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faith-in-dean · 6 years

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Kendricks: A Hell on Earth - Three

Summary: Due to a given promise of your parents, you were sold off to be a student at Kendricks University. Nothing seemed right, all the people were stuck up. Your professor was an asshole. An asshole that would wrap you around his finger and make your life hell.

Words: 1058

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

General Warnings: Angst, Violence, Murder, Character Death, Smut, eventual Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Manipulation, Abusive Relationship

A/N: I am dying to hear your feedback. Extra warnings for this chapter in the tags. Please check them before reading.

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“I'm sorry,” Mikayla whispered when you had joined her on your seat, looking pale.

“Not your fault… but he's so going to kill me,” you muttered, trying your best to make your situation better in paying attention and not complaining for once.

Your stomach was hurting as you waited with anxiety. No idea why you had suddenly felt this bad. Usually, you never were the type to get so anxious about something like this. Well, maybe you were this anxious because you were around serial killers.

Mr. Ketch kept addressing you directly, making a bad example out of you every so often, making you feel even more uncomfortable. He was there to get you. And you were so done.

Once the lesson was over, Mikayla had wished you good luck as you headed to Mr. Ketch, ready to follow him into his office, swallowing thickly.

“Miss Y/L/N, just what am I supposed to do with you? You do not pay attention to my classes, you speak bad about this school and me and disrespect our rules,” he said, locking the door without you noticing.

“I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to,” you muttered, barely able to face your professor.

“We both know that's not true. Well, now we have two options,” a dark grin had spread across his face, “either I hand you over to Dr. Hess and she will decide over your date which will be your death.”

“No… please no, whatever the second option is, I'll do it,” you nearly begged. As much all of this sucks, you actually didn't want to die.

“That pleases me, Miss Y/L/N. Take off your clothes,” Mr. Ketch ordered, loosening up his tie.

“W-what?” only stuttering out these words, you seemed to be able to answer.

“You've heard me. Unless you want me to tell Dr. Hess,” Ketch quirked a brow and headed towards the door.

“No... please don't,” with a quiet sigh you began to undress. You so shouldn't do this. What was he even trying to do?”

“Good girl. Now lean over that desk and spread your legs for me, hands behind your back,” his voice had deepened about a hundred times and when you would look at him, Ketch’s eyes were darkened.

You shouldn't be doing this.

But you did it nonetheless. The wood was cold against your chest and you just couldn't find a comfortable position.

“Should you be doing this?” Your voice was quiet as you got into the position he wanted, feeling him tie your wrists together.

“No one would believe a nobody like you, no one will find out. So I can do as I want to,” Ketch said before his hand landed on your ass with a hard slap, making you yelp.

“You better be quiet or your punishment will be worse,” Ketch had yanked your head back by your hair, speaking right into your ear.

“From now on, you'll do as I please, you'll listen to me and you will do anything I want, whenever I want it. If you don't, I'll hand you out to Dr. Hess,” you felt his finger press into your pussy without a warning, making you squeeze around him out of reflex.

You shouldn't be doing this.

“Not that you'll make any relationships here either way but you are not allowed to get with anyone. You and your whole body belong to me,” he had pressed his fingers deeper into you, beginning to work you open.

“This shouldn't be happening,” you whispered but felt your core becoming hotter.

He was attractive, there was no lie about it. But he was an asshole. An asshole that was now blackmailing you to his finest.

“I don't hear you telling me to stop,” Ketch muttered and you could hear his zipper opening up while his fingers still pressed into you.

He was right, you didn't tell him to stop. And you wouldn't.

He withdrew his fingers only for him to push in his cock, making you gasp.

“We shouldn't do this,” you managed to say as he filled you up.

“Shut up,” Ketch hissed, one of his hands holding onto your tied up wrists as his other hand spanked you once again before he began to thrust into you at a fast and hard pace.

You tried your best to not moan, making it seem like you didn't enjoy this whole situation when in fact, you had enjoyed it a lot.

“Pretending you don't… like this, huh? I feel your pussy drenching my cock,” Ketch managed to say between grunts. He had changed his angle, managing to push in deeper and finally drawing a moan from you.

You wanted to grip onto the table for support, needing something to balance the feeling of being penetrated.

Ketch had spanked you over and over, groaning as he began to pound into you. You couldn't hold back any moan anymore and you were sure that you couldn't hold back your orgasm any longer.

“I'm gonna cum,” you whined, pressing into him a bit more.

“Don't. Not unless I tell you to,” Ketch ordered and you just weren't exactly sure if you could handle it.

He had found your G-Spot, hitting it with each thrust, making it harder and harder to hold back your orgasm. Until you couldn't hold back anymore and squeezed him tight as you came with a loud moan.

“I've told you not to cum,” Arthur hissed and pulled you up by your hair, hand wrapping around your throat, “I'll have to teach you discipline.”

His lips grazed your ear, lightly biting it. Ketch kept you in position like this, pounding into you until he hit his own release, coming with a loud groan as he pressed you back onto the table, filling you up deeply.

As soon as he had been fully spent, he pulled out of you and left you for yourself.

“Good luck freeing yourself. I'll see you for the first fight training on time tomorrow. Or come late and face your punishment,” Arthur said, adjusting himself before he left you tied up and naked in his office.

You were screwed and that not only because your professor has found his way to blackmail you for sex but also because you found it surprisingly hot. And that was wrong in every way.

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always-and-forever-indeed · 5 years

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Arthur Ketch x Reader Oneshot

Hi, so I’m back and I tried myself on a oneshot. It’s a KetchxReader. I honestly just sat down and wrote an idea out that I had in my head. It’s not following the spn story line. I would appreciate some feedback because it would help me improve my writing. I don’t own any of the characters.

Characters: Arthur Ketch, Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester

Warning: Angst(?), break-up

Words total: 1411 words

“Do you remember when we took that trip to the beach? I remember it as clear as it was yesterday because it was the day you told me that you would never leave me.”

We had just finished a hunt in Florida, and I was able to convince him into going to the beach and watching the sunset. I love taking a moment to breathe after a hunt just to remind myself that I am still alive. At first Ketch was complaining of course. He was always so focused on doing his job but after watching me closely for a few moments he gave in. I don’t know what it was, but I could see his eyes soften. Arthur even gave me a little smile when he agreed. I was so happy that I simply hugged him. He seemed surprised about it, but I guess we were both as surprised as he hugged back.

We got into his Bentley and drove to the closest beach. I simply sat down in the sand while Ketch started rambling about his suit getting dirty. I honestly didn’t pay much attention to him. I enjoyed the sand underneath me and the wind that was softly blowing through my hair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I love the smell of the sand and ocean. It gave me peace. As I opened my eyes, I saw that Ketch was sitting next to me. He had stopped talking and was watching me closely as if he was trying to figure me out.

“Why?” he asked. “Why what?” I responded confused. “Why haven’t you left me yet? Why aren’t you scared of me? Why don’t you hate me like the Winchesters do?”. I was surprised by his questions. “Should I be scared of you? Arthur, yes you have done some bad things in the past, but you changed. I can see it. I remember when we first used to hunt. Your whole demeanour was different. Now, you are more kind, you are trying to be a better person and I can see that. Yes, Sam and Dean might have a grudge against you, but can you blame them? After what you did? Not that I judge you, but I believe in second chances and you haven’t given me a reason to mistrust you” I answered. Ketch looked shocked by my answer. He adjusted the cuff links of his suit, a habit which I noticed he was doing when he was insecure. “I don’t deserve you. You are everything I’m not. But still I can’t get you out of my head. I want to change, I don’t want to be this cold-hearted monster because I want to be with you. You had me intrigued the first second I laid my eyes on you. You ...” Ketch rambled on.

“Arthur” I interrupted him. He looked as me, scared about what I would say next. I studied his face. Arthur was pouring his heart out, what he had never done before. Ketch looked completely broken. I took his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was everything I wasn’t expecting. It was full of passion. Arthur moved his lips softly against mine.

That night we slept together for the first time. It was the start of our relationship or at least that’s what I thought…

Now I’m sitting here in my room in the bunker, in one of his shirts and I’m crying again. I thought by now my eyes would be completely drained. You don’t even deserve my tears but still I can’t help it. That night at the beach was a month ago. I was happy and I thought he was too. I thought I knew him but apparently, I didn’t. Two weeks after the beach Arthur turned into his old self. He became cold and distant and I don’t even know why. I tried for another week but then I had to face reality. Arthur never really loved me. He just played with me.

One day I confronted him in the library and tried to get some answers. He just looked at me with his emotionless eyes. “You’re right. I never loved you. It was all for fun but then you had to turn it into something serious. Love, you should know that that’s not who I am. But I guess that’s your personality. Your kindness will kill you someday” Ketch shrugged it off. I wanted to punch him so bad in that moment. I was balling my fists. Of course, he noticed it and just smirked. “You can punch me if it makes you feel better, but it won’t change anything” he said. “How…How can you be like this? I thought you changed. I believed you, trusted you! You really are a cold-hearted monster. Just so you know, you will regret this, but I don’t care. If ever see you again… I will kill you so stay away from me Ketch!” I screamed at him with tears in my eyes. I turned around to walk to my room. I didn’t care if Sam or Dean heard us. But also, I didn’t see a heartbroken Ketch as soon as I left the room.

*Ketch POV*

It hurt me so bad to see her break down in front of me. But it’s for the best. I’m no good for her. I’m doing this to protect her. Or that’s what I’m telling myself. I had to keep my cold emotionless face on so that she understood that I was serious. “… I will kill you so stay away from me Ketch!” she screamed at me. She turned around and left the library. And I just let her walk away even though it hurt more than any other torture I had suffered before.

“Give me one good reason not to kill you right now” I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around to face an angry Dean Winchester. “You have every right to, honestly, but it had to be done” I answered him. He glared at me. “You had to break her heart? Oh no, you son of a bitch. She’s a good person and she deserves the world. You don’t get to swoon in and hurt her.” I can understand him. Y/N is like a sister to the Winchesters and I hurt her, badly. “Well, I guess you heard her, I’m going to leave because otherwise she will kill me herself. Now if you excuse me Winchester, I have to go drown my sorrows in the next pub” with that I made my way toward the staircase.

“If you love her why did you do this to her?” I heard Dean ask me. I turned around to face the older Winchester. “I’m no good for anyone especially since the British men of Letters found me here in America. They want me dead and if they find out about her… I can’t risk it Dean. I love her too much to sign her death sentence so even though I love her… I have to let her go.” Dean looked shocked by my explanation. “So, if you excuse me, I have to leave the country and get as far away from her as possible” I said while making my way to the door, “Oh and Dean, I would appreciate it if this would stay between the two of us. I don’t want her looking for me” with that I walked out the door with the intention of never coming back.

3 Months later…

*Y/N POV*

“Do you remember when we took that trip to the beach? I remember it as clear as it was yesterday because it was the day you told me that you would never leave me.”

I sent the message to the number that was still saved as Arthur Ketch in my phone. I never expected an answer. I knew better than to think that Ketch kept the same number. I didn’t get my hopes up, so I put my phone down and got back to researching for the case that I was working. It was in the middle of the night when I heard the notification sound of my phone. I fell asleep on the book that I was reading so I picked up my phone, probably just Dean asking me to come back to the bunker.

“I always will, Love. “

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emily-the-fae · 3 years

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Every Day is a Lullaby

A oneshot. This honestly came to my mind yesterday night, I do not know how well the idea turned out to be.

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x OC

Warnings:probably language, blood, injury, background character death, brief mentions of sex, angst mith mix of fluff

Rated: T

Mr Ketch has many sides, likable and repulsing - but which one of his faces is truly his is sometimes an uncertainty even for him.

Harper reflects on the changes on their relationship as they get out of a hunt gone wrong. While Ketch reconsiders some of his past choices... And reasons why he is still alive.

If he's a serial killer

Then what's the worst

That can happen to a girl

Who's already hurt

I'm already hurt

The first time Harper met him was a coincidence. It was long before the whole nephilim thing, long before she found out what kind of man he was, what kind of hunter he was. Yet even back then in the span of their first couple of meetings she felt he was no good.

A stupid hunting coincidence.

Harper was not used to hunting alone. She did that to herself - separated herself from the Winchesters. However much she loved Sam and Dean, she could not bear continuously being around them, not after everything that happened. Not after Charlie. Because no matter what Dean said or how Sam reassured her - it was her fault. Charlie was a great friend. Charlie had the brightest soul. Harper was late to help her and now Charlie was no more. It was all Harper's fault.

Driving away and going head first into hunting was the outmost Winchester way of dealing with the guilt and grief. Hunting alone while slowly coming out of her lowest phase - those were the circumstances under which Harper met Arthur Ketch.

The first time it happened it was a coincidence - two hunters choosing the same target is not uncommon. Harper was already on spot and all in the fight when he arrived. "Are you insane going into a whole vampire nest alone?" - those were the first words she ever heard from him. She might have been slightly insane, but he sure was a damn psycho. To be honest if not for him she would have probably ended up dead or turned in that vampire nest that night. Harper hates being honest about it.

The second coincidence happened just a few days after the first one - she would later on doubt if it was a coincidence at all. Perhaps it was. Harper would never really know - what she did know though was that he still had a small scar left above his left eyebrow - a mark of where she hit him with the grip of her gun, thinking it was the witch that was creeping up to her and absolutely not expecting to hear a male voice swearing after her blow. Arthur had not known her for 24 hours in sum and they were already making a scene after a hunt - Harper almost pitied she had not knocked him out straight away.

What happened on the next day? He caught her in the town and suggested to team up to avoid "future confusions". Rule number one how to become friends with Arthur Ketch: hit him in the face. Harper wasn't going to become friends with him - with any hunters for that matter - but fate seldom cared what Harper was going to do anyways.

Harper definitely lied to herself when she said that they were going to be only friends or that she was going to hate him after all the British Men of Letters invasion story. She didn't. Not with the way they met in the first place: him ripping her out of the claws of the angry remnants of the vampire pack - slightly concerned greyish blue eyes and a British accent was what greeted her at dawn that day, even though mid in fight she had accepted she would not see the sun again. It seemed symbolic how he saved her from giving up, from herself. And certainly not after the way their relationship went from mutual curiosity to blind semi-professional trust. Harper did not need a "friend" to console her: if she had wanted that she would have stayed around Sam - she needed someone unfeeling but understanding enough to see through her and consciously let it be.

She remembered it clearly - three hunts into their relationship - a month after their first encounter - they were sharing a hotel room. Two beds, late night after a hunt, she lied on her side and quietly cried. It was a demon hunt. The memories were too much. Arthur came into view and stared at her for a couple of moments before walking to his own bed.

- I'd say you can talk about it when you want to, but I doubt you will ever feel the necessity, - a brief caress of his hand against her shoulder. He did not try to relieve her, he allowed her to get to her own way of coping. For that Harper was grateful more than ever. - We all have skeletons in our closets, it's the downturn of the job.

Oh, dear Arthur, we are both now aware you knew far too well what you were talking about. Harper doubted any hunter had a closet cemetery as large as Ketch's.

Yet... Even after that - the awkward reuniting with the Winchesters, being pulled away from him as she came back to her old friends and witnessing, luckily from a safe distance, how the man she grew to trust without actually knowing him, uncovered darker and darker sides of his personality. What was worst - after she refused to join the BMoL, he would continue to sometimes keep her hunting company, going on like nothing happened. Like nothing changed. Why worst? It let the image of the heartless killer that she should have seen before her now connect and combine with the image of the man who would patch her up on her darkest nights and put a firm hand on her shoulder when Harper was too deep in memory to restrain herself. His presence around her became a reassurance in itself - because he did not have to know to understand. And because he simply had not been there - looking into his eyes Harper wouldn't get reminded of the times when everything was still right, wouldn't get reminded of that one time everything went very wrong. Probably those were the main qualities that helped him win a spot in her heart. Those and his unending casual flirting.

And now? After everything was over, after his very dark side was revealed, the confessions were made and the redemption was played, what did she think of him? The hunter, turned out just a very well trained assassin - he had served the British Men of Letters, he had served Asmodeus - now here he was separated from any commanding he ever had, living a hunting life of his own and sometimes collaborating with the Winchesters. Therewere many dark moments forgotten for the sake of peace. Many more had yet to come up - judging by how Ketch treated his own history and interests of others.

" - I wonder where Mick went, he was always so nice... Nicer than you, anyways. Pity he went away all of a sudden, - Harper mentioned once after a hunt.

- He did not go anywhere. I shot him in the head just like Hess ordered, - Ketch seemed calm and cold as steel. " Sometimes Harper thought that leaving BMoL would change him, but moments like that she realized how slowly the changes - if any - would have to occur. That night she simply walked away, not saying another word.

If anyone ever asked Harper how Arthur's spot in her heart had shifted after all the mess he had caused? She would say that he never even had one... And think that truth to be told there was no flame hot enough to burn him out of her chest - his name carved on her ribs would have been easier to get rid of than the bittersweet affection she harboured for the moral wreck of a man named Arthur Ketch.

If he's as bad as they say

Then I guess I'm cursed

Looking into his eyes

I think he's already hurt

He's already hurt

Despite that Harper never dared pursue a relationship. Why? She was very sure with people like Ketch the only right strategy was not to expect them to be capable of attachment. The flirting, the sweet promising looks he would give her after a well-accomplished hunt... Harper would dream of believing them to be genuine. She was very well aware thinking him in any way genuine was a risk she was not ready to take. She knew Ketch would not mind letting that affair happen - he made that quite clear. She also knew it would mean absolutely nothing to him apart from some company and a warm body in his bed. Arthur Ketch was cold, unemotional and taught himself well not to get attached to anyone - and even if that was not true, he tried his damn best to make it seem so.

Harper sometimes hoped she saw it in his eyes: a silent "please keep safe" when they would part after a hunt, a sparking "I missed you" when they would meet once again. Arthur sometimes hoped she would see it too - very deep in his soul, deeper than he would ever be able to admit even to himself.

In other words, the outcome of the new hunt would have presented itself sooner or later anyways. They were actually quite lucky to have it present itself the way it did.

The werewolf did not seem such a hard target - away from bigger packs, alone terrorizing the neighborhood - just because he could. Problem and solution crystal clear - a hunt where one clearly sees the root of evil is a blessing for a hunter that's used to all the versions of heartbreaking stories. What Harper did not so clearly see was the gun in their opponent's hands. To be more precise: she did see it, but a little too late.

Two gunshots rang at the same time: her silver bullet hitting right into the monster's heart and his normal one - ... Ketch fell against the wall, sliding down to the floor: his left shoulder bled, the bulletproof vest, even though being pierced in the thinner area, had preserved him from being too deeply injured - but not kept completely safe from wounding.

Several seconds of silence - making sure the werewolf is not a threat anymore - realisation and fear finally hitting Harper.

- Ketch?... Ketch?!... Arthur! - the hunter was too disoriented to answer and his silence was taken as a bad sign. - Oh Lord, Arthur, no! - gone are the self-restraint and professional coldness: the moment she sees blood on his chest, she rushes to his side, forgetting about everything else in the world. She needs to make sure he will be fine. He has to be. - Arthur, please, don't die on me! Arthur! - she calls for his attention, the hunter slowly regaining his senses.

For a moment there he believes he hears Tony. This reminds him of some of his unlucky hunts from the years before, though back then he had certainly had it worse. Besides this definitely was not Tony.

Tony would have said "Ketch's down" and carry on with the hunt, eyes on the target, and when the deed was done she would pass him with a short "How is it?" - more out of politeness than genuine caring. That was exactly what she did the only two times he had been seriously injured infront of her.

- Ketch, answer me right this instant, don't you dare fading out! - panic in her voice, genuine. The idea of someone caring as much as to panic at the thought of his death seems too good to be true - for him at least. Arthur feels hands investigating his chest, checking for the wound: cold thin fingers running over his blood-covered skin. Not Tony - Harper.

- I'll live, darling, it's nothing too serious, - attempting to sound confident, but his voice is rasp. It's nothing serious, but it hurt nonetheless: the blow on the shoulder was much harder than anticipated and the bleeding needed to be stopped.

Harper looks into the light blue, borderline grey eyes - he is staring up at her, his gaze unguarded only for a moment that lets her see the uncommon softness and hope in his expression - just for a moment - she believes the things she guessed about him were true, she believes the pain visible in his eyes is true, only by accident revealed to her. The state lasts only a couple of moments - but even that is more than enough for his visible emotions to imprint into her mind.

Arthur Ketch was able to feel. Arthur Ketch could be in pain. Arthur Ketch was capable of needing help.

I said "Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi"

Sitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat ooh-ooh

I just wanna dance with you

Hollywood and Vine, Black Rabbit in the alley

I just wanna hold you tight down the avenue ooh

I just wanna dance with you

It was a wonder that the hotel clerk did not stop them on their way - Ketch looked positively dying - Harper was quite sure there was no legal thing that could have happened to him that would have explained this appearance. This was the reason normal hunters chose motels: less suspicion. Harper briefly wondered where he got the money to maintain his former lifestyle, since he was stripped of the BMoL funding, but she guessed there were other sources on his side and he was just too stubborn to change his ways.

When they stumbled into his hotel room, Arthur made a move to drop himself on the bed, but Harper grabbed him by the collar swiftly, dragging him away in the other direction.

- Ketch don't you dare stain the sheets, they'll report us, - she mumbled, pushing him to enter the bathroom and dropping him to sit on the edge of the tub.

He would have laughed if the sudden movement had not caused sharp pain to shoot through his damaged shoulder, making him wince. Alexandra. He had wondered for so long whom Harper reminded him of and out of all moments they shared it was this that made him realise. The memory reappeared in his mind so vividly now.

"Artie, no! Don't go to your room, you'll stain your carpet! Mum will kill us!" - and the older girl held him under his arms, guiding him to the kitchen.

He still remembered it: the years before school, before Kendricks, him and his sister mostly alone in the house with parents constantly away. Alexandra had brought him up before Kendricks had. Alexandra had a lovely voice, she would read him bedtime stories, she would sing to him, she was kind and caring - probably the only human being in his life that ever seemed to care. When he went to Kendricks was the last time he had ever seen her... Well, alive. Alexandra was kind and caring - and that was probably the reason why she had not made it through the training. In fact her death might have been the only reason why he survived and made it to the top - having no one care about you has a benefit: you don't have to care about anyone too.

After his sister's funeral life had never felt the same and Arthur had been quite certain before that it was for the better. Now, watching Harper rush about, trying to find the medical kit to help him, he thought that he had been terribly wrong all the damn time.

How long has she known him? A couple of years, not more, but the relationship between them reached beyond the borders of friendship or companionship. That little american hunter - the first time he saw her he thought she was suicidal, the second one - bold and full of sass. The following months proved her well capable of combining both while turning out to be so much more, one of which being: to be able to love Arthur Ketch. Of course he knew she loved him - this was among those traits in her that he openly treated with polite contempt and deep down envied more than anything.

He watched Harper come to his side, sliding his hunting gear off his shoulders - her movements so gentle, her eyes filled with worry and guilt.

- I'm so sorry Arthur, I should have... - you're always sorry. You always think it is your fault and none else's. This was most probably the main reason why it was so easy for him to openly reject her feeling: they both knew she loved him, they both knew he saw it, he toyed with her so many times, being suggestive, flirting. "As long as I enjoy the physical aspects of having an affair, the emotional attachment that other people believe necessary to form is rather pathetic" - he told her once. He actually said that, those were his words. I would like to fuck you as long as you shut your disgustingly human little heart. She stared at him for a moment, her beautiful face almost successfully hiding the hurt - then turned away silently, shrugging her shoulders. He was being a jerk. Harper never stopped him from that, Harper seemed to take it all in and believe he was right, believe that her feeling for him was utterly pathetic. That it was her fault.

- It was no one's mistake, love, it was an unlucky accident. Besides it didn't turn out that awful, - he trailed off. She was cleaning his skin over the wound now, preparing to apply stitches. Arthur could sense a little shudder in her at the word "love". He was so used to saying it that he forgot about all the connotations it held. Lord, was he bad at this.

Harper continued her work silently. She felt him studying her face and prayed to be finished as quick as possible - she did not need another heartbreaking hope and she had already made the mistake of looking into his eyes that night. When the last stitch was done, she turned away to put the materials aside and sensed him straighten up behind her back - Harper felt he wanted to say something else, but she could not give him that opportunity. She almost thought he would die that night - seeing him on the floor made her blood run cold - she did not need any more pain to add to the aftermath of the shock.

- I'm going to my room, but please call me if you feel worse during the night, - she spoke, not turning to face him, ready to walk out of the bathroom. Harper felt his hand grab her wrist in a rushed movement and turned abruptly only to see him staring back at her with unguarded softness in his eyes. The only time she remembered Arthur look at her like that was when she twisted an ankle during the hunt all due to his mistake. It scared her a little to see that expression on him.

- Why won't you just stay to keep an eye on me? - his voice low, with an undertone she so often heard when he flirted with her.

- You're a big boy, Ketch, we both know that even stitching you up was superfluous, you can perfectly well tend to yourself, - a smile. Harper tried to brush it off jokingly, ready to make her leave, but his grasp on her wrist only grew stronger.

- Stay. At least for this night. Please, - the smile disappeared from her face. He sounded wounded, he sounded like he really pleaded. Harper broke away from his grasp, taking a step back.

- You don't need a... - she shook her head.

- But I do, - he stood up, taking a step towards her, not letting her increase the distance between them. His fingers came up to caress her cheek gently. - Harper, stay, - she shut her eyes, standing still and quiet for a couple of seconds, seemingly fighting back emotions.

- You don't mean this, - she said, looking up at him sharply and confidently, but in a moment, failing to restrain herself, she continues more quietly and softly. - Why do you have to be so cruel to me? - he could see tears brimming in her eyes.

They stood frozen in front of each other, her face so close to his, her eyes watering - not because of this particular evening, but because of all those times before he had behaved in similar nature. It was the first time she had so directly addressed the issue of her feelings for him. "Why do you have to be so cruel to me?" She seemed to be waiting for an actual answer. Why was she always so kind to him? Like he was normal, like he didn't hurt her? Arthur leaned down, his hand still cupping her cheek, his lips touching hers gently and firmly.

Harper closed her eyes - not as a girl would do in a pretty romantic movie - she shut her eyes, pressing her eyelids together, holding her breath, shuddering. A single tear ran down her cheek.

When they parted, though his face still stayed just a few centimeters away from hers, Harper opened her eyes again, her breath shaking.

- Arthur...

His free hand circled her waist, pulling her closer to him, as his fingers slid away from her cheek, moving behind her head, running through her hair. Arthur leaned close to her ear, his breath ghosting over her neck.

- Because I hate how you make me feel like I can still have a life, like not everything is lost. I hate how you make me feel worth being cared about and able to care. I hate how you make me feel, - he said that rushed and quiet. Pressing his front to the side of her head, breathing deeply.

- And what if you are lying? What if this all is for the sake of one night? I'm tired of guessing if you have a soul or not, Arthur, I'm too worn out, - she wispered after some time, leaning her forehead into his uninjured shoulder.

- Then trust me this one time. I promise. Please.

- Why?

- Because I need you. I need you to feel alive.

Arthur felt her let out a deep breath, her petite form pressing itself to his, her arms sliding behind his back to hold him close. She raised her head, freezing for a moment before their eyes met, then leaning up - their lips meeting now less gingerly than the first time.

- Does that mean you'll stay?

- You're such an asshole, Ketch...

- I know.

Harper hid her face in his chest, sobbing quietly, her form shacking, worn out both physically and emotionally. Arthur kissed her temple softly, caressing her back, for once feeling like he did everything right. For once feeling like they had a chance.

Happiness is a butterfly

Try to catch it like every night

It's escaping from me into moonlight

#supernatural #spn fanfiction #arthur ketch x oc #this is written half at night and half on school breaks please don't judge me #i havenot revisited this fandom in such a long time #arthur ketch x reader #arthur ketch #sam winchester #dean winchester #british men of letters #angst #happiness is a butterfly #lana del rey #oneshot #songfic

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Tell the Winchesters

A/N: Hi! I’m back again with another drabble... thing? Maybe one shot? Is it even long enough to be one? This takes place in the episode “The British Invasion” near the end. It might be a little angsty, but I don’t think it's too bad ;). Please, leave feedback, and let me know what I need to work on! Thanks for reading!

All of the original work from the writers of the show and script ARE NOT MINE, NOR AM I CLAIMING THEM TO BE. The original work that is mine is the character I create and put into the Supernatural world.

Title: Tell the Winchesters

Pairings: mentioned sister!winchester x dean and sam, Mick x friend!reader

Warnings: I think there is one swear word. Canontyplical SPN warnings.

Words: 968 (isn’t that the same amount of my last one?)

Fic below the cut!

You and Mick entered the room, confused as to why Ketch called you both in.

Just like your brothers, you knew that the Brits were a piece of ‘crumpled cake’. In other words, they sucked.

That didn’t stop you and Mick from becoming close, though. And it sure as hell didn’t stop you from hating Mr. Ketch with a seething passion.

“Why’d you call me here?” Mick’s words were laced in confusion.

With the expression of a ‘hundred-year-old skeleton, Ketch replied. “I didn’t,” both you and Mick were confused, but not for long, “...she did.”

A snake of a woman who called herself Dr. Hess stalked into the room. You stared at her, and she stared back. It felt like a lifetime when she finally tore her wretched gaze from you to Mick.

Even before you both got to ‘HQ’, you had a bad feeling. Now, that feeling was tripled.

“Mr. Davies.” Her tone dripped with poised venom.

Mick looked stunned. “Dr. Hess. I didn’t think you left London,” a slight quiver of fear rang in his voice, but you were the only one who caught it. Or so, you’d like to think you were.

“I don’t. But I have been commanded by the other elders to fix this… rapidly deteriorating situation.”

“Ma’am, please. I-”

“Are you about to tell me that you are ‘doing the best you can'. Because, according to your report, you let a Prince of Hell and the woman who is carrying Lucifer’s child escape, and an American Hunter, who killed one of my best men, was sent on her merry little way, alive.”

“If I might,” Mick was pleading. He knew what was going to happen.

“These…” Dr. Hess looked at you in disgust, “...hunters are out of control. The Winchester brothers and their little thing that they call a sister, in particular. Which Lady Bevell has documented.”

At her words, you felt the rage build up. Mick tried to talk again, but you interrupted this time.

“Excuse me, Dr. Hess, I am that ‘little thing’ that my brothers, the Winchesters, call a sister, and that ‘little thing’ isn’t liking your attitude-”

“Oh, please do shut up. No one cares,” she looked you up and down before settling her eyes back to Mick, “... you’re irrelevant.”

You started to talk again, but Mick stopped you. He gave you a desperate look because he knew what they’d do, and what they are capable of. You obeyed.

“Ma’am, if you could just… listen.”

“To what? More excuses?” she paused, before continuing, “No. I don’t think I will. Hunters are dogs, Mr. Davies. You give them an order, and they obey. That is how it works. So tell me, do they? Do they obey you?”

Mick looked to Ketch in an attempt to get backup from the same side, but his expression held no emotions.

‘That bastard,’ you thought.

After not getting a response to her seemingly stated question, she replied, “No, of course not. So… This Eileen lady will be found and killed in accordance with the Code.” she added extra emphasis on the last word. “And as for the Winchesters, like any other rebellious hunter, they will be investigated. And, if found guilty, executed.”

You looked at her in disbelief. Sure, you knew she was a bitch from when she first walked in, but this? She was talking about investigating and killing your brothers, while you stood right there.

“You do know that I’m standing right here, right?”

She flicked her eyes at you again for only a brief moment. “Hmm. Yes. I am aware.”

You again looked on in confusion.

Mick continued with an observance to her statement. “If they are found guilty? Aren’t hunters always found guilty?”

“Be careful, Mr. Davies,” Dr. Hess warned.

With that, Mick was done. “No. My entire life with the Men of Letters, I never broke a rule. And yes, at first I was shocked at how Sam and Dean operate. But what Lady Bevell doesn't mention is the lives they've saved, monsters destroyed, and outcomes made better not because of the Code, but because of Sam and Dean Winchester's sense of what's right.”

You looked on at Mick in amazement. He was speaking his mind, and he was letting himself run free.

“And that is the crux of the matter. The Code is not a suggestion. It's an absolute. The Code is what separates us from the monsters. It is the order by which we all live.” Mick shook his head and scoffed in disbelief. You admired him.

“No, the Code is what makes a young boy kill his best friend,” your admiration changed to puzzled. He’d never told you… “When I was a child, I had nothing. I owed you everything, and I obeyed. But I’m a man now, Dr… Hess…”

You looked over at her and noticed that Ketch was suddenly gone. A slight nod of her head was all it took for you to confirm that something was not right. But, before you even had the time to react, the silencer of a handgun was heard to your left, and you watched Mick’s body slump over the table.

“What the hell? Why did you do that? What is wrong with-”

Ketch looked up at Dr. Hess when he was done. A slight waver in his expressionless face would have been seen if someone were to look very closely, but no one was willing to. At least, no one who stood in the room.

“Good work Mr. Ketch. Now, take care of the bodies. I’m getting out of this cesspool of incompetence.”

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67midnightwriter · 5 years

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Happy Birthday Ketch

It’s this guys 45th!!

(Every year Ketch. Every year. 😘)

We’re celebrating here in 67midnightwriter land with Ketch headcannons all day long

(For you? Most definitely)

Later on tonight I’ll be posting a fun little edit I’ve been working on and a nice celebratory oneshot 🥳

Let’s get this ball rolling!

And please ignore Mr. Grouch. He’s an asshole 🤷🏼‍♀️

#happy birthday ketch #ketch #arthur ketch #supernatural

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seenashwrite · 7 years

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The Nail: June 2017

The Nail isn't about perfection. It isn't about award-level contenders. It's about seeing focus and effort and hard work radiate off of the screen.

The Nail's purpose isn't to highlight genres of fics or specific ships written during a certain time frame - the sole focus is quality.

Character dimension. Writing with clever readers in mind. Solid world-building. Tension through boundaries. Crazy crisp dialogue. Incredibly tight plotting. Big emotion.

And though yours truly - nice to meet you, new folks, I’m Nash! - is editor of the list, the goal is for YOU to curate the content.

Read more about how all this came to be, find past editions, see what factors are considered when constructing the list, and learn how to get your recommendations in HERE.

Now - on to the stories!

For your reblogging convenience, here’s The Nail Master Post of Editions!

* ~ * ALL FROM THE WORLD OF "SUPERNATURAL" UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED * ~ *

Stand-a-lone stories with moderate-to-heavy sexual content will have 😳 beside them; series with such must have this either clearly noted in the overall info and/or clearly note it in the chapters/parts which contain such, so you'll need to check those on your own.

SPEED READS [from scene do-overs to gif-inspired one-shots to dripping drabbles, all less than 500 words]

These won't be reviewed separately in Nash's usual three-point manner à la #Nash Gives [Feed]back due to their length, excepting those cases where the author pulled off a fleshed-out plot/character or had a unique take that was well-covered in the short amount of space. If there is no title provided by the author, Nash/the curator will pick one for them.

A HORRIFYING CONCEPT - @ozonecologne

A visitor to the bunker offers Dean a chance for closure that empty bottles can't provide.

MAKING IT WEIRD - @helvonasche

This is the tale of that time Cas discovered porn, and with your help, he’s actually going to get some answers this time around.

12x21: A SCENE RE-WRITE - @prettymessedupsituation

In script format, a better way of handling an incident that hit a sour note in the fandom is proposed that is logical, loving, and legitimately canon-worthy.

HOW THAT 'DUE DATE' TALK SHOULD'VE GONE - @tippitv

Dean and Sam discuss what just might be panning out to be more pattern than coincidence... after twelve years.

CLEAN-UP CREW - @senselesssamii

We all need help cleaning sometimes, that’s the simple truth. And some of us will need, shall we say, more specialized cleaners than others - get ready to giggle through the gross.

POEMS & POETICAL PROSE [mostly quick reads, these are actual poems of any structure/length, as well as short prose that sings like a songbird]

These also won't be reviewed separately in Nash's usual three-point manner à la #Nash Gives [Feed]back due to the typically short lengths & structure. An excerpted line is used in lieu of summary. If there is no title provided by the author, Nash/the curator will pick one for them.

WHAT IF - @saminzat

"Because once you’ve crossed the event horizon there is no going back."

MAMA TRIED - @ariannnawinchester

“Dean is the boy your Mama warns you about.”

AN ANGEL'S PROMISE - @webcricket

"I promised you forever, and forever doesn’t end."

THE VALIANT - @littlegreenplasticsoldier

"A valiant brother took the weight, the fall; The valiant’s brother took a throne, and guilt.”

* Nominated by @butiaintgonnaloveem, who said: “A poem from Dean's point of view that made my heart ache for him, from the way the guilt settles deep within him and how he contemplates his situation."

CASTIEL'S FALL - @vintagesam

"I fell at 60 miles per hour, on a back road in the middle of nowhere."

ON THE SHORT SIDE [500-ish to 1.5K]

STRATEGIC MOTHERING - @butiaintgonnaloveem

A look at how Mary Winchester, in the words of the author, "deal[s] with trying to control her hunter’s instincts while living the civilian life", and the pros-and-cons that come along with them.

BREATH(E) - @withthedemonblood

A well-written, thoughtfully played-out vignette on brotherly bonds that captures both sides of a stressful situation.

SO WHAT - YOU LIKE HIM BETTER, OR SOMETHING? - @atwistoffate

It's a simple question, and it should be a simple answer, but when dealing with the Winchesters - can it ever be?

FOR CAS - @jhoomwrites / @casbakespie

A stunning coda to the season twelve finale, looking into a focused, driven, yet serene Dean’s response after he rose from his knees.

THE LITTLE THINGS - @melissaj616

A nice little piece showcasing Dean's observations of a hunter colleague who could be more, but there's no rush on either of their parts.

GOOD BOYS - @defilerwyrm

A poignant look into an alternative history wherein John Winchester chooses to allow Dean and Sam to be adopted into a nurturing home, far from the supernatural - to say more would spoil, though rest assured: the ending will take your breath away.

MIDDLE-OF-THE-ROAD [around 1.5K - 2K]

SPRING BREAK - @winchester-family-business

Fun, witty, easy read of a story about that time the Winchesters showed up on the author's doorstep... and proceeded to drag her along for a helluva ride.

SHOCK HORROR - @lipstickandwhiskey

After Dean is dealt a blow by a witch on a case, his closest friend offers support and stays by his side, carefully navigating over, around, and through the initial stages of shock.

HALLOWEEN HIJINKS - @roxy-davenport

This is a tale of what it's like for Crowley to date a younger [and in a centuries-year-old demon's case - *much* younger] woman, one who still gets excited for the supernatural crowd's least favorite holiday: Halloween.

LONGER [2K to 3K-ish]

IMPERFECT - @zepppie

Lives weave together, then pull apart, happens every day - this is the story of a hunter looking back on the portion of her life spent with Dean, told with such fluidity your heart will be ached and be soothed, all at the same time.

DEEP DIVES [3K and beyond, including completed multi-parters with lengthy chapters]

😳 NOT EMPTY NOW - @sp-oops

This is a heart-grabber, one that will make you think and laugh and sigh, the story of the evolving dynamic between a hunter and an archangel, featuring a pristinely characterized Gabriel from beginning to end - and it's a damn fine ending.

😳 5, 6, GRAB YOUR CRUCIFIX - @butiaintgonnaloveem

A story rife with sexual tension built around a bartender's most recent entanglement with Dean - now with his inner demon in full effect - written with a slow build that doesn’t limit its evocative nature to just the bedroom.

A HAUNTED LIFE - @idontneedasymbol

Deferring to the author's on-point, pitch-perfect summation: "Some hauntings require salt and fire. Others aren't that easy. Dean runs into someone he knows, and Sam tries to make things right." What I call in my own works a "Behind-the-scenes canon compliant", this is a piece that fits that bill, as it rings absolutely true/plausible, and all characterizations feel real/accurate.

A LESSON IN INTERNATIONAL ETIQUETTE [Part Two] - @imagines-oneshots-blog

A certain Mr. Ketch may very well have met his match in an experienced, no-nonsense hunter who can go toe-to-toe with him, be it in attitude, in wit - or in killing.

SERIES SPOTLIGHT : SUPERNATURAL & SPN CROSS-OVERS [works that are ongoing series with at least 3 parts already published / completed series]

Due to time constraints, series are not read in full. They are given a cursory once-over for the quality basics, most importantly that the author has put maximum effort into world-building.

The first chapter / first handful of chapters / first third of the first chapter - depending on length - are read to ensure there are no gross grammar / spelling errors, as well as ensuring the story's premise is made clear.

Thorough summations of the overall series, brief summaries of each individual chapter, and master indexes are highly preferred. Descriptors below are taken directly from the author/the story, edited only for length/clarity if needed. Same applies to series from other fandoms featured on the list.

THE PERFECT CRIME - @mysaintsasinner

"Another storm is on the horizon, a war unlike any New York has seen before, and [Detective Sam Winchester] is about to find himself smack bang in the middle of it. Secrets will be revealed, bonds will be tested, and the perfect image Sam held of his parents will be distorted forever."

HUNTERS ON THE HELLMOUTH - @whatdoyouthinkmyjobis

[Supernatural + Buffy the Vampire Slayer]

"After a last-minute rescue from the clutches of Lucifer lands them in Sunnydale, California, the Winchesters run into an unusual hunter."

* Nominated for inclusion by @impandagrl , who said: "This exceptionally-written crossover series manages to believably blend the worlds of two of my favorite series while somehow nailing each of the many characters and treating them with equal care. It always leaves me anxiously awaiting the next chapter and is packed with all the action, humor, snark, drama - and occasional smut - that fans of either series should expect."

CELEBRATE ME HOME - @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit

"If you took a moment to ask her how long she’s been driving, she’d tell you she doesn’t know. Not because she doesn’t remember or because she doesn’t know where she started, but because after a while, all the roads just sort of blend together..."

SONS OF LAWRENCE - @mrs-squirrel-chester

[Supernatural + Sons of Anarchy]

"The Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top."

RANDOM FANDOMS [all types, all lengths, all the things that aren't SPN but are still pretty dang super]

5/4/17, 18:00 - @buckykingofmemes [Mod: @hellenhighwater ]

[FANDOM: Marvel - Avengers]

In which Friday kindly provides the transcript of a conversation between Bucky and Steve, so that a question may be answered with accuracy.

WHO'S STEVE? - @bjorkshirepudding

[FANDOM: Marvel - Thor I & II / Avengers + HIMYM]

Have you heard the one about Steve Rogers walking into MacLaren’s Pub and running into Jane Foster’s research assistant Darcy Lewis, who’s sitting in a booth with Barney Stinson and the rest of the “How I Met Your Mother” gang… including that gal who bears a striking resemblance to Maria Hill?

* Unfortunately, this author has left Tumblr as of June 16th & the links have been removed so as not to cause confusion, however you can still find their [extensive!] body of work HERE at AO3, should you desire. - Nash *

BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH - @withstarryeyes

[FANDOM: Marvel - Avengers]

A short vignette taking a look at a moment in Bucky Barnes' life, how it feels for him to just be, to simply stand amongst the living.

THE PART THAT COUNTS (in-progress series, parts 1 -5 reviewed as of this writing) - @youre-on-a-starship

[FANDOM: Star Trek (current cinematic)]

"Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years."

ORIGINAL WORK [anything from haiku to novella]

HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE MONSTERS - @rainygalaxynerd

A short pop of a gut punch to the senses, wherein the author drops you into the middle of a conversation - a situation - with no real bearings of which way is up, no way of knowing whose side we should be on, and then starts dropping revelations as fast as you can pick them up. It is bare, it is dark, it is gritty, it is unapologetic, it is chilling, and it reads like a scene straight out of a Scorsese flick.

Happy reading & see you in July!

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#The Nail #Nailed It!#Quality Writing #Must Reads

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faith-in-dean · 6 years

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Kendricks: A Hell on Earth

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

General Warnings: Angst, Violence, Murder, Character Death, Smut, eventual Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Manipulation, Abusive Relationship (Some of these are not final and there might be warnings that need to be added as the story goes on. Not every warning counts in for every Chapter) University AU - British Men of Letters Style

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

#arthur ketch #mr. ketch #arthur ketch x reader #mr. ketch x reader #arthur ketch oneshot #arthur ketch one shot #arthur ketch fanfiction #mr. ketch oneshot #mr. ketch one shot #mr. ketch fanfiction #supernatural x reader #spn x reader #supernatural #spn #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural one shot #spn fanfiction #spn one shot

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faith-in-dean · 6 years

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Kendricks: A Hell on Earth - One

Words: 1034

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

A/N: This is a Series I’ve had in my drafts for a long time and finally got around to write. This is a University AU with the twist of it being in the British Men of Letters style. I hope to post this once a week(every Sunday) and am dying to receive your feedback.

Masterpost

Loud noises from downstairs came to your attention. You hadn't thought your parents would expect any guests this day, after all, they would have told you if there was someone coming to visit you.

Usually, they would always make sure you would be at home when they were expecting someone, for whatever reason. But today you were supposed to be at work. Maybe they just forgot.

Sighing, you decided to go and check it out. When you entered the room, a group of suited men and women came into view.

“Uh, did something happen?” You asked, drawing your parents’ attention to you.

“Sweetie, pack your stuff, you're going with these people,” your father said, making you furrow your brows.

“I'm not going with anyone. I'm an adult and can decide for my own,” you insisted, making one of the ladies turn towards you.

“I'm afraid you don't have a chance, Miss Y/L/N,” her eyes lingered on you.

“Oh, watch me,” crossing your arms in front of your chest, you stared her down.

“Darling, please just go with them,” pleaded your mother.

“Why would I?! I don't even know these people!” For whatever reason, your parents were against you and you had no idea why.

“Because if you don't, we'll kill your parents in front of you before we'll kill you,” a man now said, making your heart stop in your chest. Just who were those people and what would they do with you?

“Now, it will be easier if you cooperate and do as your father has asked you. We're leaving in ten minutes, whether we have to force you or not,” the woman said again.

“I hate you,” you hissed at your parents before you stormed upstairs to pack a bag. You surely didn't want to but you also didn't want either of your parents or yourself to die and so you compelled yourself to pack.

The group of people was waiting at your front door when you came back down.

“We're so sorry, darling,” your mother said but you didn't believe one thing and so you just silently followed the people into a black van.

“You're now a member of the British Men of Letters and will learn at Kendricks. Here's a letter from your parents, explaining your situation,” the man said, handing you a letter which you reluctantly opened the letter.

Dear Y/N,

When you read this letter, you might be on your way to London already. You will be starting a career at a one of a kind University. We wish you could have decided for yourself but we didn't have much of a choice. The people you are facing, have helped us once and had us promise to hand you over once the time was right or they would have killed us. Hopefully, you will be treated right and have a good life there.

We love you,

Mom and Dad

Tears were beginning to run down your face. How could they just mindlessly sell you off? Whatever gave them the right to do that? You were heartbroken.

“That's what family is. Nothing but pain but don't worry, you will feel none of that at our school,” the lady said.

Yeah, because they seemed like they were going to be so much better. Why didn't you just run when you could? Probably because you'd be dead at this point.

You had been just as silent as the stick-up-their-ass looking people had been on the whole journey to London.

The building was huge and far from the city in a small forest area. Because they didn't need to be shadier. There wasn't much going on inside the building, a few people passed by but no one said anything.

Eventually, you were lead into a huge conference room, where another few people were waiting.

“Finally we can start,” a man with a straight face, dark brown hair and dressed in a dark blue suit.

Was this place full of people like this? Maybe you should have let them kill you after all.

“I am Mr. Ketch and I will teach you our ways. You will learn about our rules and actions as time goes on. Some will be hard, some will be even harder. But you either live with it or you don't live at all. I'll expect you tomorrow, in our first lesson. Don't be late,” he said before leaving the room.

“What an ass,” you muttered to yourself.

“Two of you will each be assigned with an older member of the British Men of Letters. They will show you to your room, hand out your uniforms and will show you around. I'm Dr. Hess and your mistakes will be delivered to me and I will decide over your punishment,” the elderly woman said.

A blonde lady came over to you and another brunette girl.

“I'm Lady Bevell and will show you around now,” she didn't even wait up for you as she headed off.

All of this place seemed so wannabe great. The people pretended to be better than each other and you were sure you were going crazy already.

And the uniforms you had to wear? Did they think you were in Hogwarts? Hopefully, your roommate would be better to be around with.

You didn't have much of a room to express yourself in your own dorm, well, what did you expect. But at least it was a quiet place to just focus on yourself for a while.

“I'm Mikayla, by the way. Sorry, we didn't have much time for that earlier,” the brunette introduced herself, plopping down on her bed with a sigh.

“Don't worry about it. I'm Y/N. And this place sucks. What even are these uniforms?” a sigh left you as well.

“Were you also forced here? Also, I wouldn't talk bad about this place too loudly, who knows who listens,” Mikayla shrugged a bit.

“I was. Seems like my parents sold me off,” you scoffed, “you're right. But you seem like a good person to be around with, so I'll rely on you.”

At least one sane person was around you. But just how bad was it going to get?

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faith-in-dean · 6 years

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Kendricks: A Hell on Earth - Two

Words: 876

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

A/N: I am dying to hear your feedback.

Masterpost

Even on your first day, you weren't spared. Just after settling in, Lady Bevell sent you around the building, grabbing and moving things that seemed just so unnecessary to you.

But you worked yourself through it and finally, had been sent off to bed after a good couple of hours.

You had decided not to test anyone's patience and showed up on time for your first lesson. It took place in a giant auditorium and even though you were early, the hall was packed.

Funny, considering not even half this much people were in the conference room with you yesterday. Maybe they had gathered people into groups.

The worst part about it was that there were no free spots, except for the front row. As if luck couldn't hit you worse.

At least the teacher was on time.

“My name is Mr. Ketch in case you haven't caught that yet. I expect perfect discipline and punctuality from each and every one of you. If I don't see that, you will face consequences,” he lectured, the whole room silent as he spoke.

“Can't pretend you have any bigger balls, can you?” you muttered. Oh, how you hated all the people here. How were you supposed to survive your life here like this?

The lesson continued as Mr. Ketch spoke about some sort of code and about killing monsters and what not. Things you absolutely didn't understand.

And so you just ended up sitting around being bored while you tried not to fall asleep. The times of going to school were over long ago.

“I hate this place. This shit is boring like hell,” you said quietly to Mikayla who was sitting next to you.

“We don't have much of a choice,” Mikayla murmured a bit.

“And that guy is a total idiot. Mr. Stick in the Ass would make a better name for him,” you muttered, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“At least he's kind of attractive,” your friend shrugged and sighed.

“Maybe so but his crappy personality ruins it.”

“I see your displeasure with this situation, Miss Y/L/N, but in your place, I'd rather stay quiet about that. I'll see you when the lesson is over,” Mr. Ketch spoke directly to you and you couldn't do anything but cringe. Great, now you were in trouble for stating your honest opinion. Even if it wasn't meant for his ears.

The rest of the lesson passed just as horribly slow as before but finally, you would get to know what would be the consequences you'd have to face, as Mr. Ketch would most likely say.

“Miss Y/L/N. I'm displeased with the attitude you're showing. You should be happy and honored to be standing here,” the man said, eyes burning into you.

“I probably would've preferred dying back at home,” you muttered just before Ketch pulled a gun.

“Is that so?” He quirked a brow, easily pointing the gun at you, earning a few gasps from students that were just leaving the room.

“Chill! I didn't mean that,” you muttered, feeling your heart sink into your pants.

“Well, I want you to read through this entire section of lore, sort out every important detail and be ready to present it freely tomorrow,” he ordered, handing you a big book with a giant section of lore.

“You're kidding, right?” You asked in disbelief.

“Do I look like a joke to you?” Mr. Ketch questioned you.

Yes, you looked like a giant joke, Mister Wannabe Bad.

“Of course not,” you decided to mutter before taking off, already making out how many hours of sleep you'd lose over this crap.

And in fact, you lost several hours. Mikayla tried to help you as much as she could but in the end, she valued her sleep more than helping you. Which would've been the same for you if the situation was different?

You were so busy with working on everything, tiredness overrunning you, you didn't even notice when you fell asleep. Little did you know this would turn out to be your biggest mistake.

When you woke up, your room had been empty and a note was next to you.

I tried to wake you but you just didn't move. Sorry, I didn't want to be late. - Mikayla

Shit. Just how late was it? When you checked the time, you nearly fell out of the bed. You were 30 minutes late already!

Panicking, you jumped up, changing into some other clothes quickly, before you grabbed everything you needed and rushed off to the auditorium where Ketch had been waiting for you.

“Miss Y/L/N, this is the second time you have come to my attention negatively. I put my trust in you to present some facts today but now I had to take over. This is unacceptable and I will see you in my office after this,” there was some sort of glint in his eyes as he spoke to you, “now go sit down!”

You did as he asked and felt your heart pounding in your chest, wishing to die from a heart attack at this exact moment rather than having to face him later on.

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Mysterious Man

Summary: When you joined the British Men of Letters and fell for the rather mysterious Mr. Ketch, you didn’t expect some new rules you had to follow but you sure wouldn’t complain. Words: 1208 Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader Warnings: Brief description of Smut Square Filled: Dom/Sub A/N: This will be the first part to a Two-Parter (both fics can be read as a stand alone though), both fics written for Kink Bingo!

AO3 Written for @spnkinkbingo

A light sigh escaped your lips when you saw the, oh so mysterious Mr. Ketch enter the room for another meeting. He looked even more charming than he ever did before and you honestly didn't know what else to do.

You would be lying if you said you didn't develop a thing or the Brit. You even tried seducing him but it had no effect on him whatsoever.

But he seemed to know. Because you could swear he winked at you before the meeting started. You had discussed another case of taking out monsters and eventually getting rid of some American hunters.

When everyone was dismissed and you just wanted to leave, you felt a strong hand grab you by the arm.

“Y/N, I need you to stay for another moment,” Arthur's voice rang through your ears and of course you nodded as you turned to face him. The other members just looked at you in a form of ‘good luck’, yet you couldn't read his face. He didn't say anything as he put away some files and it slowly but surely made you feel quite uncomfortable.

Finally, he put away his last files before sitting down and looking up at you, his green-hazel eyes staring right into yours.

“I've seen you put your interest in me. How come?” he asked, not feeling the need to sugarcoat this at all and it caught you quite off-guard.

“Well - uhm… You are quite handsome and I know while others would rather consider you evil and would rather stay away from you… I don't. I quite… uh… I quite like you,” you said, trying to hide any form of being flustered. Arthur looked at you for a moment before nodding and grinning.

“I'm not necessarily like any other man you'd meet. I don't just sleep with someone as you might have noticed,” Arthur told you and you could swear the room just got a hundred degrees hotter.

“What do you mean?” you stuttered slightly, your breath hitching in your throat. You didn’t know why you had been so affected by him or his words.

“I go by rules. Rules you would need to follow. You ever heard of a Dom and sub relationship?” Arthur asked and now got up again, going somewhere and returning with a bottle of scotch and a glass for himself.

“Yes - Yes I have,” you answered with a nod, swallowing thickly. You already knew what would be the next question. At least you assumed you knew but were you ready to hear it? Or even answer it? You weren’t so sure.

“What would you be willing to give to have me?” he asked, quirking a brow as his lips wrapped around the edge of his glass to drink some scotch.

“Depends on what you would be asking me to,” this time, you were a bit braver. A bit more willing to test him.

“I’d ask you to be my sub. And that would come with other rules and conditions as well,” Arthur looked up at you, waiting to get any kind of reaction out of you.

“If I would consider being - your sub - could I get your rules and conditions first? Know what I’m in for?” you asked and finally decided to sit down, more than curious to hear about his ideas of this… relationship.

“I would always discuss the terms first. I might be an asshole but I don’t force anything onto anyone. Well then, I will tell you what I want from you,” Arthur said before he listed quite a lot of things. You would’ve never expected him to discuss something like that in a public space. But to say the least… you were quite intrigued.

“You have to be on birth control. No exceptions. You won’t masturbate anymore or you shall be punished. You will not be in any sexual contact with any other man than me. Let’s say… you’ll belong to me,” Arthur finished off his long speech and some things did make you squirm or at least in your head.

“I agree to be your sub. Under a few conditions myself. You will not put any clamps or anything near my vagina. Other things I haven’t experienced yet, I am neutral to but wish for you to respect it if I don’t want you to do it,” you started to which Arthur nodded.

“And I want a preview of what I will get. One time in bed with you, if I’m not satisfied with you, consider this deal off,” you grinned at him, noticing that he didn’t seem to like the idea that much.

“That’s not part of the arrangement,” Arthur threw in and you just shrugged.

“I guess this arrangement is canceled,” with a shrug you stood up and were about to head off when his strong hand once again reached out to grab your wrist.

“Fine. You know where my room is, I’ll be there in five minutes. I want you to be completely undressed, waiting on my bed by the time I am there,” he muttered in your ear as he pulled you close and a smirk spread across your face.

“I’ll be waiting,” you nodded, adding an extra sway of your hips as you headed into Ketch’s room.

His room was quite… different than you had expected. It was decorated in a mixture of modern and Victorian style furniture. Sure interesting but it sure looked good.

As Arthur wished, you undressed completely and finally sat down on the soft sheets of his bed. Slowly you began to ask yourself how many women he must’ve had in his bed already. Or did he have any women at all? After all, this wasn’t necessarily everyone’s taste.

Quickly you cleared your head again, making sure to pay full attention to Arthur when he would come back to see you.

He didn’t take one minute more or less than five minutes to finally join you, a smirk spreading across his face as he took in your naked form, locking the door behind himself.

“Stand up, come closer,” Arthur ordered and you obeyed, slow and smooth in your movements as you came closer. He took in your whole form, circling around you before a satisfied sound left your mouth.

“Since this is our first time I’ll be easy on you. After all, we didn’t sign our contract,” he grinned at you, one of his hands reaching out to caress your skin.

“Give me your safe word, just so I know if it ever gets too much, you know,” Arthur winked and you thought for a moment, thinking about something that could tease him… you knew just the thing.

“Ketchup,” you smirked to what he only quirked his brow and probably debated his life decisions.

“Fine then. Buckle up for the ride,” Arthur said, getting down on his knees and wasting no time to attach his mouth to your core. It felt like heaven on earth and you really wondered where he learned to use his tongue the way he did.

But nothing compared to when he finally fucked you. Arthur practically fucked you senseless and you were sure that this deal would be the best thing to ever happen to you.

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Franzi’s BMoL Writing Challenge - Masterpost

Thank you to everything who participated in this, it’s a lot more than I expected! I hope everyone will enjoy reading these and don’t forget to leave the writers some feedback!

Note: Not all of them have a category attached yet because I went with what was listed in the warnings if they had some. I didn’t get to read all of them yet but will add categories later on as I get to read them!

People that asked for extensions will be added later on, people I didn’t hear from at all and post after this was posted, will not be added. If you posted for this before this post was made and you’re not on the list, feel free to send me the link and I will add you!

Arthur Ketch x Reader

“Torn” by @jana-corleone (Angst)

“Leave” by @luciisthebest (Angst/Smut)

“Edge Of A Knife” by @wayward-mirage (Smut)

“How is leaving so easy for you?” by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies

“I Don’t Love You” by @isoldmysoultocrowley (Angst)

“Team” by @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll (Smut)

"Wake up!" by @theinsandoutsofcastiel (Angst)

“What They Took” by @riversong-sam (Angsty)

Mick Davies x Reader/ x OC

“The Games We Play” by @thewhiterabbit42

“I Just Wanted My Dishes Done” by @kristiisaidjit (Fluff)

“Friends With Benefits” by @clueless-gold (Angst)

“The Way Home” by @rowdyhooliganism

"For The Best” by @meganlpie (Angst)

“Whiskey & Secrets” by @captainemwinchester (Fluff)

“Longing” by @wayward-mirage

“A Sick Mick Fic” by @trollhunter94

"Enraged” by @srj1990 (Smut)

“High School sucks” by @besslincoln-bruh (Fluff)

“Wake Up” by @fangirlingfanatic2442 (Angst)

“Untitled” Prompt: “Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it.” by @milady-tevinter

“A Soft Bite” by @buffylovesfoxmulder (Angst)

“Dishes“ by @randomtwistedlife

“Torn” by @jana-corleone (Angst)

Other

“The Toys Are The Fun Part” by @akhuna01 (Dean x Reader x Ketch/ Smut)

“This Is What We Have Become” by @lux-tuli (Ketch x Mick)

“Fun On The Company Dime” by @badsongwinchester (Dean x Reader x Ketch/ Smut)

“Five” by @dacianamusik23 (Fluff)

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Who We Are

Summary: When Mary stood there with her gun pointed at him, Arthur saw his end coming. Though he didn’t expect the way it did end for him.

Words: 1421

Characters: Arthur Ketch (mainly), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Castiel

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak(pretty much)

A/N: This is my way of Ketch’s “end” where he doesn’t get killed but I won’t give away too much yet. Enjoy and buckle up for this ride of emotions.

The blood was boiling hot in Arthur. He knew they had Mary. He knew he shouldn’t have let her go on her own. She might have been one of the best hunters he had ever met, one of the best partners he ever worked with but she was not trained enough to take on multiple hunters.

Maybe they underestimated the American hunters. But that wasn't even what had him furious the most. It was the fact that bloody Dean Winchester had him as well as Toni and after what he had done, he wasn't sure what Toni would do to help them.

And he couldn't risk losing Mary when she just started to be like him. When she just started to really be with him.

“Ketch, wait… don't!” He heard Toni say when he pulled his knife after entering the bunker. She had them attached to a machine and Arthur knew too well what would happen if he didn't step in right away. He couldn't let that happen.

He couldn’t risk her turning against him. Before Toni could do anything, Arthur slit her throat, not caring about the way she struggled as he hurried over to the machine and turned it off. Dean slowly came back to his senses when Arthur ripped his cords away from him. Arthur would do anything in his power to keep Mary from going back to her sons. She belonged to him now.

But of course, that damn Winchester wouldn’t have it. Fists started flying, both men fought well yet Arthur seemed to have the upper hand in that moment. He knew how to fight after all. The title of the best assassin of the British Men of Letters didn’t belong to Ketch for no reason.

Dean was surely getting weaker with each punch and kick Arthur delivered. Though he didn’t expect Dean to knock him down as much as he did when Dean grabbed the piece of wood Ketch just fought with. The pain spreading through his face was terrible yet Ketch wouldn’t let himself be defeated that way. Not before that Winchester was lying dead on the ground.

Quick enough, Arthur pulled his gun out, being prepared for the worst case after all, but before he could even pull the trigger a searing pain ran straight through his shoulder, knocking him down to his knees after he turned around to see Mary, pointing her gun at him.

He thought… no, he knew this was it. The woman he… loved would kill him because she would never understand him or his love. Arthur was too late and even if he tried, he wouldn’t get his Mary back. At least not the Mary he had spent his last few days with. His mind was screaming, the pain in his shoulder not being the only pain he felt anymore.

“I knew you were a killer. You both are,” Arthur said, trying to keep a controlled breath as he looked up at Dean and Mary.

“You’re right,” spat Dean, his arms crossing in front of his chest. Though Mary didn’t reply immediately, she rather walked towards Ketch, making him flinch just a little.

“No, I’m not a killer. I’m a fighter,” Mary said before knocking Arthur out.

The next thing he knew was that he was surrounded by darkness. Nothing but darkness. His senses made him want to jump up and secure himself though he couldn’t. He was tied tightly to a chair and knew just who did this.

“Bloody Winchesters!” Arthur yelled, struggling to get out of the restraints. But the more he struggled, the more the wound on his shoulder hurt.

It must have been hours until he heard noises from outside the room. Though he wasn’t quite sure. The light was almost blinding to him, the forms of three persons just barely visible for him as his eyes adjusted to the light. Of course, it was Mary, Dean and to Ketch’s surprise, Sam.

“Sleeping beauty finally woke up, huh?” Dean huffed as he looked at Arthur, eyes cold. Ketch though didn’t say anything. He had experienced torture on himself to know how to behave. He had gone through all of that.

“You’re the last one of your species on this continent now. Finally took care of you British dudes,” Dean then said, stepping towards Ketch.

“You’d never be able to defeat Dr. Hess,” Arthur chuckled deeply, very convinced of himself.

“Well, actually. We did defeat her and blew up the entire base,” Sam stated as Arthur’s face went blank just before he started to go crazy. He tried ripping himself free, wanted to do anything to get free and twist their necks. Ketch wanted revenge. Nothing but cold-blooded revenge.

“I’d rather have you dead, too. But these two think they can get you in the right mind like Mick,” Dean just grumbled before leaving the room.

“Good luck to you, I won’t ever break,” Arthur grinned at them. If he only knew.

They had kept him in that room for days… maybe even weeks… he didn’t know anymore. One of them would come in to feed him, one would come to talk to him, ask him. But not once would Arthur break, though it did start to get hard for him without any contact to the British Men of Letters. Without any orders, he had to follow.

He was getting angry, he was getting sad. He felt like he was on some sort of deprivation and partly… he was. Arthur’s mind was set to kill. If he got free now, he would most likely go on a rampage.

But no matter how hard they tried, nothing would have ever gotten through to him. To the part he hid, ever since he was a child. Ever since he had to join the British Men of Letters.

Nothing got through him until they brought the angel who removed the blockage and manipulation. Until he had torn down all the walls Ketch built up all these years and all the pain and disappointment and regret came back to his senses, the expression of sadness and guilt covering his face.

“Will you talk to us now? What got you into this? I knew you had a better side in you,” Mary said softly, slowly approaching Arthur, who had just looked at her in shock.

“What have we done?” Arthur murmured, feeling like the little 8-year-old boy who had just been abandoned by his parents, who had been given away without any real reason. Like the little boy that was forced to grow up too fast.

“The question is what have you done but Arthur, please... Answer me,” Mary said once again, not once even touching him for comfort.

“I was… I was given away from my parents when I was just a kid, taken in by the British Men of Letters. They had taught us to fight and kill at a young age already. Each day we had to study the code until we would follow it without a doubt. Mick had it similar, just that he had been homeless since he was a kid,” Arthur sighed.

All the different memories flooded back through his mind. The ones of him being forced to kill friends while he was still learning, the ones of him killing Mick, the closest thing he still had to a friend now. All this regret Arthur felt. It made him want to die. It made him want to make it up to all those lives he took even though he knew nothing of it would ever make up the pain he may have caused families, friends and what not.

So suddenly he felt like he didn’t have a purpose in life anymore. All those years he was meant to kill people and now? Now he didn’t even know what to do anymore. He didn’t know how to live a regular life anymore.

“We will get you back in shape. Don’t worry,” Mary assured him, finally removing the restraints from him and helping him up, making sure he was standing steady enough before letting him go.

“Don't expect us to call him dad or see him as our dad now, though,” Dean grumbled as he watched his mother and Ketch.

“I'm not sure if I want that anymore either way. We’ll have to see,” Mary said softly and even though it hurt, Arthur was too exhausted to care. He needed to rest and sort his mind.

This was only the beginning of a brand new life.

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I’d Rather Be Dead

Summary: You had been in a relationship with Arthur Ketch for a while now but you couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t continue to try to see the good in him. And that was why you decided to leave. If it was only that easy.

Words: 984

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Warnings: “hints” of Abusive Relationship, very light hint of Smut, Angst, Violence (coming from both sides). If you are not sure if you can read this but want to, shoot me a message I can tell you the rough possible triggering contents and you can decide for yourself.

A/N: This has been inspired by the promo for 12x20 so see it as some sort of spoilers.

Days like these, your mind had been a mess. You were trying hard to sort your thoughts and it seemed to get harder and harder with every day.

You had agreed to a relationship with Arthur way before you knew about all the people he killed, way before truly knowing about his task with the British Men of Letters. The first few people he killed... you just stopped thinking about it.

But when he killed Mick… you had no idea how you were supposed to cope with that. Mick had always been one of your close friends and now that he was gone? It just didn’t feel right.

All this time you were assuring yourself that it was only because of the Code. You tried convincing yourself that he didn’t want to kill all these innocent people. You tried convincing yourself that you still loved the man that seemed to become such a stranger to you.

You knew he was working at this moment but you just needed to convince yourself of your love for this man.

So you made your way down to Arthur’s office, lifting up your shirt to pull it over your head almost immediately when you entered the room.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Arthur asked, his brows furrowing together as he looked at you.

“I want to show you how much I love you. Let me show you,” you hummed slightly and went to straddle his lap, your arms wrapping around the other's neck.

“I have to work, Y/N. I can't right now,” he tried to shove you off but you needed this. Needed to know where your true feelings for him were.

“Please Arthur. We can make it quick, please,” you practically begged him and finally, he gave in.

Though the feelings you had, weren’t what you expected. The closure to Arthur didn't feel right anymore. It didn't feel like you were in love with him anymore.

And that was the last thing you had needed to convince yourself that you couldn't be with Arthur anymore.

All those innocent people he killed… who knew who was next. He wouldn't change and you were sure about that. Even if you didn't want to believe it.

The feelings you once had for this man weren't there anymore. And who could even blame you for that? The pictures of him killing your friend were running through your head every day. You just couldn't do this anymore.

Though the hardest part was yet to come. The part of telling Ketch you're leaving. In all honesty, you had no idea on how he would react to this. Whether he would flip or not care at all. Guess you could only find out.

For days you had been thinking about this, slowly packing your belongings together though you had been careful with it. He couldn't notice your plan beforehand.

But today was the day. Today you would grab your bag and leave. Escape this hell.

And Arthur knew something was going on as soon as you entered the conference room with your bag.

“Hey, Y/N. Where are you going?” he asked, walking over to you.

“I can't do this anymore. I can't be with you anymore. I am leaving. Leaving you,” your voice was shaky and you were ready to go but you didn't notice Arthur's hardening gaze.

That was why it took you off-guard when Arthur suddenly gripped your arm tight and pulled you back.

“No, Y/N. You can't leave,” his voice was harsh and cold, his face almost scary.

“Don't touch me and you can't tell me what to do,” you hissed at him, trying to pull your arm free. You really needed to leave.

“I won't let you,” his grip tightened on you, his form becoming bigger in front of you.

“I said don't touch me,” you repeated and took all the courage you had, punching his jaw and catching him off-guard this time. Lucky for you, he let you go. But neither of you expected what happened next.

Just as you planned to turn around, Arthur lunged out and punched you right back.

Shock was written over both of your faces as you felt tears coming up in your eyes.

“What's next?! You'll kill me too? Like you killed Magda, Mick, and all those other innocent people?” you yelled between sobs. You had expected him to flip but you would have never expected him to put a hand on you.

“I-I'm sorry. Don't leave me, Y/N. You're the only one I have left,” his voice was still rough, though you could notice some cracks of humanity shining through. But if you didn't go now, you would never make it out of this relationship.

“Too bad you just ruined it. Goodbye Arthur,” you muttered and turned around and headed for the exit just before you heard him scream no and felt a sharp sting on the back of your head, collapsing to the ground as your sight went black

“I can't let you leave,” Arthur just murmured, picking up your unconscious body.

~~~

Your head was pounding when you woke up, though you noticed as soon as you wanted to rub your head and couldn't, that Arthur must have tied you up. And your thoughts were confirmed when you opened your eyes and saw you were tied to a chair. And Arthur was watching you from the other side.

“You think this will make me stay?” you spat, though your voice was hoarse.

“At least you can't leave,” he said coldly.

“You sick bastard… I'd rather be dead than be with you any longer!” you hissed at him.

“Too bad you don't have a say in this. I will see you for dinner,” Arthur said and went to leave the room. He turned off the light and shut the door, locking it afterwards as darkness surrounded you.

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Ain’t Nobody Need You Like I do

Summary: Almost the very first moment you laid eyes on Mr. Ketch, you felt a strong connection. Everything seemed to be going fine until another woman joined the team, replacing your spot real quick.

Words: 2175

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader, hints at Arthur Ketch x Mary Winchester

Warnings: Angst, quite jealous!reader, smut, unprotected sex, minor character death, sort of unrequited love. Ps The smut is at the very end, it doesn’t play that much into the thing so you can stop reading when the smut starts if it makes you uncomfortable or so.

A/N: Thanks to @wayward-mirage for reading over this and helping me decide on how to end this!

You had found a liking in the mysterious man called Mr. Ketch almost the first time you laid your eyes on him. You knew people hated him, knew they thought he was a psychopath, sick, a cold-hearted murderer and what not. But there was something about him and you felt like you were the only one to see it.

There were those small cracks of humanity left inside him but unfortunately, no one else would see them. Unfortunately, no one else would notice how manipulated he was. You haven’t been a part of the British Men of Letters but you have been staying with them for support during their mission in America.

People came in and left, all the time. Though there were some faces you saw more than one. One face, you wished you didn’t have to see this much.

One person who claimed all of Arthur’s attention. One person who suddenly made you feel so useless.

Mary Winchester.

Even if Arthur wouldn’t say it but she had been running through his head day and night and whenever she would come to the base, you were long forgotten. And you hated it.

You hated that you loved Arthur and all he saw was Mary. And he didn’t even notice how uninterested she was and that wasn’t just your jealous mind talking. While he kept praising her, talking good about her, charming her, she did nothing to acknowledge him. She didn’t deserve his affection.

The other day you had noticed Arthur sitting at the conference table, he seemed so lost in thought and if you weren’t imagining things, he looked even quite hurt. His hair was a mess and just then you noticed Mary leaving his room, adjusting her clothes a little.

So that was what they were doing when he said they had to go over a hunt. Amazing. But he didn’t look all too pleased for whatever reason.

“Are you okay?” you asked him and sat down in front of him, that way when he looked at you, you could try to read more into his expressions.

“Will you ever stop being so nosy? It’s nothing and even if, it would be none of your business,” Arthur groaned out, furrowing his brows together as he looked at you. So that was how he would treat you after everything you’ve done for him in the past.

“Oh, come one. You don’t need to hide it,” you sighed.

“Bloody hell, Y/N. Just stop bothering me. Don’t you have something else to do?” he partly hissed and you took a moment to stare at him before shaking your head while getting up.

“You’re the worst,” you mumbled and headed into the direction of your own room. How you wished you could get yourself to actually think he was the worst.

What happened to you? What happened to how the two of you used to be? He couldn’t just forget about everything because of one woman who didn’t even show any interest in him at all. At least you thought so and eventually that just broke your heart even further.

He had changed so much while working with Mary. Of course, you had seen the cracks in his personality before he knew her but now they were even more visible. You just wondered why you couldn’t make him feel the same for you. You had been trying for so long but all your efforts were for nothing.

Week after week passed and you hoped he would finally realize that loving Mary was a lost cause. But he only seemed to fall for her more. Not only breaking your heart but you were sure his own as well.

You just wanted to head out to the garage to grab something to eat when you heard some rather heated discussion in the conference room. When you peeked around the corner you noticed Arthur, Mick and Dr. Hess and it didn’t seem to be going well.

It wasn’t going well. Arthur had just pulled out his gun, pointing it at Mick when you quickly entered the room.

“Arthur stop. You don’t have to do this,” you said, pulling their attention to you, noticing the shock on Mick’s face when he noticed the gun being pointed at him.

“Yes you do have to Mr. Ketch and while you’re at it kill her as well,” Dr. Hess said, making Arthur tighten the grip on his gun.

“Arthur, please. This really does not have to happen. She is abusing you, manipulating you. That woman is messing with your head. She has been for so long. Don’t let her ruin you. Don’t let her make you do something you would regret,” you tried reasoning with him.

When the shot fired you couldn’t help but flinch but when you looked closer at the scene both you and Mick were still up and alive. It was Dr. Hess he shot.

“Arthur… I-” you tried to talk to him but couldn’t even without the fact of him interrupting you.

“We’ll have to get rid of her body, remove all security tapes that lead to this scene or we will all be in big trouble,” Arthur simply said and grabbed Hess’ legs. Mick and you had both been in shock but started helping Arthur. After all, the three of you were now in this together.

Even after killing Hess Arthur was still ordered around. The elders kept demanding more information of the Winchesters, demanded him to either way recruit or finally kill them. But first, they needed information. More than they already had. And that was why they sent out people to search the bunker while Sam and Dean were on a hunt.

Though when they returned, Arthur seemed even more different than usual. And you soon knew why. You noticed a picture in his hand as he sat on what used to be Mick’s office table before he decided to leave for the better.

On this picture were Mary and what seemed to be one of her sons and you very well knew that both her sons were in their thirties meaning something wasn't quite right. If that wasn’t another reason to be suspicious of her. But then again you knew there was no use in trying to make Arthur see what he could have if he wasn’t that blind and wasn’t so focused on that damn Winchester.

“I feel like at least now you should finally realize to move on. That she is never going to feel the way about you that you do. Maybe you should try finally opening your eyes and start to see the love that has always been there for you. But let me guess, you just won’t listen either way and are rather stuck up in your own messed up world,” you shook your head before leaving without giving him a chance to talk. You’ve had enough of this. This was tearing at you and there was nothing you could do about it.

What you didn’t expect was Ketch following you, holding onto your shoulder to stop you from walking away.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” he furrowed his brows together as he looked down at you.

“I’m talking about being sick of being in love with you and only getting shit from you. Everything was fine between us, maybe something could have happened between us until that damn Mary Winchester came and you replaced me. I’m tired of watching you go after someone who doesn’t give a shit about you while I, the one who loves you, try to be there for you and show you love but only get pushed away. I am tired of this, Arthur,” there you said it. And there was no taking it back but honestly, you didn’t even want to. So what he knew you loved him? It wouldn’t make a difference anyway.

Arthur was looking at you in shock, not saying anything but you didn’t want to listen to him any further but rather took off into your bedroom. You needed time for yourself. Time to figure out where to go from here.

The thoughts in your head were so loud that you didn't even notice Arthur was following you. At least not until you wanted to close the door to your room but he came rushing in, closing it instead. What was he doing?

“Arthur, I don't want to see you,” you sighed and shook your head, avoiding to look at him.

“Y/N, if you really love me… Show me what true love feels like,” Arthur murmured and rested his hands on your waist, pulling you close.

“Arthur… I can't show you real love in just a few moments… but I can start here,” your voice was just above a whisper as you finally looked up at him and pulled him into a soft and gentle kiss. To your surprise, his lips were much softer than you expected. Just be the way he was pulling you closer, by the way, he wanted this kiss to be rough, you noticed how he wasn't used to something like this.

But you were going to lead him to through love-making.

Gently you shoved him over to your bed until he sat down before you straddled his lap.

“Do you trust me?” you whispered and looked down at him.

“I do,” he hummed slightly after thinking for a few moments.

“Then let me take over this. I'll do you good,” you smiled and kissed him once again. Your hands were gently roaming over his form, pushing the coat of his suit down his arms before discarding it to the ground.

Once again your hands started caressing his clothed upper body while you slowly pushed your tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of him.

Slowly but surely you undid his tie, throwing it down to his coat before you started unbuttoning his button-up shirt. Once it was gone as well you got rid of your own shirt and ordered him to move up the bed and lay down on his back, which he did.

Ever so softly you started kissing his neck.

“You're so good, Arthur. Even if you don't show it,” you hummed against his skin as you then traced your way down his arms.

“You're so strong. Stronger than anyone I know,” you said before you started kissing his chest down to the spot his heart was at.

“I know you have a good heart… you just have to open up,” once again you hummed softly.

“I want to be by your side… hunt with you… support you through anything… I want to give you the love you deserve,” only now you came to look up at him, his eyes were soft and to you, it seemed like all those walls he built up were falling apart. With a smile you opened up his pants, working them off along with his underwear and everything else that has been bothering you.

Your hands gently slid up his legs until you reached his crotch. To your surprise, he was half hard already but in that case, it was even better.

For just a moment you contemplated whether you actually wanted to do this or not but why not? This was your chance to convince him about you. Even if it might have not been the best way.

Gently, you took his sex into your hand, starting to gently take care of him.

Having your mouth and hand work together, it didn't take long for his erection to grow until he was fully hard, your other hand meanwhile pleasuring yourself. When you finally knew that both of you were ready for this, you got rid of your own clothes before straddling Arthur’s lap.

Slowly you ground against his hard erection, slicking him up with your wetness before you lined him up on your entrance. Ever so slowly you slid down his full length, whenever he wanted to push you to go faster, you stopped him.

“Let me take control… just relax and enjoy this,” you whispered to him before kissing him deeply and starting to ride him.

Whenever you weren’t busy with kissing him or parts of his body, you whispered or rather moaned words of affection, words of pure love to him, assuring him just of the love you felt.

Eventually, you picked up your pace from just slow riding a little but just enough to finally make the both of you reach your orgasms.

It felt amazing, something you haven’t felt in so long. Pure bliss overcame you just before you collapsed on top of Arthur, who, to your surprise, wrapped his arms around you in return.

A comfortable silence filled the room while the two of you recovered from your mindblowing orgasms.

“I don’t remember the last time someone has said those things you said to me,” Arthur admitted, his voice low.

“Well, you should get used to it now if you really want me to show you, true love.”

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faith-in-dean · 7 years

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I’d Rather Be Dead - Part Two

Summary: After Arthur locked you in the dark room, you were very uncertain about your faith. Which you had every right to feel. Read the first part here

Words: 781

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Warnings: Abusive “Relationship”, Non-Con, Violence, Character Death, well Kidnapping too I guess

A/N: I guess this is the first time I’ve ever written something that dark. I’d love to hear some feedback.

You had no idea how long you had been locked in this room but you knew you had to get out of here soon. It was miserable.

While Arthur took care of you when it came to eating or even going to the toilet. It made you feel humiliated but Arthur didn't care. He didn't care about how bad you felt. He didn't care about anything.

“Got you some soup,” Arthur said as he entered the room with a bowl in his hand. You had stopped talking to him for a while now. Well, ever since he felt the need to tie your wrists together and keep you attached to the chair with cuffs on both your arms and legs.

You had tried to avoid eating and eventually starve to death. At least that would have been better than staying with him any longer. How you wished you would have left earlier. Left when he wouldn’t notice. If you could ever face the outsides again? You weren’t so sure.

“Eat,” Arthur hissed as he held a spoonful of soup in front of you. But you didn’t dare to open your mouth. Not until he forced the spoon into your mouth.

Within the moment of him not paying attention, you spat all the hot contents that were in your mouth right into his face.

“You bloody…” Arthur hissed out and angrily threw the bowl away, gripping some of your hair tightly and yanking your head back.

“Stop being like that! Stop resisting me. You will never leave this place,” Arthur hissed at you while his face was just a few inches away from yours. Pure anger covered his face and it wouldn't surprise you if he hit you once again. Nothing would surprise you anymore.

But instead of hitting you once again, he pushed the chair to the ground, leaving you in that position as he left the room and you were once again surrounded by darkness.

~~~

It must have been two weeks now since Arthur locked you in here. You weren't quite sure anymore. You stopped counting the days at some point.

He kept feeding you for breakfast and dinner, barely paying attention to you otherwise since you spat soup in his face.

Though today this would change. You had just very lightly noticed the bulge in his pants when he entered the room at a rather unusual time. This couldn't be. He wouldn't… or would he?

“I'll wake your love for me again,” Arthur muttered and undid the cuffs before he pulled you to your weak feet, shoving you over to the only table standing in the room.

He roughly pushed your front down flat on the table and you could hear him open up the zipper of his pants.

“Arthur… stop… you don't have to do this,” you muttered just before he gripped your pants and underwear, yanking them down roughly.

“Please… please no… please don't do this,” you whined, trying to get out of his grip, but he was too strong. You couldn't stop him.

You screamed out in pain as he pushed into you, not caring about you being comfortable at all.

It felt like you were screaming your lungs out while he pounded into you. Your body felt like it was ripping apart from the pain that went through you. Tears kept running down your face while you begged him to stop. Begged for this to end.

And when it finally did end? You felt humiliated. Pain ran through your whole body. But mostly you felt empty. Like he had taken everything from you. Like he had taken all your will to live.

But one little part of you, one ever so little part, made you believe in escaping. You had no idea where that thought came from but you knew you had to try.

So you waited. You waited for the right moment to come. Waited until you figured a way to free yourself from all your ties and cuffs.

And when you did? The next time Arthur came in, you ripped yourself free with all the strength you had left. You lunged your elbow out and knocked Ketch over, starting to run… or something close to run into what you hoped was freedom.

Your whole body ached from the movement but you didn't care. You were so close to the exit… so close… but you weren't quick enough. The last thing you heard was a loud bang before your body dropped to the ground.

“I told you I wouldn't let you leave… why did you have to be so stubborn?” Arthur asked as he slowly lowered the gun, looking at your now lifeless body.

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faith-in-dean · 7 years

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No Second Chances - Alternate Ending

Summary: You were still learning to be a hunter when you fell in love with your colleague Arthur Ketch. Your situation wasn’t easy in the first place, your feelings were just making it harder. Though nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

Words: 1807

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x Reader/ slight Arthur Ketch x Mary/ Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: Angsty, Smut, Unprotected sex, oral sex

A/N: So this was party requested by @bloodstained-porcelain-doll but also an idea I had while writing part three. This is what I like to describe as “What could have happened if I didn’t decide to be an asshole” and picks up at Part Three. You will find quite some passages of Part Three in here, BUT I changed a few things as well and, of course, the ending is different as well. Enjoy.

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It had been two weeks since Mary had joined you at the American British Men of Letters base. And you were sure of one thing. You didn’t like it.

Arthur kept comparing her to you, kept talking you down whenever he could. Yet he still kept sleeping with you. Though it wasn’t as regular anymore as it used to be.

It kind of saddened you but one part of you was also telling you this was the best way to finally get rid of your feelings for him.

Though that did not work the way you wanted it to.

You were currently sitting in the conference room, working out a plan for a hunt. Even though Arthur would forbid you to go, you wanted to prove him that you could hunt and didn’t need any of his bitterness.

Even if you didn't want her to, Mary started helping you with planning your hunt. She was skeptical at first, not thinking Arthur would have allowed you to go but you managed to convince her that he did agree to it.

Eventually, you were able to leave sooner thanks to her help, even if you wouldn't say it out loud.

But the hunt itself? It didn't go as planned. You ended up hurt and probably would have ended up dead if Mary and Arthur didn't save you. Well, it was more Mary than Arthur but who cared about that anyway?

It didn’t stop him from giving you shit, lucky enough you passed out from the blood loss soon enough.

~~~

When you woke up you found yourself surrounded by the softness of your own bed, you had checked your clock to see what time it was and found out it was still just early in the evening.

You had also noticed that you were now dressed in some clean clothes, not even your hands were bloody anymore. And when you lifted up your shirt, you saw your wound was just perfectly stitched up.

You had been wondering if it was Arthur who did all of this and just by the thought of it a smile crossed your face. But then you remembered just what he said to you. And you knew it had to stop.

So you decided to get up and talk to him about how he was hurting you without even knowing probably. And if the talk went well, you might as well ask him about who had changed and patched you up.

When you stood up you immediately felt quite dizzy. For a moment you had to stand still to regain your composure before you felt safe enough to walk on your own and so you did.

When you reached Arthur’s room you could make out a few shuffling noises but figured it was just him moving around so you walked in without knocking. The biggest mistake ever.

You had not expected to see what you were seeing and it tore you up from the inside.

It felt like you were frozen to the ground as the sounds around you got louder and louder.

Mary was on all fours, naked, having Arthur pound into her. You wanted to look away, wanted to run away but you could only stand there and watch as their bodies moved together. Their moans filled your ears, they were so loud it felt like your ears were about to explode.

The worst part of this? They didn’t even notice you. They kept going like nothing was even bothering them.

It had taken you a few moments until you could finally move again. Without saying anything you stormed out of the room, already feeling lightheaded again but you needed to go.

You couldn’t stay in this place any longer. It has been tearing you apart that Arthur treated you like trash for the last few weeks but now knowing that he was also fucking Mary, knowing that you truly meant nothing more to Arthur even if it seemed like that, it broke you.

Once you were in your bedroom you grabbed one big backpack and started packing as many things as you could. Of course, you weren’t able to take everything you had with you but too many things would only slow you down so it was for the better.

When you were done packing you started looking for Mick. Lucky enough you didn’t have to search for too long since he was working in his office.

“Mick. I’m leaving,” you said as you tried to fight the tears welling up in your eyes.

“What? Why?” Mick asked as he looked at you and got up from his chair immediately.

“I can’t handle all of this anymore,” you said as the first tear ran down your cheek.

His soft hand was on your cheek now, gently wiping away the tear.

“Please tell me why you want to leave,” Mick’s voice was softer than ever. He did his best not to let the gruffness come out so he could be as soothing to you as possible.

“Arthur and Mary… they… they hooked up. It breaks my heart because I like Arthur and thought what we had was something...more,” you told him, your words sounded hopeless and maybe you were.

“I’m sorry to hear about that,” Mick started before he pulled you into a hug, “but please stay and let me show you what you deserve. Arthur will be the last thing on your mind.”

For a moment you thought about it. How could you be sure that he could make you forget about Arthur? But then again, Mick has been the closest friend you’ve had since coming here. And you trusted him.

“Okay,” your voice was just above a whisper while Mick tightened his hug a little.

The whole time Mick spent with you, he made sure you ate, you stayed hydrated, he made sure you were comfortable and did everything you wanted to do. It has been a long time since you ever felt this good. Since someone made you feel this good.

“Thank you for everything, Mick,” you mumbled a little as you looked up into his eyes. Your head had been resting in his lap as he kept running his hands through your hair while the two of you watched a movie.

“I would do anything for you,” he smiled at you and his hand slowly went to cup your cheek, and rub his thumb over it.

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a few minutes before you slowly sat up and pulled Mick into a gentle kiss. He hesitated for a moment but eventually, he returned the kiss, his hand now on the back of your head.

Slowly you deepened the kiss, sitting up more and more until you were able to straddle his lap and started lightly grinding down against him. It wasn’t long until he held onto your hips so you couldn’t move anymore.

“Are you sure you want this?” Mick asked once he pulled back from the kiss and looked up into your eyes.

“Yes, Mick… I want this,” your voice was just above a whisper once again but he nodded and your lips met again. This time he was even guiding you against himself. His hands, his soft hands, slowly slid beneath your shirt, carefully rubbing the bare skin of your back before he started taking off your shirt.

Mick’s lips slowly traveled down to your neck, his scruff scratching you a little but you didn’t care. Leaning your head to the side, you gave him more space while working on the buttons of his shirt, pushing it down his arms afterward.

His hands held onto your waist again but just to pick you up and lay the two of you down on your bed, since you had been watching the movie in your room, Mick hovered above you and slowly started kissing down to your cleavage, his hand sneaked behind your back to unclasp your bra and take it off before he paid equally much attention to both of your breasts.

He massaged them, kissed the, he treated them like the most expensive things he ever held before his mouth traveled more south, stopping just above your pants.

“Do you really want this?” he asked once again and you knew he would stop immediately if you said no but you did want this.

“Yes,” you breathed out, nearly whimpering in anticipation. Mick nodded once again and finally opened the button of your pants, pulling them down along with your panties and socks. Once they were all scattered on the ground, he slowly started kissing his way up your legs, his scruff now tickling you but you managed to push that thought to the side as his soft lips pressed against your sex.

He switched between kisses and licks for some time before he pushed two of his fingers inside of you, his mouth now attaching to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Mick worked just right on you, making you squirm and moan. You had expected him to pull away anytime soon, just as Arthur always did but that wasn’t Mick.

The longer he kept going the closer you came to your first release. He seemed to notice as he twisted his fingers a little, soon finding your g-spot and making you come all over him.

Mick lapped up all you had to give before pulling back and starting to get rid of his own clothes. His length sprang free. It surprised you how much he had to offer. He did a good job at hiding it.

Your lips met again as Mick crawled on top of you, staying cautious of the wound on your stomach as he rubbed against you until he was lubed up enough.

He then lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. Mick gave you enough time to adjust before he started pushing in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

Instead of fucking your brain out, Mick made love to you. He wanted to make sure to satisfy you as much as possible, he wanted to show you how much he cared about you.

Yet he still picked up the place a little but only to push both of you over the edge. Though Arthur was rougher, this orgasm felt much more intense than anything you've experienced so far and even afterward, it was a whole new level.

Once Mick laid down next to you, he had pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back gently.

“I will treat you better than he did. I promise,” Mick whispered into your ear.

And for once you were completely sure about something. Mick would be the one to help you forget about Arthur.

He would be the one to make you happy again.

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