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bingwriterxo · 1 year

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first time

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you and vada have your first time together

warnings: smut (character is 18+), 18+ (minors DNI), fingering

word count: 2200+

author's note: here she is: awkward, rambling vada. also (slight spoilers but...) [insert booksmart scene here]

"Mom?" you called out mid-yawn as you made your way downstairs, rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself up more after the late-afternoon nap you had taken. When you were met with silence, you tried the other parent. "Dad?" Again, no response.

You shrugged as you walked into the kitchen, and your eyes narrowed as you caught sight of a piece of paper laying on the counter. You picked it up and read it over quickly, excitement surging through your veins.

Work trip this weekend. See you Sunday night.

- Mom & Dad

vada can come over :)

The last part was scribbled on like an after-thought, and you knew your dad had written it.

You dropped the paper onto the counter and pulled your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, immediately dialing your girlfriend's number. Leaning back against the counter, you waited for her to pick up.

"Hey." Her voice was groggy, like she had also just woken up.

"Were you sleeping?" you asked.

She hummed. "Yeah. Figured you were asleep when you didn't answer my texts so I thought I'd nap, too." You heard some shuffling on the other end and then Vada yawned. "What's up?"

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stop yourself from grinning. "My mom and dad are gone for the weekend. They said you could come over. I've got the house to myself, so..."

"Movie marathon!" she shouted excitedly. You listened as she scrambled out of her bed, hopping around her bedroom in search for things to pack in her duffle bag. "I'll leave in, like, ten. Put something good on the TV!" You could hear her smiling through the phone.

"Okay, see you soon. Love you."

She squealed. "Love you!"

* * *

The movie playing on the television was boring you half out of your mind. You had chosen a random one that you knew Vada had been wanting to watch with you, and you had tried to focus on it for the first half-hour, but something kept distracting you. Well, something aside from your girlfriend's nonstop rambling.

"I used to have the biggest crush on Blake Lively as a kid, you know," Vada said, her eyes trained on the screen. Her hand was digging in the bowl of popcorn that was resting between the two of you, and you giggled as she shoved some of the snack into her mouth. "But, man, is Anna Kendrick hot," she mumbled around the food. "I mean, obviously I know she's hot, 'cause, like, I'm not blind, but something about her in this movie just hits different."

You weren't ignoring her, per se, but you definitely weren't fully listening, instead choosing to stare at your girlfriend's side profile as she munched on the popcorn and talked with her mouth full--a habit of hers that you had hated at first but now couldn't help find somewhat endearing (as long as you weren't looking at her face-on).

"And, well, Blake Lively is Blake Lively, and who doesn't have a crush on her?" Vada continued. If you had been paying attention to the movie on the screen, you were almost sure you wouldn't have been able to hear any of it over the girl's talking, anyway, so it was better that you weren't watching, right?

When she realized she hadn't heard from you in a few minutes, she glanced your way, and you smiled softly. She offered you a confused grin. "Are you not watching?"

You hummed and turned back to the television. "No, no. I am," you lied. You could feel her eyes on you, and you knew that if you looked at her, she'd be giving you that damn lovestruck look she always had on her face when she was around you, the one that made you weak in the knees and had your heart beating rapidly.

"Y/N," she said, calling your attention back to her. You had been correct--she was staring at you with a half-smile, like she didn't even realize her lips were upturned, and soft eyes,

"Yes?"

Her eyes flitted down to your lips quickly, then back to your eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

You giggled. "You don't have to ask, Vads. We're dating."

She shrugged, hiding in her shoulders for a moment. "I know," she said, voice shy and slightly embarrassed. "But I just wanna make sure every time. Because, like, what if one day I don't ask, and you don't want a kiss, and then--"

You pressed your lips to hers, effectively silencing her, and sighed when she kissed back eagerly. You reached down, pushed the empty popcorn bowl to the floor, and then easily maneuvered onto Vada's lap. She grinned against you, hands flying to your waist.

"I always like when you're on top when we make out," she began, "because I like the weight." She paused, eyes wide. "I'm not, like, saying you're heavy or anything, not that that would be a problem if you were, obviously, but it's like a weighted blanket! You know, like how they can help anxiety and--"

"Vada," you said softly, eyes flickering between her own.

She gulped, and her fingers twitched against your sweatshirt. "Yeah?"

"Could you just kiss me?"

She bit her lip. "Yeah. That I can definitely do."

Vada stretched her neck up, and you leaned down. You met in the middle, lips moving feverishly against each other. Your arms were wrapped around her shoulders, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck, while her hands slipped beneath the hem of your sweatshirt, her skin warm on yours.

Her tongue swiped over your bottom lip at the same time as her fingers rose upward, the tips of her thumbs beneath your breasts. She pulled away quickly. "Are you not..." She moved her hands up a little more, feeling nothing except skin. "You're not wearing a bra."

You shook your head. "Nope." You grinned. "Is that a problem?"

"Definitely not," she breathed out, pulling you back into a bruising kiss. You groaned at the feeling, and she took it as an invitation, her tongue smoothing over your own. Vada's touch rose higher until she was palming your breasts softly, and you hummed against her.

After a moment, you nipped at her bottom lip and pulled away, your breathing heavy as you stared at her. Her pupils were blown, her lips were swollen, and you gulped before reaching down and pulling your sweatshirt off. Her eyes widened at the sight.

"Woah," she said as though she had never seen you topless before. You rolled your eyes with a smile because she had the same reaction every time the two of you did this, and then you leaned back in.

She seemed to still against you, and you reached down, urging her hands to keep moving. She took the hint, her thumbs beginning to circle your nipples, and you whined, your hips bucking up before you could stop them.

Vada pulled away and dropped her head to your chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your sternum until she reached your breasts. She took one of your nipples into her mouth, and you threw your head back, a soft moan slipping from your lips. Her tongue ran along the bud while her lips sucked on it.

"Fuck, baby," you groaned, arching your back to push yourself into her touch more.

Her hands dropped to your waist, though her mouth didn't stop, and she played with the hem of your shorts. "Do you wanna...?" she asked when she pulled back, staring up at you, her fingers dipping.

"Yes," you said quickly, nodding to emphasize your agreement. "Yes, please."

Vada grinned, circled her arms around your waist, and then carefully laid you down on the couch, resting between your legs. Her mouth was quickly on your chest again as one of her hands slipped beneath your shorts, her finger running over your clothed slit. You squeaked in delight, hips canting up.

"I can feel you through your underwear," Vada said. "You're really wet."

You nodded shyly, glancing away. "Yeah, well..."

She frowned and reached up, her free hand resting on your cheek and making you look at her again. "It's not bad. It's good. Really good, actually." She grinned, and you couldn't help your own smile. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I have no idea what I'm doing, really. Well, I kind of do, since, you know, I also have a vagina, but, like, I've obviously never had sex with anyone else, so I don't know if I'll do it right, and I want your first time to be good."

"Vads, baby," you cooed. "It'll be great if it's with you."

"Okay, okay," she said. She leaned up and kissed you again, her hand slipping beneath your panties. You both groaned, you at the feeling and her at the feeling of you. She rubbed your clit experimentally and you moaned.

"Shit," you cursed. "Yeah, that's--that's good."

Vada started circling it softly, and you couldn't help your whimpering. She was careful, a little too careful, but you weren't going to rush her, especially since it felt amazing.

"You can..." You gasped as she sped up a little. "Yeah, I was gonna say--"

"That's good, then?" she asked. Her eyes were on you, watching all of your reactions, trying to make sure she was doing the right thing.

"Very," was your short response.

"Can I...well, should I...go in?"

"Yeah," you murmured. "Yeah, okay."

Her hand pushed down just a little bit farther, and then--

Oh.

You gasped at the feeling. Vada glanced up. "Is that...okay? Or was it better earlier? Or--"

You gulped and looked down at her, offering her a half-hearted smile. "Babe...I--I don't think that's the hole you were going for..." you whispered, trying not to embarrass her. Her eyes widened, and a blush immediately painted over her face. She pulled out and then pulled away, even though you reached out for her, trying to bring her back in.

"Oh my god, oh my god. I am so sorry," she rushed out. "I just...I didn't even realize that I had gone down that far, and I just went for it, and--oh my god, I am so sorry, baby."

You grabbed at her shirt, pulled her toward you again until she was hovering above you. "It's okay, Vads," you promised. She was fidgety, clearly anxious, and you reached up, cupping her cheek. "Baby, I swear, it's okay."

She bit her lip. "I just fucked up our first time having sex. Oh my god, it's our first time having sex and I just...I just put my finger--"

You giggled a little. "It's okay. I'm fine; we're fine." You leaned up and kissed her gently. "Do you wanna try again?"

Vada looked at you hesitantly. "Can I?" she asked. "I kind of feel like I need to try to redeem myself and get my finger in the right place. Because, I swear, I know where it's supposed to go. I promise."

"Vada, please try again," you said, the pleading in your voice clear as day. "I really want you to."

She nodded. "Okay." She leaned down and pressed her lips to yours, a little rough in her nerves. You didn't mind, accepting the kiss happily.

Her fingers started to roam down your body again, and you inhaled sharply at the feel of her slipping beneath your panties again. Her fingers started at your clit, rubbing quick circles, and you moaned into her, her mouth catching the sound.

"Okay," she said, determined. "This time I got it." Her finger slipped downward, and you felt her pressing against your entrance. "That's right, right?"

"Yes," you said. "Yes, baby. Please, just--"

She pushed her finger into you and you groaned, back arching. "God, you're tight, baby. Feels so good."

"Fuck," you mumbled as she started thrusting. She curled her finger whenever she was fully inside, and it wasn't hard for her to find the rough spot of your walls. "Shit, shit, Vads."

She grinned and dipped down to your neck, lips hot against your skin. You could feel her kissing and nipping and sucking, but you could only pay attention to the fact that she was in you.

"You can," you started breathlessly, "you can add another one."

Vada hummed into your neck and slipped a second finger in you. You gasped at the stretch, hands flying to grip her hair. Her thumb reached up to play with your clit, and she quickened her pace. You were rolling your hips against her, whimpering.

"You're so pretty," she said, voice muffled. "So good, baby."

The praise pushed you to the edge. "Vads, I'm gonna cum," you whined. She thrusted into you hard once, and then again, and then you were cumming around her fingers. At the same moment your orgasm washed through you, her teeth nipped at your pulse point, and you shivered, fingers tightening in her hair and a moan of her name falling from your lips.

She pulled out of you gently, grinning smugly as she did, and you watched as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them curiously. Her eyes widened. "Okay," she said decidedly. "Next time, I'm going down on you."

You chuckled and bit your lip. "You think there's gonna be a next time?" you teased.

Vada frowned. "I thought I redeemed myself pretty well," she huffed.

"I dunno. We might have to do it again...just to check."

She grinned. "Not a problem with me." And then her lips were on yours again and her hand was sliding down your front.

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hotchscvm · 3 years

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prologue [dirty secrets]

Summary: At 17, you witnessed your father murdered by vampires. Two men save you, taking you in. But the hard part is, you were thinking about them a little too much.

Series warnings: underage reader, consensual underage sex, explicit sexual content, underage drinking, language, violence, gore, angst, major character death, major age difference, size kink, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.4k

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Taking a sip of the cooler, you relaxed in the lounge chair, feeling the sun beat down on your skin, relishing in the summer heat. Ariana Grande sang in your ear, the upbeat music hyping you up as you laid beside the pool, watching you skin sizzle underneath the bright sun. The pool sparkled in front of you, the waves of light bouncing off the water. If anything, it was heaven.

A much needed rest, a summer break was exactly what you had awaited for a week ago after a few days of stressing about finals had been worth it. Sitting on the pool deck, you let the hot, humid air consume you, enjoying the unauthorized alcohol you held. You knew your dad was around the house somewhere, probably in his office working like a madman, but you gave up trying to get him to relax after he incoherently mumbled something about a meeting with a Zuckerberg. You hadn't want to get anywhere near that alien.

A few messages from a group chat had showed up on your lock screen before you had enough of the interruptions, and put your phone on silent, listening to the music as you read the book splayed across your lap.

The adorable Doberman laying beside your legs perked up as you turned the page of Anna Karenina, the dog turning his head, looking at the glass door behind you, barking at the commotion in the spacious living room. Draco got up, waiting for you to follow him.

You heaved a sigh, taking off the AirPods you had implanted in your ear, and ear-marked the page on your book. As you got up you looked through the glass wall, spotting two suited men entering the gigantic entrance, talking to your dad. Draco scratched at the glass door, and you walked over to it, opening the door for the dog.

The three of them looked up, watching Draco run up to the men in excitement, wiggling his tail as he jumped on the taller man, whimpering to be pet. Before anyone could react, you cursed, running after Draco with only your hot pink bikini on. "Shit! Sorry, he gets really excited."

Your father threw you a look, and you rolled your eyes at her, not caring about the swearing while the shaggy-haired man lets out a chuckle, petting the Doberman's head. "It's okay. Hi, buddy."

"Agent." his green-eyed partnered interrupted, letting out a cough as if to break his partner from the puppy trance. Green Eyes' eyes shifted to you for half a second, quickly noticing you were practically naked. He had an edge to him, a frat-boy sort of vibe as he looked around the spacious living room, his light brown hair pushed back into a clean hairstyle.

"Pumpkin, this is Agent Stark," he gestured to Green Eyes, then at the tall man who was still petting Draco before reaching into his pocket to reveal a badge, Gibbons following his actions. "and Agent Banner."

Dread ran through your veins, and you tensed up at the mention of the FBI. For no particular reason, you went through all the slightly illegal things you had ever done in the past seventeen years, quickly trying to come up with reasonable excuses for why you did them; including drinking the cooler you had previously held. But then realization washed through you, the FBI wouldn't send their agents for the small things, right?

With an arched eyebrow, you slowly took back your dog, a small smile resting on Banner's lips. "Like the Avengers?"

Genuine surprise flashed across Stark's face, an impressed look twinkling in his eyes as he took you in. A smack on his partner's arm, he smiled, his husky voice piercing the room. "Exactly like the Avengers."

Banner rolled his eyes, putting his golden badge back in his suit. Something about him pulled you in, maybe it was the amount of grief in his eyes that you related to or the way he carried himself. If only you were one year older. "Mr. Pierce, we'd like to ask you a couple of questions about your business associate, Andrew Daniels."

Your dad nodded, motioning for the agents to sit on the couch, doing so himself. Turning to you, he murmured, "Sweetheart, why don't you get dressed and take Draco on a walk?"

"Actually, we'd like to Ms. Pierce, too." Stark interjected, his green eyes meeting yours. To say you wanted both of them was the understatement of the year, trying to hold yourself back from flirting with a Federal agent. "If you don't mind."

"Of course not. Lemme just put something on and I'll be right back." you replied, walking back outside to put on the dress you had abandoned on the chair next to yours. You heard the low voices as you returned back, sitting on the leather recliner, across from the two agents, Draco sitting beside your feet.

"...and when was the last time you heard from Mr. Daniels?" Agent Banner asked, glancing at you as you sat down, giving you a quick smile.

"Several years ago. Unfortunately, we didn't end on the best of terms. We started the company but he left due to his wife's death, and gave me free reins. After a few years, I got a break and I think he resented me for having the life he lost." said your father, slowly shaking his head, glancing at you. "His son had died in a car accident shortly after his wife's passing; it was too much for Andy, and he snapped. He came into my office one day, started accusing me for stealing the life he planned, threatened to take my daughter. I had no choice but to call security and press charges."

The two agents shared a look, an understanding falling over them. Stark cleared his throat, his Adam Apple bobbing. "Other than that accident, has he done anything violent or threatening to you or your family?"

"Not that I know of. After that incident, I made sure there was always someone by my daughter's side, but she proved well enough she could take care of herself." the businessman gleamed with pride at you, the only family he had left. You gave him a small grin, rolling your eyes at the sentiment. "That was the last time we ever spoke. You're free to look around here or my building if you want."

Agent Banner nodded, clasping his hands together. "Would you mind showing my partner your office while I talk to Ms. Pierce?"

"Not at all." your father stood up, Stark mirroring his actions. Side-stepping the glass table, your dad motioned for the green-eyed man to follow him. "Right this way, Agent."

As they climbed up the glass stairs, you turned your attention back to the chestnut-haired agent, wishing you could make a deal with the devil to have him lock his lips with yours. Draco prowled over to him, unexpectedly jumping on his lap, the Doberman's head itching to be petted. You both laughed at his enthusiasm.

"I think that's my fault. I've been so busy lately I forgot to show my baby some love." you claimed, staring at the touch-starved dog as he was petted by the nice—and sexy—agent.

"Don't blame yourself too much. He's still a puppy and they're always so energetic." Banner replied, his lips pulling at the corner, as if he was one joke away from laughing. The sunlight reflected off the concrete from the pool deck hit his face at just the right angle to see the pool of brown swimming in his hazel eyes. "Um, what do you remember about Andrew Daniels?"

"Not much." you shrugged, trying to remember as much as you could about the man. You held up the angel wings that hung around your neck, showing him the diamond necklace. "He got me this when I was, like, three. I think that was the last time I saw him. My memory is a little blurry but he was nice. My dad told me that his wife died giving birth and his daughter died with her."

His brows furrowed, his lips turning down into a frown. The agent tilted his head. "How old are you, Ms. Pierce?"

"Seventeen," you answered, grabbing the glass of water your father had laid out on the table. Agent Banner watched your chug it down. "Can I ask what happened? Did he go missing or something?"

"We're not sure what exactly happened, but we think Mr. Daniels could be a suspect in a crime we're investigating. From what we've gathered, neither you or you father are in any danger. Yet. He seems to be straying from the city." Agent Banner informed. He continued to pet the Doberman, amused by the dog's panting. "You won't have to worry, your father's security was hard enough to pass that you'll be protected if he does come. If you don't feel safe, or you remember some more information, give me a call."

He reached in his suit pocket, placing the blank piece of paper on the table as he grabbed the pen beside the vase of Rosas. He scribbled a ten digits on the paper before handing it to you. Your nails slightly grazed his knuckles as you reached for it, clenching it in your fist prior to stuffing it in your phone case. "Thanks."

"Are you okay, Ms. Pierce?"

"Not really. You'd think by now I'd be used to this kind of stuff but—" you began, cutting yourself off before you could reveal the traumas you went through. But the hazel-eyed agent caught on, an eyebrow rising in interest. You wave it away, telling him your name. "You don't have to call me Ms. Pierce."

"Alright." he nodded, his lips curving as he said your name. You bit back a giggle, loving the way your name sounded on his lips. You could only imagine how his partner would sound.

Your father and Agent Stark returned, making the agent in front of you get up. Draco returned to you, a whine leaving his snout at the absence of the friendly FBI agent. Focusing your attention on the dog, you barely heard them wrap up their little interrogation, petting Draco long enough to almost miss Agent Banner giving your dad a business card.

"If he reaches out, or if you need any kind of help, call us." Agent Stark muttered, seemingly unsatisfied by what he had uncovered. Both agents gave you a nod as they were led to the door by your father.

Confused by the questions and, overall, the situation, you stood, waiting until the FBI agents had backed out of the gigantic, gated driveway in their black Impala before following your father to the kitchen. When neither of you said anything, the silence grew deafening enough for you to speak up.

"Dad, you okay? You look very tense, and a little constipated." you murmured, more worried about your father's health than what the Feds had brought up. He nodded, waving away the question while he got himself a beer from the fridge. You sighed. "It'll be okay. You have a shit ton of security here."

"That's not what I'm worried about, pumpkin." he mumbled, ruffling your hair as he passed by. You followed him through the living room, once again waiting for him to explain. He watched Draco snuggle against your leg, the knee length dress hovering over the dog's head. "I've— I need to make a few calls and then head to the office. You stay in the house until this situation gets cleared up, you understand? Don't you dare leave this property until Andrew Daniels is in cuffs."

You blanched, surprised by the sudden strictness. Over the years, you had free reign on your whereabouts and even your activities, and you father had never commented about it unless it had been really unsafe. But you couldn't see the immediate danger of the current situation and this Andrew guy didn't seem to be a serial killer by the nonexistent murders on the news. "You're fucking with me."

"No, and I mean it. You're not going to that bonfire tonight, or shopping tomorrow. Cancel your plans for the rest of the week 'cause you're staying inside, you understand?" he instructed, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Reaching out, you grabbed his phone, drawing his attention back to you. Your complaint came out sounding a lot more of a whine than you had wished. "No, I'm not. You're overreacting, and I'm going to that bonfire."

"The hell you are." said your father, crossing his arms, a stern look etched on his face. You challenged him, raising a brow. "You're staying in, watch some movies, invite anyone you want but you're not leaving this house. Not tonight."

"No."

"I'm not asking."

"Good thing I'm not listening." you snapped back, giving him back his phone, shoving it into his hands as you walked past him, practically storming away. "I'm going to that party, and you can't stop me. But have fun trying, daddy."

The CEO crumbled, unable to grow a pair of balls to stand up to his stubborn daughter. After all, you were his soft spot that he sometimes considered a weakness. He sighed, groaning in defeat. "Fine. Fine. Give me your phone."

Reluctantly, you handed your phone over, your curiosity growing as he took out the business card from the Feds. He looked back and forth between the screen and the paper, his finger tapping away at the screen. After a minute, he gave the phone back, the new contact information staring at you. You arched an eyebrow, seeing the agents' names on the screen.

"Really?" you questioned, reading the number.

He nodded. "You already have Edgar's number, but in the off chance he doesn't come, call them. And stay away from Matt Burke's kid."

"Jesus." you sighed, unable to sass back as he answered an incoming phone call. The phone in your hand vibrated, a text notification popping up. You swiped the banner up, too annoyed to text back when you saw the number. Taking out the paper you stuffed in your phone case, you opened it, comparing the numbers written on the paper and the ones typed on the contact information of business card Agent Banner had given your father.

It was different. You ignored the possible theories as you threw the piece of paper on the glass table. It had to been a simple mistake, after all, they did have the same area code.

With Draco by your side, you went back outside, taking off the dress to continue sizzling your skin. In the midst of the loud music playing in your ears and reading the spicy novel that you had forgotten your curiosity on what Andrew Daniels could possibly have done.

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ends-of-the-wayward-storm · 4 years

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Frozen--Book 1--Chances

Chapter 5--Distasteful Hatred With a Dash of Research

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Summary

Hans is granted a second chance by a criminal known as the Mystery, someone people have only heard rumors about. How and why the Mystery decided to go out of his way to do this was beyond Hans, and frankly it bothered him. But once the Mystery’s plan goes into action, it’s only a matter of time before something bigger begins to develop.

(AO3 version) (Prologue)

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King William Westergaard slammed his fist onto the armrest of his throne, his dark eyes glowing with anger.

“Your men are hunting them down as we speak, Your Majesty,” the advisor said.

William ran his fingers through his black hair and massaged his forehead. “Tell me again how this happened.”

“According to the co-head guard they were attacked by shadow first, and then the people went into panic. That’s when the Mystery appeared.”

“I see.”

The advisor continued on with the explanation that the king’s attention drifted back and forth from. William was the fourth son to his parents, who were now deceased. He had an heir who would become king. He had his queen. He had clawed his way to the throne and didn’t plan on giving it up any time soon. There was no way he was going to let his little runt of a brother take his throne now.

“. . . with your permission we’ve sent someone out to warn Arendelle about them.”

“Why did I agree to that when they could call that a threat, going unannounced or uninvited? We’re not exactly friendly to each other now.”

“That’s under control, sire.”

“But my brother isn’t. He’s an accident waiting to happen.”

“Of course sir.”

~~*~~

Various books laid scattered across a table lit by sunlight. Most of them were about the history of neighboring countries. Some were about criminals deemed a myth. But there was one book that a certain princess was currently scrutinizing.

The history of Corona was an interesting one, and Anna was wondering why she hadn’t even touched this one in all of the spare time she’s ever had. (Or maybe she had brushed upon it in her lessons and she couldn’t remember much.) It spoke of a long and bitter war between the kingdom and its sworn enemy Saporia. Both sides had fought with such ferocity, it was bizarre to Anna how much anger the two kingdoms had.

At some point General Shampanier of Saporia invaded Corona, and while her soldiers flooded the kingdom she eventually breeched the castle itself. There was where she faced off against King Herz Der Sonne, her sworn enemy. The two were said to have engaged in a heated duel to end their feud once and for all. But, when Shampanier discovered that the last pages of Der Sonne’s journal revealed his feelings for her, she realized the feelings were mutual. Their love for each other was made known, and the war between Corona and Saporia ended peacefully, uniting the kingdoms forevermore.

“Hah! True love does conquer all,” Anna thought aloud.

She continued to skim over the book and its talk of prosperity and other small wars until she came across a passage that piqued her curiosity.

~~Queen Arianna had fallen gravely ill while with child. In an attempt to save his wife, King Frederic and his people searched high and low for a way to save their beloved queen—

The rest of the sentence was hastily scribbled out, and Anna had to squint to even decipher it.

“ ‘Ma . . . gol . . . er . . . with . . . gni . . . ent . . . he. . . .’ How can anyone read that?”

Anna was squinting so hard her eyes were nearly closed. But the rest of the passage carried on despite the mistake.

~~With the cure found, the queen and her child were saved. Their child, named Ra—

Knock knock knock.

Anna jumped. “C-come in!”

The door opened, and all she could see was a mini snow flurry coming her way.

“Oh. Hey, Olaf!”

“Hello.” He looked at her table. “That’s a lot of books.”

“I’m hoping to go through all of them to help Elsa out with the Mystery.”

“What mystery?”

“No no the Mystery’s a person. He’s the one that stole some food last night and . . . scared everyone.”

“Oh.” Olaf went on his tiptoes to look at the books on the table. “Did you find him?”

“Not yet, but I did find something else.” Anna showed him the partially scribbled out sentence. “This part’s been taken out. It’s like someone didn’t want people to know what cured the queen here.”

“Sounds like another mystery!”

“Right? It’s so weird. . . .” Why would anyone not want people to know what helped someone?

“Ooh! Maybe I can help.”

“Oh sure! Uh start with. . . .” Anna looked at the book she had blindly grabbed—Deadliest Criminals Known and Unknown to Man. “Not this one.” Anna put the book down and gave Olaf a history book before continuing with hers.

~~Their child, named Rapunzel, would soon grow up to become the new queen of Corona.

But that was not meant to be.

“What happened?” Anna murmured.

~~In the night, the princess was kidnapped, and she was never seen or heard from again. The king and queen were devastated, and so were their people. So, in hopes that their princess would return home, the kingdom released hundreds of lanterns into the sky on her birthday so that she may find her way home.

And eighteen years later, Princess Rapunzel did find her way home to her family—with the help of expert thief and criminal Flynn Rider.

“Hey I’ve read a book about him!”

“About who?” Olaf asked.

“Flynn Rider. Or Flynnigan. Oh wait until I tell Elsaa-ohh woah wait a minute. Focus, Anna. Focus! I have to help Elsa.”

Olaf gave her a quizzical expression as she held the book closer to her face. But after a few moments a small squeal slipped out of her.

“But he was an actual—person! Oh I used to love reenacting his adventures!”

“Ooh! I love adventures!” Olaf beamed. “Tell me about his!”

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“Keep those sails steady!” the captain ordered.

The messenger’s gray eyes studied the horizon with little to no real attention on it, the sea breeze gently tugging at his blonde hair. He hadn’t been a messenger for too long, but it was long enough to know the routines.

If he was being honest, the boy actually liked Hans (all murderous intents aside). To him the man was misunderstood, which was something he could relate to. The messenger was just your average Joe; a bit unsure of himself sometimes, loyal, and pretty intelligent. If anyone found out that he didn’t agree with the whole “execution of Hans” thing, he’d be toast.

He was looking forward to seeing Arendelle with his own eyes, though. Prince Lars had told him it was a lovely kingdom with quite the equally lovely landscape. Its people were kind, and its monarchs were just as so. As of recently the current ruler was Queen Elsa, having been crowned upon the death of her parents. Of course, the only Southern Isles royal that had actually gone to her coronation was Hans. And everyone knew what happened with him.

“People have said Arendelle had been shrouded in mystery,” Lars had told him. “It didn’t interact as much with its allies and trading partners until recently.”

“Weird,” the blonde had replied. “Why do you think it was so mysterious?”

“No one’s sure. Maybe they were just shy, but that’s highly doubtful. Of course you’ll be heading there soon, so you’ll be able to see for yourself. You’ll let me know what the kingdom is like, will you?”

“Uh sure. Might as well update that bank of knowledge of yours.”

“How about that Mystery, ey?” one of the crew members started, rousing the messenger from his thoughts.

“Why did he even bother rescuing that forsaken prince in the first place?” another said. “The whole family despises him!”

“Not his late mother. She was a kind soul, no doubt.”

“The complete opposite of that Mystery. My luck’s on him getting to that blasted disgrace of a prince first.”

“I heard tales of that one!” a third crew member shouted. “Ruthless wretch, he is. I read he could’ve rivaled the Stabbington brothers.”

The messenger swallowed. He’d read about those two in a history book. The brothers were ruthless, cruel, and wouldn’t hesitate to kill you in cold blood.

“You’re exaggerating,” the first member said.

“Nonsense!” the third member justified.

“My brother can barely walk thanks to that wretch,” the second crew member spat. “I’ll hang that Mystery myself when I get my hands on him.”

“What are you three going on about?” the captain retorted, making the trio and the messenger jump. “Get back to work!”

The trio sounded replies before going off toward their stations, and the messenger couldn’t help sighing in relief. Any more talk about the Mystery and he would’ve jumped ship.

Just focus on what Arendelle will be like. Yeah that’s a good idea, he thought.

[All right so according to A Frozen Heart Hans’s dad is still alive so this is another reason why this is basically an AU. I’m also assuming his mom is still alive, as well.]

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The Daughter of a Righteous Man- Chapter 17

*SEQUEL TO THE LOOK IN HER EYES*

After her husband is drug to Hell, Ava Winchester and her brother in law Sam try their best to do right by Dean and raise her daughter, only to find that good intentions aren’t always enough. Loving someone isnt always enough.

Chapter Seventeen, Anna

Ava

"I've got the bag!" Lacey called from the nursery.

"Great, I've pumped and prepped the bottles."

"Perfect. I'll drop her off," Lacey said, taking Nel from my arms. She leaned in and kissed my cheek before freezing. "Okay we are getting way too comfortable with this."

I hadn't seen Dean for a week and a half, I'd been avoiding Sam like the plague, and Lacey had stayed over every night to help me with Nel. My wounds were mostly healed, my bruises were yellow and my fractured rib was mostly a constantly dull ache instead of an intense stabbing pain. Progress right?

John or Bobby would occasionally pick her up and take her to Dean. I didn't know where he was staying, and I wasn't sure I had the right to ask.

"Yeah, I guess we are."

Lacey put her hand on my shoulder. "Listen, Ave. I'm your friend so I'm gonna bring out the hard truth, the big guns, you've gotta talk to him. You've gotta stop hiding out."

I groaned. "You're the one who said to give him space!"

"Yeah, I did, and you have. From what you've said since he left... well you know what you want. Now it's time to go see what he wants. If the apocalypse is really coming then we all may not have as much time as we think we do, so why waste it? Ya know?"

"What if he doesn't want me?"

"Ava, I know we don't know each other that well, but you don't seem like the kind that gets insecure."

I shrugged. "I guess the whole husband and boyfriend thing has me in a weird place."

"What about Sam? You haven't mentioned him since the incident."

"I don't know what to say." I shrugged. "I've never known what to say."

"Well you better figure it out." Lacey smiled wishfully. "Before it's too late."

Dean

I woke up to the light coming into my motel room. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, my hangover aching behind my forehead. I knew that I should be being productive, or doing anything, but when Eleanor wasn't with me I didn't see the point in any of it. My time in Hell was haunting me when I wasn't sleeping next to Ava, and I couldn't figure out how to look at her or Sam right now, so I didn't bother calling. I needed to work out my shit.

My phone rang, and the second I thought my head couldn't hurt more I was proven wrong.

I groaned, grabbing for it without checking the caller ID. Amateur move. "What do you want?"

"Dean, you finally picked up. I didn't think you would."

Sammy. I groaned again. He had called on the hour every day, and I'd be avoiding his calls. I didn't feel like talking.

"Don't hang up,” he said desperately. "There's been development... listen. I know you don't want to see me, but I found a possible apocalypse lead."

I squinted my eyes. Classic Sam, trying to weasel his way back into my life with a case. I snorted. "Give me the details and I'll check it out."

"No way. We are going together."

"Sam, come on, don't make me kick your ass again." I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Do what you have to do. I'm coming by your motel."

I sat up slowly. "My motel?"

"Used find my phone."

I couldn't help but smile, the kid learned after all. "Fine, but I'm not making any promises."

"Deal."

Click.

I got up, and got dressed. I made myself some coffee and opted for some pain medicine. While my coffee brewed, I shoved my head under the sink and drank water right from the faucet. If felt nice rolling down my throat.

By the time Sam arrived my headache was almost gone, and I was in a less murderous mood.

"Hey,” Sam said, a little out of breath as I opened the motel door.

I grunted in response, not feeling particularly civil.

His jaw looked healed from when I hit him. That was good. I didn't feel like having to deal with the guilt that came from hurting my little brother, no matter how much he deserved it. I sat down at the small table and sipped my now-cold coffee. "So what is this intel?"

"I uh... I heard about this girl, Anna. Apparently the demons really want her. She just broke out of a locked mental ward at a hospital."

"How do you know the demons want her?" I eyed him.

"You're going to be mad."

"I'm already mad, Sam."

He winced and cleared his throat. "Ruby told me."

"Oh great. So I'm gone for a few months, you get with my girl, and are buddy buddy with demons. Excellent." I pushed my coffee away. It suddenly tasted sour.

"She sought me out. She thought we should know."

"Sure she did. And you just trust her?"

"I don't know, man. We have checked things out for less."

He had a point, but I was still pissed. I was pissed about everything, if I was being honest. "Fine, but this is strictly business," I said standing. "No brother bonding, because I don't trust you right now."

Sams jaw was tight as he nodded, probably willing to take whatever he could get.

We packed up the car, and I checked out of the motel room. She was only a five hour drive away and it was still early, so we would make it to the hospital with plenty of time.

I cranked up the music as I pulled Baby out of the parking lot. I hoped this would keep Sam from using the close quarters and miles of road in front of us to his advantage.

After an hour of awkward silence Sam finally had enough. He reached forward and turned down the volume. Right as I expected him to confront me he took out his phone and dialed. "Yup this is Detective Hanscum. Sure, badge number eight six bravo lima two seven zero. Uh huh. Looking for an Anna Milton. Can I get the missing persons report? Yup. Thanks." He turned off the phone. "So she's real." He glanced at me.

"We still don't know that she's important."

"We don't know she's not."

I gripped the steering wheel and clicked on the windshield wipers. It was starting to rain.

"Do you... can we talk?"

"Nope. Business only. I'm not ready to hear the excuses."

Sam turned his whole body to look at me. "Then what? I'm not with her. You gonna hate me forever?" He sounded like a little kid. Like when I found him wearing my favorite leather coat eating a popsicle.

"I don't hate you, Sammy, but I'm not exactly thrilled with you right now."

I sounded like a dad. Not my dad, but someone's. Someone who has a more well adjusted family.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Have you talked to her?"

I gripped the steering wheel harder. "Man you just don't listen, do you? We aren't doing this right now. Apocalypse first. Chick drama second" I said, trying to come off disinterested as if anything with Ava could just be chick drama.

"Yeah." He sucked in his breath. "You're probably right."

"See if you got the missing persons report," I said with a sigh. "Let's get all the information we can so we aren't walking in blind."

"You got it."

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"So the orderly doesn't remember the attack?" Sam asked, holding his pen to pad.

We were in Anna's room. It was stale, and looked like any other mental ward. There was a bed, and a desk. Windows with bars. I always felt itchy in places like this. If I ever told anyone the truth about my life I knew I'd be committed myself, and it never sounded like something I'd be into.

"Apparently she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into the room,” the psychologist said as she clicked her own pen.

"Hell of a hit against someone who has eighty pounds on her." I eyed the doctor.

"We think she was planning it. Maybe hid behind the door."

"Anna's illness was recent, right?" Sam asked.

"Yes. A few months ago she was happy, well adjusted, journalism major, bright future."

"And what happened?" I took a step closer. "She just flipped?"

"That's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks she was overcome with delusions."

"What kind of delusions?" Sam asked, his eyebrows coming together.

"She saw demons everywhere,” the doctor said, handing Sam her sketch book.

"Interesting," I said with a cough. Sam handed me the notebook and I flipped through. A few pages in distinct, thick black lines scribbled the rise of the witnesses. Sam and I exchanged a look. I wasn't sure if I was happier being wrong about Ruby's lead, because now more than ever this all felt way too real. "Revelations."

"A lot of our patients delusions have religious undertones. Anna's father was a church deacon, so when her delusions got worse she believed the devil was going to rise. I hope you can find her, detective. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone." The doctor shook our hands. "I have patients."

"Of course," Sam said with a million dollar smile. "I think we have everything we need."

We made our way to the car before we spoke again. "Well I hate to say it, but I think Anna is connected."

"Yeah, ya think?"

I rolled my eyes in response. "I say we check out her parents house. Maybe she went there when she escaped."

"Worth a shot," Sam agreed as we got in the car.

The Milton's lived close, not even the length of two Bon Jovi songs on the radio. We got out and knocked on the glass in the door.

"Maybe they're not home," I said after a moment of silence.

"Both cars are in the driveway."

I tried the front door and it opened easily. "Mr and Mrs Milton? We are from the sheriffs department. We want to ask you a few questions..."

Sam grabbed my arm and turned me to look into the living room. Both of her parents were dead on the floor, throats slashed.

I bent down and touched a substance on the floor. "Sulfur," I said with a sigh.

"Demons beat us here. Whoever this Anna girl is the demons want her bad."

"And they're not playin around," I agreed. "We have to find this girl. So I'm girl interrupted, and I know the score of the apocalypse. Where do I go?"

Sam stared at a photo of a cute red head inside of a church. Must be Anna. "Hey let me see those sketches again."

I handed him the pages and he examined them. "It's the window from her church. Over and over again. She's religious and scared. I bet that's where she went."

The church was a tall gray building with a large kaleidoscope style window above the main door. The exact one Anna was drawing.

We walked in with our guns drawn. Maybe it's sacrilegious to walk into a church with a loaded gun, but hey I don't believe in god anyway, so what did I have to lose?

"Anna... we are here to help you. My name is Sam... this is my brother Dean."

Behind stained glass a flash of red poked out, along with two glowing green eyes. "Sam? Not Sam Winchester?"

"Yeah actually."

"And you're Dean? The Dean?"

"Well, yeah. The Dean I guess." I raised my eyebrows.

She was young. Maybe twenty two with deep red hair. She was thin, her face angular in a way that you see in makeup models. She looked exhausted, with half moons under her eyes, but in her iris something was on fire. "They talk about you all the time! You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out. Some of them think that you can help save us. Some of them don't like you at all. They talk about you all the time lately, I feel like I know you."

My stomach clenched. "You talk to angels?"

"Oh, no. No way! I just kind of overhear them. They talk and I just hear them in my head."

"Like now?"

"No, not now, but a lot. I can't tune them out there are so many of them," Anna said, her voice shaking. She wanted desperately to be believed. She was in luck.

"They looked you up with a case of the crazies, but you're really just tuned into angel radio?" I asked curiously.

"Yes... thank you." She reached out and took my hand. "The first words I heard, clear as a bell. Dean Winchester is saved."

"What do you think?" I asked Sam.

He shrugged. "No idea."

I squeezed her hand and she smiled. "At least we know why the demons want you. If they get you they'll know what the angels are up to. You're 1-800-ANGEL."

The door opened, and Anna started to scream. "Her face! She's a demon!"

I turned and was face to face with a brunette. "Ruby," Sam said with a frown.

"You've got the girl, good. We have to go."

"Ruby? Are you fucking joking?"

"Dean we can fight later!" Ruby said angrily. "There's a demon on our tail. He followed you from her parents house. We need to get her out now."

"How do I know you didn't lead him here?" I growled.

She sighed and shook her head. "It's too late, he's already here."

The door swung open again, and a man stood in plaid blazer and khaki pants.

I grabbed Anna and told her to hide. Her fingers left mine and she ran back behind the stained glass again.

Sam stood in front of me and held his hand out, palm flat. He focused, and the demon walked toward us. His eyes flickered white and he coughed a few times. "Oh, Sam. You don't have enough juice." He flicked his hand, sending Sam flying through the guard rail, and down the stairs.

"Sam!" I shouted, coming at the demon. He immediately grabbed me, sending his fist into my jaw.

"Hello, Dean. Long time no see,” the demon said angrily.

My eyes met his and without seeing his face I knew exactly who he was. I knew it in my bones. His voice haunted my nightmares. "Alastair."

"I knew you missed me,” he hissed, hitting me again and again.

I was able to get my hands between us, and I shoved him away, Sam catching him, putting a knife in his chest. He flickered a bit, electricity pulsing around the wound. "Oh Sam you'll have to do better than that!" He reached for the knife, trying to pry it out of his skin.

Sam and I looked around. Anna and Ruby were gone. I grabbed ahold of him and we ran with everything we had toward the stained glass window, busting through it.

Glass ripped our skin and clothes, but nothing compared to the horrible crack I felt when my body hit the concrete at the bottom of the long drop.

We cleaned up our wounds, and met back up with Ruby and Anna at an old barn outside of town. We borrowed a car so we wouldn't be followed, at least that was the idea.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked when I saw her.

She ran to me, wrapping her arms around me. "I am... thank you."

"Don't thank me. Not sure we are out of the woods yet," I said, stroking the length of her hair. She was freaked out, to say the least.

"Can I call my parents? I'm sure they're worried sick."

I pulled out of the hug and looked at her. Damn I hate this part. "Anna... I'm sorry. The demons got to them before we could."

She burst into tears, and I held her again. I let her cry, let it all out. She finally pulled away, wiping her eyes. "What's happening Dean?"

"I'm sorry kid. I just don't know, but I'll figure it out," I promised.

She pushed her hair behind her ears. "I need a second." She let go of me and walked into the other room to process what I'd told her. To process her grief.

"So what now?" I asked Sam.

"I don't know,” he sighed.

Ruby stood up suddenly. "We're you followed?"

"No," Sam said quickly.

"Well we have company," Ruby said stressed. "We've got to go. Where's the knife?"

Sam scratched his head. "I sort of lost it. It was stuck in that demons chest."

"Seriously?!" Ruby shouted grabbing a shot gun off the table. "Well we are fucked so I hope you two are happy."

The door blew open, and Castiel stepped into the doorway next to another man.

"Here for some divine intervention? We could use the help." I said with a sigh of relief.

"We are here for Anna," Castiel said.

"Like... here for her here for her?" I asked slowly, questioning his meaning.

"Are you going to help her?" Sam asked.

"No,” the second man said.

Castiel met my eyes. "She has to die."

"You want Anna? Why?" Sam asked alarmed.

"We want her out of the way,” the other angel said flippantly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her."

"Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle."

"You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?" I frowned.

Castiel sighed. "As a matter of fact, we are. And?"

"And? Anna's an innocent girl!" Sam exclaimed.

Castiel shook his head. "She is far from innocent."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. Now give us the girl,” the second angel said eyeing Ruby.

He took a step toward her and a bright light came, sucking the two of them away. Sam and I immediately ran into the other room to check on Anna.

"Are they gone?" She gasped. Her arm was sliced open and she was bleeding everywhere. Her hands were covered, and the mirror in front of her had a symbol drawn on it.

I grabbed her, hoping to support her, and I immediately started putting pressure on her wound.

"You killed them?" Sam asked.

"Just sent them away... far away."

"You want to tell me how?"

"That just popped in my head. I don't know how I did it. I just did it." She looked up at us desperately.

"How do you know this stuff Anna?" I asked, crouching to meet her eyes. "Think. How did you figure out those markings?"

"I...I think I may remember,” she said, hushed, she bit her lip. "It all came as a flash. First the sigil, and then..."

"Then what?" I asked her.

"Everything." Anna met my eyes. "I was an angel, Dean."

I looked at Sam alarmed and back to her. "An angel? Why do they want you?"

"I fell. I... I ripped out my grace."

"Your what?"

"The part of me that makes me an angel. I wanted to be human... so I fell and my mom became pregnant with me." She shook her head. "It's all still a little muddled, but I think I forgot the longer I was here. It was somewhere in my mind, locked away."

Sam and Ruby left us alone so I could stitch up her wounds, and so they could make a game plan. The angels would come back for her. They were angry that she left.

"This'll hurt, sorry about it," I said before pouring alcohol on her wound to clean it, and then pouring some on the needle I was going to use to stitch up her arm.

"It's okay,” she murmured.

"Can I ask you something? Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?"

She looked at me as I stitched. "You don't mean that."

"I don't? A bunch of - of miserable bastards... Eating, crapping, confused, afraid."

"I don't know. There's loyalty... forgiveness... love." She sounded dreamy.

"Pain," I countered.

"Chocolate cake."

"Guilt."

"Sex."

I grinned. "Yeah, you got me there."

"I mean it. Every emotion, Dean, even the bad ones... every pain comes with joy. Falling in love... all of it. It's why I fell. It's why... why I'd give anything not to have to go back. Anything."

I could see the look on Sams face when he held Ava. How he didn't deny it when I asked if they were together. "Feelings are overrated, if you ask me."

"Beats being an angel."

I tied her stitches shut and held the cotton bandage over it. "How's that possible? You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything."

Anna winced and then laughed. "Yeah. Perfect... Like a marble statue. Cold... no choice... only obedience. Dean, do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?"

"All of you?"

"Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them."

"That's it? Well, then how do you even know that there is a God?"

"We have to take it on faith... Which we're killed if we don't have." She said grabbing my arm. "I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just... watching... silent... invisible... out on the road... sick for home... waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that..."

I laughed and shook my head.

"What is so funny?" She asked, annoyed.

"Nothing. Sorry. It's just...I can relate." I smiled and wrapped her arm. "Overbearing dad, check. I'm a soldier too."

“Hey Dean? Thank you. You two didn't need to protect me."

I shrugged. "You don't need to thank me. It's what I do."

"I don't know. Maybe I don't deserve to be saved,” she said looking away.

"Hey, Don't talk like that," I said, turning her face to look at me.

"I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our number one rule, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay."

I took a deep breath, and stood up. "Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for."

"Dean," she began as she stood up. "I got to tell you something. You're not gonna like it."

I eyed her. "Okay. what?"

"About a week ago, I heard the angels talking... About you... What you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself."

My jaw was tight and I blinked away wetness in my eyes. "Anna, I don't want to, uh... I can't talk about that."

"I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help. You are not alone. That's all I'm trying to say,” she said, taking my hand in hers.

I sucked in my breath and turned to look at her. There were things I couldn't say. Not to her, or Ava, or Sam. Not to anyone. Things I'd done that I couldn't bury forever. If pain was being human, then maybe I didn't want to be human. I just wanted to forget.

Anna reached up, touched my cheek, and pressed her lips to mine.

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zuka-themed-review: Elisabeth 2018 chapigumi

This trip has been an absolute whirlwind - I cannot believe that I saw Elisabeth only last week! But, with my hastily scribbled notes in hand I present an out of order bullet point list of things I thought were interesting, what worked for me and what didn’t, and some rhetorical questions.

- Manaki Reika (Chapi) and Tsukishiro Kanato (Reiko) were AMAZING. Voices were on point, Reiko had fantastic riffs and vibrato

- I know that Lucheni is a bit of a standout role by design but I am so looking forward to what Reiko does next

- I am late to the Chapi stan party but with this performance and BADDY boy do I STAN now

- The orchestra live is so powerful and complex. There is a bell line in the duet after Franz and Sissi’s first meeting that I swear is new. I am going to listen back to old recordings and check

- Never paid attention to the dad character but Kizuki Yuuma was so stylish I was like ‘oh hello sir’. She took the role and made it fashion.

- Are people actually in the dressers in the beginning that get lifted up or do they wait behind them? Because that lift looked terrifying.

- There are far more raised arm salutes out of range of the recording angles and it honestly threw me for a loop.

- There’s a bass clarinet or bari sax doing the real work in certain scenes that does not come through on recordings. If I didn’t play bass myself I would almost say it was too powerful, but then again there’s no such thing as too much bass.

- Watashi Dake Ni (Elisabeth’s big ol’ solo) finally makes sense seeing it live. Ngl I usually skip pieces of it but here I was captivated.

- With Watashi Dake Ni in mind I was actually upset I couldn’t clap longer, and that Tod literally steps in front of her for a solo. Slow your roll Tod it’s only Act 1.

- Friendly shout out from a distance to Sophie’s maid squad / Elisabeth’s travel team. I wouldn’t want to get to close and risk Touka Yurino’s smooth wrath lol. They’re in such sync I though the Revue finally got some good projectors going (jk looking at you Castle of the White Heron)

- Everything is much more colorful live. Reiko’s pink jacket for Kitsch was legitimately blinding.

- Seeing the full stage for the wedding / reception scene makes Tod’s final flourish and glass crashing sound at the end of Last Dance make sense. The walls literally rotate, throwing the pair of them into a mirror world that I didn’t before in recordings. Props to everyone for standing behind those walls to keep up the appearance that they are still on the other side instead of just exiting.

- The black angels are doing so much in the background I want a star angle for them. I think legitimately one of them hit themselves in the face they kicked so high.

- Shout out to the musumeyaku that slipped and ate it center stage as the “Elisabeth reveals her Hungary dress” scene was setting up. The recovery was as effortless as it could be, I hope you’re ok!

- The woman who sat on my right promptly fell asleep but rocketed awake in time for the finale of Watashi Dake Ni. Ma’am I’m sure you’ve seen the show 10+ times but I have no idea how you fall asleep when the music is so loud. I salute you.

- I guess I should mention Tamaki and Miya at this point huh? :D

- Tamaki’s costuming was really cool to see live. The wig was blond with a dark teal top that looked great with the finale costumes. The Last Dance military look was especially striking.

- She made Tod a soft and sympathetic force of nature, one that really reflected what Chapi was desiring at different times - love, peace, a respite from the world, etc. I genuinely appreciated the take on the character but it leads to my #1 complaint with the show:

- The stage direction needs to change. Tamaki’s interpretation of Tod did not match the staging she had to hit, which came across in the way she sang the line “ai to shi no rondo” soooooo sweetly, but then she still had to have the “shineba ii” scene be creepy and aggressive. I would have liked to see a sweet, more nurturing/supportive take on that line so that Elisabeth would be more wholly tempted to go through with it.

- I also would have liked to have heard Tod’s songs in a different key. While I fully understand that there are a plethora of reasons for why Elisabeth’s direction does not change, Tamaki was struggling with intervals and certain high notes (though not all of them, which I thought was interesting.) It’s nearing the end of the Tokyo run and she is giving it 150%, but I would have loved to see what this Tod could have been like with some altered staging and 100% security in the vocal performance.

- That being said, the way Tamaki sang “ai to shi no rondo” made me sigh and think, ‘tbh I’d trade places with Elisabeth’. Then I thought about Sophie and I very quickly backpedaled.

- There was also an amazing effect when Tod is leaving Elisabeth as she wakes up where the center state is covered in fog and rotating extremely fast, and Tamaki has her left foot lifted and angled slightly such that from my seat it looked like she was floating away. I was floored.

- Justice for folks playing Franz! It’s a brutal role designed to be disliked and potentially sympathized with but I forgot that Miya was playing it. She did a great job, sounded great, etc. But boy is Franz not all that present. The Madame scene was fun but again, not a whole lot to do. I was so glad to see her in the finale crushing it like the badass she is.

- As I was on the first floor I didn’t see the disco ball starting up so I legitimately jumped when the kickline started. It was straight fire though.

- The duet dance between Tamaki and Chapi was GORGEOUS. That one dance put tons of context and emotion into their relationship as Tod and Elisabeth. I would have liked to have seen it in the main show.

- I need to see a Moon Troupe show live now with a full revue, as that snippet of a finale really blew me away.

All in all, mad props to Moon Troupe and this production of Elisabeth. Chapi is a true tour de force and I look forward to seeing what she does after her taidan. I also cannot wait to see where Moon Troupe goes from here - I think Anna Karenina and On The Town will both be fantastic.

If you liked this scattershot format look forward to reviews of My Fair Lady, Castle of the White Heron, Thunderbolt Fantasy and Phantom soon!

#takarazuka #moon troupe #tamaki ryou #manaki reika #elisabeth #2018

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jackmckenna-writing · 5 years

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Untitled Story - I

Just a little piece I’ve been toying around with at the moment - no plot, just writing for the sake of it.

It was Springtime when I first realised that I was lost.

I had tried to express this to Sami, my best friend, but he was too busy pacing forwards, turning, and pacing back again. He had this grand idea that a night bus would be soon to pick us up, and that we would be able to find a Bed and Breakfast in a town to get a good night’s sleep. I had already lay my jumper down in a tangle for my head to rest upon, lying flat on the bench. He relented, nonetheless.

Sami had a story behind him. His family, Spanish, moved here in a couple decades ago and worked their way to a comfortable home. He speaks both languages, and he just has this aura about him that I cannot transcribe. We became friends a while ago, I spoke a bit of Spanish, he spoke a bit of English, I helped him get about. It caused this dynamic where he would linger behind me, waiting for translation, rarely opening his mouth, and always watching with his squinted eyes. He felt like a shadow, quiet to everyone else and largely prominent with me. He would open up on these grand dialogues; his mind was trumpets and cymbals, a whole orchestra wild in his brain. He was practising getting his wild ideas into English on me, and this became habitual. The quiet guy all my acquaintances knew would be the excitable maniac I spent my nights with. We waited on.

I explained about us “being lost. It’s a state of mind more than anything”. I used my hands a lot in this description, I wasn’t sure what I was symbolising under the moon’s hazy gaze, but I could see Sami turn his eye in my direction as my hands animated themselves.

“It’s coming. Just wait a bit longer”, abruptly.

Sami has a story behind him, as I mentioned, I do not. I’m run-of-the-mill. I find it hard to communicate myself to others because I lack the foundations to make me stand tall. The world is full of dynamism and electricity and I’m an empty spark. I do, however, love to ignite others, I watch on quietly as Sami electrifies; people love to talk to me, but I rarely ever talk to them. They don’t see that of course.

The moon was washing the cold air with its soft light, stars would start their night shifts across the sky. They would flash out of the black and hang there slow, as my mind drifted off and my eyes became heavy.

***

“You missed out, again” Sami blocked the sun from my eye, the sky was cloudy and moved quickly beside his ears. “I’ve mentioned it before, but I will again, you miss out on a lot when you do stuff like that”.

I had fallen asleep. I felt grey bags pulling my eyes downwards and my mouth stung with dryness. I grabbed the metal bottle of water out of my bag.

“Ah well. It didn’t come, I waited all night for nothing. You missed a lot though. You have to stay awake and keep an eye out because it never stops, even when the stars are out” He had walked into the middle of the road and stared either way briefly during this utterance, he was now turning back towards me, sat up on the bench. “It’ll be here soon”.

I wiped my mouth and asked about what had happened over the night that made him so passionate.

A sigh, followed by a despondent, “Look, I’ll tell you when we’re sat on the coach. I’m still in process” came out of his equally dry mouth.

I could tell by his manner he felt dejected, so I hastened to try and take his mind elsewhere. Firstly, though, I went behind the bus stop to urinate. I looked onwards across the small, green hills. I was reasonably close to home, but those hills felt so far away. We had set off travelling because we had nothing better to do, and I knew it would have resulted in this. We were stranded more than ever; money was running low and the days were growing longer. Something was due to pick up for us and we were waiting eagerly for it. My view lifted from the Yorkshire plains to the cloudy sky above, they moved quickly and gave me hope for changes to come, even the sky couldn’t stay still.

Low rumbles of a bus drew our attention down the road. We weren’t waiting for a bus to stop on any particular side, in fact, any direction would be better than where we were. So, as soon as the sight of a bus appeared to be heading in the opposite direction to where we were stood, we gathered our bags and crossed the road in anticipation. Sami had already dug out all of the change in both our pockets ready to pay the driver, and his countenance became much more reassured as the bus approached.

It grew bigger on the road and it took the moment’s eternity to shatter before we could step through the cool air of the busses aisles and sit in the middle seat of the two rows to the disappointment of tired travellers.

Me and Sami talked briefly about the night until he grew withdrawn as more eyes turned our way. I meanwhile got into talk with the man sat next to me. He was set for his new job, all he had to do was “sign the contract, and I’ll be sorted me” in his slow, crawling accent.

He talked about his girlfriend, they had broken up, and now he had the job they would get back together. He was sure of this. He turned and with a twitch that registered his surprise that he was not alone in the conversation, asked me about my “misses”, “back at home”.

I made it up. I didn’t tell him about Jenny because there was no point. He had better live in fantasy than with the truth, because what would the truth ever get him. He’ll never know me, and I’ll never know him. Time will pull us apart and life will go on.

“Spending too much time on the road for a girl, I’ll find her one day though I’m sure”, I cleared my throat and watched the green hills blur outside, “I’m just too busy at the moment”.

This had spurred him to talk about his work again, and I listened, carefully. The world was going, moving forward like a shiny red ball; he was a dog, happily following along, tail wagging, eager to get it caught, but with no mind about whether it would ever stop. The stories went on and I let them flood my mind. Sami’s eyes cut to the left and I could tell his ears were wide open too.

We passed through town after town as the bus fluctuated with people. I waited for Sami to motion for us to depart. The excitable man next to me left shortly after his story had begun to repeat itself, and I scrambled to the window seat for Sami to move next to me.

His tired eyes scanned the bus as he moved across the aisle.

“We’ll be in Leeds soon my man. I asked him when we got on. I charged my phone too.” Each sentence was like a bullet flying by my ears. “We’re going to head to Tommo’s place and crash there for a night or two.”

This bullet landed between my eyes. I liked Sami because he led me into the future and further from the past, but everyone now and then the past would catch us up. Tommo was a university friend of ours, still living the student lifestyle despite university being far gone. His house was a den for late nights and even later mornings. Sami liked it though, it was one of the few environments where he could let himself loose to escape from his mind. Meanwhile I would be facing the very opposite effect, however sharing the same outcome.

I was staring out of the window at the approaching skyline when I felt Sami’s head slump onto my shoulder, drool hanging out of his mouth. I took this opportunity to likewise put my phone on charge and dig my notebook out of by bag. I scribbled some ingenuine verse that I knew would get published in the right places before I felt brave enough to switch my phone screen on.

Tommo had text me, ignored. My parents had too, I opened it whilst whilst massaging my temple with my empty hand.

“Hi Georgey. Hope all is well, just messaging to see how your trip is going. Your dad and I have been a bit worried, but we know you’ll be OK. We sent some money over anyhow. Lots of love xx’

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I could eat for a bit longer and sent them a long-winded reply back that channelled my creative writing degree more than any poetry could. “What a wonderful time George is having” they would tell their friends over afternoon tea.

Leeds grew ever closer until the bus terminated in the centre of the city. Sami woke immediately and dragged me along, speaking to himself in Spanish. It was a still Spring day, the mild sun cancelled out the mild breeze. “Lunch is on you”, he said as he marched towards Tesco and I walked behind. “I’ll get us some stuff for tonight”. It was as if he saw the text from my parents.

‘Stuff’. I bought us two meal deals and waited outside watching the suits and ties pass by. The clean, white shirts reminded me of my own smelly, check shirt, reminding me to make full use of their washing machine as we got to Tommo’s.

Sami burst through the door and without pausing led the way towards the house. A bottle of rum balanced on top of a crate of beers as the offices turned into terraced houses around us.

“This is why we do it man. These kinds of nights, ohhhh it’s going to be wild”, his gaze was fixed forwards towards the hanging sun. “Tommo has invited everyone in Leeds, and Sheff too! Mike, Lewis and them lot, Anna, Jenny and Mia’s lot too. God knows who else will be there”. As his voice rode the waves of his words a bounce would be added to each step, a smirk wrapped around his cheeks.

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illuminating-dragons · 7 years

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Nesting (8/?): This Moment Here With You

Summary: This is Sam and Sarah's big day!

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Sam leaned against the door of the gallery, watching Sarah talk to a buyer. The older woman was smiling and nodding, and Sam felt a burst of pride. Sarah didn’t just sell art; she sold stories. She would have tracked down the perfect painting for this lady, taking into account her past, her present, and her interior decorating.

Sam hid his own painting behind his back. He’d never been good at drawing; stick figures were sometimes beyond him. But he’d worked hard on this one for a couple of months, and he really wanted Sarah’s opinion.

When the lady brushed past him with her painting, Sarah looked up. “Hi baby. You ready for lunch?”

“Actually, I’m not hungry.” He really wasn’t, he was so nervous. “Could you take a look at this?” The canvas was wrapped tightly, hiding the finished product of two months worth of broken brushes, empty paint tubes, and late nights staying awake and staring at the blankness, trying to decide if he felt ready to fill it in.

He was, but was she?

Sarah took it in surprise. “Who is this from?”

“Me.” Sam hesitated for a second. “I’ll be downstairs.”

“Sam?”

But he was already down the stairs and into his second-hand bookstore. There wasn’t anyone in right now; it was his usual lunch hour. Smith Center wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to support this little store, and next to the Bunker it was Sam’s favourite place in the world. Now he paced the aisles, feeling dizzy.

He heard Sarah’s footsteps on the stairs and walked quickly towards the cash register. To his dismay, Sarah didn’t follow him. She was walking purposefully, looking for something. Sam craned his neck and saw her pull a book off the shelf and scribble something in it.

Heart in his throat, Sam watched her approach, hands behind her back. When she got up to the counter, she put a book down.

“I want this one.”

The Princess Bride.

Sam had a flashback to their first date.

Their first real date, at a diner that actually made amazing salads and chicken burgers. “I hate that my name means princess,” Sarah groaned. “I never wanted to be one.”

“I think you’d be a kickass princess,” Sam argued. “Princess of art and awesomeness.”

Sam picked up the book with trembling hands, and opened it.

In Sarah’s messing handwriting was one simple word, a word that held so much power.

Yes.

Sam walked around the counter. “Really?”

Sarah nodded, eyes shining. “Yes!”

Sam swept her into his arms, her arms going around his neck as he held her. “I promise I’ll be good,” he whispered.

“I promise I’ll take care of you,” Sarah replied. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Oh!” Sam fumbled in his pocket for the box. “I have a ring.”

Sarah’s eyes widened when she saw the ring. “Sam…”

“Bobby helped me find it,” Sam explained. “It’s not a diamond, I know how you feel about those. It’s moissanite.”

“It’s beautiful,” Sarah whispered. “And it’s so sparkly!”

Sam grinned as he slipped the ring onto her finger. “Only the best for my princess,” he said.

Sarah nestled against him. “I guess I can be your princess. But only you.”

Sam held her close, tears in his eyes. “As you wish, my lady.”

The ‘S’ wedding was the third ‘Men of Letters’ wedding (Donna and Jody jokingly referred to themselves as the Hipster Hunters, ‘creating networks before it was cool’), so it was a calmer project.

Sarah made her own dress with Anna’s help, and she spent the bulk of the lead-up to the wedding working on that and the decorations. Hannah, Meg and Gabriel got involved too, and one of the big storerooms in the Bunker was off-limits for everyone else.

Sam was in charge of the rest (which was mildly terrifying), but he pulled himself together. He asked Benny, Dean and Jody if they would help with cooking, and planned a menu, he sent out invitations to the few guests who didn’t live in Lebanon, and he got a playlist together. That was the toughest part.

Sarah enjoyed music greatly, and her taste was much more eclectic than his. She’d already given him a list of songs she wanted to play absolutely, but as for their first dance…

He just didn’t know what to do.

There were songs that reminded him of parts of them, parts of their relationship, but Sam couldn’t think of one song that could sum them up perfectly.

It was finally two weeks before the wedding, and in utter desperation Sam asked Dean. “I feel like a failure,” he confessed bitterly. “How come I can’t find the right song?”

“You’re thinking about it the wrong way,” Dean answered. “Cas picked ours because he felt like it told his story waiting for me.”

“Awwww…”

Dean didn’t even blush. Sam was so proud. “If she’s giving you the song choice, give her a story. Find one that feels like you’re saying it.”

And just like that, Sam remembered a band Sarah loved unapologetically, one that he was sure had a song for them.

He was right.

The wedding guests were partly from Sarah’s family (some of whom weren’t totally impressed with Sarah’s decision to move to the middle of nowhere, Kansas), so the magic in the ceremony had to be even more understated than Jody and Donna’s wedding. It was present in the smaller things: a bit of extra room, guests from Heaven, the easing of joint pain in the older and injured guests so they could enjoy themselves.

Sam barely noticed. The bookstore was crowded with people (even with most of the books moved upstairs by his three best men), and the walls were draped in soft blue fabric, embroidered with silver flowers and golden stars. He stood near the counter, waiting for Sarah to come down the stairs.

And she came, drifting down the stairs on her father’s arm.

Sam’s heart nearly stopped. Her dress was beautiful, and he recognized the pattern—Buttercup’s dress from the Princess Bride. Only instead of pale blue it was silver, shining against Sarah’s skin. The tiara sparkled against her dark hair.

The crowd stared in awe as Sarah approached, smiling hugely under her misty veil. Her father was crying, and Sam realized that his own eyes were blurring.

Sarah hugged her Dad, and he lifted the veil from her face and pressed her hand into Sam’s. Sam took her other hand, held them close in his much larger ones.

Chuck was watching them, and it was a moment before he cleared his throat. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

Their vows were the traditional ones, passed down in a church Sarah’s mother had once belonged to. Sarah knew God now, had angels for in-laws, but she asked if they could do as close to a Catholic wedding as you could outside a church for her mother, and Sam had agreed.

And even though he’d heard the words before, heard them thousands of times in movies, they felt powerful and strong when he spoke them.

“I do,” he said. I will do everything to love you, to take care of you, because you are the greatest gift I’ve ever been given.

“I do,” Sarah said, and he heard I will love you and cherish you, I will never leave because you are my home.

And he kissed her, hoping that she’d heard him, that she understood.

And one look in her eyes when the kiss ended, her shining, beautiful eyes, told him she had.

The bookstore was far too small for dancing, even with Gabriel’s “tweaking”, so they walked together down to the hall. It was decorated too, and it felt like they’d stepped into a softer world, one where their families could be friends and chat without fear.

Maybe it wasn’t a different world, Sam mused as he ate with Sarah on his lap. Maybe it was the one they were starting to build.

Dean tapped his glass, and Sam grinned at Sarah. “I win,” he whispered.

Sarah kissed the grin off his face. “You had the advantage.”

Sam smiled and watched his brother stand. Yes, he was pretty sure Dean was going to be the one that did the speech. Cas had sorted out his outfit, and Adam had been dealing with minor crises (spilled wine, crying second cousin, odd symbol on one of the napkins).

“I’m not going to go on too long,” Dean promised. “I know my brother’s looking forward to his first dance. I’ve been helping him practice, and boy did he need it!”

Sam scowled at him. He wasn’t a naturally graceful dancer, sue him. There was no need for everyone to start referring to him as ‘Moose’.

“Anyways, where are my notecards…damn it. Guess I’m winging it.”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“Sammy, when we were growing up you always talked about the lady you wanted to fall in love with. You wanted someone beautiful and brave, who liked to read and didn’t like licorice.”

Sarah laughed. Sarah gave him a thumbs up.

“You wanted someone kind, too,” Dean continued. “Someone who liked dogs, who liked to cuddle, and who wanted to help people. I always told you that there was no such woman, that there would never be anyone that perfect. Truth was, I never thought you’d find anyone good enough for you, who’s all those things yourself.”

Sam’s throat went tight.

“And now look,” Dean said. “You found her, Sammy, and I was so wrong.” He raised his glass to Sarah. “Welcome to the family, little sister! I’ll educate you about licorice someday!”

Sarah wiped her eyes.

“Alright, time for dancing!” Dean’s voice was gruff now, and Sam could see the effort he was putting in to not breaking down. “You ready, Sammy?”

Sam set Sarah on her feet and led her to the dance floor. He took her in his arms and nodded to Dean.

There’s a place

I’ve been looking for

That took me in and out of buildings

Behind windows, walls and doors

Sarah’s face lit up as they started to dance. “How did you know?” she whispered as he spun her around.

“Knew what?” Sam asked, baffled .

“This is how I think about you,” Sarah said. She leaned her head against his chest. “I know…I know you’ve had it bad Sam. And I can’t understand what you went through. But there have been a lot of moments where I thought I would never be happy. Never have this. I’m glad I do now.”

Sam held her as tight as he could, letting the music swirl around them for a moment. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted,” he whispered brokenly. “I’m so happy that I have the chance to do the same for you. We’re together now, and everything is going to be alright. We’re here.”

Sarah laughed. “Come on, baby. Let’s keep dancing.”

And I wouldn’t change a thing,

I’d walk right back through the rain,

Back to every broken heart on the day that it was breaking.

And I’d relive all the years,

And be thankful for the tears,

I’ve cried with every stumbled step that led to you,

And got me here.

Hours later, a little while after the older guests were starting to leave, Sam went outside for a break. His head was spinning a bit from champagne (he’d lost his tolerance for alcohol), and he took a few deep breaths of the soft spring air.

“You look happy, Sam.”

Chuck had materialized beside him.

“I am happy,” Sam said, inclining his head. “And that is thanks to you.”

Chuck shook his head. “You’re not very good at giving yourself credit. Or your wife, for that matter.”

“I didn’t mean her,” Sam said hurriedly. “I just meant that you—you brought me to her.”

“No, I didn’t.” Chuck sounded like he was patiently explaining to a two year old why the square block wasn’t fitting in the triangle slot. “I gave you a sign that you could be happy with her. You and Sarah created your love together. That had nothing to do with me. I am very happy that it worked out, and you’re both to be congratulated.”

Sam bowed his head again.

“Sarah told me she’s only accepting her ‘princess’ name because she likes being your princess,” Chuck mused. “Do you know what your name means, Samuel?”

Sam looked at him, startled by the change in his voice. There was a deeper tone to it, more like the Voice that silenced the chaos in Heaven a few years before.

“I…I don’t, actually.”

“Samuel has two meanings. It can mean ‘Name of God’—which is a bit confusing, frankly, and why I didn’t use it—but it also means ‘God has heard’.” Chuck tilted Sam’s chin so that their eyes met. “Sam, I have left you unanswered for too long, and you have come through many trials with a worthy soul. Go in peace now, with hope in your heart. I will hear you.”

Sam swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

“You shouldn’t be thanking me for starting to do my job again.” Chuck drew Sam down and kissed his forehead. “Enjoy your party. Enjoy your family. Enjoy your bride. The Bahamas, right?”

“Sarah really wanted to go,” Sam said.

Chuck laughed. “Pack sunscreen!”

“I will.”

“Goodbye, Sam. See you soon.” And Chuck vanished.

When Sam and Sarah returned from the Bahamas, the first thing they did was hang up the painting Sam had made for Sarah. It was a simple picture, and one day their youngest daughter would draw far better. Sarah still called it the greatest work of art she’d ever seen.

It was a sketch of a slightly-better-than-stick man kneeling in front of a woman surrounded by canvases. Each canvas had a letter on it.

They spelled out ‘Will you marry me?’

Song used: ‘Here’ by Rascal Flatts

#spn fanfiction #spn au #sam winchester #sarah blake #sam winchester/sarah blake #AWOBS verse #nesting #wedding #acme146 fanfiction #crosspost from AO3 #rascal flatts song

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