the fact, but other than that, nothing. Cordelia would usually invite you places for holidays but you were free of that particular drama this year as she was visiting her family where they relocated after Sunnydale collapsed in on itself.

In the middle of December, your true love gave something to you. A brand new, hot off the presses festive moniker.

“Hey, Christmas Angel, how’s things?” He gestured at you with his head as he asked and you lit up inside. You loved when he came to check in on you. But you kept your face neutral as you replied.

“Dark and dangerous, the usual” You shrugged, before realising what had been said, “Wait, what did you just call me?”

“You answered, so, must be your new nickname” He shrugged, a wide grin as he walked off, “Don’t make the rules!” He called over his shoulder as he could tell you were floundering to respond with some kind of comeback. You could feel the mischievous intent from across the room where he was now sat.

You were still for a moment. The letters of the name pouring like sand through a hourglass in your mind. It was only a matter of time with this and you were starting to feel it.

That nickname was dangerous. It had grown on you. It made you begin to soften. You thought it was stupid, but he said it to you. He only ever said it to you.

He continued to call you this, much to the rest of the team’s amusement (and knowing looks that they shared about you both) through the rest of the month.

You all got Christmas Day off. Even Angel had plans by this point, it was now Christmas Eve after all. Him and Wesley had invited you too, you almost told them that you would rather stick pins in your eyes (the conversation would be dead, not just because of the obvious dig at the other guest). But, you chose, in the spirit of Christmas and all, just to politely decline.

Gunn watched you interact with the others, he saw the mask slip even only slightly. And thus, on Christmas Eve he had started to plan something he had been considering for a while.

Christmas Day rolled around and you were staring at the tv, feeling so very bored. You were almost regretting getting stuck in some dusty read-a-thon with Angel and Wes (you were, of course aware that the men could be fun but it was just easier to say this to convince yourself you were better off on your own).

As you considered calling someone, anyone, there was a knock at the door. You frowned but walked over there. You smiled, pretty wide when you checked through the peephole who it was. You swung the door open and there he was.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” Gunn shook his head at you and didn’t wait to be invited in. He just walked past you and made himself at home.

“Gunn, you really didn’t have to-”

“I want to. I like spending time with you, anyway” he shrugged, “’Sides I’m just showing you how it’s done” he added a glint in his eye as he took large amounts of food from the bags he had brought with him. It was all going to have to be reheated but you couldn’t stop smiling as he started to busy around your little kitchen. He noted you really had been sleeping through the day. There was a blanket and a pillow on your sofa and the tv remote had been chucked on top as you went to answer the door.

It made him more determined. He didn’t want to think of you alone, no matter how much you insisted you enjoyed it. The only people you were friendly with was the team and ‘friendly’ was a term that could be applied only very loosely.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m only doin this as long as you do one thing for me” He said, keeping a straight face. You frowned, raising an eyebrow which almost made him break. He whipped out some red material from the bag and started to smile. You started to shake your head absolutely not as he maintained, “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” He pointed at you, brandishing the hat in front of you. You shook your head, trying to snatch it from his hand and throw it away.

He chased you through the house, with you zipping about trying to get him to give up and get rid of the stupid hat. You were having fun, actual fun, on Christmas. You squealed slightly as he eventually managed to tackle you onto your sofa and stop the chase.

You both landed into a heap on your sofa. Basically on top of each other. So close you swore you could feel his heart hammering as fast as your own. He was warm and his smile made you feel safe. Elated.

Laughing. You both were laughing, staring into each other’s eyes. You were so close, you felt your heart start to ache. Nobody had gotten through like this before. Broken down your barriers so much. Made a home for himself within your heart. You had never even let anyone see where you actually lived before.

He took the opportunity, as you were lost in his eyes, to plant the hat on your head. Before you could reach and remove it, he took your wrists and quickly leaned in. His lips crashing against yours. It was a desperate pouring of feelings. Untold and a long time coming. His lips were urgent and loving. Fiery but gentle. This was his one shot, so he was going to kiss you like this was the first and last time he would ever get to be intimate in this way.

He took his chance, knowing well that he could have read the signs all long. But he couldn’t not take this chance. He wanted you. He wanted to spend Christmas with you, because you spend time with the ones you love at this time of year.

His hands slid up your arm, cradling you as you weaved your fingers between his on the other hand. You were lost in this kiss. The choppy tides of longing had calmed, giving way to a deep all-encompassing current. His love, his adoration was pulling you under. And you surrendered.

It was the best Christmas you ever had. The other gifts could wait, the only one that mattered was this. Each other.

[oywiththefanfics]

The Merriest of Winchesters

** Rating - PG-13 Characters- Dean and Sam Winchester, You, Castiel

Let me know if you guys would want a part two! 

Dean stretched after climbing out of his Impala. His back, his knees, everything ached as if he hadn’t moved in days. He was looking forward to getting inside of Bobby’s old house and plopping himself down on a comfy bed. 

He glanced up at the house, as he always did before entering. It felt strange to be here when Bobby wasn’t. He and his brother, Sam, made a pact to never meet here again after they burned Bobby’s body. But Sam was insistent that they return for Christmas every year.

“Is it my turn to put up the tree this year?” Sam asked, unfolding himself from the front seat and grabbing his bag out of the back. 

Dean shrugged his shoulders and mumbled, “dunno.” before he walked up to the door and unlocked it with the key. 

Inside smelled... clean. It was as if it hadn’t been sitting empty for the last couple of months. Dean paused, trying to remember the last time that he or Sam had stopped by to gather supplies--or sleep. It had to have been back in August, back when he had that Washington demon case. 

Dean raised his hand to motion to his brother, his other hand reaching for his gun that he kept in his belt. Something wasn’t right. 

Sam stopped and dropped his bag, reaching for his own gun as Dean motioned for him to run around back and check out the place. Dean would take on the inside, the closed off spaces, so Sam would have a chance to get away if possible. 

Last time he set food inside, the place smelled of rain and mud, seeing as they almost never mopped the floors before leaving. The smell of roses and lavender filled his nose the further into the house he stepped. 

The lamp that sat on Bobby’s desk was on, shining bright as if somebody placed a new bulb in it recently. Something really wasn’t right. Somebody broke into this house, somebody was cleaning. Demons wouldn’t clean. Neither would a vampire or a werewolf--unless they were claiming the house for themselves... 

Dean kept his eyes wide as he slowly scouted the place, looking in every room downstairs before heading up, careful to miss that noisy stair close to the top. 

“Hello?” Dean called out, knowing that he was wasting time trying to be quiet. Whoever was in this house, it was most likely human. Someone wanting to squat for a little while, someone needing a place while the snow outside slowed down. 

No answer.

He kicked open the door to the old room that he and Sam shared once. Aiming his gun inside, he froze when his eyes landed on a small figure standing there, holding up a gun of her own, a messy bun on top of her head, and in an oversized Christmas sweater. 

“Whoa!” Dean didn’t know if he should drop his gun and hold up his hands or keep it aimed at her. She was so small, so fragile looking, he was afraid of hurting her. “Who are you??”

“Who are you?” She narrowed her eyes at him, her glasses sitting at the edge of her nose as if she had just jumped up and didn’t have enough time to push them back up. 

“I asked you first.” Dean grumbled. “Did you know Bobby?”

“I knew him.” She said confidently, holding her chin up high. “He took me in after my parents died.” 

Feeling a little better, Dean lowered his gun but still kept his grip on it. “Dean Winchester. Are you a hunter?” 

“Winchester...” Her eyes widened as if she knew that name. The handgun she was holding fell at her side, though she kept her finger on the trigger as well. Son of a bitch. You sure do get around.” 

He tilted his head to the side, unsure of what she meant by that comment.

“[Your name]. I only started hunting after the devil killed my parents.” She said, almost proudly. A little too proudly. 

It clicked after she said her name, though. He had heard of that name before. Lucifer had mentioned it, Bobby had mentioned it. It was common knowledge amongst hunters that the [your name]’s had once stood in the way of Lucifer and had died, though most hunters thought the child died as well. 

She smirked, knowing that Dean was standing there, trying to figure out the real story in his head. He was confused, he was wondering why Bobby never told him or Sam of the girl. 

“Yeah, that’s the reaction I get a lot.” She tossed her gun on the bed and glided over to the standing closet. She pulled a pair of leggings off a hanger. “I was supposed to die that night. He thought he killed me, too. Poor Luci was too cocky to check his own work and I made it out of there alive. Not without a few scars, though. Bobby found me, patched me up, explained to me what I had just been through, and I asked him to train me, I wanted to find and hunt the devil down.” 

Realizing he was still holding his gun, Dean quickly put it back in the holster and crossed his arms, watching the beautiful creature in front of him pull on the pair of leggings carefully, doing her best not to show off her goods in the process. He turned his head, letting her have some privacy. “And then we locked him in the cage.” Dean stated, wanting to know more of the story.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice carried from down the stairs. 

“Up here! It’s okay, Sam. Just a girl. Get your ass up here!” Dean called down.

She raised an eyebrow. “Both Winchester’s in one place? Last I heard, you two parted ways.”

“Yeah. well, things change.” Dean uncrossed his arms and made room for his brother, who appeared at his side, gun put away. He was panting, as if he ran miles. 

“Who...”

“We’ll catch you up over coffee. Who wants some?” She glided over to the door, motioning for the brothers to part.

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Dean sipped on his black coffee, the warmth making his insides feel better after the scare from earlier. He was still concerned on why Bobby never told them about this girl, about how he adopted another child and trained her. Bobby didn’t like to train, he didn’t like kids. Then again, he did take in a young Sam and Dean.

She poured herself a second cup of coffee before sitting with her legs crossed on a foot stool by the fire that Sam had put on for everyone. “After you two caged Luci, I felt like I had no purpose anymore. I went to Bobby and asked if I could stay here, help him around the place and go on hunts with him, but he didn’t think I should put myself in danger anymore. He begged me to stop, but I couldn’t It’s who I was after that.” 

“I get that.” Dean commented, licking his lips and thinking back to all those times he tried to quit. For Lisa, for Ben, for Sam. Hell, it was the hardest thing to do.

“I had a big target on my back for a while, too. I turned my anger on the king of hell, Crowley. He was nothing compared to Lucifer, but he knew how to slip away.” 

“He does that.” Sam agreed. “But... Why are you here? Now? Why haven’t we ever seen you before?”

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve only ever actively gone to one other hunter before. His name was Rufus, and that was because Bobby told me they were best buds. Rufus helped me out with a few cases before he left me one night. After that and Bobby’s death, I just decided that it wasn’t any good to befriend a hunter.” She shrugged her shoulders. 

Again, Dean nodded his head in agreement with her. 

“I’ve always wanted to meet you two.” She sat her empty cup down and looked between both of them. “After seeing baby photos of the two of you around the house and all the stories. Bobby was so fond of you.”

Dean and Sam found themselves smiling at that thought. Dean always considered Bobby another father figure in his life. Probably more so than his own father. 

“I just... wanted something to be happy about this Christmas.” She sighed.

“Yeah...” Dean nodded. “Us too.”

“We have more to celebrate now.” Sam smiled. “There’s going to be four of us this year.” 

“Four?” She tilted her head.

“Castiel.” Sam jabbed his finger towards Dean. “Dean’s guardian.” 

“He ain’t no guardian.” Dean grumbled. “Just a friend.”

“Ohh.” She smirked. “The angel.”

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Dean claimed the couch over the next couple of nights, seeing as she had the bedroom, Sam opted in for Bobby’s room, and there were no other beds in the house--except for the one down in the panic room. He wasn’t too keen on staying in there. 

It wasn’t so bad having a girl around. Dean liked listening to her hum classic rock and Christmas songs as she did tasks and hung up Christmas decorations. He loved to watch her struggle to get something done--like putting dishes on the top shelf. It always gave him a chuckle because she was just too short but refused to let him help her. 

Things between him and Sam hadn’t been too great this year, but with the extra company between them, Dean was starting to feel the tension lift. It didn’t feel like a chore to speak to him anymore. He didn’t like when things were like that, he wanted a relationship with his brother. They were all each other has. 

“When is Castiel showing up?” She asked one evening as they were putting up the Christmas tree. 

“He shows up whenever.” Dean shrugged his shoulders and put one of the many fishing baits on the tree. “He’s on some top secret mission we weren’t allowed to talk about.” Dean said a little mockingly. 

She giggled. Dean loved the sound. It was like little bells ringing through the air, giving him goosebumps. 

She stood up on her tip toes and placed a tree shaped air freshener on one of the branches. “Next year, I want a real Christmas tree. Like, a real one. I want to smell the pine cones and sweep up the needles every day...” 

“It would be nice to have my own house to put a tree up in.” Dean sighed, not meaning to say that out loud. He didn’t dare let anyone know how badly he wanted a normal life, how bad he wanted a white picket fence and his very own bed. 

“Someone to cuddle by the fire and watch Christmas movies with...” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. 

Dean looked up at her from the floor, which he was sitting on to finish the lower branches. She was so cute standing there in an oversized flannel and tight jeans ripped at the knees. The tank top she wore underneath tight around her waist, showing off her curves. “You know, we have a fire.” 

“And no one to hold me. Who am I gonna ask? The angel?” She rolled her eyes.

Dean felt a tinge of jealousy at the thought of Cas holding her. “I volunteer.” He said teasingly, just incase she found it offensive. 

“Ah,” she smirked. “I should have known I’d get an offer from Dean Winchester. I’ve heard those stories.”

“Stories?” Dean was genuinely confused.

She sat down on the arm of one of the chairs and shrugged. “From other hunters, even some demons. How you pull women in, seduce them, keep them for a night, and throw them away like they are nothing to you.” 

“Hey,” Dean stood up, his face growing hot at the thought of her rejecting him. No, it wasn’t the rejection. He realized it was the way she thought about him. “First of all, I don’t throw girls away. I make sure they’re okay with something short term.”

“Oh?” She rolled her eyes up at the ceiling and sat back, exposing a little bit of her stomach as the flannel fell on either side of her. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not like we can have anything normal anyway. There’s too much moving around... I tried dating a hunter a few years back, after Bobby died. He comforted me, told me he’d keep me safe. He got too attached and wanted to quit, start a family.”

“Wish we could some times.” 

“Be nice.”

Dean watched her for a second. “You know, my offer still stands about the fire.”

[youarejesting]

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Kim Seokjin - lonely

You and Kim Seokjin were neighbours and best friends since you could remember. He was nerdy, laughed a little too loudly and made lame jokes. No one really wanted to be friends with him. But you spent hours with him playing in each other’s back yards and giggling over his dumb puns. 

Middle school you were both kind of in each other's company and you had to admit not only were his jokes getting better they were seriously growing on you. 

You went into high school and people liked Seokjin. He often was swept away by you at lunch by yourself. You got a scholarship to study two years abroad and learnt so much while away. By the time you came back from the break you were going into your senior year of high school. Seokjin has been at a party the night you returned home so he didn’t get to see you. You were trying to spot him as you entered the classroom and stood at the front. 

“Class we have a new student” the teacher gestured “would you like to introduce yourself?”

“Ah I am Y/n” you smiled 

“Damn she is hot” you didn’t see him in the class but that didn’t stop you from looking. 

“Sorry I am late, I got caught sneaking bread from the cafeteria” Seokjin laughed and you knew it was him. 

You looked at him shocked, after class you went to approach him but you were stopped by a group of girls. 

“Listen, we are the Seokjin fan club, he doesn’t talk to girls and if he did get in line” you pushed past them and grinned. 

“Hey Jin I think you are living in a bubble” you called out and he stopped turning around looking you up and down. 

“Unbeliebubble!”

Min Yoongi - simplicity

“This is too complicated, we need something simple, something easy to sing at a concert after all the others I can’t take another dance number, my poor heart will give out,” Yoongi complained from the floor the others were stretching between songs and you searched the song on your phone and hit play dimming the lights. 

“Alright?” You smiled and the small music box style song played through the room. It was a ten hour loop of music box ‘Twinkle, twinkle little star’, you rolled up your clean towel and placed it under Yoongi's head. 

“You got an half an hour to sleep, use it wisely” you spoke but his soft breathing had already taken over. He was out like a light. 

Jung Hoseok - Embrace

Embarrassment didn’t even come close to how you felt. It was an easy mistake, you walked into the wrong room. But you must be thinking, well that’s not exactly embarrassing. Did I forget to mention you walked into the wrong room of a hotel. If that wasn’t enough you got into bed without even turning on the light too exhausted from your late flight. It wasn’t until in your days you tried to hug one of the warm pillows, it smelt amazing. But that pillow squealed, flailing and you were hit in the face repeatedly. Retreating from the bed you were blinded by the light.

“What are you doing in my room?” You hissed, grabbing the phone and called the front desk and he was frozen shaking, pulling on his shirt, trying to wake up fast enough to translate what you were saying. He started laughing and sat on the bed running a hand through his hair as the security came in, his and yours.

“It’s okay, it was a misunderstanding, the man at the front desk must have given you the wrong key, we are truly ashamed of our service and this mix up.

“Hoseok?” Namjoon asked “Sir, what is going on?”

“They gave us the same key, I climbed in bed with your friend. A simple mistake, I apologize for making a fuss” Your head was swimming, feeling lethargic from your flights and business.

“I have called the front desk, they are going to bring you another key ma’am truly we are sorry?”

The phone rang and you could barely stand on your feet. “What do you mean there are no more rooms available?”

“I don’t care where I sleep, I am just tired please, I will sleep in the hall if I have to. I am dead on my feet?”

“We can share a room?” Namjoon said, “She is tired, we will give her this room for the evening.”

“I don’t care anymore…” You fell, not even conscious to feel if you had hit the ground honestly it felt like you were floating in mid air. The sunlight woke you with its warmth, you were on the bed alone. It felt like maybe it was all an elaborate dream, you stepped out and saw everything as it should be not a trace of any intruders.

Except a note on the hall table by the door, “I am so sorry, I wacked you in the face. If you are awake, I would like to buy you some coffee as an apology?” You looked up at the mirror and saw a small swollen bump on your cheek and laughed hysterically.

Kim Namjoon - Pandemonium [Full story] Mature themes warnings on post but SFW. 

If you search the word Pandemonium it literally translates to ‘abode of all demons (or hell)’. Which in basic terms meant home of demons, a name quite fitting for the place of residence for Kim Namjoon as he was in fact a demon. He appeared human of course and very handsome a man must attract his food.

Tonight's meal was you. Unbeknownst to this fact you danced to the music feeling the music pulsing through your body, each heavy bass note shook your heart in such a way it felt dangerous. You had only been to the club a handful of times but you loved it. Sipping your lemonade and dancing to the music. 

It was always a wonderful experience. Even the nights where things didn’t exactly go as planned were still enjoyable. You could ignore other people's decisions, you were here for one thing and one thing alone and that was to dance. You saw him every night and watched him dance with all the girls and guys until he took someone home.

You remember the first time you saw him dancing, his hands on another man's waist, and a sinful feeling passed through you, but you pushed the thoughts away, as you pushed your way through the crowd. Splashing your face with cold water in the bathroom listening to a gaggle of women chatting through the door to their friend who was vomiting.

For weeks whenever you closed your eyes you could see his gazing across the dance floor. You were scared to go back. His first and only attempt to dance ended quickly and when you had turned to face him, he almost seemed disgusted pulling his hands from your body and apologizing before leaving.

Were you not his type, did he not like what he saw when he came close to you. You were confused and a little hurt but that feeling passed and you soon got used to the odd man, he would sometimes catch your gaze and you grew braver and braver to look him in the eyes. Taking a break from your dancing to order a lemonade, you noticed him dancing with a woman very intimately his hands wandering over her curves.

As if he could feel your gaze he looked up and gave you a sly grin, in the multi colored strobe lights he looked horrific. Teeth appearing sharp and his eyes reflected light strangely like you might see an animal's eyes reflect. You coughed up your drink and turned away a hand on your chest trying to clear the liquids you had inhaled.

You saw him in the reflection of the bar as he walked the woman out, you felt a sort of longing, what would happen if you followed him out. Again you reprimanded yourself for such thoughts, you knew he wouldn’t even be interested in you, it was obvious because you saw him almost every night and he never approached you.

“Stay away from that Namjoon?” the bartender said softly “Those who go with him never return”

Things started to get weird when the paper published an article about people turning up dead. You didn’t know what possessed you to look, perhaps just morbid curiosity. But you looked. It struck you through the chest, each of them were faces you recognized because of him. 

You shivered and stayed away from the club for a while too scared to find out if it was true. Did the bartender know. It was a month or two later and a friend's birthday and you were in the club once more. There was no sign of him so perhaps everything was going to be okay, everyone drank and danced, you sat and minded drinks and purses with your lemonade. 

You saw him dancing and sat up, how did you not notice him walk in. This wasn’t important, what was important was he was dancing with your best friend Yoonji. She was smiling while he whispered in her ear and his eyes met yours and you could see the surprise in his eyes. He froze and you contemplated taking your friends home. You picked up the bags and raced over, “Hey guys, Yoonji I think we should all head home” You said turning from your friends group to look over your best friends shoulder at him.

Park Jimin - gummy worm

You left the boss’ office and stormed to your desk pulling open the top draw and diving your hand into a bag of extremely sour gummy worms. Your friend Seokjin laughed, “What did the boss say now?”

“Eunji is on maternity leave, so we have a new team member, she left us in the biggest time of the year, how selfish can she be?”

“She was the size of an actual house, the biggest time of her year, it’s not like she could help it.” Seokjin laughed “but I understand a new person is stressful, so who is she?”

“He.” You scoffed

“I’m sorry what?”

“Yeah the new team member is a he, the boss’ nephew?” You sighed 

“The one he boasts about at the christmas party, the really bro gym rat hetero one”

“I hope he knows makeup, or I am livid?”

“No the other nephew is the bro gym rat, I wouldn’t exactly call myself hetero, I like to keep my options open and as for makeup well…” You turned looking him up and down, he was a snack, freakishly sexy long legs that seemed to move smooth and slow like he was walking around a stripper pole. He looked at you with his sharp grey eyes adorning a beautiful orange eyeshadow. He looked you up and down and saw the bag of sour gummy worms.

Without words you extended the bag and he took one popping it in his mouth, his tongue poking out and swiping some of the powder from his plump strawberry glossed lips. “I’d like to think I have some knowledge of make up, I use products daily”

“I am Jin.” Seokjin laughed watching you “And my drooling friend is Y/n”

“An absolute pleasure” He gently cupped your chin helping you to close your mouth and wiping the powder from the corner of your mouth. “I enjoy sour things too”

Kim Taehyung - Customers

Taehyung was standing at the check out, it was his first day and he grinned at you readjusting the ‘Trainee’ pin on his shirt with a grin. He was proud and you took him through the ropes trying to teach him how to work the till and touch screen and searching overriding items. You also taught him how to use the PA machine and effective bagging techniques. It took awhile but he was actually getting really good, everyday he called for you less and made less mistakes. 

Your opinion of him changed from annoying and incompetent to a kind of cute with eccentric thoughts floating around his head coleague. It was your day off but you had to run to the store, you were dressed horribly hair a mess, no make up. The trip was unplanned but when you got your period with absolutely no supplies you decided to rush to the store hoping to grab some things and leave.

What you didn’t expect was to get him. Where were all the female staff. “Hey, Y/n!” He waved to you and finished serving the customer bowing his head as they left. You placed your things on the counter and he smiled at you. 

“Look” He called for your attention, reluctantly you looked up. He was grinning a huge square smile and pointing at the finely polished badge. “It has my name on it in both Korean and Chinese, see Steel Kim, Big Tae and Be successful hyung”

You smiled at how happy he was with his new badge, how much he loved working in such a mundane job. 

“Taehyung your shift is complete once you finish, shut down your till and you are free to go. I will count it for you and take over.” The supervisor smiled as he walked past.

“Ah you are a customer” Taehyung seemed to realize he was still working, giving you an apologetic smile, “Good morning, how are you?”

“I am okay” You said, shuffling your feet, your stomach cramping. He noticed the items and frowned you paid wordlessly and went to the staff room to use the bathroom.

When you stepped out, Taehyung stood there with a bag in his hands. “I got you these, I thought they might help and was wondering if you wanted a ride home?”

“I am okay, Taehyung,” You said, wincing at the sharp pain in your side.

“Listen, I want to drive you home, you look like you are in pain” He said and pulled you over to the bench that sat outside the toilets and he opened a pack of disposable heat packs and smiled, “Lift your shirt I will put them on for you”

You blushed but complied with his request as he put two on your tummy and smiled “Anywhere else?” You lifted your shirt and he placed them on your lower back. Relaxing with the warmth you looked at Taehyung, features softening. “You look more comfortable, let me drive you home?” 

He walked you to your door carrying your groceries and he smiled “I brought you some snacks and medicine hoping it would help”

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“Sure” he beamed

Jeon Jungkook - yellow 

Jungkook's first university party and it was a traffic light party, the rules were if your single wear green if you were taken wear red if you were complicated or unsure wear yellow. He  dressed in yellow unsure if he was looking for someone or not. 

He saw you dressed in yellow, standing in the backyard trying to get away from the loud noise and stench of alcohol. You were funny and sweet, Jungkook found himself completely taken by you. The way you spoke and danced the way you giggled the way you squeezed his bicep and made a declaration that you were sure he works out. 

He was modest, not wanting to appear full of himself, and he felt his heart flutter. The night was ruined however when a man dressed in yellow appeared slinging his arm around you. “Hey man, what’s your name?”

“Jungkook?”

“Cool, I am Taehyung?” He smiled, dropping the words he didn’t want to hear. “y/n’s boyfriend”

“Oh I am sorry to bother you?”

“No dude, you are cute and we are in an open relationship so like if you are interested maybe the three of us could grab some coffee” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Jungkook raises an eyebrow. There was something about this handsome blonde man that kept jungkook intrigued. 

Soon he was dancing with you, with Taehyung with both of you, and honestly he loved it, he loved the attention of both you and your boyfriend. “Okay sure, let’s get coffee”

You looked up and giggled, his eyes were wide with wonder and his grin was adorable. Taehyung matched him with his own adorable grin and you threw your arms around the two makes shoulders making them crouch from the height difference “let’s go boys I can go something to drink”

[sparklyjojos]

CARNIVAL recaps [3/13]

Today’s recap: Japanese Dokuson Club, or what happened after the explosion.

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SEVEN

10 Aug 1996 — 16 Aug 1996

JDC

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In the last fifty years or so, the new era of criminals has brought with it crimes on an earlier unimaginable scale and complexity. As if responding to the call, more and more quirky genius detectives arose, leading among other things to the creation of JDC on August 9th 1974.

Ever since a man barged into the JDC building threatening to blow it up during the Locked Room Lord Case, JDC has been kept under the careful eyes of security guards. One of them is Nakamoto Hiroya, who always dreamed of being a writer, but isn’t sure he has what it takes.

Being a security guard is an okay job, if it has its quirks. Every guard knows perfectly well that the worn down guy wandering around and sleeping drunk in the lobby sometimes is actually Amagi Hoyuma, a great detective that Ajiro Souji holds in high regards. On August 10th just before 1 PM, Nakamoto witnesses Hyouma looking at someone outside the glass entrance door, opening the locket he’s wearing, staring at it for a long moment, and suddenly breaking into a mad dash out of the building.

Then everything explodes.

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When the JDC building exploded, a young man we’ll call BOKU for now happened to be in the vicinity. He spots three people in suits who place a roundish object in the ruins and leave the scene in a black car.

BOKU helps with the rescue efforts. He overhears Ryuuguu Jounosuke talk about how at the time of the explosion he and Tsukumo Nemu were leaving the underground parking in a car and so they didn’t get seriously hurt, and that their friend Christmas was very lucky to have left on his motorcycle some time before them. Amagi Hyouma and a security guard were blown out of the building’s entrance and taken to the hospital with serious injuries. Pretty soon Yaiba Somahito arrives at the scene having heard what happened; he’s been staying at the hospital, so he thankfully wasn’t at JDC during the explosion.

For hours the rescue team digs through the ruins retrieving survivors and bodies, but Ajiro Souji is nowhere to be found. His secretary Mito Muramasa only mutters in confusion that “the boss disappeared” before losing consciousness and later passing away from injuries. Somehow this uncertainty about Ajiro feels worse than if they simply found the body.

--

Luckily, JDC is able to find new headquarters quickly. A certain man arrives on the tragic scene and announces that the big building right next to them is unoccupied anyway, and that he has already gone ahead and secured the permission to use it from the owner.

For now, the new JDC building is depressingly empty. A lot of the new employees are detective candidates in training that don’t even officially belong to JDC, though are sometimes called the “Eighth Group”. The actual accomplished JDC detectives are busy traveling between suddenly appearing new giant crimes all over the world.

The man who secured the new building becomes the new JDC representative (though he insists he’s just “an agent of the representative” in the time of need). He may not look the part with his always unbuttoned white jacket and nothing underneath, a red rose in his chest pocket, distinct violet eyeshadow, and strangely devilish beauty and atmosphere—but the narcissist detective Yuiga Dokuson is here to stay and rule for now.

--

While Hyouma is lying in the hospital, Christmas often visits him bringing news, even if he’s not sure whether unconscious Hyouma can hear him. (He can.) Christmas is exhausted, doesn’t sleep a lot and apologizes again and again for not being able to protect Kasumi Fuyuka from death.

Hyouma decides he has no interest in a JDC that doesn’t have Ajiro Souji in it. His resolve only strengthens when he hears about his bad old friend Dokuson taking over. As soon as he can somewhat move he runs out of the hospital, catches a ride to the new JDC building, and kicks open Dokuson’s door startling the new secretary (some plain young man nicknamed BOKU wearing glasses and a student uniform).

Hyouma bangs his fist against the desk and accuses Dokuson of trying to destroy JDC, and says that he should go back to whatever demon world he crawled out of. It doesn’t have much effect on Dokuson, who suggests with an impish smile that Hyouma should probably calm down and get some rest in the hospital. It’s rude to barge in on your old friend like that and call him names, especially someone as perfect and genius and the best in every way (and very busy) that Dokuson is, hm?

Hyouma retorts that there's no way in hell that Dokuson should lead JDC, and even if Yaiba and Kirika are in hospital and can’t be appointed, why in the goddamn hell wouldn’t they choose Tsukumo Juku to be the new representative? Instead of an answer, BOKU shows Hyouma a strange fax message.

I am going to murder Tsukumo Juku within the current century.

Nobody can stop it.

Tsukumo Jaki

The fax was received by JDC immediately before the explosion. From what they have gathered so far, the message had been sent from a random video rental store by an androgynous person wearing denim, sunglasses and a baseball cap. It sure brings memories from that time they got the Locked Room Lord’s fax a few years ago.

BOKU explains the situation, going a little into the past.

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On the day of the explosion, Dokuson found a new building for JDC and announced himself the new (agent of the) representative, because clearly he’s the best fit out of everyone present, isn't that obvious? Most others were outraged, but Jounosuke and Yaiba were of the opinion that whatever, Dokuson is a skilled man and they really have more pressing issues than arguing about it now.

And maybe they were right, because Dokuson really took to his new job like a duck to water and was performing several times the norm, which quietened most critics. (Emphasis on “most”—Hyouma is still angry that JDC may now as well be short for Japanese Dokuson Club.)

Dokuson got himself an assistant called Urakubo Tomoyoshi (now known under a D-name BOKU), and by “got an assistant” we mean “grabbed a random college kid from the street and told him he’s the new JDC secretary now, deal with it”. (Hyouma is deeply convinced that the self-described narcissist that is Dokuson is just treating the kid like a tool and toying with him for sheer amusement. Hyouma claims that’s what Dokuson did to him when they were younger, but never elaborates.)

But returning to the day of the explosion... In the evening, Tsukumo Juku arrived at the scene together with Inugami Yasha and a black cat; it had taken them a while to get to Kyoto from Shimane. Dokuson showed everyone the threatening fax from Jaki. Yasha said that it was probably nothing to worry about, to which Dokuson retorted that they’re all being too naive and if they actually cared about Juku’s well-being, they should be more worried, dammit! [Dokuson only ever uses everyone’s first name without honorifics, which sounds especially rude towards someone as respected as Juku.] Everyone else was still skeptical, because pfff, come on, who would be able to take down the God of Detectives? Juku asked gently what Dokuson wanted him to do, and the answer was: “to leave JDC”.

The others were shocked and argued that JDC cannot possibly go on without Juku, but Dokuson precised that he didn’t intend on kicking anyone out of the organization. He just wanted Juku to physically stay away from the new headquarters until they learned who Jaki was or until the end of the century passed, whichever came first. If a powerful murderer possibly connected to the explosion really was targeting Juku, having him around would just put JDC and all of its detectives in danger.

Juku agreed with Dokuson, which made everyone promptly horrified and drove Yaiba to the verge of tears. Juku reassured everyone that he would remain a JDC detective and support them like normal, just from afar. Dokuson ordered Yasha to help Juku investigate during that time. [I love that when Yasha said it’d be an honour to be Juku’s assistant, Juku answered that they would be equal partners, “like always”. A nice callback to their first conversation in Cosmic.]

Yaiba wanted to come back to his duties immediately, but Dokuson shut him down and all but ordered him to recover properly, which, while somewhat rude, actually made Yaiba gain a lot more respect for the man.

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Kasumi Fuyuka was busy sorting documents when everything suddenly disappeared, leaving her consciousness floating in some warm unknown space. She wasn’t sure what happened. Did she die? It’s very possible that she’d just entered eternal sleep.

It’s a good thing that her reasoning grew stronger whenever she slept.

Looking back at her life she was able to realize what had happened with ease. During the Locked Room Lord case, a suicide bomber entered the JDC building, but his true intention wasn’t to blow himself up. That was a distraction. His true aim was to plant bombs in preparation for today.

Kasumi’s consciousness lasted just a brief moment, her last thoughts drifting to Christmas Mizuno and Amagi Hyouma.

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[>>>NEXT PART>>>]

[whaechan]

do you have any markhyuck fic recs?

Heyo! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I went through most of the nct fics I’ve read so far and picked out all the markhyuck fics that I really enjoyed. I’ll list them down for you, w a summary, word count etc. Hope you’ll enjoy reading these! c: (I’ll mark my favourite ones with a ♡ )

Sunny Afternoon - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 8,1k

mark didn’t mind summer, he really, really didn’t. in fact it might even be one of his favorite seasons, but working his summer away in an ice cream parlour wasn’t really his definition of a good time.that is until one day a boy, who glowed like the summer sun, stumbled into the shop.

♡ A Little Extraordinary - Markhyuck (+ sidehsips) - Wordcount: 118k

it’s not exactly normal to have a strange boy climbing through your bedroom window in the dead of night. it’s even more unusual to have this become a regular occurrence.

mark tries his best to take it all in his stride but it all get’s decidedly difficult when a growing crush and a murky backstory keep trying to trip him up.

Summer Dreams - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 15,7k

The purpose of having a summer holiday was to stay up late and sleep in as late as possible. It was not there to be used as an excuse to get dragged along to Seoul with one’s parents to make them look good for a business deal that would greatly help the family company, and yet, this was the situation that Donghyuck found himself in.

♡  Pandorica - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 40k

“Huh,” Mark huffs, pursing his lips. “What can I do to change your mind?”

“Kiss me again,” Donghyuck says, leaning down again. “Consider it your makeup test.”

Courage, Dear Heart - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 5,6k

Mark takes Donghyuck home with him to Vancouver to meet his parents and to propose. It’s all sunshine and rainbows, except they aren’t actually together.

Today, too, the policeman sits (by the busker’s empty pitch) - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 15k

Seoul Police Officer Mark Lee is reassigned to a quiet town, population ~1k. Which is, of course, where he meets the most troublesome (read: annoying) repeat offender of his entire career: street violinist Lee Donghyuck.

Alternatively: Mark is a cop, but who exactly is pursuing who is anyone’s guess.

The Sound of Birds - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 1,8k

Mark wakes up (like he does every morning) to the sound of the obnoxious ringtone he’s set for Donghyuck. He doesn’t know why he expects today to be any different.

♡  Creature of Habit - Markhyuck, Markno - Wordcount: 18,4k

If Jeno was the angel on Mark’s shoulder, then Donghyuck was the devil, and Mark wanted to do something that felt wrong, even just once.

♡  I look for myself within you - Markhyuck, Markmin/Jaemark(?)�� - Wordcount: 52,5k

Donghyuck cared about nothing, and Mark cared a little too much about everything.

Baby you’re brighter than the sun - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 6,2k

Where Donghyuck starts to get cute notes and gifts from an unknown person

Leaf the plants alone! - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 4k

Your eyes are warm, your skin is sun-kissed and all I want to do is drown in your honey golden locks but your cat is an absolute jerk!

♡  Hopeless hearts just passing through (I was made for loving you) - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 70,7k

Donghyuck’s mother was the demon looming over his shoulder. She painted his life with harsh greys, desolate blues and destructive reds. So when she pushes him to a cage with Mark, he knows there’s no escape but he also knows he wants to love the man he married. So he tries.

He succeeds.(It was never hard anyway)

♡  Retrouvaille - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 12k

The universe made sure they met over and over again.

That AU where Mark and Donghyuck meet in high school and later all over the world until the red-haired boy finally stopped running.

The weekend, or whatever - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 8,8k

Donghyuck snorts. “And I’m the extra one.”

“I guess you’re rubbing off on me,” Mark shrugs and sets off quietly.

The nohyuck two hit wonder (series) - Markhyuck, Hyuckno/Jehyuck(?) - Wordcount: 13k & 14k

Jeno has returned to Daegu after years of staying away. Mark and Donghyuck are pleased but Jeno isn’t here to stay.

He’s running out of time. Fast.

♡  The Johntenhyuck family chronicles (series) - Johnten, side Markhyuck - Wordcount: 8,8k

A fic where Johnten live together with Johnny’s little brother, Donghyuck, who’s kind of like their son

Set my heart high (like a volleyball) - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 19,1k

Mark and Donghyuck belong to rival high schools and they hate each other’s guts — they’re not even subtle about this statement. They think the universe must be playing a joke on them when they end up in the same university auditioning for the same volleyball team.

♡  In Bloom - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 2,7k

Lately, whenever Mark’s with Donghyuck, he’s had to worry about the flowers in his cheeks. There’s something about Donghyuck that makes them blossom, spreading across his face, turning his cheeks into meadows.

Make Me Over - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 7,3k

“As far as summer jobs went, working part time at the mall’s Sephora wasn’t the worst.”

In which Donghyuck falls hard for the boy in a muscle tee who walks into his Sephora not knowing the difference between a pan of blush and a palette of eyeshadow.

Wanna be Startin’ Sometin’ - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 10,1k

“Mark wasn’t lost. He wasn’t. He was merely temporary disoriented, if that. He’d find his way back on the trail in no time, and back to the campsite in half that.”

or, the fic where Hyuck’s a park ranger, and Mark’s never left the city

♡  Rewrite the Stars - Markhyuck, side Renmin - Wordcount: 54,5k

Donghyuck’s got a crush. He’s the perfect boy– he’s cute, he’s polite, he cooks. Donghyuck’s friends even like him. The catch? He’s a robot.

You’re my open road - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 4k

“Can I paint your nails?”

Spinning it faster is not always the best choice - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 8,1k

When Donghyuck first meets Mark, the boy has his hand stuck in a washing machine. Thirty minutes later, he falls in love.

The Search for Everyting - Markhyuck, Noren - Wordcount: 43,7k

Mark Lee is on his last year of high school, and he is going on a road trip with his best friend Jeno before they graduate. The thing is, they have to bring Jeno’s boyfriend Renjun, and they also encounter a stowaway who really should be anywhere but under the cabinet of a small sink in the back of their van.

This is a story of summer, long road trips, unwashed bodies, broken hearts, stupid mistakes, young love and growing up. Come join four boys as they journey on a search for everything.

One of Us - Markhyuck (+ side ships) - Wordcount: 18,1k

Donghyuck’s new flatmate Mark doesn’t seem any different from expected. He’s nice and polite, and pretty darn cute too. All of that changed when Mark returned home one night with a bloody shirt and a gun in his hand.

Drills and Flowers - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 6,5k

Donghyuck works in a flower shop. Mark works in the mechanic’s opposite the street. One day he came in and crushed Donghyuck’s flowers. Donghyuck tells him to go fuck himself. Mark says he would rather fuck him.

End of the World - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 6,9k

Mark wonders who will love him until the end of the world. Then enters Lee Donghyuck, a person who doesn’t believe in it.

Or alternatively, Mark is heartbroken after Jaemin leaves him for his best friend. Donghyuck becomes the only person he can rely on.

♡  Frostbite - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 4,4k

According to Renjun, Donghyuck just needed a push in the right direction. Donghyuck didn’t think he meant down a hill, racing Mark to the finish line on a sled.

♡  Out of Your Mind - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 7,1k

Mark just wants to be a regular teenager. Or as regular as an eighteen-year-old sharing his body with a demon can get. And unfortunately for him, Donghyuck loves making things complicated.

♡  Spring Break (All Your Bones) - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 7k

Donghyuck is for Saturday mornings after sleepovers Mark would never admit he enjoys and summer afternoons sitting on sun warmed sidewalks with sugary ice cream melting in their mouths and down their fingers. Donghyuck is his childhood and adolescence, and Mark spends spring break getting reacquainted.

Of All The Bad Ideas - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 10,3k

Donghyuck has been pining after Mark Lee since the first year of high school, and now they’re four years deep and Donghyuck’s feelings are still hurtling towards imminent heartbreak. He’s always been an impulsive decision maker, but he should have thought a bit harder on this one.

One by One (series) - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 14,3k

Mark and Donghyuck work their way through first love, from awkward kissing lessons to long night drives through sleeping neighborhoods. (AKA the Markhyuck Making Out series)

Simple as ABC, there’s only you and me - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 10,7k

0 mile. 6000 miles. 10 miles. 0 mile.

No matter how far or near Donghyuck is, Mark decided a long time ago to love that boy and never let him go.

Fall of a Thousand - Markhyuck - Wordcount: 14,6k

Growing up, Mark has only ever known of one constant in his life, Donghyuck.

Whether that’s meant to be a good or bad thing however, is a decision resting on fate itself.

And here are a few fics with other ships that I came across while looking around that I really liked

Words in Your Hands - Markno, Hyuckmin(?) - Wordcount: 10k

Mark is sure that Jeno is interested in Renjun so he ignores all his attempts at flirting. He really wishes Jeno would just stop; it’s not good for his heart.

♡ Love (That’s All There Is To It) (series) - Norenminhyuck - Wordcount: part 1, 4,4k

Most people don’t get it.

(Donghyuck has three boyfriends and he’s totally content, regardless of what people think)

♡  We look for stranger things (’cause that’s just who we are) (series) - No ships, just the dreamies - Wordcount: part 1, 7,9k

Just a bunch of strange teenagers finding home in one another.

Have a cup of cheer - Hyuckmin(?) - Wordcount: 3,1k

Jaemin goes on a romantic Christmas non-date with Donghyuck.

And some shameless selfadvertising

Surprise Kiss - Markhyuck - Wordcount; 800

Wherein Mark decides to just take a leap of faith towards the amazing being that is Donghyuck.

aka mark gets an idea on how to shut donghyuck up when he starts rambling again

And that’s all I have so far! This literally took me around.. four hours to do oh my god :))))) So I hope you guys like these fics otl ;;

If any of the links aren’t right or whatever please hmu so I can fix it, thanks!

[katastroficwriter]

Headcanon about Santa Claus. Kiibo want to give away the children with presents until Ouma pops his dream saying he's a robot but he will help him anyway

Hiii! I’m sorry for taking so long to fill this prompt! I finally found my inspiration to work on my drafts again, so I immediately rushed to work on this. Once again, I’m sorry for being late!

“I have always wondered about the significance of this elderly man,” Kiibo speaks up out of the blue as he lightly tugged at the small Santa doll’s hat. “I see him everywhere around December, but I never really wondered about his origin until now.”

“You mean to say you don’t know anything about Santa Claus?” Ouma’s head perked up in interest.

“Yes,” replied the robot as he placed the doll back to its perch on the coffee table. “Can…you perhaps educate me on the subject, Ouma-kun?”

“Well, since Christmas is right around the corner, I guess I should be nice,” Ouma scooched closer to the robot and leaned close. “I don’t want Santa Claus to punish me for being naughty, after all.”

“P-punish?” Kiibo parroted, his ahoge shriveled with worry.

“Yeah!” The supreme leader moved back. “You don’t know this, but he is actually an international criminal known for breaking and entering!”

“A criminal?!” Kiibo’s ahoge jolted into an exclamation point. “That can’t be right. Then why is he everywhere during December?”

“That’s because it serves as a warning to children everywhere, since that’s his target demographic. Like, “if you see this man, he’ll break in your house.” And if you’re naughty, he leaves children a punishment to remember. It’s even worse if he catches you awake after he breaks in your home. He’s a disgusting criminal,” Ouma shook his head. “Why do you think children cry whenever their parents placed them on a pretend Santa’s lap in malls? They’re scared. They can sense his evil even though the mall employee is just playing pretend.”

Kiibo’s brows furrowed, as he thought back to the shopping trip he and Kirumi went on a few days prior. He did in fact see something like that in the mall, so it seems the supreme leader wasn’t lying after all. “I…see. I suppose that makes sense…”

“That was a lie of course~!” Ouma chimed in a sing-song manner, which got him a faceful of Kiibo’s orca plush. But not even the monochrome plush could stifle the raven-haired teen’s cackling.

Fortunately, the supreme leader did explain the proper origin of Santa to him. Kiibo appreciated the historical detail that he would have otherwise not known, up to the modern depiction of Santa which was widespread throughout the world. There was one thing that stuck out to the android during his friend’s entire explanation though.

“The protector of children and sailors, huh,” Kiibo trailed off with awe.

“Yeah, but that’s St. Nicholas of Myra. The fatty in red you see everywhere is a faker and a criminal!” Ouma punctuated his sentence with a huff, wagging his finger to emphasize his disdain for one of the most exploited icons of capitalism. “You guys keep going around saying how terrible I am for lying all the time, but here you are supporting the very icon that lets businessmen run off with money by selling his lie to middle-class families every Christmas season, too. Don’t you know how many children have trust issues now after realizing that Santa wasn’t real after all?”

“I-if you put it that way, that does sound bad…but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with granting children momentary happiness by having them believe in Santa’s existence,” Kiibo fidgeted. “I-it is as you said before…not all lies are bad…you know?”

Ouma tugged his scarf over his nose as he looked away. “Hmph. Of course you’d think that way. Cherishing fleeting moments created by make-believe…you were always so into cheesy things like that.”

“I wouldn’t call it make-believe,” Kiibo mumbled, trapping his chin between his index finger and a thumb in a thinking pose. “If you believed in something, that makes it real for you, doesn’t it? That’s why I…”

The supreme leader shifted his attention back to the android, tilting his head to the side–curious. “You what?”

Kiibo’s inner collar gated a little over his lips in mild embarrassment, his fidgeting becoming more prominent. “I…wanted to experience being Santa. J-just this once is okay!”

“And why is that?” Ouma tilted his to the opposite direction.

“I wanted to…uhm…” he clasped his hands together in an attempt to keep himself grounded. “I wanted to spread joy the way Santa does. To make children happy and seeing them smile. I thought that maybe I could learn something from the experience as well.”

“Ohhhh, I see!” Ouma tapped his finger against his chin. “But…you can’t be Santa.”

Kiibo stilled. “And why is that?”

The supreme leader moved to fold his arms behind his head. “Becauuuuse, Santa isn’t a robot! Ergo, robots can’t be Santa!”

“Ghghk! I’m–I’m not trying to be Santa anyway!” the android frowned. “I simply wanted to…understand the ‘happiness’ of giving rather than receiving.”

Ouma stared at the android for a couple of minutes before letting out an impressed whistle. “I didn’t think I’d live to see the day where little ol’ Kiiboy would want to emulate humanity’s greatest criminal. Sounds fun! Count me in.”

“D-do not mock me! And I’m not little!” Kiibo fumed like he always would whenever Ouma’s teasing finally started getting to him. His eyes widened in surprise upon registering the supreme leader’s last statement. “W-wait. ‘Count me in’? What are you scheming, Ouma-kun?” He narrowed his eyes at the grinning demon in white.

“Oh. You’ll see~”

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“I-isn’t this breaking and entering?”

“That’s what Santa does all the time, I say we’re on the right track,” was Ouma’s response as he fiddled with the door’s lock using his trusty lock-picks. “Besides, if we tried the chimney way, the roof might cave in cause of your metal butt. That, and we don’t have magical flying reindeers.” Click. “…Or jetpacks.”

“While that’s true, I don’t think that this is the right way to go about this…” murmured Kiibo as he entered the orphanage right after the leader.

“What, you want to knock on the door and tell them, ‘do not mind me, I just want to drop off some presents’? You’d only come off as suspicious,” Ouma hissed his response. “Now shush. Keep yapping and we’ll get caught…!”

Kiibo frowned at his remark, but obeyed. What the leader said was true. It wasn’t meant to get a rise out of him like the usual robophobic remarks Ouma keeps regarding him with during their breaks. If other Ultimates were unused to the sight of such an advanced robot as he, what more if he was seen by unknowing adults? He’d scare them. Especially the children he sought to make happy in the first place.

Ouma gestured for the android to follow him to a hall without looking back. Kiibo wasn’t sure if he should be frightened with the fact that his companion seemed so used to the art of stealth which hopefully , wasn’t used for a crime which they were technically already committi–Kiibo shook his head. He shouldn’t let himself get sidetracked. They only have one objective, and that was to leave presents for the orphans residing in the orphanage located not too far from their school campus.

They didn’t have the funds to buy brand new gifts, but it helped them a lot when their classmates allowed them to hoard the stuff they were about to throw out in preparation for the new year. Other than clothing and reading materials, however, Ouma even threw in some of his old toy collection that were still as good as new despite the chaotic state of his room. That gesture coming from the supreme leader moved him. Despite Ouma’s off-putting remarks about Santa Claus, he actually took the holiday’s tradition quite seriously. That begs the question though…

Why does it seem like Ouma knows exactly where everything is?

As if on cue, the supreme leader beckoned him with a finger, “Over here. You place the gifts right under the tree.” He whispered.

“Ah, right.” Kiibo settled the sack by the tree and began stacking the gifts carefully. It was impossible for two people to deliver gifts to all the children in the world, but if they could bring smiles to the children living in this orphanage, that would be already enough. His eyes widened in surprise once he realized that the presents had names on it. How did…?

“You sure you have time to be gawking at every single thing you see, Kiiboy?” Ouma hissed. “We don’t have all night!”

“Wha–? You know things would be a lot faster if you help me with unloading the presents,” the android hissed back.

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to play Santa, and that–” Ouma jabbed a thumb at the Christmas tree. “Is part of your job. Right now I’m just Santa’s lil helper.” He punctuates his sentence by biting on a gingerbread man.

Kiibo didn’t bother pressing the matter any further and sighed. Even he could tell that the supreme leader didn’t want him to ask about the names. At least, not now. Besides, he was right. They didn’t have much time. He could just ask Ouma about it later. Without further ado, he resumed his task of laying out the gifts while Ouma handled eating the treats left by the children since Kiibo was unable to do so himself. Once they finished, they left the orphanage as silently as they had entered.

Seeing his companion’s genuine smile stopped the android from asking his question. Ouma won’t be able to make fun of him for not being able to read the mood now. Without really thinking, he grabbed the supreme leader’s hand and smiled. “Let’s go back.”

Ouma’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden gesture, but didn’t pull his hand away. His cheeks were flushed red from the cold. The cold. Definitely not because he was embarrassed or anything. “Carry me.”

“I believe we already established that I do not have the strength for that.”

“Tch. Laaaaaame-o!”

They were already too used to their bickering that they found themselves laughing afterwards.

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They visited the orphanage together the day after. It was then did Kiibo discover that Ouma regularly dropped by this orphanage to play with the children. Everyone there was delighted to have them visit the children, although they didn’t expect to meet an actual robot of all things. The children happily regarded the two Ultimates, showing off the new gifts Santa gave them. Ouma and Kiibo shared a look with each other and smiled to themselves.