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making merry, oh my little fairy (2)

sam winchester x fairy!reader

wc: 5.3k

warnings: soulmate!au (partners share scars), fem!reader, implied age gap (reader is early 20's), hella pining, tooth-rotting fluff, destiel is canon, town being mean to reader, some shaky police jargon, references to thick reader (everyone cheered) but can be ignored, dean being dean, canon-typical warnings (child kidnapping, violence ect.)

an: part 2 of my little fairy series! it's been sitting in my drafts for weeks and part 1 was pretty unpopular so i've been hesitant to post it but then i realized i write for myself and not for recognition! so enjoyyyyy. remember to comment and repost to support your favourite writers :)

summary: you flew around Sam's mind with your pretty little wings all night and all day, it doesn't help that you're popping up around every corner of this case. he's trying not to think about it.

part one part three part four

They'd sat in the car parked out front maybe longer than they should have. Sam noticed you peak through the curtain at the twenty minute mark, he only noticed because he could feel your curious gaze.

It disturbed him enough to allow Dean to fly down the neighbourhood road noisily at too many miles an hour.

Naturally, sleep became a stranger.

Dean was long passed out on the questionably lumpy motel bed and Sam was still at the desk. The white light off his laptop made his eyes itch.

A dryad is a tree nymph, commonly inhabiting oak trees, and generally born into the form of beautiful women. Many dryads were considered to be originally human or children of the nature Gods and it is widely believed that they take on the physical characteristics of the trees they protect.

Your eyes returned to him again, if not for the hundredth time that day. The way the greenery reflected off of them at him. The strength of your legs, how they were wide and grounding like the tree that engulfed your house. Your movements, your walk, how you floated like how the leaves shivered in the forest beyond your garden walls.

Sam had given considerable thought to his soulmate, as most people did.

He was turning thirty-one in a few months time and it had occurred to him that maybe you were on the other side of the world. Maybe you were dead. But people had warned him that he'd know if that were true. He'd feel it, like a gaping wound in his soul.

Castiel had appeared to Dean in a flash of light. In a heroic swoop of love, and Sam thought maybe that could happen to him too.

His thumb was warm where it ran over the scar down his arm.

He wondered if you thought the same.

If you dreamed of his arrival the way he'd dreamed of yours.

It was a silly thing, to dream of meeting your true love. Far too trivial in the life of someone like Sam Winchester when the fate of the world, of good versus evil and heaven versus hell was always in the palm of his hand.

But your figure was burned into his corneas like a blinding torch.

It scared him. Not an easy feat for the man who'd seen it all.

Sam had asked Dean a few years back.

Can someone live without their soulmate?

Dean had shrugged. "Sure, plenty of people do."

Sam had sunk back another sip of his beer at the time, they were somewhere in Florida.

"What if they'd already met them? Can they decide that they don't want to be with them?"

Dean chuckled at that. "I doubt that works out very often."

It was already long after Dean had met Castiel. Long after he'd survived his "my soulmate is an angel and a man what the fuck--" stage.

"What makes you say that? I'm sure some people have a strong enough willpower."

Dean had answered him by referencing some movie, one that Sam knew he loved and it took a bit of pestering for Dean to admit he knew the quote by heart.

He'd blushed nearly red and shrugged, accompanying it by another long slug of his beer.

"It's like at the end of the movie--" When Harry Met Sally, specifically, "When they're at that New Years party and Billy Crystal goes up to Meg Ryan and gives that whole speech, and he says that line."

Sam was grinning by then. "What line?"

Like he hadn't seen the movie enough times to know.

"You know, he when says ... when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Sam had long made peace with the fact that even if you did ever come around, that it would be better to leave you be. To leave you in the safety of a life different to his own.

At least he had.

In the slim hours since leaving your doorstep he'd found himself choking over the thought of never seeing you again. Of his eyes never laying again on your face that gazed so happily up into his own, like you felt his warmth in a cold winter.

He was plagued, possessed, by the thought of never knowing more.

Never knowing the way you liked your tea, how you looked first thing in the morning, or worse, how your lips would feel slow and warm against his own.

He wanted to know your favourite song, and your worst fear. He wanted to know where you came from, how you found Fernglade, Washington. What's your favourite book, do you like to read? Would you like it if he read to you instead? Maybe you would, you'd be tucked against his side in bed and he'd tell you about his favourites. His favourite movies and the way he drinks his coffee and the shampoo he used. Maybe you'd play with his hair, braiding little flowers into the ends--

Sam groaned. His face fell into his hands.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. Not now.

But he supposed there would never be an adequate time for your arrival.

And god, you weren't even human.

Cross species soulmates weren't impossible - improbable, sure (about as much as being hit by lightening) - but not impossible.

It was only Sam's luck, the Winchester's luck, that they'd both been struck.

Castiel was an angel, but the concept seemed to fade off Dean quickly at the time.

Dean himself had been little help on the matter during the blurry drive back to the motel. "Hey. I mean, all things considered, fairy sex must be crazy."

Sam closed the tab on Dryads: A Modern Day Delve into Greek Mythology. Another page blinked up at him.

When the sun was still setting and Dean was still seated across from him, he had managed to do some work.

It distracted him, barely, but he managed to somewhat narrow the list of potential suspects.

The filters helped. Creatures that steal children. Creatures that live in the woods.

In all the webpages and in some text from John's journal he'd found a common thread. A thinly veiled one, but a lead regardless.

Goblins are generally found living in communities in burrows of forests across Western America. They are known to be mischievous and malignant spirits which often feed on small animals or easy prey and hunt during the warmer months before hibernating in Winter.

Children are easy prey, Sam thought.

Some subspecies were believed to be able to shift into the form of naughty children and sneak into nearby villages to prey on young humans.

It was the last thing his eyes ran over before he slipped the laptop shut. He crawled to the bed, wishing more than anything that his mind would cut him a break, before sliding under the sheets: seeking respite from the crisp autumn Washington

"Rise and shine, Sammy."

The hangers reeled noisily against the rod where Dean had ripped open the curtains and the stark light brought Sam to gasping consciousness.

Sam pulled the pillow up over his face, grumbling into it.

He made out the sound of Dean setting a coffee mug on the side table.

"What time did you get to sleep?"

Answered by another indiscernible whine, Dean sunk into the chair at the tiny table in the room. "Fine, fine ... but did you find anything helpful? Besides fairy porn probably."

It earned him a well-aimed smack in the face with a pillow.

Dean laughed jovially, "Okay, okay."

Sam rose up into a sitting position with a moan. He ran a hand over his face, the other grappling for the already cooling coffee mug on the table.

"Goblins." He muttered around the rim.

Dean paused his own sip, face falling into incredulity.

"Did you just say "goblins"?"

Sam nodded. He didn't elaborate.

"Listen, I know it's a conversation you probably don't wanna have ... but are you sure we're ruling out your little garden fairy from this equation? I mean, it really doesn't look good for her--"

"You're right. I don't want to have this conversation."

Dean shrugged. He fiddled with the coffee mug against his hand.

"It's not her." Sam added quietly.

Nodding slowly, Dean watched his brother with tentative eyes. "Have you thought about that? What you're gonna do?"

Sam rose from the bed, stripping off his shirt. "I don't know man. I don't even think she knows."

It had been a thought that occurred to him at some point in the previous night, that you didn't know. That it was probably selfish to keep it to himself.

"Right, well anyway," Dean reached into the tupperware you'd gifted them the previous afternoon. He'd already cleared out his own and was starting on a pastry from Sam's box. "I was thinking we should go speak to the third vic's mom. Kelly Williams. We haven't spoken to them yet and maybe they can tell us more."

Sam nodded. "Sure. You got an address?"

"No, but she's working a stall at..." Dean picked up a leaflet from the table that Sam assumed he'd found on his coffee run before he was up, "The Fernglade Sunday Market. We can find her there."

"Fine."

He disappeared into the bathroom, Dean heard the shower turn on.

"And you can tell me about this goblins story on the way there!" He called after him.

The door slammed shut.

"So you think goblins are coming into town and stealing kids out their back yards?"

The morning was warm and the market made it more so. It was out on a farm a couple roads down from the boys' motel.

There were little set-up stalls as far as he could see over lush green grass, selling cakes and jewellery and home-made soaps. Couples strolled hand-in-hand and children chased their parent's ankles.

Sam shrugged. "I mean yeah, it makes sense. Dad mentioned about the trees, Y/n mentioned about the forest too."

Dean nodded, his eyes rolling over the scenery. "Sure, but goblins? I've never heard of that anywhere, I mean, how do you even kill it?"

"Them." Sam corrected. "They live in groups."

Dean sighed. "Well that's gonna be fun."

Somewhere down the row, a man was singing behind a set up microphone with a guitar in his lap. A small crowd had formed to watch him.

Sam's stomach had begun churning with that feeling that made his organs feel like jelly again. He shrugged against the collar of his shirt.

"Right, well, there's Kelly Williams' stall." Dean glanced again down at the pamphlet, "Rings and Things ... how creative--"

But Sam's eyes had found on another stall. One further down from Kelly Williams', a little set-up of vases and stain glass sculptures. Rather ... they found the woman standing in front of it.

Of course it was you.

Standing against the breeze in another, unsurprisingly, light green dress. It was ruffled and shimmering and glittery and short. It made Sam's airways tighten to a shut.

You seemed intent on avoiding wearing anything that draped any further than just over the curve of your ass, and Sam prayed to anyone listening that it would stay that way.

"Sammy?"

Dean's face shrunk in confusion, he followed his brother's line of sight. He began to laugh, clearly finding you, and jostled Sam with a hand on his shoulder. "Well, isn't this just your luck."

Sam was sucking in deep breaths again. Dean shoved him in the side.

"Go talk to her, I'll speak to Mrs Williams."

Jumping back into semi-consciousness, Sam shook his head, "No, no, it's fine. We'll go--"

"Stop being a baby, Sam." Dean shrugged him off. "You're gonna have to talk to her eventually. And I hope you do a better job than you did yesterday, because that was a train-wreck."

"Thanks."

But Dean's figure was already retreating.

"Asshole." Sam muttered under his breath.

Eyes found you again, they strained against the sunlight. He could make out your face from where he stood: it was twisting, falling into a creased brow that Sam didn't like the look of.

His legs began moving before he had chance to instruct them and it only took a couple paces of his long structure to find your side, heart thumping violently in his ears.

Your eyes lifted from the table, there was an elderly lady sitting in the shade of the cover and looking unimpressed.

"Sam." You smiled up at him and he swore in that second he could listen to you saying his name forever on repeat and never grow bored. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Hey." He sighed, it was louder than he anticipated and he could feel his cheeks growing warmer. "W-What are you doing here?"

You stuttered, "Well, I was just looking at this cute little crocodile--"

His eyes found where your hand was motioning over the woman's table. He was unsurprised to find it littered with stained-glass sculptures of animals. Lions and fish and elephants among others.

But the woman interrupted before you could find the end of your sentence.

"I don't sell to kidnappers."

Her elderly face was curled up in disgust. Sam was taken aback by her directness.

He was more taken aback by your polite smile at her.

"That's fine. I'll be on my way." You nodded kindly, looking back up to Sam. "Wanna take a walk?"

Sam's bones had begun aching with fury in the small seconds since he'd arrived. His brow-bone was heavy set against his eyes.

He glanced over at the crocodile you'd referenced. It was about the size of a shoebox, glassy in bottle green tones and grinning a mouthful of sharp teeth up at him. He could already see it sitting happily on a spot between your books and photo frames, maybe up on the mantle above your fireplace.

Brushing softly against your elbow with his hand, a movement that sent a stone cold shiver up his whole body, he shook his head. "Just one sec--"

He turned to the woman, sticking his finger in the direction of the lifeless creature.

"I'd like to buy that crocodile please."

"Oh, Sam, you don't have to--"

But the woman was unmoved, "No. I'm not selling anything to anyone associated with her."

She stuck a shaking finger in your direction and Sam suddenly wanted to rip the stall to pieces.

"We should just go..." Your voice was small and he fought hard against pulling your frame into his side.

Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket for his FBI identification: flipping it out into the daylight for the woman to see. Her eyes widened behind thinly framed spectacles.

"I said I'd like to buy that crocodile." His voice was stern, heavy laden with his trembling aggravation. "How much is it?"

The woman's face flickered between emotions, before settling on vexation. "Forty dollars." She mumbled.

"I'm sorry?"

"Forty dollars." She replied more clearly, face turning red in embarrassment.

Sam slipped away his badge and dug for his wallet in his pocket, he flipped between the notes and handed her two twenty dollar bills. The woman was quiet while she wrapped the creature, avoiding your and Sam's eyes in the process.

She handed it over with a scathing, "Get away from my stall."

"With pleasure." He turned to you, your face was a cherry red shade. "I'll take you up on that walk."

You stepped away, offering a small sheepish "thanks" to the woman scowling at your and Sam's retreating figures.

"Here." He handed you the crocodile gently, and you took it with tentative hands. "Get a lot of that?"

But you shrugged off his question, grabbing for your purse. "You really didn't need to do this, Sam. Let me just pay you--"

Sam stopped, taking your forearm into his hand - the tingle it sent up his body again didn't go amiss - and he huffed. "Please, please. Don't. It's a gift."

The sun was shining off your dress and it made your face seem lighter. "Sam, really, I can't ask you to--"

"Please?"

You paused, lashes blinking carefully up at him and god he could really kiss you right there--

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Smiling again, easing the tightness in Sam's chest, you nodded. "Fine."

You held the crocodile up to your face, "What are we gonna name him?"

"We?" Sam laughed and you laughed back at him.

"Sure, he's ours now." You tucked it under your arm again.

Ours. He was fragmentally taken away with the thought of something belonging to them, to us. A house, a couch, a dog (or a fox if that's what you wanted)--

"Anyways, where's the other one?"

Sam was brought back to the conversation.

"Oh, uh, Dean?" his eyes grazed over the stalls, pointing over to where Dean was talking with the tall Kelly Williams behind a tray of seashell necklaces. "Talking to one of the victims."

"Right, I almost forgot." You fiddled with your bag over your shoulder. "He decided whether he's killing me yet?"

His mouth tilted teasingly. "What makes you think that I've decided I'm not here to kill you?"

You shrugged, teeth flashing in a gut-wrenchingly beautiful smile. "Well, you bought me this, and ... you don't seem the type."

"The type?"

"Nah, you're too sweet on me already."

Sam's stomach did a somersault in his chest. "I--"

"Besides, you couldn't do it here. Too much blood, too many witnesses ..."

Sam's hair flicked over his shoulder where he tossed his head back to laugh. "Right. You've thought about the logistics already."

"Sure have." You nodded. "Any headway on the kids?"

"Some." He shrugged. "There's this fairy--"

"Dryad."

"--living in this petting zoo in this cottage on the outskirts of town..."

"Fine." You conceded. "I won't ask."

"No, but we have--"

"Ah, look at you two. Getting along like a house on fire."

Sam hadn't noticed his brother's approaching footsteps. Dean clapped a jolly hand over his brother's arm.

You smiled in greeting. "Good morning Dean."

He nodded. "'Morning Tinkerbell."

"Dean."

Chuckling you nodded. "Good one. Haven't heard that before."

The sun was hot on Sam's shoulders, Dean was making it hotter with his conspicuous side eye.

"What's that you got there?" He motioned over the figure under your arm.

You lifted it up proudly, "It's my crocodile. Sam got it for me. The lady wouldn't sell it to me."

"Oh, Sam got it for you, huh?" Dean smirked, relishing in the admission.

"Yep."

The glitter in your eye was making Sam's knees buckle.

"W-We should get going ..." He shifted from his one leg to the other. "Work to do ... and stuff."

"Right," you agreed, fixing the strap over your shoulder again. "I should also head home, not very welcome 'round here anyways."

Confusion glazed briefly over Dean's face but he said nothing on it.

"Yeah, stuff to do." He nodded.

You began your walk past them, finding Sam's gaze. "Thanks again, Sam. I'll see you boys around."

His eyes followed you where your crystals were clinking around your neck. "Yeah. No problem."

Barely out of your earshot, Dean turned to Sam. "A crocodile, huh?"

"Shut up."

It wasn't another two days before Sam saw you again.

The boys dove head first back into research, Mrs Kelly Washington hadn't much more to add beyond the fact that she heard another child's voice in the moments before her daughter's disappearance.

"I mean, there was some mention in the lore about goblins being able to turn into kids. Naughty ones at that."

Dean sighed over his bar-top lunch. He took another swig of beer.

"Okay, so what, these ... goblins are coming into town as children and grabbing the kids from their yards? Maybe they'd met somewhere before then, at school or the park?"

Sam shifted the salad around his plate, bored. "Yeah, maybe."

There was a depressingly thin amount of information in John's journal on goblins and the website lore was too broad to even begin sifting through it before another child was taken.

"Well we know that eight kids are taken each time, right?"

Nodding, Sam took an unenthusiastic bite of tomato.

"That means there's still two kids to be taken. I mean, there's only been six victims and autumn is two weeks away from ending, if the story is true that they hunt before winter."

The boy's didn't have to wait long. They were less than an hour clear of the dilapidated bar they'd stopped in for lunch when the call came over the police monitor in the car.

"Units, this is dispatch. We have a suspected 134 at 98 Calvary, requesting assistance."

Code 134. Kidnapping.

Dean found Sam's eye across the front seat before taking a screeching turn into the next street.

Cavalry road was just a few streets down and the scene was as they'd expected. Burning red and blue cop cars littered the street and Dean pulled the Impala into a space between them.

There was a scuffle of officers, in the corner of the driveway a man holding a sobbing woman to his chest. The parents.

Dean and Sam flashed their badges at the nearest deputy.

"What's the situation?"

The officer huffed, tightening his grip on either side of his belt. "We think the kid was taken, Frankie Moore. Disappeared about two hours ago, the parents only called in the last twenty minutes. They thought he'd just run off."

Dean nodded and Sam watched over the scene around him.

"Any witnesses?"

The cop shook his head, Taylor, his badge read. "None. Right out the backyard, just like the others."

"Did the parents see anything, hear anything?" Sam pressed.

"Not from what we can gather from them right now, they're pretty out of shape." Taylor motioned back to where the Mrs Moore was desperately pushing out sentencing between racking sobs. "But we've got a suspect, they're out fetching them right now."

Dean glanced over the officer, "A suspect?"

Sam's hands were starting to itch. He twisted them against his the cuffs of his sleeve.

"Yeah, neighbour saw them out in the forest about an hour ago. Called it into dispatch. They never took it seriously until this call came in."

Somewhere behind them a short siren yelped from one of the cars.

"Did they have the kid or what?" Dean's face was laden with confusion, the story twisting around his brain.

"No, but they've been taken in on suspicion. Talk of the town and such." Taylor responded and Sam's heart sunk to his knees.

There was a click over the officer's radio. "Suspect is in custody."

He pulled it closer to his mouth, "Copy that."

Sam tugged up on the end of his sleeve, revealing his wrists in the afternoon light. They were turning a pinkish red. Handcuffs.

"Dean."

Dean's back stiffened at his brother's tone, eyes finding his wrists. He sighed. "You've got to be kidding me."

Sam's brain was turning muddy. "The suspect, is she a woman?"

Taylor nodded. "As far as I know, yes."

There was nothing else said.

Sam fled the scene as if the perpetrator himself. He flew into the passenger's seat with the force of an attacking bear.

Dean chased after him, slotting the key into the ignition: setting the car alight.

"Sam, I know what you're thinking--"

Houses flew past the car, streets and pedestrians, but Sam had no space to consider them.

"You don't know what I'm thinking."

But Dean was persistent, knuckles white around the wheel. "She's your ... your soulmate, I get that, but our leads are thin. Have you considered that she could really be doing this?"

The station came into view at the end of the road. Lights from the cars were flashing in Sam's eyes. His head spun.

"She's not a monster, Dean."

"But she is, Sam! She is! She's not a human."

Dean pushed down on the brake in front of the sheriff's station and Sam was out the car before it had fully pulled to a stop.

He threw the doors open. Officers were flocking around like seagulls over an abandoned hot dog.

Sam grabbed the arm of the nearest one, firm in his grip.

"The suspect, where is she?"

"Uh, they've just moved her to--"

The doors swung open again behind him and the rumbling of the station was overpowered by a loud low whine. It was followed by an equally distressed yelp.

Sam turned to find a row of officers, leading one after the other like ducks, each with a rattling metal cage of a different animal. Your animals.

Goose was yipping wildly in the confines of the box. A woman holding Lydia followed him. They come in procession: the rabbits, the ferrets, the ducks, the budgies.

"What the fuck!" An officer close to the door jumped out the way where Lydia hissed angrily at him from between the bars.

"No, please!"

Sam spun on his heel. His hands felt heavy with helplessness. It was your voice, echoing across the station and reverberating in his brain.

"Please, just leave them! They're not gonna hurt anyone. I haven't done anything--"

His feet chased after the sound. Sam found a long corridor near the back of the room, there were two officers tugging on either of your arms. Your eyes were bouncing wildly between each of the officers where they disappeared into the evidence room with your pets.

Your gaze found his own. "Sam!"

"Y/n." He was bounding down the corridor, long stretches of leg, but the officers were adamant in their grip.

"Sam, I promise I didn't-- it wasn't me. I swear--"

There was a loud huff and a heave and you stumbled backwards into a closed holding cell. Your hands wrapped between the bars.

"I know," Sam was breathless. "I know you didn't--"

Suddenly there was hands on his chest. "Sir, you need to get out of here."

"I need to speak with her--"

"Sir you can't do that. You need to speak to the sheriff."

Sam's chest was rumbling with a frenzied desperation. He couldn't pull his eyes off the fragments of your figure behind the bars.

The officers shoved him again. "Sir--"

He ripped himself off their grip, hair flushed back against his reddening face and he turned back down the corridor.

Dean was already at the sheriff's desk.

"--suspicious behaviour--"

"What the hell is going on?" Sam's voice rumbled across the room. "On what basis are you holding her?"

The sheriff was a small man and he looked smaller under Sam's furious stature.

"It's like I was telling your partner here, agent," He was patting a handkerchief over his balding head. "Y/n Y/l/n is being held on the basis of suspicious activity."

"What exactly is your definition of suspicious activity?"

The sheriff shrugged, "Well we got a call in of her roaming around the forest--"

Sam could feel his fists tightening at his sides, "What are people not allowed to go into the forest in this town or does that make them all kidnappers? You have no evidence--"

"Sammy, calm down." Dean's hand found Sam's chest but he shrugged him off.

"Release her. Right now."

But the sheriff shook his head. "Unfortunately, not even FBI have the power to do that. State's laws say she can be detained for 12 hours pending investigative procedures."

"Investigative procedures--?"

By then, Dean had him by the arm. "Okay, okay. Let's go cool off--"

He tugged Sam towards the door, surprising both himself and Dean by allowing him to do so successfully.

The cool dusk air rushed over his face. Sam took a deep breath.

"They have no evidence, Dean--"

"I get that, but you need to calm down. You're not helping the situation by threatening the sheriff."

An officer passed them with another cage. Three hedgehogs.

Sam ran a hand over his face. He took a deep breath.

"You don't even believe she's innocent, Dean."

There was quiet for a long moment.

Sam fell into a bench bolted against the side of the building. His hands found his face again. After a moment, Dean crouched into the spot beside him.

"Look." He sighed. "If you believe her, I believe you. Alright?"

Sam's eyes were watching his shoes. He nodded, only half believing his brother's claim.

They sat like that for nearly an hour with evening settling over Fernglade around them and the autumn crisp seeping into their suits.

After a long resounding silence, one that had stretched on past Dean's wide yawn, Dean rose to his feet.

"Sammy, we should go home. Get some headway on this goblins angle."

At that, Sam shook his head. "I'm gonna stay."

"What, until she's out?"

"Yeah."

Dean's eyes were dripping in pity and it made Sam's blood boil.

"That's--" he raised his watch into his eyeline, "She's still got another ten hours. It's only six o' clock now."

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Sam--"

"Dean."

Another cold silence.

Sam pressed his hair back with a wide hand, conceding. "Look, I'm sorry. But I'm gonna stay. You head back to the motel, do some work and get some sleep. I'll be fine."

Dean considered him, but he made no further argument and Sam thought momentarily it was maybe because he knew he couldn't budge him in the same argument with Cas.

"Alright. Fine." Dean nodded, tugging his jacket closer against the cold. "I'll see you in the morning."

Sam watched his brother's retreating figure all the way until the Impala had disappeared down the next street before going to stand.

The doors swung open with a whine, the station had cooled to a quieter buzz than when he'd first burst in. The sheriff had disappeared into an office off in the corner of the room.

Finding the nearest officer, Johnson, behind a short wooden desk, Sam approached him.

Officer Johnson glanced warily up at him from the papers he'd been filling out. He'd probably been witness to his first outburst.

"Uhm," Sam cooled his voice to a deferential timber. "The animals at the back, what's gonna happen to them?"

The officer set his pen down, "Well I'm doing the paperwork on them now. They'll be released if and when she does."

"If?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, if they don't find anything they'll let her go. Only got twelve hours."

Sam shifted his weight, running his eyes over the station. Somehow it was colder inside than the bench he'd just abandoned.

"Right."

The image returned to him again of your tiny green dress, the satin sleeves that reached down over your arms - he wondered for a moment if you wore them to cover all his scars - and the shiny ends that left your legs a prize for the bite of the freezing air that nipped at him even through all his layers.

He dug his hands into his coat pocket, pulling out his badge and his wallet and his phone to slip them into his pant pockets. Then he shrugged out the jacket.

Sam held it out to the officer. "Would you mind giving this to her?"

The officer took it with tentative hands, he gave it a glance over but made no move to stand.

"There's nothing in it." Sam huffed. "It's freezing in here, and unless you want her to die of hypothermia before morning, I suggest you do what I've asked."

He was considering it, Sam could tell by how his eyes flickered over the office door behind which the sheriff was hiding, but eventually elected to stand.

"Fine."

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jjledragon · 5 months

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Now that Secret Life has ended (no spoilers here, dw), have an AU idea that's been worming around in my brain for a while.

So it takes place in a quaint little suburban neighborhood, and everyone in there is a mythical creature/monster of some sort. The Big Dogs are Werewolves, the Heart Foundation are vampires, Gem and the Scotts are sirens, the roomies are witches, Lizzie is a Dryad, and I'm still debating on what Scar is (just a human, a fae, idk)

And then a new set of neighbors move in: Mumbo, Joel, Pearl, and BDubs. So the neighborhood starts speculating on what they are: Are they a bunch of cryptids? Are they also vampires? Or are they fae?

But nope. Turns out they're all human. Just really, REALLY weird humans.

And shenanigans ensue. Some funny, some scary, some sad, but the weirdo humans eventually get accepted into their funky neighborhood dynamic.

I'm planning on making a bunch of one-shots on Ao3 about it, so hopefully I can expand on this idea a bit more.

#secret life #secret life smp #the big dogs #the heart foundation #gem and the scotts #the mounders #mounders #I have monster autism #and mcyt autism #put'em together and you get this

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galacticguppy · 4 months

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Creates a life series au. goes wild.

click for best quality and there's loads more info under the cut if you're curious :]

Tentatively calling this the Familiars au!! Basically, there are several different kingdoms that our main characters come from, each with their own lands, laws, and systems of government. What our main characters have in common is that they are all Familiar- meaning that they are all people with a soul-deep connection to an intelligent animal, monster, or spirit!

People in this world can become Familiar if a creature with magic chooses them and forms a bond with them; or in the case of humans born with magic, they can create an animal Familiar by imbuing it with magic of their own. Basically, it’s a sharing of magic between two creatures that binds them together and offers some level of magic to both of them, regardless of how much they had before.

This is a life series au so each of the life series members are Familiar; either a human or a human’s companion :] All of them are fairly respected in their respective communities, and the actual story of the au begins when they’re all invited to represent their homes in a competition!! I don’t have a ton of details worked out on the competition stuff yet unfortunately but I’m feeling like. Locked Tomb series Canaan House vibes, if you've read that. There’s some great boon or serious stakes for winning, and everyone has their own duo (give or take.. there’s at least one trio!) and their own motivations, and their own secrets to hide.

That's about that on general au stuff- let's talk about these guys!!

Scar and Grian!!

Scar is Human, though he does have some magic of his own, and Grian is a Vex! In this world, Vex are one of many types of fairy- a particularly mean-spirited type, at that

Scar and Grian are from a desert commune with no real leader. Traders and travelers with silver tongues have power in the community, and Scar is one of the best. However, he's also known as a conman, and the others in the commune are happy to send him away to represent them when the challenge is issued to the various kingdoms.

Grian and Scar are hoping to make a profit, but they're also in it for fun. If not a chance to fill their bellies and their pockets, this competition can at least provide some entertainment!

Jimmy and Scott!

Jimmy is Human, and Scott is a Dryad, another sort of fairy.

These two are from a more prosperous kingdom not far from the desert. Jimmy is one of the few Familiar chosen by one of the land's nature spirits, thought to bring good luck and fertile harvests. He and Scott volunteer when the challenge is issued, and are chosen to be the ones to represent the kingdom.

Jimmy wants to win to earn fame and respect, among other things. All that doesn't matter as much to Scott, but he's more than happy to dedicate himself to winning if it's what Jimmy wants.

anyways that's the brainrot I've got so far lol. if you're interested or have questions PLEASE send me asks I would love to talk about all this!!

#life series au #traffic life series #goodtimeswithscar #grian #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #guppy's art

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 11 months

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The fairiest of all 1/2

Note: Based on this ask, I basically wrote this...I don't even know what this is, but I like it. A lot. I'm currently jumping between this and four other wips. It's like my brain won't rest and just keeps on spitting out AUs. Anyway, my main source is Celtic mythology with some Fey Wanderer and Feylost from dnd. The reader is technically not a changeling, because they are actually the original human taken by the fairies. Also, this Dante is dmc anime Dante, because I think he does not get enough love. I'll be posting part two cause this is already too long and it expanded WAY above my expectations.

Enjoy this helter-skelter of magical worlds.

Rainbow Dragon

The existence of demons and the infernal lands they inhabit is widely accepted in Redgrave and the rest of the world. However, the other world almost mirrors ours. A place that is always changing, always shifting. A place up is down, light is dark and nothing is as it seems. Unlike the underworld, it's so deeply intertwined with ours that it's sometimes impossible to tell it apart. But if you look closer you just may catch fleeting sight of it.

You grew up in the World of the Fae after disappearing from your home plane as a child. Your parents made a pact with a Fairy that they'll get whatever they wish for in exchange for their firstborn. Only when they held a wailing infant in their arms they realized what they got themselves into. Faefolk is too whimsical and fleeting to take on the responsibility of raising a human child, but they did their best.

Living in this world shaped you, whether physically or psychologically. You're a bit too easy in your step, almost as if you were floating. When you're happy, you smell sweetly like nectar or honey. Your hair grows unnaturally fast. Flowers bloom in your presence. You have little to no concept of time and space. You can't keep still even when sitting down. You almost always space out, as if your consciousness was split between two worlds.

All good things come to an end. Your Fae parent realized that there's no place for a human in the Otherworld, and because they cared about you, they knew you have to go back. Being figuratively spat out of your only home after reaching what your Fae patron considered mature age was like a slap in the face. The beginnings were...rough. You quickly realized that the human world is completely different from the Fae world. To this day, there are still many things you don't understand, but you've grown to accept that.

As much as you wished to leave your old life behind, once you touch the veil, you cannot stay away from it. What about the family of Brownies that lives in your old apartment building? Or that Dryad whose tree did not get cut down because you almost turned the city upside down to get signatures for the petition? Do the locals feel safer after those disappearances caused by the Redcapes residing on one of the roads leading out of the city? And that Merfolk, about to be sold by the local mafia to be a pet of some rich asshole? Time and time again, you found yourself being pushed between two sides of the conflict of two worlds.

You realized the potential of a human acclimated into the world of the fae. And so, you became a mediator between the Otherworld and the human world. The fey warden guards the place where the veil unravels and takes care of unwanted visitors that step over it in one direction or another. Luckily, you have your fairy friends to help you with this task. Also the wide variety of skills and abilities at your disposal.

A fey mystique surrounds you. Now as a fey wanderer, you represent both the mortal and the fey realms. As you wander the multiverse, your joyful laughter brightens the hearts of the downtrodden, and your martial prowess strikes terror in your foes, for great is the mirth of the fey and dreadful is their fury. You are able to augment your weapons with mind-scarring magic, drawn from the gloomy hollows of the Unseelie fey. Your experience with the fey guarded your mind and sharpened your tongue. You are not easily charmed or frightened and your mouth can get you out of any sticky situation. The Seelie court has blessed you with the assistance of the fey. You can call forth fey spirits. You can slip in and out of Fey world to move in a blink of an eye.

With the life you have, you were sure that there's nothing in this world that could surprise you. You were about to be proven wrong.

You met at a fair. So inconspicuous, like you were just average people or people at all. Your senses were alerted of the otherworldy presence. You started scouting immediately, but after half an hour you gave up, hoping the perpetrator will reveal themselves eventually. To distract yourself, you headed to one of the stands to buy ice cream. Just as you were about to dig into your cone, you caught sight of a handsome man in the crowd. He was easy to spot, towering over everyone, tails of bright red coats fluttering dramatically around him, snow-white hair sticking out like a sore thumb. When his eyes met yours for a brief moment, you completely forgot your surroundings, causing you to walk into one of the striped poles that held the string lights. The ice cream ended on shoes. Drat.

The incident successfully got rid of any cravings for snacks, so you took your chance at the Ferris wheel instead. When it was finally your turn, you couldn't believe who they paired you up with. The ride was a little awkward at first. The man in red did not seem to want to strike up a conversation and you yourself were finding yourself at a loss for words. You noticed the big guitar case he was holding.

"Are you a musician? Will you be performing tonight?" You offered him your best charming smile.

The man looked at you in surprise. "Um, no...my performances are for...different crowd."

"Ooooh," you nodded in understanding. "So, you're some rock star who tries to go low profile, got it." You grinned. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." and you finished it with a cheeky wink.

He laughed. Finally, he laughed, and it was the sexiest sound ever. His blue eyes filled with mirth, few white strands fell to his face. "You seem to be more of a Funk person yourself." He looked you up and down and you felt yourself shiver like his gaze was a physical touch.

You lifted your arms in defeat, "Hey, everybody needs a little Groove in their life."

Dante opened his mouth, probably to say something charming, funny, or flirty, or that he's madly in love with you, hopefully. You never found out, because at that moment, right when you were at the top of the Ferris wheel, the machine jerked to a halt. If Dante hasn't caught you in his strong arms, you would've probably fallen off.

"Whew! That was close. Looks we're gonna be stuck here for a while-" You turned to him with a flirtatious grin, but Dante had the same serious glare with which he stepped into the booth.

Before he had any chance to react he jumped over the railing and down onto one support beam holding the wheel. That's when you noticed it. As vast as your knowledge of the various fey is, you've never seen a creature like this before. Something between a big lizard and a centipede, with a terrible grin filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, was gnawing at the center of the Ferris wheel. That thing wants the entire thing to collapse, you realized.

As if it sensed your gaze, the monster had turned to you, a disgusting grin widening even more as if it knew about your realization. Your silent exchange was pierced by a gunshot and the lights of the attraction fizzled out, followed by several terrified screams.

What will you do? What can you do? You asked yourself as you watched the mysterious man in red discard his guitar case and pull out a huge claymore. You only gaped as he lifted it over his head like it weighed nothing and slashed at the monster.

The slippery bastard dodged, curling its slimy body away, and slinked away on one of the support beams towards another unsuspect person in the nearest booth, but not before disappearing out of sight with a few ripples over its scaly skin. Camouflage. It seems the hunter realized it too, because he stood frozen at the center point of the Ferris wheel, trying to locate the creature.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a ripple in the air. You wanted to yell at the man to warn him, but that would alert the creature as well. It seems a little bit of magic is needed here.

Dante was alerted by a bright colorful sheen right above him. When he lifted his head, instead of the demon he saw its silhouette outlined in the mysterious light. Without hesitating, he jumped up and slashed vertically. He was rewarded by a howling screech and one severed leg falling down. The monster decided to retreat into safety, now that its location was revealed. Unfortunately, it decided your booth is the best choice. When the beast noticed the tiny human hunched in the corner of the booth, it snarled menacingly. Fangs baring in the victory at the easy prey. Any normal human would shit themselves at this moment. If you were normal, that is.

You wasted no time in showering the beast in a cordon of incorporeal violet needles. With a hiss of pain, the monster leaped at you with renewed rage. At that point, the booth could not hold your combined weights any longer and collapsed. Dante watched helplessly as the booth dislocated from its position on the wheel’s rim. He tried to get to you with all the inhuman speed he possessed. Desperate to save you, a strange person with a bright sparkle in their eyes and a sweet scent tickling his nose. He can’t stand the thought of your eyes losing that bright sheen, to be just another voice to haunt him in his dreams. That’s when he saw it. Instead of erratic descent on the concrete, you were…floating down. As if you were riding on pixie dust, you were surrounded by golden sparkles, legs poised, ready for the descent, arms perched above you. He only extended his arms in silent shock as you gently settled into his arms.

You locked eyes for a moment and Dante desperately scrambled for the things to say. THE Dante Sparda was at a loss for words, and you didn’t seem to be doing much better.

“That was…uh…”

“Yeah…” You couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarreness of the situation. Your laugh sounded like the tinkling of the bells, and Dante felt a smile stretching his lips as if of their own volition. As if he couldn’t help but be happy around you. Who are you?

The small world you two were in was disturbed by a loud crash of the booth hitting the ground. “Let’s get out of here,” Dante exclaimed sternly as he carried you away from the situation. Your eyes were still trained on the broken booth, still wondering what kind of creature you just saw.

“It’s better if you forget what just transpired here,” Dante told you as you stood several feet away from the ruckus as the police and firemen secured the area around ferries wheel. He spoke to you while you were both looking at the scene, not once looking at you.

“What was that thing that attacked us?” You ignored his question and bite into a cookie you pulled out of the sack filled with baked goods. The monster attack seemed to reawaken your craving for snacks.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“You don’t know what I don’t want to know.” You parried between the munching. If there’s something that stayed with you since leaving the Otherworld it’s your love for wordplay.

All he did was shoot you an annoyed look. You realized that this is not the way to go and asked him instead, “All right, what type of creature are you then?”

He finally looked at you, and he was met with those bright, sharp eyes again. They made the knot in his stomach tighter, his throat a bit too dry. He’s attracted to you, and that really won’t do. Especially since you seem to see straight through him.

He turned away and started walking away. He was acting like a jackass, and you were so nice to him. Even offered him one of your cookies. Hopefully, it’ll be enough for you to be put off by him. But then he felt a small hand tug on his with surprising strength.

“I said wait! Where do you think you’re going? It’s rude to walk away when someone’s asking you a question, you know?” You put your hands on your hips and waddled a finger in front of his face.

You were putting his silent brooding tough guy persona under strain.

“Dante.”

“Huh?”

“Name’s Dante.” He blurted out. Damn, he wasn’t supposed to say that. You really making him lose his hard-earned control.

Well, at least you were getting somewhere. “Nice to meet you, Dante.” You extended your hand,and without a second thought, Dante grabbed it.

“So, ferris wheel may be closed, but other attractions are still open. What do say we tried shooting game?” “I…” “Awesome! Let’s go.” Without letting go of his hand, you pulled him after you. You knew you were pushy, but being carried by this guy princess-style gave you a new boost of serotonin and new hope to try again.

Dante watched the small palm resting in his hand and pondered how he got himself into this again. You’re just so…maddening, bubbly, and intoxicating, and the syrupy-sweet scent that clung to you was driving him mad. Just as he was about to excuse himself again you turned to him and gave him a dazzling smile that completely disarmed him.

“Oh, by the way, my name is…”

#dmc dante #devil may cry #dante sparda #dante devil may cry #dante x reader #devil may cry dante #devil may cry anime #dmc #dmc fairy au

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glowinxfairies · 7 months

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Introduction for my Glowinx characters!

buckle up, this is gonna be long oof

🦋

☾ Alora (human!AU name: Alora Walker)

☾ birthday + age (when first introduced!): July 6th, 21 ☾ star sign: ☼cancer, ☾virgo, ↑cancer - fairy sign: Hippogriff ☾ fairy title: fairy of dreams and the night ☾ homeplanet: Novalia ☾ mbti: ENTJ ☾ archetype: the Caregiver, the Sage ☾ likes: techical charms, being a nurse, helping others, cooking ☾ dislikes: rude + impatient people, bad smells ☾ significant other: Jun ☾ gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: afab, she/her, demisexual, pansexual ☾ Alora is your most typical girl next door that wants nothing but to help others. Her main goal in life is to become a full fletched fairy and the guardian fairy of health at the end of her studies at the Alfea college for transformational fairies. Though after going through immense fights alongside her group the Glowinx Club, she grows into an individual that may be soft but with scars to remind her of what she's been through. Don't confuse her kindness with weakness.

✧ Elgan (human!AU name: Elgan Kendrick)

✧ birthday + age: Sept 26th, 22 ✧ star sign: ☼libra, ☾aries, ↑aqua - fairy sign: Nereid ✧ fairy title: fairy of zodiacs ✧ homeplanet: Apoteleo - but grew up on Eraklyon ✧ mbti: INFP ✧ archetype: the Jester ✧ likes: watching soap operas, astrology, gaming, makeup + fashion ✧ dislikes: being ignored, having to make calls, tidying up his room ✧ significant other: Conall ✧ gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: amab, he/him, gay ✧ mental history: adhd ✧ Elgan is an absolute joy to be around and his aura brightens any room he enters. He isn't afraid to play with his outfits and makeup - good thing he's a fairy so he has unlimited access to changing his hairstyle, outfit and makeup any time of the day! He has a hard time concentrating but once you ask him about your zodiac chart he will HYPERFOCUS! His specialty is human/earth zodiacs

☐ Treasa (human!AU name: Treasa Jones)

☐ birthday + age: Dec 16th, 20 ☐ star sign: ☼sag, ☾virgo, ↑taurus - fairy sign: Triton ☐ fairy title: fairy of metals ☐ homeplanet: Zenith ☐ mbti: ESFP ☐ archetype: the Caregiver, the Diplomat ☐ likes: gaming, playing around with her metal powers, being in the right ☐ dislikes: loud spaces, ignorance + disrespect ☐ significant other: Neoma ☐ gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: afab, she/they, lesbian, polyamorous ☐ mental history: ptsd ☐ If there's some underdog being disrespected, Treasa wakes up SWEATING. The headstrong fairy LOVES discussing and arguing if she feels the need to fight back is there - but usually this fairy loves and cherishes her lonetime. Fun fact: Treasa shares a birthday with her great-aunt - Tecna!

✿ Neoma (human!AU name: Neoma Florakis)

✿ birthday + age: Sept 10th, 23 ✿ star sign: ☼virgo, ☾taurus, ↑scorpio - fairy sign: Unicorn ✿ fairy title: fairy of insects ✿ homeplanet: Xaslerillia - but grew up in Magix ✿ mbti: INFP ✿ archetype: the Explorer, the Creator ✿ likes: lakes/water sounds, sweets, reading + writing, roadtrips, feeling needed ✿ dislikes: her own insecurities, insects, when she's talked down (disrespectfully), bitter flavors ✿ significant other: Treasa ✿ gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: afab, she/her, lesbian, polyamorous ✿ mental history: body dismorphia ✿ Neoma hasn't always been a fairy, she first started out as a witch but when she got to know Treasa and the others she soon noticed, channeling dark and sad energy was nothing for her so as soon as she had transformed into a fairy she asked the headmistress at Alfea for a transition to Alfea! Also, isn't it ironic how as the fairy of insects the poor girl is DEADLY afraid of bugs - you should see her face when she sees she has ANTENNAE in her enchantix transformation lmao

💎 Minu (human!AU name: Minu Kumar)

💎 birthday + age: March 1st, 23 💎 star sign: ☼pisces, ☾aries, ↑sag - fairy sign: Dryad 💎 fairy title: princess of Andros, fairy of gems 💎 homeplanet: Andros 💎 mbti: INFJ 💎 archetype: the Creator 💎 likes: drawing, later baking with her bonded pixie, flying 💎 dislikes: risky people/activities, narcissists, being yelled at 💎 significant other: Layna 💎 gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: afab, she/her, questioning, later likes to label herself as sapphic and/or neptunic, poly 💎 mental history: anxiety, stockholm syndrome 💎 Growing up isolated and as an adult still under the watch of her strict parents and an entire castle, Minu never knew what it meant to stand up for herself nor how to go through life without everything being handed to her with no hesitation. You can imagine what a college life can do to such a fragile gem - but she also starts seeing what her life shouldn't be: controlling.

✴ Cécilia (human!AU name: Cécilia Murphy)

✴ birthday + age: Jan 15th, 19 ✴ star sign: ☼cap, ☾aqua, ↑virgo - fairy sign: Pegasus ✴ fairy title: fairy of light ✴ homeplanet: Solaria ✴ mbti: ESTP ✴ archetype: the Ruler ✴ likes: fashion, makeup, herself, shopping, blogging ✴ dislikes: getting interrupted, things not going her way, noisy people ✴ significant other: none ✴ gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: afab, she/her, straight ✴ mental history: psychopath ✴ Cécilia grew up mostly with her father and inherited a lot of negative traits from the selfish man. Her mother, the new headmistress of Alfea is barely home. Cécilia starts out as Alora's best and only friend but (spoiler alert) soon turns out to be manipulating Alora and being a threat to all of Glowinx.

☼ Jun (human!AU name: Jun Yang)

☼ birthday + age: Sept 6th, 20 ☼ star sign: ☼virgo, ☾aries, ↑scorpio - fairy sign: Unicorn ☼ title: arch duke of Solaria ☼ homeplanet: Solaria ☼ mbti: ENFJ ☼ archetype: the Hero ☼ likes: physical energy jobs, being useful, spending money on fashion (hyperfixation), rope/string fight studies ☼ dislikes: sensory issues/being overstimulated, childish behavior, ppl misplacing items of his ☼ significant other: Alora ☼ gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: amab, he/him, bisexual, later genderfluid ☼ mental history: autistic ☼ Jun is a true sunshine to those around him but that might just be because he's a little bit of a people pleaser. He loves his fashion and finally blooms as soon as he's out of the big mansion and studying in Red Fountain. Coming from a narcissistic mother and autistic father, he was kept in line with his beliefs on his sexuality, gender and looks - finally befriending people like Elgan and Conall he knows he can be who he really wants to be.

🌿 Conall Daniels

🌿 birthday + age: July 11th, 21 🌿 star sign: ☼cancer, ☾aqua, ↑leo - fairy sign: Hippogriff 🌿 powers: nature sorcerer 🌿 homeplanet: Earth (born in Chicago, Illinois) 🌿 mbti: ENFJ 🌿 archetype: the Explorer 🌿 likes: botanics (don't u dare disrespect his plants), fun activities (going out etc), cleanliness, 🌿 dislikes: having guests over, big emotions (his own), having to overexplain himself 🌿 significant other: Elgan 🌿 gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: afab, trans man, he/him, bisexual 🌿 mental history: trauma (due to his bi+transphobic father, growing up on earth hasn't helped either) 🌿 Conall heard about the magic realms from his mother (a Linphean) a lot growing up so as soon as he finished high school on earth he went STRAIGHT to Red Fountain to train his nature related powers. He's a social butterfly and WILL take that call for you if you're too afraid to do it (yes, Elgan is very thankful for that). Also, he's Jun's roommate!

🏹 Layna (human!AU name: Layna Hall)

🏹 birthday + age: April 2nd, 24 🏹 star sign: ☼aries, ☾cancer, ↑cancer - fairy sign: Phoenix 🏹 specialty: archery (especially plasma bows) 🏹 homeplanet: Andros 🏹 mbti: INTJ 🏹 archetype: the Hero 🏹 likes: cuddles, privacy, being secure + in control of the situation, loves being a listener 🏹 dislikes: sharing (but it depends), things hindering her from achieving her goals, scared of mistakes + disappointing 🏹 significant other: Minu 🏹 gender, pronouns, sexual orientation: afab, she/they, pansexual, demiromantic 🏹 mental history: ocd 🏹 Layna grew up admiring the royalty of her planet and even as a child made a promise to herself - one day she would live to serve the royal family of Andros. Almost two decades later her dream comes true after relentless practice but falling in love with the princess was NOT her plan.

Honorable mentions!

These are side characters but still carry a significance to them that I just have to introduce those too! (these are being updated as soon as I find time to draw them all - parents, other side characters etc)

(From left to right:)

Lisa: fairy of darkness and the night - not my character but Alora's little sister (3 yrs younger). She can be a little draining for her family as her mental health hasn't been the greatest since she was a child but as she grew into a young woman, Lisa slowly starts to let go of past feelings and moves on to work on herself and her powers.

Florence: headmistress of Alfea, daughter to Faragonda and mother to Cécilia. She has inherited her mother's wise words and warmth to help her students where she can - unfortunately she cannot control her own daughter.

Queen Valam: Minu's mother and a strict queen through and through

Cyra: mermaid of volcanic rock - she and another mermaid are Minu's only friends back home in Andros

Maude: fairy of rust - after running away from home at the ripe age of 17 Treasa went to live with her best friend Maude who then became the fairy's first gf, they broke up when Treasa wanted to study at Alfea

Cherry: Jun's ex from highschool and a sweetheart, these two have no bad blood whatsoever, the breakup was mutual. After she graduated in Solaria she went to earth to start a new life

Adelaide: fairy of dreams - Alora and Lisa's mother. She's a tough woman but melts as soon as she sees her two girls. She became a professional and well loved doctor early on in her adulthood, something her husband, Johan, did not like at all. When Alora was 7 and Lisa 4 Johan started abusing Adelaide, only stopping 3 years later when Adelaide finally filed a divorce.

Ayuna: fairy of ghosts and death - she first starred in my graphic novel 'Lost Spark' as the villain but she'll be the villain throughout s3 of Glowinx! A little detail to her backstory: she used to be one of the major fairies on earth alongside Morgana, Nebula, Diana, Sybilla and Aurora - but being power hungry and having a dark, twisted power she was deemed too dangerous and powerful so she was banished from the circle and never given much attention anymore.

#winx club #winx #fairy #glowinx club #lgbt #glowinx #glowinx ocs #wattpad #ao3 #archive of our own #this took hours damn #oc intro #there might be some spoilers if you havent read glowinx yet!#oc stuff #i love playing with the barbies in my head

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 year

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Tears Will Not Wash Away Your Crimes

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Angst Characters: Michael, Luke Michael liked Luke just fine; he was the camp's big brother, after all. This muse has been flitting around my head for a while and finally decided it wanted to be made into a fic. This is an AU/contains some stealth time travel fic, and also contains major character death. And, of course, a large dose of my headcanons regarding characters and canon events.

The snap of a fallen twig breaking startled Michael into turning around, an arrow nocked on his string, only to be brought up short by a soft laugh and hands raised in surrender.

“Sorry, sorry,” Luke chuckled good-naturedly. “Didn’t mean to make you jump, Michael.” One raised hand nudged at his bow, shifting it until the point of the arrow wasn’t aimed directly at his chest. Shoulders slumping as the tension eased out of them, Michael let his bow lower, bringing it down from full draw and slipping the arrow back into his quiver.

“Do that again and you’ll get an arrow in you,” he threatened. Luke winced, no doubt remembering the several occasions he had ended up the wrong end of a released arrow – it had been a couple of years since Lee had convinced him to stop shooting people who pissed him off, but Luke had been at camp before the ceasefire.

“I’ll do my best,” the son of Hermes promised, the scar on his face crinkling with his easy-going smile, before his expression turned into something more pensive. “Look, Michael – can we talk?”

“What about?” Michael asked, confused and wracking his brain for anything that might prompt Luke seeking him out. He liked the older camper well enough, but he was Lee’s friend more than Michael’s and while Luke was perfectly friendly with him, he didn’t normally go out of his way to interact.

“It won’t take long,” Luke promised, “but I’d rather not talk about it in the open.” He inclined his head towards the treeline a little way beyond the borders of the archery range, and with a sigh Michael shouldered his bow.

“We’re not supposed to go into the woods outside of sanctioned activities,” he muttered, well aware that it was a rule he’d broken several times himself – he liked jumping through the trees, and the dryads had long since allowed him to do so as long as he didn’t damage them.

Even freshly fourteen, Michael was hardly big enough to cause damage even if he wanted to.

“Just inside the treeline,” Luke coaxed. “We won’t go deep.”

Michael huffed, but nodded and let the older boy lead the way. True to his word, they didn’t go deep, although they ended up in a thicker part nonetheless, where the trees were just a little too tightly packed for him to draw his bow with ease. Luke had a grip on his sword’s hilt, though, and with the company of the camp’s best swordsman (whatever people said about that Poseidon kid – Percy – Luke was clearly still the superior swordsman; even Michael could see that and he was near-useless with swords), the restriction on his own weapon didn’t worry him as much as it otherwise would.

“What is it?” he asked when Luke drew to a halt, leaning nonchalantly back against a tall tree. Michael mimicked him against a trunk opposite the older boy, arms crossed.

Luke hesitated. It was only a brief moment, but it was enough to tell Michael that whatever it was Luke wanted to say, it was important – and difficult. “I thought it would be Percy,” he said, running a hand through his hair. Blond strands stuck up in all directions, giving him a harried appearance. “It should have been Percy, I prepared for Percy, but…”

He spread his hands helplessly – a gesture that would have looked far more helpless if he hadn’t had his sword in one hand. It wasn’t his usual sword, Michael realised. It was two colours, bronze and what looked like steel, although what use a demigod had for steel, Michael couldn’t fathom. “This would be a lot easier if it was Percy.”

Irritation prickled up Michael’s spine.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded. “What does that guy have to do with anything – to do with me?” He’d barely even met the son of Poseidon – with Percy’s skill in swordsmanship and complete and utter lack of any archery competence at all, their paths had had little reason to cross.

Luke sighed again, and he sounded sad. His hand ran through his hair again, giving him the appearance of a blond porcupine. “I wish I didn’t have to do this,” he said, his voice breaking on the final word and going from sad to absolutely heartbroken. “You’re a good kid, Michael.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Michael demanded, an unsettling feeling enveloping him although he couldn’t tell what in particular had him on edge. “Quit with the fucking riddles, Luke.”

Luke took a deep breath that trembled like a freshly released string and pushed himself away from the tree, rocking his weight onto the balls of his feet. Michael had always know the height gap between the two of them was ridiculous, but as Luke crossed the distance between them in two dragging strides, he felt for the first time like the older boy was looming over him.

Hemming him in.

“Luke?”

His confused instincts screamed for him to arm himself, to pull his bow off his shoulder and enforce his personal space, but Michael’s back was against the tree and he didn’t have space to reach for his bow.

Above him, Luke’s forehead made contact with the bark of the tree, as one hand rested against the trunk, and Michael’s unease increased tenfold. He was trapped.

Luke closed his eyes and let out another unsteady breath. It almost sounded like he was about to cry.

Needing to get out, Michael put his hands on the older boy’s ribs and pushed, but his size worked against him and Luke barely shifted where he stood.

“It was supposed to be Percy,” he whispered, almost as if he was talking to himself rather than Michael. “I don’t want to do this.”

“Then don’t!” Michael snapped, suddenly certain that whatever this was, he didn��t want to be the subject of it. “And fucking move!” When his second shove at Luke proved just as futile as the first, he instead tried to slip around the taller boy, only for Luke to shift and block his escape. “Luke!”

“I’m so, so sorry, Michael,” Luke rasped, opening his eyes again. They glistened with unshed tears. “But he’s made it clear-”

“He?” Michael demanded, latching onto the word instantly and knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer. Luke carried on as though he hadn’t spoken.

“-that you’ll ruin everything we’re working for if you live.”

Michael went cold.

“Luke?” he asked, hating how suddenly quiet and weak his voice sounded. Luke didn’t mean- he wouldn’t- he couldn’t-

Luke snapped his fingers and something hot prickled into existence on Michael’s shoulder. The heat disappeared as quickly as it had come, but the prickling sensation continued and Michael tried to turn his head and see what Luke had done.

A strong hand grabbed his head firmly, keeping it still.

“Don’t,” Luke warned him, although his hand was trembling slightly and the tears had started to leak from his eyes. “I’m so, so, sorry, Michael,” he said again, his voice cracking every other syllable. “But you have to die.”

Heedless of the grip on his head, the bigger body all but pressing his against the bark of the tree, Michael thrashed, lunging for some sort of freedom, for the reality where Luke – Luke, the camp’s collective big brother – wasn’t saying he was going to kill him.

A sharp pain stabbed the side of his throat and he automatically grabbed for whatever had caused it, hand closing over something smooth and segmented and throwing it away. He caught sight of something small and dark skittering away in his periphery as he writhed and fought for freedom.

His bow was just as trapped as he was, but his fingers skimmed feather fletching and reminded him that he still wasn’t weaponless, could still fight back, make Luke let go-

Agony burst into existence, emitting from his neck, and his vision swam. His fingers fell limp between the wooden shafts of his arrows, unable to grasp one, let alone draw it from the quiver.

He felt his knees buckle and then gravity was taking hold, yanking him down to the forest floor with a vengeance, only for warm arms to wrap around him and lower him gently.

“I’m so sorry,” Luke whispered wetly in his ear. “I didn’t want this.”

Michael tried to fight him off but his limbs felt like lead and his head was groggy. The arms – Luke’s arms – held him close with no regard for Michael’s wishes, which were for the son of Hermes to not do this and to not fucking touch him.

“He insisted,” the older boy rasped, as though killing him – killing him, Michael realised hysterically; he was dying, chills wracking his unresponsive body – wasn’t his fault. “You’d save Olympus. A-and Olympus has to fall.”

Hair tickled his forehead, somehow sharp over the sheer agony crawling from his neck to the rest of his body, and a blur of yellow came into view.

“I thought Percy was the threat,” Luke confessed, voice barely a whisper. “I thought Percy was the one I would have to kill- he told me it would be Percy, before he changed his mind. I wish it was Percy.”

Michael’s mind had slowed to a crawl, most of Luke’s words washing over him with little awareness, but it clumsily slotted the pieces together into a horror story just as Luke’s confession reached its climax.

“I was the thief,” he said. “I- We’re going to tear Olympus down, brick by brick. The gods- they have to go, Michael. They’re cruel and heartless and don’t deserve to exist.” Another shaky breath as Michael sluggishly reeled from the words, from what they meant. “You probably won’t believe me, you Apollo kids never do, but your dad’s the worst of them all.”

Michael found himself protesting vehemently at that within what was left of his conscious mind, and Luke let out a wet chuckle as though he could read his thoughts.

“I wish you could’ve joined us,” he sobbed. “You didn’t deserve this, Michael. I’m so, so sorry.”

The arms around him tightened, constricting like a snake, and the grogginess transformed into an encroaching darkness that swallowed up what was left of Michael’s blurred vision.

“Goodbye, Michael,” passed over him like a faint whisper. “Your death won’t be in vain. I swear it on the Styx.”

The rumble of a sealed oath was the last thing he heard.

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New au?👀👀

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HI I AM GOING TO COPY-PASTE EVERYTHING I WROTE TO BELLE WHEN I FIRST GOT THIS IDEA.

So quick background, Secondhand Lions is a movie about a boy who gets sent to his filthy rich great uncles for the summer by his mother who wants him to find the money, and one of the uncles tells him a story about their history/youth and they end up bonding with him and in the end the mother does the right thing for once and lets him stay, it's a great movie that admittedly has its... moments... that definitely Date™ it but it is to this day among one of my favorite movies.

Of course this wouldn't follow that like. At all. Except maybe vaguely. Just bear with me. Below the cut bc this is LONG. Keep in mind it's from DMs so it might be a little everywhere but ya know-

so anyway. Secondhand Lions but with Mumscarian.

The past; Grian, Scar and Mumbo were a team, an Avian, an Elf and a Totally Normal Guy™️. They were involved in a lot of stuff from the time of when they were young. Grian and Mumbo were childhood friends, grew up in the same village and everything, and were teens when they got dragged into war by the Mad King's attack on their village. They got involved in the fight and ended up on an adventure across the world, where they ended up meeting Scar who was, technically, part of the Mad King's court. They got him to switch sides and together, with allies, they defeated the Mad King and continued onto adventures, getting involved in the wars and civil uprisings they came across and basically liberating people everywhere. Of course, over this time, they fell madly in love with each other.

Unfortunately, as the years pass, Scar began to notice he himself wasn't changing at all- because he was an Elf. Grian and Mumbo had grown into men well into their 20s and 30s and saying Scar looked a day over 20 would be generous; he's an Elf, and Elves live for hundreds of years. Their aging significantly slows down the older they are, and it brings Scar to realize that he is going to greatly outlive the two men he loves. And, of course, the older Grian and Mumbo look, the more side-eyeing they receive when seen with Scar- and the more hostile/distant people become, the less welcome they are. Cue a series of misunderstandings, miscommunication and feelings of "I'm holding him back" from everyone, they end up splitting up. Grian and Mumbo stick together, of course, while Scar sets off on his own.

Cut to a hundred years later, into modern times; Scar thinks Mumbo and Grian are long dead, meanwhile Mumbo's Totally Normal Guy™️ syndrome has kicked into Eldritch mode and neither he nor Grian knows what happened but they're both still alive. They don't seek Scar out as they believe he must have moved on by now, and have settled down in the middle of nowhere in an old house with more money than they know what to do with.

Tubbo is 14 years old. He's Scar's son- I haven't decided yet if he's an adopted little faun/dryad or maybe Scar's bio Elf son in this world, but he's Scar's son and is being raised by Scar alone (no other parent in the picture, either abandoned or a result of a one night stand). Tommy is his best friend, and after the death of his older brother Tommy is being raised by his late brother's best friend, Schlatt (yeep). Schlatt is sending Tommy to live with his "uncle" for the summer (Grian being Phil's great great something great uncle) in the hopes of Tommy finding where Grian and Mumbo keep their money hidden. Tommy doesn't want to go but asks Tubbo to come with him since he's not being given a choice, and hesitantly Scar gives his permission (Tubbo argues it'll be just like summer camp, it's okay!) but on the condition that Tubbo writes him once a week.

Tommy and Tubbo get there, and though Grian and Mumbo are like- 40 max (in appearance), they live basically like they did a hundred years ago; no television, no internet, no phone service. Mumbo has his redstone devices, which Tubbo is fascinated by, and Grian has his flying course, which Tommy is enthralled with (Tommy is also an Avian), to entertain themselves. They also have communicators that only work with each other (Scar has one, too, but it's been in storage for decades at this point and he wouldn't even know if they did send him a message). Grian and Mumbo have no fucking clue how to entertain children and do a lot of age-inappropriate stuff (as in giving Tommy and Tubbo crossbows and letting them run wild in a training course they have in the back field, rather than handing them starter bows with soft-tip practice arrows and strict supervision lol).

Over this visit, Mumbo begins to tell the boys a story when they catch Grian in one of his Moods™️, where he's kind of stalking around the perimeter of their home and gazing out into the distance, as if searching for something. Mumbo explains that sometimes, Grian gets antsy and becomes very aware they're missing a member of their flock. He tells the story little by little- the story of adventure and friendship and love and the cruelty of time and people, but he uses the name he used to know Scar by which Tubbo doesn't recognize. As such Tubbo doesn't think to write about it in his letters to Scar.

Tommy convinces them to start buying shit with their money and they end up buying a lot of crazy shit, including some kind of beast I'm undecided about. Not a Warden ofc bc wardens are wardens, but some kind of hostile beast that Tubbo, with his general Faeness (either faun, dryad or elf jkfdsjk), manages to tame. Ofc he writes to Scar about all of this, and honestly Scar gets a little freaked out- what kind of sane people buy a hostile creature?? (Well. He knows at least one person who would have, but… he's been dead for so long….) He starts arranging things at his Aqua Town shop to go and check in on Tubbo.

Tommy and Tubbo have grown fond of Mumbo and Grian, thinking they're weird but in an endearing sort of way. Some shit happens with some of the locals in town but Grian and Mumbo deal with it, Tommy gets a letter from Schlatt giving him instructions on what to do when he finds the money, Tubbo is having fun taking care of his new pet, and in general things begin ramping up. Mumbo reaches the end of the story, where Scar chose to leave, and Tubbo questions why they just let him walk away (not knowing this was a century ago), which is when Grian finally cuts into the story and tells the teens that he and Mumbo are older than either of their grandparents, and Scar has long since moved on and mourned them as dead. Tubbo of course argues that they should have tried anyway, because if he's been mourning them and they're still here then how is that fair, if they still love him after all this time then what if he still loves them?? (Tubbo, thinking about his own father, who sometimes hints at having something he'd loved and lost once upon a time, choices he made that he regrets, things he wishes he could take back….)

Well, Schlatt shows up when Tommy's stopped answering his letters, and he's got a Plan™️. He starts to manipulate the townspeople and spreads rumors about Mumbo and Grian, and tries to get into Tommy's head, manipulating him and Tubbo (if Tubbo is adopted, this would be the moment he'd find out Schlatt is his bio father. If Tubbo is Scar's biologically then obviously not, bc I do not want to consider Scar and Schlatt having a kid together lmaoooo-)

Tubbo is kind of overwhelmed by everything happening now, between Schlatt and discovering he's currently staying with century-old Eldritch creature(s), and of course in his distress he turns to Scar. He runs off to town, borrowing a fancy shmancy communicator/phone and calling the shop. Unfortunately, Scar has already headed out by now, so the phone is answered by Cub, Scar's "right hand man" at the shop. Cub tells Tubbo Scar is probably halfway there already and all he has to do is wait.

Now, with his father out of reach, Tubbo thinks it's time to do the next best thing; tell Grian and Mumbo about what Schlatt is doing/planning. However, Tubbo and Tommy are both notoriously bad liars and Schlatt finds out. Tommy has by this point found the money but is keeping his silence, and Schlatt realizes when Tommy talks himself in a circle that Tommy knows where it is, so Schlatt- knowing the one thing Tommy really cares about is his bestie- decides to use Tubbo against him, threatening to hurt/kill Tubbo to get Tommy to comply (and, in the meantime, stopping Tubbo from telling Mumbo and Grian, who Schlatt has absolutely NO CHANCE at beating. Well, no chance at beating Grian, at least).

Scar shows up as Tommy is leading Schlatt (and Tubbo) to the money, and obviously there's a huge "what the fuck" moment when he comes face to face with Grian and Mumbo- which is quickly overshadowed by the whole "where are the kids" situation going on. Grian and Mumbo are shocked to discover Scar is Tubbo's dad (and in typical Misunderstanding fashion, assume this means they were right that Scar moved on), but don't have time to dwell on it when Scar insists the boys are in trouble, Tubbo had written to him about some of the very concerning things Schlatt was saying/doing and he doesn't think Schlatt should be left alone with the boys.

Of course like in Secondhand Lions, Tubbo's little beast friend saves the day, attacking Schlatt and giving Tubbo and Tommy the chance to run away at the cost of its own life. They meet up with Grian, Mumbo and Scar, and Tubbo has never been so relieved to see his dad. Grian goes to find Schlatt, who is already injured, while Scar and Mumbo check over the boys. In the end, of course Schlatt is defeated and is sent off with the parting warning that if they ever see him again they will kill him, and that he's lucky the creature got to him before they did.

Mumbo questions why Tubbo never mentioned he was Scar's son, and Tubbo says he didn't think it was important- which is when he finds out Scar was the third person from that story all along

Ultimately, of course, the story ends with Tommy wanting to stay with Mumbo and Grian, and Tubbo pushing for Scar and them to talk about everything that happened in the past and what was actually going on through their heads, and what they really felt and thought about it all. There's no immediate getting back together of course, but they do talk about it and stay in contact when Scar and Tubbo return to Aqua Town.

The epilogue is like 5 years later and ofc Mumscarian is back together and Tubbo and Scar have moved in and the property is just full of increasingly ridiculous shit. Happily ever after the end.

bonus content; Ren is the great great some-odd great grandson of both the Mad King and the Red King, both corrupt monarchs that Mumscarian fought against. BDubs was the right hand of the Mad King, ofc, and is very Fae like Scar, but he moves on with Cleo- another member of the Mad King's court who's still somehow alive- and eventually Etho joins them. Martyn is, unsurprisingly, Just Some Dude descended from the Red King's right hand, and is very much in love with Ren. There might even be a bit of a reincarnation thing going on there, but hey- who knows :)

Bonus:

#ask #Secondhand... something AU #I haven't decided what mob it'll be yet rip #🍂autumn anon🍂#Long Post

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