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hunterxreaderoneshots · 1 year

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Eager to Learn - Hunter x Fem! Human! Reader (Part 1)

THANKS TO THEM SPOILERS

Hunter was struggling with too much in the Demon Realm. The image of Belos’ disgusting, deformed mutation, and his pale face standing out; it terrified him.

“Hunter, why are you hurting me? I only wanted to help you!”

He shuddered, remembering how his face immediately turned back into that of a monsters’. And that’s just what he is… a monster…

His mind trailed off again, remembering when he realized he was a Grimalker. His eyes teared slightly, and he looked around at everyone else still trying to gather themselves in Camila’s snug home. He realized Luz had gone off to the bathroom, and so he made his way towards her, the thought of being a Grimwalker still fresh in his mind.

…

After months, Hunter was thriving in the Human Realm. He had learned and picked up “human hobbies” that fascinated him; he even sewed his very own shirt! Rather than having the sigil of the Golden Guard on it, it had three of the same gorgeous animals he had fallen in love with: wolves. He was excited about his shirt, but it wasn’t done quite yet. And so he put together a very fashionable set of clothes for an outing today. Of course, he needed to hide his ears so he put a beanie over them.

Usually the Hexide Squad would wander around together, Luz leading the way and everyone following, learning the wonders of the enchanting human realm. Today, Hower, Hunter wasn’t in the mood to be around the others. He thought he had seen Belos and it tormented him to think that maybe he still existed. He thought Belos was dead after The Collector flicked him into a wall but, was he?

Hunter shivered slightly at the thought. He looked up from the sidewalk and to the shops to the left of him: A library! He had been doing research on Gravesfield and its history of witch hunting, hoping he could get some answers. Witch Hunter: Is that why Belos named him that? No, no, no. Not now. Don’t think, don’t think, you’ll be fine…

Hunter walked in and was flooded with the smell of paper and books. The library was rather empty. There was a walkway that led to a counter where a young girl stood. To the left of it were some shelves and tables, and to the right there were computers and more shelves.

“Oh hello there!” Hunter flinched back to the sound of the girl welcoming him, “Welcome to the Gravesfield Library!” Hunter made his way towards the counter.

“Uh, hi…” He said shyly, “Uh… nice place you got here.” He said, admiring the shelves full of books. He had always loved studying different things. He was fascinated by books and the immeasurable knowledge they held. But he could never share what he learned; he knew better than to admire wild magic. No, there’s nothing wrong with that. Just… him…

“Oh, thank you!” She chirped, “We try to keep it as comfortable and welcoming as we can. Say, I don’t recognize you, are you new here?” Hunter’s face flushed red: had he just been caught? What would she do? Should he run and hide? “Uhh- I- uh- yes!” He responded quickly, “I’m new and I’m staying with a friend. I just, uh, wanted to learn more about the town since it’s so, uh- full of history! And… intriguing?” She smiled at him.

“Oh sure! We have tons of history about Gravesfield. This old town goes back to the 1600s!” She explained.

“Huh, you don’t say.” He replied, crossing his arms. “It’s incredible the change that can go on in a few hundred years.”

“Sure is!” She replied. “Anyways, if you wanna find out more about Gravesfield, we have some books over there, in the History section” she said, pointing to her right. “Look for the books under ‘Gravesfield,’ they should have a blue tag on them.” Hunter looked to his left and saw what he was looking for.

“Oh, thank you- uhh..”

“(Y/N)! I’m (Y/N).” She said, and Hunter blushed lightly. He had never heard that name before. It sounded lovely.

“Oh, well. Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Hunter.” He smiled softly at her. He could feel the tips of his pointed ears burning.

“Well, Hunter, if you need anything I’ll be right here.” She flashed a smile at him. “Oh, and welcome to Gravesfield by the way! I hope you like it here.” He smiled at her.

“Thank you! And yeah, I do like it here.”

Despite everything, Hunter felt at home in the human realm. How strange was it to feel at home somewhere he’d never been in? Is it a part of me that’s human and feels back at home? He froze. Was he the only Grimwalker to survive long enough to see the human realm? He felt his hands begin to shake and decided to look for his book.

After a while of looking, pulling out different books, and realizing that the dust on them meant nobody cared for these books, he found a few that interested him. They were about the old witch hunters of Gravesfield and the newer books were a revision of Gravesfield. (Y/N) had been right, there was a ton of history to learn.

He made his way back to the checkout counter. Was he excited to see (Y/N) again? He felt slightly nervous about approaching her.

As he went up to her, she looked up from her computer and smiled, “Oh wow! You weren’t joking when you said you wanted to find out more!” He smiled shyly at her. “Heh heh… Yeah. I guess you could say I’m quite the researcher.” She smiled at him.

“All right, well, since you’re new here I’m gonna assume you don’t have a library card. All you need to do is fill out this sheet and I’ll give you your own card in a minute! We have plenty of personalizable designs.” She pulled out a laminated sheet of paper with little examples of different designs. One caught his eyes: one with a wolf on it!

“Oh! Can I have that one?!” He asked excitedly, and (Y/N) giggled seeing his enthusiasm.

“You sure can. Here, I’ll load the card into the machine and you can give me the sheet back when you’re done.” She took the laminated sheet back and pulled out an empty plastic card from a bin on her desk. She walked towards a machine and Hunter got to work filling out his information.

It only asked for basic information like his name, age, contact information and address. He figured he’d put Camila’s information where he could, knowing he didn’t have the rest of the information the Human Realm required for humans.

“(Y/N)! I’m done!” He said happily, looking at his work. He was more excited about the library card then about actually reading the books at this point.

“Awesome!” I’ll be right back with your card!” She took his paper, input the information into the machine, and in a few minutes she had a library card just for him. “OK, this card is free, but a replacement will be five dollars, so be careful! You can check out as many books as you like but we have a limit of two weeks per check out. Just pop on by and renew them, and you’ll be good for another two weeks!” She explained to him. Hunter smiled sheepishly as she handed him his card.

“Thank you!” He was so excited to get his card he almost forgot why he had gone to the library in the first place. “So uh, is this it?” He asked.

“Oh, I need to scan your card and then your books,” she explained. Hunter handed her his card and stack of books, and one by one, she scanned everything.

“All right! You’re good to go!” She said happily, giving him his things, “I hope to see you again soon,” She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you again.” He blushed lightly. Had he made his first friend in the Human Realm?

“Oh wait!” She exclaimed, pulling out another sheet of paper, “We’re having something here in Gravesfield soon!” She handed him a poster of what looked like a carnival.

“Oh, uh, what is it?” He asked her, taking the poster and examining it.

“We’ll be having a Halloween Festival in a few weeks. There will be all sorts of activities and fun stuff. I’ll be there with a little booth full of more books about Gravesfield. I’d be happy to see you there.” Hunter blushed and almost squeaked, she wanted to see him again!

“Oh, of course! You can count on me!” She flashed a smile at him as a light blush grew across her (s/c) face.

“Awesome! I’ll see you there!” And with that, Hunter was on his way back to Camila’s. He was too excited about seeing (Y/N) at the carnival to even care for all the books he was lugging. It’ll be ok! I can spend some time with her there and then… Then what? Hunter wasn’t sure about what he’d do, but he knew he wanted to see her again.

…

Weeks had passed and it was the evening of the carnival. Everyone had been surprised to find out Hunter knew about it before they did. The group was excited to tell Luz about the chance that there was Titan Blood, and that they could all go back to the Demon Realm.

Hunter had finished his shirt, and he wore it under his costume. He had taken extra care in his detail, wondering if (Y/N) would like it. Everyone was wearing a sort of costume, and they hoped no one would suspect they weren’t human.

As Hunter walked around, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Belos might be… there. He tried to drown it with the hope of seeing (Y/N) again. He looked around carefully hoping to catch her form, and almost jumped with joy when he finally found her.

He ran up to the booth, his smile ear to ear and his face blushing madly. He felt like he hadn’t seen her in forever when in reality he had visited the library as much as he could.

“(Y/N)!” He called out, and she quickly faced him, a smile on her face just as big as his.

“Hunter! Hi!” She waved as he approached her. “How are you? Are you having fun?” He smiled shyly as he got closer. He wasn’t expecting it but (Y/N) leaned over the booth and gave him a hug. His face turned to a dark red and he froze, not knowing what to do. He couldn’t think of the last time someone hugged him. He finally embraced her too, and a strange feeling of comfort washed over him, with something else. It almost felt like the satisfaction of completing a puzzle of chugging down water after waking up from an unexpectedly long nap. He had no idea what to compare it to, he just felt like… he had been giving something he had been starved from…

She finally pulled away after a good squeeze, “I’m so happy you came! I’ve been looking for you since we set up the booth!” Hunter blushed, she was holding his hands in hers. She was so cheerful and comforting. He wanted to rest in her arms and feel her embrace again.

“Wait- really? You’ve been waiting for me?” He blushed and felt his heart race. No one had made him feel like this. No one had ever made him feel this good.

“Mhm,” she hummed, nodding, “Hey, do you mind if I come with you? I don’t think Ms. Oscar minds if I go.” He smiled and a woman behind (Y/N) smiled and waved dismissively.

“I’d love it if you came with me! You can show me around!” She smiled happily at him. Together, they walked away from the booth and towards the fun.

“I love your costume by the way! Your ears look so real!” He blushed nervously. That’s because they are… Would she still love them if she knew?

They spent a while together looking at different things, playing games at booths and talking together. Hunter didn’t remember the last time he had felt this good. Maybe when Luz had accepted him as family…

Finally, they approached the others by the hayride, and everyone got in. She quickly learned that these were his friends.

On the ride, they learned about the story of the Wittebane Brothers. (Y/N) however, was familiar with these stories. She had studied just about as much as Hunter did.

Hunter and his friends were noticeably uncomfortable. She could tell there was some strange tension between all of them. Maybe they didn’t like the tale of the brothers, or maybe it really had scared them.

As soon as the ride was over, Hunter got off with someone dressed as Azura and the two suddenly disappeared. (Y/N) figured something was wrong and decided it was best to give him space, so she stuck with his friends who happily let her stay by.

After a couple of minutes, everyone began to awkwardly shift around. It seemed like they all had a feeling something was wrong. Apparently, it wasn’t like Luz and Hunter to just disappear.

The girl with an orange wig spoke first, “Luz? Hunter?”

(Y/N) suddenly realized how long it had been since they disappeared.

Suddenly, a woman and another girl who seemed to be of (Y/N)’s age appeared.

“Kid!” The woman shouted, “Has anyone seen Luz?” she asked worriedly. “And has she um…” She hesitated for a moment, “said anything… weird?”

“Boom!” The girl exclaimed, “Find A Phone!” She pulled out a phone and on the screen appeared what seemed to be Luz’s location, and so the group began to move out.

(Y/N) stuck with them as they made their way into the forest and closer to the Old Graveyard. She hoped the two were all right, or that they were trying to prank them.

As the group got closer to Luz’s location, they began shouting for them.

“Luz?! I think she’s this way!” Amity exclaimed, and soon everyone else began calling out.

“Mija?!”

“Luz!”

“Hunter!”

“Guys?! Where are you?!”

“Hunter!” (Y/N) shouted out as loudly as she could, wishing she would find him.

She didn’t know what else to do other than hope Hunter was all right. She walked with them until she could make out their shapes, but… something was wrong…

She then realized there were flashes of colors and shapes, and… there was a strange new detail on Hunter. He didn’t have horns on his costume… The group then ran forwards and she could see what was wrong: Luz and Hunter were fighting, and his skin and eyes had changed color. She froze, not knowing what to do, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Is that- Hunter?” Camila asked. She stared, wide-eyed, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Something’s wrong-” Gus stared intently at the two across the ice bridge.

What’s going on- is this some sort of prank? (Y/N) tried to think, but she didn’t know what to do. She felt panic start to burn in her veins, is Hunter ok??

Hunter looked at the group, and then at Luz, a grim smile on his face, “See, this is why you’re so useful, Luz,” he said, yet it sounded like another voice was echoing his words. “You’re so desperate to help people, you even helped me meet The Collector.”

“What-” Amity froze, and the group shuffled awkwardly again, exchanging frightened looks.

That is NOT Hunter’s voice… (Y/N) began to tremble. She didn’t understand what was happening.

Luz began to panic, “I-I didn’t mean to-” she held her arms out in distress, “I-I thought I was doing something good!” Her voice was breaking and her fear began to leak.

“But… you DID do something good!” (Y/N) didn’t know what to think anymore, it looked like Hunter but it wasn’t his voice, “I thought this one was a lost cause” the voice said, retracting what looked like claws into normal hands, and he stared at them almost admiringly.

“Because of you,” He said arrogantly, “We can finish our work as witch hunters- starting with THEM!”

A claw came hurling towards them, and Amity suddenly pulled out a staff and deflected the hit. Willow and Gus followed, pulling out their own staffs, and suddenly, they flew off and began to circle ‘Hunter’.

(Y/N) was trembling. She didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t understand what was going on. All she could do was stare in absolute horror. H-Hunter??

The fight was a wild frenzy. There were suddenly several of Gus, and ‘Hunter’ extended his arm, and hit one, deflecting a cloud of purple right after.

“Ha!” He exclaimed triumphantly.

Gus then circled ‘Hunter’, “Hey Belos, remember me?” he asked mockingly. He grimaced and aimed at Gus, but Willow caught his arm and dragged it down.

“Hang tight, Hunter!” Vee called out. She inhaled and, suddenly, wisps of blue were coming to her.

‘Hunter’ cried and pulled back ferociously, and then aimed at Vee with his other arm.

“Vee! Watch out!” Amity shouted, swiftly grabbing her and pulling her away in time just as the claw crushed the bridge.

(Y/N) watched in horror as everything unfolded. She didn’t understand or have the slightest clue on why or how any of this was happening.

‘Hunter’ hit Gus, Willow and Amity, sending them crashing into the ground. (Y/N) jumped back and yelped. She looked up to see that Luz had a staff too now, and she was holding it around ‘Hunter’.

“I know you can hear me, Hunter!” She cried out, “Fight! Him! Off!” He threw her over his shoulder and she screamed, flying in the air. Amity then swiftly twisted her staff around, and a circle of purple light appeared: she was summoning plants. They grew towards Luz and brought the broken bridge back together, catching her safely as she fell.

The staff Luz had been using shrunk, and turned into a cardinal. It flew up the ‘Hunter’s head and began desperately chirping and flapping.

“That’s right,” He muttered, catching the little bird, “you wouldn’t want me hurting your precious palisman- would you?” The bird chirped and cried in fear, “Oh, but again- I don’t care what you want” he said, a grim smile creeping onto his face.

“Goodbye, Evelyn,” he crushed the bird in his claws, the ends of them going completely through the red cardinal. Everyone gasped in horror, watching as green wisps bled out of him.

“NO!” (Y/N) screamed.

One of ‘Hunter’s’ hand reached out towards the bird, when suddenly it grabbed the wrist instead, and released the bird. He began shaking violently, as if trying to control himself.

“Flapjack!” Luz cried out in agony, tears in her eyes, “Flapjack… you’ll be ok…” She tried to reassure the little bird fighting for its life.

Hunter grunted, his arms moving hastily, and he stumbled closer and closer to the water. He punched himself and fell, panting madly.

“You know what I’d like, Belos?” He stood back up, grabbing his arm, walking closer to the water, “I’d like to leave the Emperor’s Coven, and never step foot in that throne room again! I’d like to study wild magic, and learn to carve palismen!” He stepped closer and closer to the edge, “I’d like to attend Hexside as a regular student, and play Flyer Derby with my friends!” He grabbed a small vial with a thick, blue liquid in it, “But most of all, I’d like to make sure, you never hurt anyone AGAIN!" He threw the vile into the water, and suddenly the same echo-like voice returned.

“NO!” It screamed, throwing itself into the water.

“HUNTER!” (Y/N) cried out desperately. Tears were in her eyes, she didn’t know what to do, she was frozen in fear and confusion.

“Oh no, no!” Luz cried out in panic.

Suddenly Camila rushed forwards, “MOVE!” She hurled herself into the water, and quickly came back up with Hunter. He had passed out and laid limp in her arms. She swam towards the bridge and laid him on it.

“Be careful with him!” Willow pleaded as they all surrounded him.

Hunter shook and finally screamed, a green slime flying out of his body, landing several feet away from them. It all came together to form a monster, several feet tall with horns, and a thin, disgusting frame.

(Y/N) was too scared to process it all, she blanked out on what was going on, losing herself in thought trying to find an explanation for all of it. The next thing she knew, the monster was walking through some type of portal, and it disappeared through it.

A moment of silence filled the air, “THAT’S THE BELOS YOU’VE BEEN FIGHTING THE WHOLE TIME?!” Camila exclaimed, horrified.

“Guys! Hunter isn’t moving!” Willow’s voice broke slightly as she spoke, and everyone gathered around him.

(Y/N) held his hand; she didn’t know what else to do. Tears pricked her eyes and shook violently.

“Vee! Call an ambulance!”

“Do human doctors know about possession?”

“Or grimwalkers?!”

(Y/N) looked around frantically, “Wait, what?! Possession? GRIMWALKERS?!”

The group ignored her, all of them desperately throwing out possible solutions and frantic cries.

The little cardinal crept forward, nuzzling Hunter’s lifeless form. It rested on his chest, closing his eyes as a bright light grew from under him. Everyone hushed as a slight glistening sound rang the air, little orbs of light floating up as the bird disappeared.

When he had evaporated into nothing but little specks of light, Hunter groaned and finally moved again. “H-hey guys. Is everyone else ok?” Hunter croaked softly, “Is (Y/N) ok?”

Gus was the first to speak, “Actually, Flapjack-”

“Don’t-” Hunter cut him off, tears streaming down his face “I-I already know” He trembled, gripping his shirt where Flapjack had laid.

“Sit up slowly, baby,” Camila soothed, “are you in pain anywhere?”

(Y/N) gently held his hand and helped him sit up, “I’m ok,” he said in almost a whisper.

(Y/N) ignored everything else for a moment, “Hunter, what just happened? HOW did any of this happen? Are you sure you’re alright? WHO WAS THAT?!”

He just smiled softly at her, “I’ll explain, but, yeah, I’m fine.” Suddenly, she turned around, realizing Camila was saying something about going to the Demon Realm. Hunter and the others made their way towards her. (Y/N) froze, were the stories she had read true? Was there really another world full of magic out there? Suddenly, the portal began to flicker out, “The portal’s closing,” Vee said worriedly.

Luz looked forward, “Then we better head in.”

Hunter began to make his way towards the portal, and (Y/N) felt her heart sink. Hunter stifled a cry and trembled, putting his hand over his chest, “Time to go home, Flap”.

Just as he began to step through, (Y/N) shouted, “HUNTER! WAIT!” She ran to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the portal.

“Wha- (Y/N)?” He stared at her, wide eyed, “(Y/N), I-” before he could continue, she burst out.

“Hunter, wait-” she looked from him, to the portal, and back to him, “Look I don’t know what’s happening or what you’re getting yourself into. There’s no way I’m just gonna let you wander through this by yourself when that… thing just went through.”

Hunter blushed lightly and his gaze softened, “(Y/N), that’s really sweet of you but, you belong here. I’m… I’m not a human,” He said, turning away.

As the two kept talking, Willow, Gus, and Amity all made their way through the portal.

“Hunter, that doesn’t change anything!” She said, smiling at him. His ears perked up. They are real!!

He turned to her again, “What? Really?” He asked, a deep blush coming across his face. Tears almost formed in his eyes.

“Of course this doesn’t change anything!” She said smiling as she took his other hand into her’s. “Look, no matter what this is, what challenge you’re facing or what danger you’re going up against, I want to be here with you the whole way through it!”

Hunter laughed lightly, “(Y/N)! That’s so sweet of you.” He smiled, tears streaming down his face.

“C’mere you!” She exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. Hunter hugged her back, almost sobbing into her shoulder. No one had ever made him feel like this. He wanted to feel like this forever.

As (Y/N) pulled away, she suddenly saw Vee shape-shift into Camila. Camila said something to her, and she shifted back as she was pulled into a hug. When Camila let go, (Y/N) jumped towards Vee.

“Hey, Vee!” She looked towards (Y/N) and blushed in fear.

“Oh! (Y/N), I- uh…”

“Can you do that for me too, please? Tell Ms. Oscar I had a family emergency but will try to be back soon!” Vee smiled at her.

“Sure thing, (Y/N)!”

(Y/N) turned towards Hunter and held out her hand. “Let’s go through, together.” He smiled, blushing again as he took her hand. Together, they walked through the portal and into the Demon Realm.

I’m editing this tomorrow Im gonna *passes away and dies*

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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Screaming over your Witcher au, about to give me a brand new crossover hyperfixation, I simply cannot resist hot men in fantasy

I literally have so much to say about them. This fic is focused on König, and unfortunately 141 are just side characters, but they've really captured my imagination. Also important to note I'm only borrowing inspiration and limited ideas from the Witcher series! The gang is essentially just monster hunters, but 'witchers' was the closest comparison I could come up with. Some additional ideas for you dear anon:

Price was the first of the group. He actually started off hunting witches, and came upon Laswell. Yet he made a different call, and they became allies. From there he became a hunter for hire.

Ghost was of a similar origin, but part of a mercenary squad. They got tangled up with a necromantic cult led by a dark magician (Roba) and he unfortunately was cursed as a result. No one can see his face, otherwise the only thing they can smell is rotting flesh. He stuffs his plague mask with herbs to reduce the smell on his senses. Price rescued him, and now he travels with Price as a life debt.

Gaz was the one who sought out Price instead of vice versa. He's an archer by training, and carried silver tipped arrows in his quiver. Is extremely dexterous and valued for his superior eyesight and quick thinking. Price originally brushed him off, but Gaz convinced him and Price oversaw his training into a fully fledged Witcher. He's also the group medic.

Johnny was originally a knight, but after a monster attack wiped out his entire squad, he was the only one left alive. Price was enlisted to track down the monster (A Harpy) and Soap tagged along for the ride. Eventually, in hunting the thing Soap displayed his courage and battle prowess, and Price recruited him once it was over. He, like he did with Gaz, oversaw the rest of Soap's training. Soap picked up some knowledge on bombs along the way, so he remains a demolitions expert.

Price carries around a pipe still, as well as tobacco.

Soap gets terribly drunk at taverns and flirts with anything that walks, including Ghost. Ghost is the one that usually drags him the scruff of his neck and dumps him across his saddle. Soap sings sea shanties face down on the ride back, but you can't tell the words because his accent is so thick.

Gaz has fallen out of trees while hunting, and it's only happened twice but Soap refuses to let him live it down.

They all ride stocky draft horses to properly carry their gear and armor. Ghost rides a white horse purely for the metaphor "For Death rode on a white horse." and thinks he's very cool and clever for it, but also never says that's the reason.

#fic: rotes madchen

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apatheticlexicographer · 2 years

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ok so over the past 24 hours or so there has been Quite A Lot of drama, and while i’ve mostly been watching from discord, i think there’s a base misconception here in terms of what a lot of people are saying and i want to clear it up.

there’s been discussion about whether or not it’s appropriate for adults to talk to minors. putting aside my own feelings on the matter and the fact that i personally find it rather condescending for people less than a decade older than me to talk about people my age as if we’re ignorant children, i think the folks saying that it’s weird mean well but lack context.

for those who don’t know, the specific buzzword situation of today/yesterday centers around @officialrobinbuckley and they fact that several minors from the skittles squad server call her “mom”. firstly, the “mom” thing is an in joke, and a pretty common type at that. she’s the admin of the server, so she’s a “responsible adult” figure. that’s it. that’s why some of us call her “mom”. secondly, the controversy was started by anon asks sent by somebody who, upon inspection of their blog, turned out to be an Actual P3do pretty clearly trying to frame vry to cover their own ass.

yes, vry is 27 years old, it was her birthday recently. yes, she’s on a server with quite a lot of minors. what i think people aren’t realizing is that:

1- about half the server members are also adults. vry isn’t even the oldest there.

2- vry was one of the first members of the server, and literally one of the first things she said was to check if it was okay that she was an adult. she interacts on the server in the same way as every other member, minor or adult. as i was also one of the first members, i can vouch for the fact that she’s never once said or done anything “weird” or “creepy”. if your argument to that is that i’m too young to know, then unless you personally know vry and have observed concrete behaviour that you find morally suspect all you’re saying is that you don’t respect the emotional maturity of myself or any other minors on the server.

3- discord servers with both minors and adults are the norm for any fandom server that isn’t clearly marked as 18+. i’m on a fair few discord servers from other fandoms and there are several people i talk to who are vry’s age and older. none of them are weird either. an adult existing in a space alongside minors doesn’t automatically make them a p3dophile. me having a conversation with somebody in their late 20s about a fanfic doesn’t mean i’m getting gr0omed.

she didn’t join a server full of children and try to make them befriend her. she joined a server, became an admin because she’s responsible, and has continued to do nothing other than message normally.

(also, if i may be so bold, 27 is not that old. it’s barely more than a quarter of a lifespan. saying “they’re more than a decade older than you!!!” as if it’s some unholy horror is kind of amusing to me honestly. if a 20 year old and a 30 year old were friends, would you have an issue??? what about an 18 year old and a 28 year old??? where do you draw the line???)

can we all just take a moment to remember the june-era byler tag, where we were all so happy about the fact that there were so many adults in the fandom who were respectful to both underaged characters and the real life minors in the community??? and how they were like the “cool gay aunts/uncles/therapists” of the tag??? it’s important to acknowledge and call out when there are ACTUAL p3dos in the community but turning the same suspicion and aggression on people who have proven for months that they are just regular upstanding citizens of the byler nation is not it. let’s not turn this into a witch hunt, please.

anyway, i’m not mad at anyone except the person who started this whole harassment campaign and the pr0shippers who subsequently crawled out of the woodwork. the rest of you clearly have only the best intentions and i appreciate it, but your concern is truly misfounded.

#byler #i haven't been on here properly in like a week i feel so bad that my 'coming back' post has to be abt such a serious topic #but such is the way #the amount of picrew tags in my inbox daunts me a little but that's a task for tomorrow #anyways please be kind to vry #she is a very sweet person and she does not deserve the shit she's gotten today #skittles squad #skittles squad server

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skybristle · 1 year

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OK LAST QUESTION OF THE DAY I SWEAR. I really love batflower cookie's design, especially her white accents. It compliments her palette so well! When I first saw your art of her scrolling through the Cr tags I was really drawn to her. Also she reminds me of the time I used to hyperfixate on the actual tropical batflower a lot. I want to know more about her and her whole deal, does she have any powers? Is she a witch? Is she part of the dark squad? Or is just a general dark creature like the cake hounds?(sorry if my wording sounds weird here)

NO OMG U CAN KEEP ASKING THIS IS SOOOO ENRICHING. and also motivates me to talk abt my fanon more . I got a lot going on in my head and i . do not talk about it enough on here.

she is not related to the CoD in anyway, nor really a 'dark creature', animalistic cookies r just . relatively common in my fanon [i mean most cookies r normal but. it's not that crazy to encounter someone with at least something nonhuman]

she DOES have magic though - specifically plant magic. nyx is from house jungleflower [in the hb kingdom, fanmade but i hc jungleberry is also from there], most revered for it's gardening and breathtaking boquets and stuff. *very* profitable in the kingdom of romance.

but,,, the house burns when pitaya attacks [whole other . thing in my fanon i kinda messed with the hb plot a lot] and batflower loses . Basically everything. she's already very envious and control-crazed and kinda an asshole in general but losing her platform kinda sends her off the rails.

uses the same gardening magic to peice together nyx's own garden ,,,, filled with all sorts of poisons and drugging agents. while she initially gets the control/attention high off picking up dancing and stealing hearts [and probably wallets], she escalates until she's eventually . well . A murderer HFSDKLFLDSKJ. having someone's life or death lie in your hands is the ultimate thrill. it's free hunting in the kingdom where policing is loose at best and everyone's drunk out of their minds.

though she still festers in anger and when the whole ,,, chp 11/12 plotline happens she sort of takes the place of lico/pm/etc during that, among some other things. her envy for the heiresses and their playing along to pitaya's game infuriates nyx and nyx stops at nothing to crash it,,, using things like the rage powder to ruin their reputations to hit them where it really hurts. eventually gets caufht and replaces the 11-30 boss hehe, and stalks back off into the night just as pitaya rears their head.

nyx REALLY fucks rasp up in the head with this but i am not getting into my rasp fanon at least in this post because its . a lot . but like. damn imagine being dissalusioned with your house and not wanting to be here and falling apart and beginning to see the worst of yourself and the conditions that raised you in a *fucking serial killer*. not fun !

#sky rambles #tw murder #sky answer #cookie run #cookie run oc

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ao3feed-birdflash · 8 days

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#IFTTT #fanfic #dick grayson #wally west #dickwally #birdflash

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werewolfcave · 2 years

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ok i'll bite because i've been wondering this for a while. who are the murder squad? - jonny

YESSS Okay! *cracks knuckles*

The Murder Squad is made up of 4 people.

Miriam Marques aka The Devil (my character):

Ramriel (@gayaruakise's character):

Ahi (@umbreix's character):

Moss (@luna-mistrunner's character):

All 4 of them are Madoka Magica type Magical Girls. This means they all made a wish with a creature called Kyubey, and are tasked with fighting witches. This brings us the origins of the Murder Squad.

(TW for mentions of CSA and child abuse)

Miriam's wish, made at age 14, was to know what happened to her and who did it. You see, months prior, she ran away from home and came back. She does not remember what happened, she does not remember why she came back. It turns out that they were sexually assaulted by a man over in the city somewhat close by. Now haunted by this memory being both in absolute clear detail and constantly at the front of her mind, Miriam went to get revenge. See, when you're magic it's rather easy to overpower a grown man as a teenager. So Miriam quite literally ripped her rapist to shreds, in fact, the carnage was enough for the police to chalk up the murder to a rabid animal attack.

Now, she couldn't exactly return to normal life with the factors of A.) just having brutally murdered someone and B.) having the clear memory of her rape at the forefront of her mind. So she set out to continue this murder spree, going by the title of The Devil, killing rapists, pedophiles and the like.

Because of Miriam's power she has the ability to form a mental file on people, she is extremely perceptive and only needs to observe people for an extended period of time, maybe talk to them, to gain a significant amount of information that most would not be able to gather. This is because the magic is the ability to Know. She best utilizes this ability after learning to hunt and stalk people, and to help with this filing she tends to put on acts fit to the people who she is attempting to get file information from. Overall, this power means that she knows far more about people than they know about her, and that is both a blessing a curse.

Now, we aren't here to exclusively talk about Miriam so let's fast forward a couple years to when Miriam is 17, in the middle of hunting a priest in a small town in Wisconsin. After drowning said priest in his own basin of holy water like he had tried to do to an 8 year old so many years ago, they turn around and come face to face with one Tsubasa Ezekiel, later to be known as Ramriel.

Months prior to this, Tsubasa had wished to be something in the eyes of God. They had struggled with feeling like they weren't worthy of living for years, and they still do. This becomes relevant with the fact that not even a file pops up for this person. Miriam is perplexed by this and extremely annoyed that someone walked in on their murder.

Now I should note at this moment, Miriam has horns protruding from her head, a tail with a sharp hook-like end, claws, and fangs at this moment. So she definitely isn't human, that Tsubasa can tell right away. So suffice to say it's rather surprising when Tsubasa just nudges the Priest's body with their foot and say: “He had it long coming from what I’ve deduced” before sitting atop the alter and chuckling, “So what brings you to this neck of the woods?”

Miriam is... not exactly welcoming to this newcomer who she can gather absolutely nothing about. So she tells Tsubasa to fuck off and leaves. But unfortunately for Miriam, when she gets back to the Motel she's staying at, TSUBASA IS ALREADY THERE. They're leaning against the wall all smug and they trace the motel room's numbers and say “111. Angel number. How ironic for someone who claims to be the devil.” Miriam is absolutely pissed and tells them to fuck off yet again, but Tsubasa is not going to let their newly discovered God go. So Miriam ends up having to begrudgingly let them tag along.

It's 3 months in that Ramriel receives their name. It comes after a big fight between the two of them, and due to the subject of the argument, Miriam ends up snapping and telling them "y'know what? You want me to be something so bad? Fine. Then I will be your God. I name thee Ramriel." And so their bond was sealed with two crosses carved into Ramriel's back with Miriam's knife.

The two become closer and closer over time. You see, Ramriel fell for Miriam at first sight. Miriam on the other hand, Miriam fell in love kicking and screaming. It was a year and 2 months in that Miriam finally admitting to loving Ramriel. Her Lamb. Her Angel. Her Loyal Follower. Her Everything. After that they were fucking inseparable, codependent even.

Ramriel had gotten Miriam to finally start to eat again, to take care of herself even a little. Miriam had given Ramriel the will to want to live instead of sacrifice themself for someone they love.

Ramriel is Miriam's anchor to reality, and Miriam is Ramriel's anchor to feeling like a person.

But this isn't exclusively about Miriel either, so lets move on.

This brings us to the third member of the Murder Squad, Ahi. Her wish was to be the spark that set her hometown ablaze, and thus she set fire to her Catholic Boarding School. Miriam ran into Ahi first, it was during a hunt and Ahi had set the building ablaze. Miriam suspected Ahi was attempting to interfere so she lured her to a spot to interrogate her along with Ramriel. They trapped her in one of Ramriel's barriers and talked until they were sure that Ahi wasn't attempting to interfere, then they let her go.

But that wasn't the last they saw of Ahi. Instead they ran into her multiple times over the course of a few months, and it was becoming extremely suspicious. Eventually Ahi proposes that she joins them, she loves what Miriam is doing, and she promises she can help.

Miriam isn't fond of witch hunting, her power interferes too much with it, so reluctantly agrees so Ramriel isn't shouldering witch hunts by themself. Ahi is a serial arsonist, and Miriam is a serial killer. Perfect combination, truly.

Anyways, Ahi ends up falling for Ramriel in a week tops, Miriam soon after. Ahi thinks Ramriel is charming, and an absolute sweetheart. Ahi thinks Miriam's whole tall dark and mysterious butch aesthetic is extremely hot, and so is the murder. It's later that Miriam uses Ahi as hunt practice and manages to end up dating her and sleeping with her through this hunt practice. It's also later that Ahi becomes queerplatonic partners with Ramriel.

But before that happens, we see our fourth member enter the scene, Moss. Moss' wish was total control, after years of having none. The way that Miriam met Moss was possibly more unexpected than the way they met Ramriel. When Miriam arrived to take out a target, she found Moss having already killed him. So all Miriam did was offer to help Moss take care of the body. Turns out Moss had been a victim of the guy, and Miriam wasn't gonna complain about a victim taking out their groomer. It was through this encounter that Moss ended up joining the group. They wanted out of town, and why not join this group, amiright? They erased themself from their family's minds and dipped along with the Murder Squad.

Moss becomes a sort of sibling figure to Ahi, and becomes good friends with Ramriel. But when it comes to Miriam, they both share a mutual respect for eachother but they can't be described as close for quite a bit. It's just how it is. But eventually they become some pretty tight knit partners in crime.

Moss is, as Luna has described them, simple. So there isn't much to say on them besides that they take no shit and Miriam has to try to be on her best behavior when they're around. (Not really though, they just think that they have to). Also Moss is a stoner.

Overall I think that sums them up, I'll post Miriam's backstory later but if you click the links attached to Ahi and Ram's names you should find more info about the two of them!

Oh btw they end up getting a cat named Shinji (Ramriel named them) and an Australian Cattle Dog named Dise (as in Paradise Lost, named by Miriam)

Also: the tag for this whole set of OCs is #miriam magica

#miriam magica #miriam marques #ramriel marques #ramriel mm #ahi ryan #ahi cecilia marques leonie #moss seo #moss mm #replyin to y'all

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winchesterwords · 4 years

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“Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time” Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When Sam and Dean need help on a case, they reach out to Rowena who sends you, a hunter, to help them with a ghost problem. Dean however, may have just met his match in more ways than one.

Word Count: 5265

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time” by Thomas Rhett

Note: Dean Winchester has my heart! Feel free to request! Also, I am not exactly sure where I set this, but it’s before the fall as Cas still has his wings.

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“Of all the people we know, Sam, you called Rowena.”

Dean looked over at his brother in the passenger seat of the Impala with narrowed eyes. Sam sighed, shaking the hair from his face. “You said we needed help and she has connections,” explained Sam. “Besides, she said she was sending someone to help, not that she was coming herself.”

“Great so we don’t get the Head Bitch Witch, just one of her friends,” Dean said.

“Rowena said she’s a hunter, not a witch,” Sam said as he tapped away on his phone. Dean didn’t bother to respond as he turned his eyes back to the road in front of him.

The Winchesters had gotten word of a case just outside of Omaha. There had been previous witch activity in the area years before so Sam had reached out to Rowena in hopes of getting some insight. However, the woman was currently busy trying to wrangle her son and since she didn’t believe the case had anything to do with witches, she passed along the message to you, a hunter she knew that was in the area. You had told her that you were going to meet the boys at a motel off the highway and Rowena had sent the message along to the Winchesters.

“I just don’t get it,” Dean said after a few more minutes, “why is she helping us all of a sudden?”

“When it comes to Rowena, she’s probably only doing us this favor so we have to do her one in return.”

“What? Does she think we’ll be at her beck and call?”

“Seems like it.”

“Well if this goes South,” Dean said, “I’m tracking down her broomstick and making her fix it.”

“Fair enough.”

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When the Winchesters arrived at the motel, the parking lot was nearly empty except for a dark truck in the corner.

You leaned against it, tapping away on a cell phone. When you heard the rumble of the Impala you looked up and lifted your hand in greeting. “I really don’t like new hunters,” Dean grumbled as he pulled into a spot across from you.

“I bet they think the same thing about us, Dean,” Sam countered.

“No, no they don’t,” Dean said with a sly smile at his brother, “because we’re awesome.” Sam rolled his eyes as he shoved open the door and stepped out. Dean followed quickly after. Both men kept their weapons close as they approached you.

You were calm and casual as they walked over. If this was any other night, Dean would have thought you were just a normal girl waiting on a friend, not a hunter with a specialty in ghost possession.

“Sam and Dean?” you asked. “Though, I don’t know who else would be driving a car like that.” Sam smiled first, moving forward to reach for her hand. “I’m (Y/N),” you said as Sam grasped your hand in his.

“Nice to meet you,” Sam said pleasantly as you turned to Dean. He gripped your hand tight as well.

“So, you’re the ghost girl?” Dean asked, trying to get a feel for you.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said with a small laugh. “I’ve been called worse. Come on, I already got a room.” You nodded your head towards the motel room not too far where you had parked your respective vehicles. The boys followed after you and out of the corner of your eye, you could see that both were keeping their hands near their weapons. You rolled your eyes at the movement. “You know,” you said as you dug the key out of your pocket, “if I was going to kill you, I wouldn’t do it at a motel frequently visited by hunters. That would be a bit too cliche.” Looking over your shoulder you sent them both a wink.

Dean blinked at you as Sam awkwardly coughed next to him. With another quick laugh, you pushed into the room and tossed the key on the small table by the door. “So,” Sam said as Dean closed the door behind you, “how exactly do you know Rowena?”

“She and I worked on a problem last year,” you explained, leaning against the wall, observing the two flannel-clad hunters before you. “Rowena was helping out another witch. Some kind of dark versus light turf war, I guess.” You shrugged. “Bystanders were getting caught in the middle and it got pretty messy.”

“I bet it did,” Dean said, crossing his arms as he stood by the garish partition. He was looking at you as if he was trying to see the tumblers of an unbreakable safe. Every move you made, he clocked. You had heard the stories of the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean, they were legendary within the hunting world. You were surprised to see that they were traveling with just each other as you had heard of a winged companion that tended to tag along at times as well. Regardless of the Angel, these two were some of the best and you were hoping to make a good first impression. As Rowena had said, “it never hurts to have a Winchester owe you one”.

“She warned me about you,” you said to Dean as you took a seat at the table and kicked your feet up.

“Is that so?” he asked. “And what did the witch say?”

“That you’re impulsive and have major trust issues while Sam here, is the smart one with a knack for magic and the books,” you said, recalling the last conversation you had had with the Scottish witch. “Though, I am still not sure if she was saying those things out of kindness or annoyance.”

“Knowing Rowena, it was probably the latter,” Sam said as he took a seat across from you. You nodded in agreement.

“So, show me what you got,” you said.

“Over the past couple of weeks there has been an increase in drownings in the area,” Sam began, digging his laptop out of his bag and placing it on the table.

“Accidental?” you asked.

“That’s what the cops think,” Dean said, sitting down on the bed next to you and Sam. “But four people drowning in the same place like this doesn’t seem like an accident to me.”

“Where did it happen?”

“A local spot,” Sam said, turning the screen toward you. It showed the front page of the local newspaper. A local fishing hole that apparently had a history of its own.

“What’s with the creepy statue?” you asked, pointing in the background of the main photo.

“That was the first thing I noticed too,” Dean said, leaning back on his arms. Sam enlarged the photo and zoomed in. Just behind the main swimming area was an old stone statue of what looked to be an old man reaching towards the murky water. It was a bit too ominous for your liking.

“We’re not sure,” Sam said. “Apparently it’s just always been there. Some people think it was put there by the first person to own the land, but now it’s all owned by the city.”

“And this is where everyone had been drowning?” you asked and Sam nodded. “Sounds to me like spirit doesn’t want the Living hanging out their spot. What are the details behind the deaths?”

“All strong swimmers and they just calmly walked into the lake and then didn’t come back to the surface until their bodies were discovered.”

“Does this sound like your kind of thing, Ghost Girl?” Dean asked. You slowly looked over at him and then grinned. Digging into your pocket, you produced your fake FBI Forensic badge and showed it to him.

“Why do you think I brought this?”

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You elected to ride with the Winchesters over to the crime scene.

Leaning towards the front seat, you rested your head on your forearms. “Yeah... I could never do the suit,” you commented. Dean looked at you in his mirror with a brow raised.

“You do realize you’re posing as FBI too, right?” he asked.

“But I’m a tech,” you clarified. “All I need is my trusty windbreaker,” you said, shaking the collar of the jacket that was wrapped around your shoulders. “I have found that people tend to overlook an extra tech at the scene rather than another agent.”

“That… is actually very smart,” Sam said, looking back at you. You winked at him and settled back into your seat. You listened to the boys talk about the case and as Dean drove, as you mulled over theories of your own.

The statue was the biggest clue, but you weren’t sure how it all fit. However, Rowena had been right when she realized this wasn’t witchcraft. If a witch wanted to kill someone, drowning wouldn’t be the way to do it. The combination of water and witches never really worked out in history so they tended to avoid it.

You had perhaps thought it was demon possession, but then it didn’t really fit with the usual motivation behind demonic activities. Also, there weren’t any omens in the area so you were back to your comfort zone, ghosts. Ghost possession was something you had focused on after you, yourself, had become possessed at age sixteen, and then both of your parents years later. You had inked up shortly after discovering the world of hunting and now were impervious to their body jumping, but not everyone was a hunter and so you had to help clean up the messes whenever you could.

As you went over a strategy in your head, you didn’t even realize Dean was talking to you. “Sorry, what was that?” you asked, leaning forward again.

“I asked if you needed any weapons,” Dean repeated as he turned down the final street and pulled over by the entrance to the trail that lead to the water.

“Oh, no, I’m good,” you said, lifting your shotgun that was placed in your bag along with salt rounds and then the iron brass knuckles you kept on an iron chain around your neck. Dean whistled low at the sight of your accessory.

“I gotta get me some of those,” he said with a charming smile and then pulled the key from the ignition and stepped out of the car. You followed after the boys, scanning the area. It was crawling with squad cars and you knew it wouldn’t be long before the press showed up.

While Sam and Dean headed to speak to whoever was in charge, you hiked your bag up on your shoulder and ducked through the branches to get to the water’s edge. Nobody gave you a second glance as you walked the shore of the swimming hole. Divers were still in the water collecting evidence as you made your way towards the statue. That is where Sam and Dean met up with you.

“Sheriff is clueless,” Dean said as he approached you.

“As always,” you agreed, walking around the statue, eyeing it closely.

“A deputy thinks these are all suicides,” Sam revealed.

“He might not be that far off…” you said as you took out your pen and dragged it along the side of the statue. When you pulled it away, black slime coated it. You held it up for the boys to see. “Ectoplasm.”

“Great,” Dean sighed. “So spooks are doing this?”

“Yep,” you said, shaking off the ecto. “For some reason, this ghost is possessing people and drowning them. It explains why they just walked into the water. Somebody really doesn’t want people here.”

“What was this place before it became party central?” Dean asked, kicking an empty beer bottle.

“Just old land,” Sam said, “there isn’t much in the county records and when I asked the cops, everyone shut up like it was taboo or something.”

“Oh, I love a good town scandal,” you said with a smile at the boys. As you went to grab your bag, your eye caught something glinting in the sun. Kneeling down, you dug it out of the mud. Holding up to the light, you turned it in your hand.

“What is it?” Dean asked.

“I’m not sure,” you said as you held a small locket in your hand. It looked as if someone had dropped it recently, breaking the mechanism on the side. It was tarnished and caked in dirt as if it had been underground. Popping the seal, you nearly gagged. “And I’m not sure I want to know,” you said turning to show the boys. Nestled in between the two metal sides was a tooth, the root still attached. Dean did gag at the sight.

“Okay, that’s just wrong,” Dean said. “Oh, what are you doing?”

“It could be evidence,” you said as you slipped into a small bag you kept in your fake forensic kit.

“Or it could just be someone’s necklace where they keep grandpa’s final tooth,” Dean said. You stowed it away anyways.

“Look all I know is that a ghost is drowning people and this locket may have something to do with it. Can we continue debating this or can we go get a drink?” That last sentence had Dean grinning.

“See, Sammy, this is how you solve a case,” he said, clapping his hands and gesturing everyone back to the car.

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The three of you sat in a local dive bar, swapping war stories.

“You really took out a fully grown skin walker on one of your first hunts?” Sam asked you as he sipped his beer. You laughed.

“Okay, don’t make me sound like some big badass,” you said, swirling the whiskey in your glass. “The guy was drunk off his ass. I just got lucky with him.”

“Still, that’s pretty damn impressive,” Dean said with a smile. You gave him one of your own. At first, you weren’t sure about Dean Winchester, but now? He was definitely one to keep an eye on. “Alright,” he said, trying to steer the conversation back to the task at hand. “Sam, what did you find?” Sam took out his computer and fired it up.

“I looked into the tooth locket that (Y/N) found and I think I got something,” Sam said, turning the computer so you and Dean could see. On the screen was a photo of a young woman, dressed in white, and around her neck was the same locket you had found by the statue.

“Who was she?” you asked.

“Melinda Manns,” Sam explained. “She was the wife of Thomas Manns, the man who owned the land the swimming hole is on. And get this, her grave was recently robbed.” Sam flicked to the news article that reported on a series of grave robbings nearby. “That necklace was one of the things missing.”

“So then who is our spook? Melinda or Thomas?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know,” Sam said.

“How did Melinda die?” you asked. Sam grabbed the computer and began typing away.

“Oh,” Sam said, “she drowned under mysterious circumstances.”

“Which in my book means murder,” you said downing the rest of your drink. “My bet? Old Man Manns killed his wife and buried her with that locket of hers. Maybe he felt remorse, maybe he didn’t, but one thing’s for sure, he didn’t want people digging her up.”

“So, he’s drowning people out of revenge?” Dean asked.

“Ghosts have had stranger motivation. He’s tied to the swimming hole. Doesn’t know who disturbed the grave so he’s just taking who he can get. Sometimes spirits get confused and a lot of the times they can’t help but possess people to try to get answers.”

“Well, I scanned for EMF and didn’t get much of a steady reading at the lake,” Sam said with a sigh.

“Don’t frett, Sammy, we’ll figure it out,” Dean said with a wink and his brother rolled his eyes.

“Ya’ll want another round?” you asked as you stood up from your seat.

“You guys go ahead, I’m gonna head back to the room for a bit,” Sam said as he gathered his stuff.

“Ah, come on, man,” Dean said, but Sam shook his head.

“I’ll see you two later,” Sam said with a slap on his brother’s shoulder. You waved to him as he slipped out of the bar.

“What about you, Winchester? You want another beer?” you asked Dean, leaning towards him.

“Make it a double tequila and you got yourself a deal,” he said with a wink. Shaking your head, you got up to get the next round.

Dean watched after you and he couldn’t help but think of the way you had walked around the crime scene earlier. There was something so...natural about the way you searched for the clues and how you were able to put the pieces together quickly. You were born for this life, but there was also something underneath the surface, something dark that prompted you to become a hunter in the first place. While he was curious, he knew he didn’t want to push. He knew about inner demons and he wasn’t about to force you to reveal yours.

When you came back to the table, you had a grin on your face. “Flash a smile and a badge and look what you get, free booze!” You handed Dean his tequila and took your seat again, sipping on the smooth whiskey. You smiled as you leaned back in your chair. Dean watched you for a second before placing his drink down and leaning forward.

“You are an odd one,” he said, narrowing his eyes a bit.

“Is that bad?” you asked, trying to read the man before you.

“I’m not sure yet,” he said with another grin. The night went on with many more shots and a whole lot more laughter. You and Dean exchanged more stories and soon, the two of you were leaning against one another in a booth, watching the patrons of the bar stumble around and play pool. Taking off your jacket, you relaxed further into your seat.

Stretching your arms over your head, Dean noticed something on the side of your neck. “What happened there?” he asked gently. Your hand went to the scars on your neck and covered them with your hair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you...uh, sorry,” he stuttered.

“It’s fine,” you said. “Just a hazard of the job. I was, uh, possessed by a ghost when I was sixteen,” you explained. “I managed to get control for a few seconds and we had this old iron tool at our farm and I don’t know how I knew to use it, but I just grabbed it and,” you mimed raking something across your neck.

“Damn,” Dean said. “What happened to the ghost?”

“Local hunter took care of it, I guess,” you said. “Some guy showed up on my doorstep a day later with an obvious fake badge and I never had a problem with it again. Until two more possessed my parents later on. I guess I don’t have the best luck when it comes to spirits.”

“That’s why you’re the ghost specialist,” Dean figured.

“We all have our things,” you said. “I know yours is Angels and Demons.”

“Well, that was not really my choice. When an Angel saves you from Hell, you sort of owe them,” he said with a shrug.

“You’re not the only one who owes them,” you said with a small smile. Dean’s brows shot up as he caught onto your meaning. “Sorry was that way too forward?”

“Not at all,” Dean assured you, draping his arm across the seat behind you. “Although, and this may just be the tequila talking, I wasn’t exactly sure about but you when we rolled up.”

“Because I know Rowena?” you asked, leaning slightly into his arm.

“She hasn’t always been the most...helpful of people,” he said. “I mean she’s a witch with the King of Hell as a son.”

“Fair point,” you said with a small laugh, “but Rowena has helped me in the past. Not just the witch turf war, but she has looked out for me for a while. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know, but she’s never let me down. So, when she calls, I answer.”

“There seems a lot to unpack there,” Dean said.

“It’s a story for another time, Winchester,” you said with a smile as you shuffled out of his arm and threw some bills on the table as a tip. “Walk me home?” Dean rolled his eyes, but grabbed his coat and followed you out of the booth.

You and Dean stumbled from the bar, still quite tipsy from your night of drinking. Sam had taken the Impala back, so you two began the short walk back. Dean slung his arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him. The two of you walked the dark street back towards the neon sign in the distance. He kept you tight to his side as cars rushed past on the street and you didn’t mind the feeling at all of his strong arm wrapped tight around your waist.

When you finally got back to the room, you leaned against the side of the motel, trying to gain your bearings. Dean stood in front of you, resting his hands on either side of you. As he leaned in, you didn’t object. You smiled as Dean pressed his lips against yours. You leaned into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his chest against yours, but eventually, you pushed him back.

“Easy, Winchester,” you sighed, “we’re working and I am not sober and neither are you.” Dean smiled, but stepped back, raising his hands in surrender.

“Breakin’ my heart, Darlin’,” he said but kept his hands to himself.

“I know, I enjoy it,” you said with a small smile. Dean laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“Now I see it, the reason Rowena likes you so much,” he said and you pursed your lips.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” you said. He winked at you and elicited another laugh from you that brought another smile to his own face.

“Okay, since we are working, any more theories?”

“I think it was the maid,” you said with a serious expression.

“(Y/N), there is no maid,” he said.

“There isn’t?” you asked, feigning confusion. It was only a few seconds before both of you began laughing. Suddenly, the door to the motel burst open and Sam came out. He stared at the two of you for a second before shaking his head.

“We have another body,” he announced and you and Dean sobered up quickly.

“And I was just starting to have fun,” you whined as you pushed off the wall. You approached Dean and patted him on his chest. “Rain check, Winchester,” you said.

“(Y/N)” Sam said, “Dean and I are going to go to the Coroner’s Office. Can you check the swimming hole? We’ll meet you there in a bit.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” you said as you headed to the Impala, sliding into the back as you waited for the boys to change into their suits and grab their badges. As soon as Sam slipped into the driver’s seat seeing as he was the only one equipped to drive at the moment, you headed out.

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Sam and Dean dropped you at the entrance to the swimming hole and you crept through the trees.

Forensics were packing everything up and soon, you were alone with the neon yellow crime scene tape and the light from the moon above. Pulling out an EMF reader you had snagged from the trunk, you turned it on. It lit up immediately as you scanned it back and forth. “I know you’re here somewhere…” you said, slipping on your iron knuckles. Realizing you left your salt gun back at the motel, you hoped that there was actually only a single ghost and not two.

It was another half hour before you finally spotted something. It was flicker at first, but then you made out the full figure of one Thomas Manns. The spirit stood by the statue of himself, watching out over the water. Pulling out your phone, you silently dialed Dean’s number.

“What’s up? We’re on our way already,” Dean said as he answered.

“Thomas is the ghost,” you whispered into the phone.

“How do you know?” he asked.

“Because I am looking right at him, genius,” you said, but then the ghost disappeared. “Dammit, I lost him.”

“Okay, listen to me, (Y/N),” Dean said. “We finally have a connection for the victims. They’re all suspects in multiple grave robbings. Most likely Melinda’s too. That’s why he’s killing them.” Suddenly, your pocket felt very heavy. You slipped your hand into the pocket of your jeans and felt the cool metal of the locket.

“I think I screwed up, Dean,” you said and as you spoke, your breath was very visible.

“What’s wrong?”

“I still have the necklace. The one from Melinda’s grave.”

“Get rid of it!” Dean yelled, but it was too late. A coldness swept through you and as you turned over your shoulder, the very angry face of Thomas Manns appeared. He lashed out at you, tossing you through the air. You hit the ground with a grunt, your phone leaving your hand as Dean yelled your name on the other end.

You scrambled for your knuckles, but they were too far from you as you struggled to get to your feet. However, Manns was faster. He took hold of you and fear entered your gut. You knew your warding protected you from being possessed, but nothing could stop him from killing you.

You fought as Mann threw you into the water. The coldness shocked you immediately as you struggled for breath. Swimming to the surface, phantom hands pulled you back under. You kicked out at nothing as you tried your hardest to break the surface. When you finally got a breath of air, Manns was there. In his hands was a knife that you were positive he used to injure his wife before drowning her in the very lake.

Your brain struggled to remember a banishing spell Rowena had taught you, but it was too cold and the fear was overwhelming. As Manns went for you again, his hands freezing your blood, you finally heard the shouts of Sam and Dean. Manns tried to pull you down again, but Dean arrived at the shore.

“Hey, Old McDonald!” he shouted. “Hands off!” Dean raised his shotgun and fired. The salt hit Manns and then entered your shoulder. You shouted as the ghost disappeared and then Dean was running through the murky water to get to you. You weakly met him halfway, tossing your arm around him. “I got you,” he said in your ear.

“Ouch,” you whined as your shoulder bled. Dean hauled you back onto the shore and checked you over, pulling your jacket aside to see the wound. It wasn’t deep and the salt wouldn’t do any permanent damage.

“Sorry,” he said, “hard to aim from that distance.”

“Thanks for the save,” you said as Sam wrapped his blazer around your shoulders, “but next time? Let’s make sure that the salt is accompanied by tequila.” Dean smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

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The last thing to do was salt and burn the body of Thomas Manns.

You leaned against a nearby tombstone as Sam and Dean dug up the grave of Manns. “Who knew grave robbing was going to bite us in the ass one day?” Dean asked, tossing his shovel down.

“It’s technically not grave robbing when we salt and burn bones,” Sam said from inside the grave. “We’re not taking anything.”

“Oh, well that makes me feel a whole lot better,” Dean said with a roll of his eyes.

“Sam,” you said, gaining his attention. The younger Winchester looked at you and you tossed him Melinda’s locket. “Better safe than sorry,” you said and he tossed it into the coffin.

Sam had wrapped up your shoulder before heading to the cemetery in your respective vehicles. You watched as they soaked the bones with lighter fluid and then Dean lit the matches and dropped them into the pit. The grave was set ablaze and you finally relaxed.

Sam and Dean stood over the burning bones, watching it with the same calmness as they did with everything. Rowena had said that they were becoming numb to the idea of monsters, but you didn’t think she was right. Sam and Dean weren’t numb, they were just used to the ugliness of the world and knew how to process the emotions that came with it.

Even in the short amount of time you had known them, you realized there was a reason Angels watched over them. The Winchesters were what the world needed and you had only wished that you had known them when your parents had died. Dean’s eyes flickered to yours over the flames and he nodded to you. You sighed, offering him a nod of your own. Whether you saw him again after this, he was going to be leaving your mind any time soon.

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You said goodbye to the boys at the entrance to the graveyard. Giving Sam a big hug, you said, “Don’t hesitate to call, big guy.”

“I won’t,” he said, stepping out of your hug. “Tell Rowena thank you for me.”

“I will,” you promised with a smile. He squeezed your shoulder once more before heading to the Impala to wait for his brother. Dean approached you, his hands in his pockets.

“So, this is goodbye?”

“For now,” you said. Dean smiled, awkwardly staring down at his boots. You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by his jacket. He fell into you and didn’t waste any time in connecting his lips to yours. His hands went into your hair as you gripped him tight. You sighed into the kiss, trying to memorize every touch and caress from Dean Winchester.

He pulled back for a second before kissing you again and then once more. You smiled up at him. “Are you gonna call me?” he asked, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Maybe,” you said, “only if you need my help.”

“Well, I’ll need something,” he said with a smile. You rolled your eyes but mimicked the smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet, Winchester,” you said. “I’ll see you around.” You reached up and kissed him one more time, letting your lips linger on his for just a bit longer before pulling away. You waved to him as you got in your car and drove away.

Dean watched after you, feeling like you would keep your word and he would be seeing you very soon. He waited until your taillights were out of sight before joining his brother in the car. “Sammy, I think I just found my future wife.”

Sam snorted, “Great, maybe Cas can officiate,” he joked.

“Officiate what?” Sam and Dean jumped at the sudden voice. Turning around, Castiel was sitting in the back seat of the Impala, looking between the brothers.

“Dammit, Cas!” Dean yelled, trying to get his heart rate down.

“Sorry,” Cas said and then looked at Sam who just burst out laughing. “Am I missing something?”

“I’ll fill you in on the way,” Sam said.

“On the way where?” Castiel asked, confused. Dean revved the engine and hit the gas.

“We’re going after a girl, I got a date.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x you #Dean x you #Dean Winchester x reader #Sam winchester #castiel #hunter!reader #rowena #spn imagines #supernatural #Supernatural fanfic #supernatural imagine

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nessacousland · 1 year

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Ariane & Finn - Dalish sword and mage spell

"A letter to Magistrate Aldebrant details an encounter with Finn and the Dalish elf, after they had left the company of the Warden and the dog, and struck out on their own. According to the letter, the magistrate's men intercepted the two and narrowly escaped being impaled and fried by Dalish sword and mage spell." - World of Thedas Volume 2

#dragon age #ariane #finn #ariane/finn #my art #my babies <3 #the brainrot never ends with these two #even if it makes me do crazy things like drawing Ariane's armor #I love that WoT II gave us this bit of canon #with Finn telling his dad's men to go fck themselves if they wanna take him back to the tower #dalish #circle mage #dragon age witch hunt #witch hunt squad tag

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babblish · 3 years

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Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder*, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @dreamcrow and oh god do you have any idea how many wips I have? Bare with me while I go hunting, Please bear in mind that I may have already shared literally everything within some of these wips, and I’m only sharing the ToA ones because we don’t want to be here all day.

Ottobiography (Broken up into sub docs because so many words)

The Daughters of Magic - The Letter before the Move

The Daughters of Magic - A Rough Start

The Daughters of Magic - Meeting the Witch

Pursuit of Stone - Part One - Letters

Vienna Encounter

The Origin of the Arcane Order (Primordial Awakenings)

Unreleased ToA Wips

Arcadian Witch - Early Days (Unreleased Witch!Lenora Fic)

Arcadian Witch - Home Magic (Unreleased Witch!Lenora Fic)

Homework Squad (Unreleased Uhl Fic Prequel)

The Origin of the Arcane Order (Baby Morgana Origin Fic)

I have some other toa wips but they are... mostly notes I won’t lie, there’s not really a whole to share yet.

Tagging: @sunnymusingsao3 @sidhewrites @ashenhartkrie @creativenicocorner @megan0013 @nightrosebud @seagullandcroissant! and anyone else who wants to join because I am not counting all my wips in this au, you can’t make me. Yes I did blatantly steal most of Crow’s tags, sorry for double tagging but also 😎

#dash memes #ask meme #the heart of janus au #primordial awakenings #ottobiography #and misc

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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My Mistake part 5

Masterlist

Thank to everyone that's been following along xx

Warnings: happy ending and smut-they are a couple now so we assume protection is sorted and doesn't need to be spoken about.

WC: 1372

Enjoy x

The taxi drove down the streets Nick knew too well, passing places that made his heart sing and a big smile pulled to his face thinking of the last time he was back taking you out for dinner and spending time with the squad. You had no idea he was coming, that he was even in Manhattan. He had managed to tie up all his lose ends 2 weeks earlier, his boss letting him head back to start in the downtown office in two weeks. He had rang Sonny and asked if he could somehow hold you back for an extra couple of hours so he could get to your guys shared apartment to surprise you when you got home.

Once you got back from LA when you were cleared from the doctors you moved in with Amanda for a month while you hunted down the perfect apartment for you and Nick to start a new life. You were lucky enough to have found a larger 3 bedroom one in a secure building. It had a very large master with ensuite, a room that was Nick’s home office and another room that you had set up with a bed for Gil or Zara when they would be over and a sofa bed in the office in the off chance both kids happened to be there at the same time.

Nick got out of the cab making his way inside to the door man showing his ID and he was given the key to the apartment. He chuckled to himself when he looked at the keyring you had put on it. Half a sliver love heart, your key having the other half. The lift rode up to the 16th floor and he got to the 2nd door on the right unlocking it swinging it open pulling his bag inside the door, taking in the beauty of the apartment, being able to see the sun as it went down through the roof to floor length windows in the living area. The beautiful white open kitchen and medium size dining table. He made his way down the hall, the walls almost covered in yours and Nick’s family photos, and also a few around with friends including the squad. Nick smiled to himself when he seen one of you and Sonny cuddling with Jesse and Billie.

Nick walked into the kid’s room with the beautiful earth tones and more photos of the kids with Nick at different stages of their lives. Nick then walked into the home office that you had set up for him and then walked into the main bed room that was surrounded by windows, a king size bed and walked to the bed side table picking up a framed photo of you and him that you had taken the night before you had left LA. He ran his fingers over the glass sitting it back down and walking into the bathroom to freshen up.

The lift dinged and you stumbled out looking for your key in your bag making your way to the door. You opened it and walked in hanging up your coat and bag, toeing off your shoes, walking into the apartment. You pulled your shirt out of your pants and undone the buttons leaving it hanging open to your navy push up bra and then slipped off your pants throwing them over the couch. You turned on the TV for back ground noise and started to make your way to the bedroom and you caught you breath when the door swung open to Nick in a black button down and black jeans,

“Nick?” you stood there looking at him up and down not quite believing that he was there.

“Hey Baby. I’ve missed you so much” You rushed towards Nick jumping up on him wrapping your arms around his neck, Nick’s around your waist “I hope you always walk around like this when you come home from work” Nick chuckled and you pulled back giggling at him.

“What are you doing here babe? A case?” you lent forward peppering his face with kisses, Nick’s hands running over your body over your shirt.

“No I’ am here to stay, I start in the downtown office in two weeks” Nick ran his hands up under your shirt, up and down your sides “I like what you did with the place” Nick smiled down at you.

“You can change things around if you don’t like them” you rested your hands on his chest “It’s your place too” you smiled up at him.

“The only place I need to worry about right now is being in you” Nick’s voice was deep and husky.

Nick pulled you towards him, his lips landing on yours for a deep all tongues kiss. You ran your hands up his chest to his hair threading them either side on his head as you backed him into the bedroom. You both pulled away from each other and you pulled his shirt out of his jeans and started to undo the buttons one by one till his shirt fell open showing his muscly chest. You reached up and pushing Nick’s shirt off him, it pooling behind him on the floor.

You ran your hands down over his soft warm skin, the feeling of his skin under your hands going straight to your core, leaning forward you left opened mouth kissed all over his chest, shoulders and neck. One of your hands running down to cup his hard length through his jeans and he groaned, his head falling back, his grip on your sides tightening. You stepped back from Nick ripping off the remaining of your cloths, Nick following your lead before he was back on you picking you up, your legs wrapping around his middle.

Nick walked to the bed sitting on the edge so you were straddling his lap and you started to roll your hips, his hard length brushing over your wet opening and you whimpered loud, your hands going to his shoulders, his resting on your neck,

“I need you Y/N” Nick grunted thrusting his hips up slightly.

Using his shoulders to keep you steady, you lifted up slightly lining himself to your opening, sliding down slowly, both your jaws going slack as you sat fully on him and you wasted no time rolling your hips down on him, Nick bucking his up into you. Nick moved both hands up cupping both your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth sucking it pulling off with a pop and then doing the same on the other side, you moaned loud and your head dropped back. Nick kissed up your chest to your neck and he started to grunt into your neck when he felt you grip around him.

“Oh Nick” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as you moved your hips moving even faster over him. Nick reached between you both rubbing your hardened pearl, “Nic-I” you groaned so loud you would be sure the next door heard you,

“That’s it Y/N” both of Nick’s hands going to your hips as you rode him through your mind blowing release, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat your arms going to warp around his neck. Nick thrusted up and with a loud roar, you felt him coming deep inside you and he fell back bringing you down with him, for you to lay down on top of him.

You lifted your hips slighting and rolled onto your back, you and Nick doth laying there breathless staring up at the ceiling. Nick resting a hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down it,

“Thank you baby”

“What for?” you turned your head and kissed his shoulder.

“For everything. For setting up the house. But mostly for giving me another chance.

“I’ am not going to lie, if you told me a few months ago we would be here I would have laughed in your face” you and Nick laughed “But I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” you kissed his bare shoulder again.

Nick rolled onto his side, his lips landing on yours kissing you deeply,

“You’re my life, forever Y/N”

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#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro smut #nicolas amaro #law and order svu #SVU fanfiction #SVU FANDOM #svu fan #nbc svu #svu x reader

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noladyme · 4 years

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Chess. Chapter 13

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

TW: Language, sexual themes, violence, torture. Rated M

(This story is obviously non-canon, i.e. Diablo and GQ, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.)

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Let me start this off with a disclaimer: This chapter does not have Rick appearing. He will be back, but due to length and flow I needed to cut off the chapter where I did. Sorry. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it anyway

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I was lounging on a love seat in the large house the Joker had taken us to; pretending to read a magazine Harley had offered me.

Frost had shown up at the house about 30 minutes after us, with a bump on his head, and a sneer plastered across his face. He insisted that the squad were gone by the time he came too.

The house was just as ghastly as the car had been; with bear skin rugs and clashing patterns on all the furniture. There was no doubt that 99% of it was stolen.

Playing a weird game of tag, Harley and the Joker were chasing each other throughout the house; squealing and growling at each other, each time one of them managed to catch the opponent.

I was thinking something fiercely.

I’d followed Harley and her psycho boyfriend into the Palisades, without any idea of what my next move should be.

Throwing herself into the seat next to me, Harley was laughing; out of breath.

“J is getting me a new puppy”, she giggled. “Those stupid animal rights activists took back my last one, when I was sent back to Louisiana”.

“What’s the plan here, Harley”, I asked.

“I dunno. It’s your turn to think of something”, she answered trustingly.

I sighed.

“I need to make sure Kelper doesn’t make it to congress”, I said.

“Revenge?”, she asked.

“No”, I answered. “There are enough shitheads in office as it is – look at the main guy in charge! We don’t need another one”. I crossed my arms. “Also a little bit of revenge, yeah”, I admitted.

“Yeah that judge does seem like a dick”, Harley muttered.

“No”, I said. “This is about Waller. She has enough power as it is. She doesn’t need to be able to keep hunting people like us down, and force us to do things we don’t want to. Even if we are bad guys”.

She grabbed my face between her hands.

“I’m with you”, she said, and kissed my forehead with a loud smack. “Tell me what to do!”.

I beamed at her. She was a good friend. Even if she was bat shit crazy.

“I need to be able to prove the connection between mr. J and Kelper”, I said; and looked down at my feet. “That does mean, that J won’t be able to use him for protection from the cops anymore”.

Harley was biting her lip.

“Huh”, she said. “He ain’t gonna like that”.

“I know”, I replied. “But we need him to”.

“Harley!”, the Joker called from somewhere. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”.

Harley sighed, then looked into my eyes, and nodded.

“Marco!”, Joker called from the kitchen.

“Polo!”, Harley answered, still looking at me; then grinned, and sprang from the couch to hide from the clown.

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“Chess has a live bomb in her bag”, Harley said conversationally during breakfast.

I instantly froze; mouth agape – prepared to feel my throat being slit at any moment.

“Oh?”, the Joker said, gazing up from over the newspaper he’d been reading – well, not so much newspaper as comic book. “That’s nice, dear”. He looked back down.

Harley – curlers in her hair, and wearing a pink fluffy bathrobe – continued.

“Yup. It’s a pretty nasty one too”. She returned to her marshmallow cereal.

Joker put down his comic book and looked at her.

“Is there something you’d like to say, toots? Something I need to know?”.

I was shaking in my seat; and I gently put down the golden rimmed porcelain cup of coffee in my hand.

“Uhm, Harley. I don’t think this is the time…”.

“Please, Chess”, Joker said to me, lowering his old-fashioned reading glasses. “In this house everyone can say whatever they want, whenever they want. We mustn’t stifle others expressions”.

I nodded fiercely.

“A-absolutely, yes. Of course. I’m sorry”, I stammered.

He quickly reached across the table, and grabbed my hand, putting it between his own.

“I could tell you meant that”, he grinned.

Letting go of my hand, he turned to face Harley again.

“Now where were we, doll? Chess has a bomb in her bag?”, he said calmly.

Harley swallowed some of her orange juice.

“Yeah. It’s a black box, with a little display on it. Pre-set to 1 minute”.

“That sounds fun”, Joker said cheerfully. “What’s it for?”.

Harley got up from her seat, and went to stand behind her beloved madman; massaging his shoulders and neck, making him close his eyes and groan in pleasure. She slid her hands down his shoulders under the flowered kimono he was wearing.

“You know that mean lady, who’s been putting me in that bad place?”. Joker grunted in response. “Well those friends in high places Jerry was moaning about? That’s her”.

The Joker opened his eyes, and looked over his shoulder at her.

“Kelper’s friends with the witch?”, he asked.

Harley went to sit on his lap, and laced her fingers behind his neck.

“No, not the witch; the bitch. The witch is dead”, she said.

“Right, right”, Joker answered. “So?”.

“Well”, Harley continued, “the bitch gave Chess the bomb to blow you up; so you’d stop asking Kelper for favors”.

The clown looked at me, brows – or lack thereof – furrowing.

“You were going to blow me up?”.

I jumped in my seat.

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. Once I knew who you were…”. Harley interrupted me.

“Puddin’, Chess would never do anything like that. We were coming to tell you about the bomb; but then that stupid judge was there, and Chess got all upset, because she really hates his guts”. She kissed his forehead. “We plain old forgot!”.

Joker groaned.

“I spent a lot of money on Kelper. We had a lot of parties”.

“A lot of parties”, Harley nodded, backing him up. “So, maybe… we should do something about it”.

“Oh, snuggle-tits. I need the judge for my business”, Joker said, and looked adoringly at her.

My heartbeat was calming down, and I could think more clearly. I took a small sip of my coffee.

“Mr. J”, I began. “You probably know that I used to work for the Hatter”.

The Joker guffawed and snarled all at once.

“That idiot”.

“Yeah, well”, I continued, “I could work for you, like I did for him. Getting you information, money…”.

“I have money”, he interrupted.

“A new Lamborghini?”, I tried.

His eyes lit up.

“I’m listening”.

I sat up straight. Here we go.

“Kelper is pulling out of your arrangement. He’s even gone so far as getting someone to try to kill you”.

“Well that happens at least once a week”, he said, and shook his head. Harley stroked her fingers through his green hair.

“There’s that girl”, she said, and looked at me.

“What girl?”, Joker asked.

“Well”, Harley continued, “Kelper did some pretty nasty things to a girl who used to work at that place… what was it called?”.

“Sammy’s”, I answered. “It’s a burlesque club in the Narrows”.

I casually took another sip of my coffee, that at this point had gone cold. My face contorted from the taste.

Joker looked at me with narrowed eyes.

I continued.

“About a year and a half ago, Kelper raped and beat an 18 year old girl that worked there”, I said. “She’s still suffering from the attack”.

He patted Harleys thigh to get her to get of his lap.

“Jonny!”, he called, getting to his feet himself.

Frost came into the dining room.

“Yeah, boss?”.

“We own the Narrows, don’t we?”, he asked, and walked slowly towards his minion.

“Yeah, for about 2 years now”, Frost answered, not meeting his eyes.

“And do you know about a bar named Sally’s?”.

“Sammy’s, yeah it’s a stripjoint”, Frost said.

“Burlesque club”, Harley whispered into Jokers ear.

“Burlesque club, Jonny”, Joker said, and grabbed the back of Frosts head. “There is a big difference”. Patting Frosts cheek, he went to sit down again.

“So Sammy’s have been paying their dues, have they not?”.

“Never missed a pay-date”, Frost retorted.

Joker – now sitting down – slammed both his fists into the table, making us all jump.

“Then would you mind telling me, why one of the young ladies working there, was attacked and raped; while she was supposed to be under our protection?”, he yelled; his slicked back hair now disheveled, and falling into his face.

“This doesn’t look good, Jonny! This makes me look bad!”, he shouted.

“I know, boss”, Frost tried. “But it was Kelper, and you told us to stay clear of him”.

Joker jumped out of his chair, and threw it at Frost; only narrowly missing the man.

“Get out. Find Kelper. Bring him to me!”, he growled. “And get Chess new hot cup of coffee. That cold stuff is a disgrace”.

Frost rushed a fresh cup of coffee to me, and ran out the door; already on his phone, yelling at someone.

The Joker found a new chair, and pulled it up to his place at the table. He smoothed his hair back down, and exhaled.

Harley went to stand behind him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

He grabbed my hand like he had before, and looked at me seriously.

“Now”, he said. “Chess. Chessie. My dear. Thank you for making me aware of this problem in my organization. Am I also to understand that you were the one to punish Jer-Jer after his misdeed with the young woman?”.

I smiled brightly, doing my best to seem cheerful.

“That was me, alright!”.

Joker grined.

“Well, when you think about it, you did our job for us!”, he smiled widely. “So I owe you. You came in to this house a stranger; but now – you’re family”.

Harley squealed, and jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

Great. I wasn’t only the clowns newest pet and employee; I was apparently family.

Shit.

“I still want that Lamborghini”, Joker finished, and went to get dressed.

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We drove to a building not far from the one we had been at the night before.

“Puddin’ you know this means you can’t work with Kelper no more, right?”, Harley said, as we were getting out of the car.

“Yes, yes, squishy-butt, I know”, he answered. “This is going to be fun!”, he snickered, and put his arm around her waist.

I followed them into the building, and down into a basement. In the middle of the dark room sat Kelper, handcuffed to a chair. A single lightbulb was lit above him.

Masked henchmen were spread around the room, covering the exits.

“Jerry!”, Joker said, arms spread into the air as we entered. “Thank you so much for being able to reschedule our meeting. I’m so, so happy you agreed to this location”.

The judge was gagged, had a black eye, and there was already a wet stain under the chair from where he had urinated his pants.

Harley jumped onto a table near the scene, and crossing her legs; she began to file her nails.

I stayed in the shadows; out of Kelpers line of sight.

The clown went to stand in front of his victim, putting a hand on each of his knees, coming down to eyelevel with him. He wrinkled his nose.

“Jer-Jer. Were you that excited to see me?”, he asked. He removed Kelpers mouth gag.

“P-please; Mr. Joker. I don’t know what this is about!”, he stammered.

“This, my friend”, Joker said, “is about your plans for your political future!”.

Frost appeared from the shadows with a chair, that Joker pulled up in front of Kelper. He sat down.

“It’s recently come to my attention that you’ve decided to run for congress”.

“Yes, mr. Joker. I was the one that told you about it myself”, Kelper said.

Joker smacked him across the face, and then pointed a finger at him.

“It’s rude to interrupt!”, he roared.

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry”, Kelper said.

Joker smiled.

“I take a great interest in politics, as you know. I’m even the governor of my own little corner of Gotham. And I find it’s very important to make sure that the people I govern feel safe”.

Kelper nodded.

“Good! So you know where I’m coming from”, the clown continued. “Then I come to hear that someone decided to cause problems in my little paradise. Apparently, a very silly man decided to pay a visit to a burlesque club, and play a little too roughly with one of the lovely dancers there”.

I saw Kelpers eyes widen in fear.

“I didn’t know that would be an issue for you, I swear!”.

The Joker patted his cheek gently.

“Well it is”, he half whispered.

Jumping from the chair, he ran to sit down next to Harley.

“Hi, sugar lips”, he said; and put his arm around her, before calling out.

“Chess!”.

I stepped out of the shadows, and pulled down my hood. Kelper looked at me, recognizing me from the meeting the day before.

“Miss, I don’t know what he’s paying you, but I’ll match and double it!”, he tried desperately.

I sat down in front of him.

“You smell like piss”, I said. He gulped. I sighed. “So this is not going to be fun for you. At all”.

His facial expression changed.

“Do your best, bitch. I’ve been through worse!”.

“Oh?”, I asked. The judge was about to spit in my face, but didn’t have the chance to do so, before I headbutted him.

I rubbed my forehead. That hurt, I thought, but cheered up, when I saw that I had obviously broken his nose.

Joker and Harley roared with laughter from the table.

“So, you’ve had it worse, huh?”, I asked.

He ground his teeth, and nodded.

I smiled and slowly began disappearing into a mist.

Kelpers facial expression immediately changed from prideful to pure fear. He began jumping in the chair, screaming; and managed to fall over; landing in his own wet pool.

“Ew”, Harley said from next to a gleeful Joker.

“Sshh, Harls’. I’m watching this”, he said.

Frost pulled Kelper back into a seated position.

“Get the camera”, I said to him, reappearing in my seat.

I clenched my fist, letting my claws come out.

“I heard you’re going to have some reconstructive surgery, your honor”, I said, looking down at my claws. “Jonny here could find me a pair of rocks, and I could do the deed for you. It’s only polite, seeing as I’m the one to blame for your whole ordeal in the first place…”.

Kelper began crying.

“No, no. Please. I’ll do whatever you want. I will!”, he sobbed.

Frost came in to the light, two plum-sized rocks in one hand, and a smartphone in the other. I took the items into my hands.

“Ok. Now, you can chose one of these gifts; and I won’t take no for an answer!”, I beamed. “Either you chose to let me help you make a nice little video, where you tell the world about your rape and beating of that young woman 18 months ago – along with an account of your dealings with criminal organizations in Gotham. That will make your family really proud of you, and you’ll instantly feel better about your misdeeds. Or…”.

I showed him the two rocks.

“… you let me help you by filling that empty sack of yours”.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joker and Harley both leaning in to hear his answer.

Kelper sobbed, and a bloody glob of snot ran out of his broken nose.

“The video. I’ll do the video”.

“Boring”, Joker snarled quietly, and Harley patted his leg soothingly.

I pulled out the phone.

“Don’t worry Jerry. This will be over in no time”. I started filming. “Action”.

Kelper opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Look into the camera. Say your name”, I whispered.

He looked into the lens, and began.

“My name is Jeremiah Kelper. I am a judge in Gotham city”. He paused, and I kicked his shin.

“And”, he yelped, “18 months ago, I raped and beat a young woman I was giving a ride home in my limousine”. He sobbed. “I then… let two of my friends rape her, while I watched”.

I was struggling not to run my claws through his heart.

��Continue”, I hissed. Kelper did as asked.

“I have also been receiving payoffs from the crime lord known as the Joker”.

“That’s me!”, the Joker said, and jumped into frame; giving Kelper a wet kiss on the cheek. “We’ve been the best of friends, for a long, long time”, he said, and patted Kelpers shoulder.

“Isn’t this enough?”, Kelper cried.

“Apologise!”, I growled.

“Yes!”, Joker exclaimed. “And tell them that you’ve been a bad, bad boy. Say; I’m Jerry, and I’m a bad, bad boy!”.

Kelper sobbed again.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve abused my office, and I’ve hurt a young woman who didn’t deserve it”.

“No one deserves what you did to her!”, I snarled.

“No, no one deserves that”, he admitted.

“Bad boy!”, Harley yelled from her table, making Kelper jump in his seat.

“I’m Jerry, and I’m a bad, bad boy”, he finished.

“Cut! Scene! Print!”, Joker called, and gave the judge a hard slap on the back. “Good job, Jer-jer! This is one for the books!”.

I put the phone in the bag with the bomb I was still carrying. It was over.

—

A loud crash was heard. While we had been filming, the room had been almost cleared of Jokers minions, as they’d disappeared into the shadows.

The lights went out, and I felt a gush of wind over my head.

“No!”, Joker shouted.

A hard punch to my shoulder made me fall to the floor, and I dropped the bag, accidentally kicked it; and watched it slide into the darkness somewhere.

Panicking, I scrambled to find it, my shoulder pulsing with pain.

A gunshot was heard, followed by the sound of Harleys shriek, as she was thrown across the floor.

I got on my feet, and ran in the direction of where I thought the bag might be.

Someone grabbed my arm, holding me in place.

“Leave it”, a gravelly voice said. “Keep your head down”.

Shit…

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#rick flag #rick flag x reader #suicide squad fic #suicide squad imagine #harley quinn #the joker

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want/need/dread

I was tagged by the lovely @lavampira. Thanks, Dani!

Tagging @freakonakaleesh, @aroalexmason and anyone else who wants to do it!

list your ocs and name one thing they want to hear, one thing they need to hear, and one thing they would dread to hear:

D’leah Cheva: You’re a hero to the galaxy./ You’re stronger than you think you are. / You’re weak to have let so much happen.

Ursulina Cheva: You’re an excellent mentor and leader. / Compassion is a strength, not a weakness. / You will mislead many Jedi.

Xenli Sadow: The kids are alright. / You’re a good person. / You’re still evil for ever being Sith.

Aayes Chudo: The treaties have been honored. / Diplomacy is not foolproof. / You’re scum and an amoral witch.

Lehusa Medora: Your squad loves you. / You honor your father’s legacy. / You are the reason the war keeps going on.

Adira Chudo: Good job, Captain. / Smuggling can be a good thing. / You’re a hypocrite and selfish.

Viksuni Anoor: Intelligence doesn’t own you. / You’re your own person, and always will be. / What sort of idiot falls for Imperial recruiting propaganda?

Arisa Kavi: You’ve brought honor to Mandalore. / There’s more to life than fighting and hunting bounties. / You’re an ill-tempered, arrogant brat.

#Kavi legacy #world building #long post

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love-and-anarchy-au · 3 years

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Love & Anarchy: Chapter 17

hey yall. i wished i had something to say about this chapter but i dont. this chapter took my soul and sold it to the devil, so now im going straight to hell :’) (as it also gave me writer’s block and a precious mental breakdown). i cant say i hope you enjoy this chapter cause it isnt enjoyable at all. is a necessary chapter, so i hope you understand.

REMEMBER THIS AU HAPPENS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE THAT THIS ONE

Find out what this AU is about here

Masterlist

WARNING: this chapter includes death and violence.

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Part 2: A teen named Ace Artino

16 years old Alec

See ya, Acey <3

They had agreed to meet in Gatlon Park, in a hiding place where there was a strange copper statue. Alec was dressed in his usual, normal clothes (though people considered that style was rather formal), walking until he reached the park. It was nine in the morning and the sun was still not showing all its splendor nor giving all its warmth. It was Sunday, so there weren't many people circulating; Sundays were prodigy hunting days and people used to split into small groups of self-called Squads. They carried their nets, red bands and were dressed in gray. They knocked from door to door, asking if there were prodigies in that house, and if they were not granted permission to come inside, then they would break the door down.

Commonly, they were known as the Death Squads.

Luckily for Alec, Alexandra, and James, the Squads specialized more in the Gatlon suburbs, given that inside the city people were so crazy that it didn't take more than one person to murder a defenseless prodigy.

Well, maybe they weren’t lucky.

No prodigy was.

Alec sighed. He stopped at the corner of the block, before crossing the street, since the light was green and the cars were speeding by like a car race.

The traffic light turned red.

Alec was about to cross.

About to.

His senses, his telekinesis, felt something that was not far away. A metal box, rubber wheels, leather, cotton, more metal, plastic, cables, pedals, motor, gasoline...a car. This car was approaching at full speed, and it couldn't stop on its own. Alec could stop him, but it would reveal that he was a damn prodigy.

So the car went by in the blink of an eye, without even having a chance to realize that the traffic light was red, for how fast it was going.

Alec sighed again and crossed the street in a couple of long strides.

Gatlon's park had an extension of five hectares, all lined with trees, wooden, plastic, playgrounds made out of metal, statues, busts, concrete paths, and even a small artificial lake. Alec, James and Alexandra did not usually hang out there, as it was where the majority of the prodigy burnings took place. James was the type of person who was capable of trying to stop a demonstration of the opposite party to his at all costs; that was the reason why Alec and Alexandra went to the park alone and hid in their place: the Valley of the Goddess of Heaven.

How they had discovered this place was to the credit of Alexandra's spiders. Alexandra's power was to control spiders, see what they saw, hear what they heard. That was why Alexandra precisely knew what most did not. She knew where the best bars were. She knew the secrets of many. She knew the best corners of Gatlon’s park. And she decided to show it to Alec. Only him, because according to her, James would not be able to appreciate it.

When they first went there, Alexandra only told him that she would see him in the Valley of the Heaven Goddess, and Alec understood absolutely nothing. While he insisted that Alexandra should give him a specific address, he only got mysterious smiles from her. He wished he were a telepath right now, but then he remembered his deceased sister, and her sunken shoulders and eyes, and he wished he weren’t a prodigy at all.

Either way, what she did achieve was for them to go together, so, when they went to the park that time, they entered through the most inhospitable side of it , closer to the artificial lake. Alexandra took Alec's hand and led him through the bushes, which hid quite a steep slope. They walked carefully down the slope, step by step, and found themselves in a small valley full of trees and bushes and a statue painted with green vines. Alec and Alexandra leaned back on the grass, confident, staring at the enigmatic hooded statue. Neither of them said anything; just before they left, Alexandra told him the story of the statue:

“That statue is the Goddess of Heaven. It is ancient, more than a century old, and it represents a mythological goddess of a civilization native to these lands. The Goddess of Heaven held the stars and prevented them from falling on top of this civilization. They adored and benevolent her. When the conquerors arrived, they were moved by such belief and, before annihilating that civilization, they gave them this statue. Legend has it that this statue held a star, but the colonizers took it away. I come here every day, hoping that one day, the star will return to where it belongs.”

It was not necessary to ask how Alexandra knew that story. Alec just nodded and later they went back to their mundane lives, step by step, smile by smile.

Four years had passed since then.

Now, he was seeing Alexandra for very different reasons.

Unimaginable for the Alec of the past.

Alec clenched his fists and slowed down.

How were you supposed to explain your girlfriend that you didn't want to kiss her because the mere thought of someone kissing your lips made you nauseous?

Well, he definitely wouldn't tell her that.

Alec sighed for the third time. He had reached the main entrance of the park and was so immersed in his memories, that he did not even realize that they were setting a prodigy on fire. It was a sound, such an everyday act that it was often automatically silenced by Alec's ears. However, that did not imply that it wasn’t horrendous enough for Alec to start walking away from that crowd of people (who acted like animals).

Then he heard it.

He heard her.

A scream, a shriek, a wail, a fine and sharp sword in Alec's heart, pierced the entire park, all the ears of those present around him.

That scream could only belong to one person.

The same one he had he was meant to see there.

“ALESSANDRA!” Alec yelled, as he made his way through the crowd of humans / animals. He pushed, tripped and elbowed himself from the masses of people but he didn't care because he had to get to his beloved...

There were many, many people and a lot of light and ashes and screams and...

“ALEC!” Alexandra answered, with a raspy voice .

In the center of that crowd, there was a large pole, fifty centimeters in diameter, and Alexandra was tied to it, hand and foot, like a witch. Beneath her feet (which were dangling) was a raging fire that wanted to consume everything, Alexandra included. The more people arrived, the more the fire grew, as these same individuals threw highly flammable items to make the fire grow. Papers, gasoline, garbage, whatever. The flames were beginning to rise through Alexandra's clothes and skin and it would be a matter of minutes until the girl was just a piece of charred meat.

They were burning her, they were burning her, they were burning her.

“ALEXANDRA!” Alec shouted again, when he reached the front of the fire and was five meters from Alexandra, which was as close to the fire as allowed him to get. Alec started to sweat and gasp from the heat and the fact that he didn’t have the physical condition to run this fast.

Alexandra made a guttural sound in response.

“Go away, Alec! GO AWAY!” the girl snapped, gasping, as she writhed under the will of the flames. In her words you could feel the effort behind her pronunciation, Alec's will was breaking and breaking.

“Alessandra…” he whispered. There was no voice left to scream. He had fallen to his knees in front of the fire; people from the crowd who were not focused on the fire but on Alexandra, hit him with occasional kicks. Bang bang bang.

He couldn't...couldn't ...couldn't save his beloved.

He was just a telekinetic.

Asking for help was an absurd fantasy.

He...he...was to blame for all that.

If only not ...!

“Alessandra ... forgive me,” Alec pleaded, and looked at her in the eye. Alexandra was looking at Alec with lava in her eyes, not angry but nostalgic. Her expression was exhausted and her mouth opened and closed as a fish out of the water, looking desperately for air. The fire was just touching part of her feet right now, but the pain was unbearable, according to what Alexandra’s expressions said.

“Don't apologize for existing. Never,” Alexandra ordered with lots of effort and closed her eyes, while she rummaged with her untied hand for something in her right pocket. She hauled it out and tossed it at Alec, awkwardly but effectively.

Alec caught it (with a very subtle aid of his powers, indistinguishable among that animal crowd) and treasured it in his hands. It was hot but not as hot as he expected. It was a cassette.

“You're not the villain in your story, Ace,” Alexandra proclaimed, and Alec looked into her eyes again. Her voice was cut between gasps and insults from the crowd; in spite of that, the girl kept talking, with more difficulty as every second passed. “You weren't, you aren't, and you never will be,” she promised. The fire had almost destroyed all her feet and her voice had grown as strong as a house of cards, if it hadn't been before.

“I love you, Alessandra,” Alec said, his voice as firm as his beloved's.

“Ti amo anch'io, Ace Artino,” Alexandra Onitraze said without smiling but putting all her self on it, and shouted, with the last strength of her soul, with her whole soul, “FUCK Y'ALL, SUCKERS! WE'RE ALL GOING TO HELL!”

And that was the last incentive the crowd needed.

A man threw (at least) five liters of gasoline on the fire without pain or glory but with a hundred tons of suddenness. The fire rose up the thirty-foot length of the pole, like snakes curling at breakneck speed over wood and Alexandra. The snakes scorched Alexandra completely, in a matter of seconds like a small and contained explosion. When the fire died down, Alexandra’s body was unrecognizable; her arms and legs were black and bloody, her face was just ashes and pain. She had no hair left, just a horrific image of what Alexandra Onitraze had been, and not even that. A putrid smell crept up Alec's nose and contaminated his lungs.

Alec couldn't bear it: Alexandra's corpse (the frightful remains), the listless boos from the crowd, the smells, the hate, the memories, it was all too much; reason why he started crying

He was about to fall to his knees to the ground, but the crowd booed him and started kicking him outside, to the chorus of:

“Be a man, faggot!”

“It was a monster!”

“Moron.”

“Why are you crying? Aren’t you a real man?”

“Are you crying over your whore friend? Sissy.”

”Look at her, she's a little girl crying because we saved her from her satanic doll.”

“Pussy.”

As people continued to insult, Alec wandered among the real monsters, oblivious to all their insults and profanities. For him it was unintelligible how these beings could hate their equals so much, their brothers. Prodigies were also human and Alec could not grasp how one human was capable of dismissing another as scum.

However, despite the invasive toxicity of his environment, there was only room for two words in his mind and those were ‘Alexandra’ and ‘James’.

One was dead and the other was still alive.

Or so Alec believed.

An unusual panic and despair invaded him with the worst thoughts.

Speeding up his pace , he ran out of the crowd, thirsty for the knowledge that James was still alive, unlike Alexandra. His mind was colonized by many ‘What if? What if? What if?’.

Alec had to see James.

Before it was too late.

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