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lovifie · 4 months

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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 3: Poltergeist

Masterlist

Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

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Warning/Notes: Ghost x Reader, a little of ass eating from Ghost, fingering, a bit mean Ghost, hair pulling, angst.

“Hey, Birdie.”

“Hey, Ghost.”

The two of you look at each other, each expecting the other to make a move. But since he doesn't seem bothered by the silence, you break it.

“Here for work or pleasure?” You ask opening the door as he chuckles.

“Well, that's not my choice.” He answers looking at you. “Half and half, I suppose.”

“Why is that?” You ask as you enter your flat, leaving the door open for him to enter. But when you notice he is not moving you turn to him. “Are you gonna come in or do I need to invite you like a vampire?”

You see the smile on his eyes (mainly because that's the only thing you can see of his face), and he impulses himself off the wall as he walks closer to your door.

“And what would your neighbours think? A girl like you letting a man like me inside her house?” He asks cocking his head.

“Well, actually, I don't know if you have heard. But just last night my neighbour was taken by the police because turns out he was a terrorist or something like that, I'm not sure. So I think I am out of the competition for worst neighbour of the year, so, yeah, please c’mon in.”

You hear him chuckle behind your back as you walk into your room, and a little later you hear the door close. Maybe calling it a room is a big stretch, your whole flat is a room. A small hall that goes from the door to where your bed is, a door on the hall to your bathroom and another one to your kitchen.

Having breakfast in bed sounds great, but having lunch and dinner sounds a bit sad. But that's the flat you could get, and honestly, thanks to your neighbour's hobbies, at least you know the rent is not going to go higher.

“You know, jumping the wall on your balcony was ridiculously easy, you should probably get a lock for that window.” He comments looking at your window as he enters your line of vision.

“Then I would lose my deposit.” You answer sitting down on your bed to take off your shoes. You take off your jacket next and hang it in your closet. “Are you hungry?”

“Hmm, depends on what's the offer.” He says leaning against the wall again. He follows you with his gaze as you walk to your kitchen and open the fridge with a face. He chuckles when you close the door back and look at him. “Takeout?”

“Takeout it is.” You answer taking your phone out. “What do you fancy, Ghost?”

“You know? Most people freak out when I get inside their house, don't ask me what I want for dinner.” He says crossing his arms.

“Should I freak out?” You ask looking at him with an eyebrow raised as you lend him your phone with the delivery app open. “Order whatever you want, I'm no picky. I'm gonna take a shower, if the food gets here there is money behind that frame.”

You point out the only frame on your whole house and walk into the bathroom. You try to walk with confidence, but once inside the room, you let a sight escape your lips.

When you said yesterday you were going to push Price and Kyle away, you didn't mean it as in pulling the rest of the team closer.

This is bad, is mean and honestly, you must be on some weird week of your cycle where you are producing more pheromones than usual because you were chronically single for years and now can't seem to catch a break.

You open the tap to wait for the water to warm up as you undress. Just as you take your shirt off your pants you notice you didn't pick your pyjamas, so you walk back out.

You see Ghost seated on your bed, back leaning against the headboard, feet dangling off the bedside and scrolling through your phone.

“You can take off your shoes, you know.” You comment as you pick up the plaid pants and massive sweatshirt you wear to sleep as well as your underwear.

“You are a sneaky one, you know.” He responds looking at you almost offended he didn't hear you exit the bathroom.

You chuckle at him and walk back inside the bathroom. The shower helps you calm your nerves, the man is in your bed, and he hasn't made any moves yet; probably because he is not into you, you need to humble yourself a bit.

At some point you hear the doorbell and your stomach grumbles almost as a reaction. You quickly finish your shower, put on your clothes and walk back to the room.

“Chinese?” You ask when you see the containers as he stays looking around. “Let me get the table out.”

You say winking at him when he looks at you confused and he gets even more confused when you kneel before him. You look up at him, laughing internally at what he must be thinking and then you get your nice arm under the bed and pull the foldable table under it. You take it out and with a shake, you unfold it, take your seat on the bed in front of the table and tap the bed next to you. “Have a seat.”

He sits next to you, his thigh pressed against yours and he takes the container out of the bags opening them.

After a little, you decide to finally talk about the elephant and the room and ask: “So, did you just drop by in hopes I would invite you to dinner or do you actually have a mission today, Ghost?”

“Oh, yeah, about that. I actually had two missions today.” He says pulling his mask up so he can eat. You try not to stare at the little skin showing, but you quickly notice the stubble on his jaw. Blonde. “First one, finding out we're the girl from the captain's office was. That one was easy, thankfully cause the captain was freaking out. And the second one, figuring out why she left. That one is still ongoing.”

“And if the captain was freaking out why is it you the one that's on my house?” You ask looking at your plate, curious enough to ask but not brave enough to look.

“Cause he was scared the reason you ran away, was because of him or something he did. So he didn't want to make it worse.” He answers simply, you can feel his eyes on you. He bends down a bit to be able to see your face and ask. “Is that why you ran?” You shake your head. “Then why? It looks like you had fun.”

You turn to him with furrowed eyebrows and notice that he is looking at your neck, you remember the lovebites and quickly try to cover them with your hand.

“It was just…” you sigh. “I know when I am no longer wanted, and rather than make it awkward by making him drive me back or having to say bye I just… got out before he woke up.”

“Hm, I still think you should talk to him. I’m pretty sure he wouldn't agree with you with the ‘not being wanted’ thing” He says doing quotation marks with a hand and taking his phone out to send a message with the other.

“He doesn't even know my name. Neither do you.” You almost mumble. I’m just another one on the list, you think. “I think he will be just fine.”

He winces as if he was in pain and says. “You a tough one, birdie.” He cleans off the rest of his plate and stands up. “You don't know my name either and you don't see me throwing a hissy fit.”

“I'm not throwing a hissy fit.” You say rolling your eyes.

“Did you… Did you just roll your eyes at me, birdie?” He says moving the table and standing between your legs. “Now that” He says pointing at your face. “That's a brat move.”

“I'm not a brat!” You try to defend yourself standing up, but as quickly as you get on your feet, Ghost manhandles you to be laying down on your stomach. He sits on top of your ass immobilising your hips and grabs your arm putting them behind your back leaving you unable to move. “Ghost, what the fuck?!”

“Language.” He says and you feel a hard slap land on your ass cheek making you yelp. “Are you going to behave or should I teach you a lesson, birdie?”

“What? What are you talking about? Get off me.” You mumble squirming under him.

“No, I don't think I will until you learn.” He chuckles as he begins to grind against your ass. He bends down to talk to up to your ears. “You should be grateful, that I found you and not Price. Do you know what he would have done if he found out you got back, walking, alone, in the middle of the night?” Three more hard smacks land on the same cheek when he sits up. “And that alone, without talking about the fact you were missing a shirt. And didn't even say goodbye. Not a phone number, not a name, nothing.” He lands two more on the same cheek and an even harder one on the other cheek. Leaving your arse burning and you wouldn't be surprised if it bruised, but still, the most surprising thing about the situation is that you can feel your underwear sticking to your cunt.

You truly are learning about yourself these days.

He grabs two handfuls of the meat of your arse, pushing your cheeks together as he grinds with a grunt. Then he lets go, you hear the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone and it sends anxiety up your column. He must sense it because he says: “Calm down, birdie. I'm not giving you my cock until you beg for it, and only if you deserve it. And trust me, you don't.”

He takes his belt off, aligns your forearms and ties them together behind your back.

“Are you going to talk to Price? You can still leave unscattered.” He asks, putting his hands beside your head and leaning in to be closer to your face.

You look back at him from over your shoulder, face still push against your mattress, and try to look offended by how easily he got you tied, immobilised and horny. “I don't know.”

He makes the sound of a buzzer, like in the contest when they answer wrong. “Not what I want to hear, birdie.”

His index finger hooks the waistband of your pyjama pants as well as your panties, right above your ass and he pulls them down slowly. You hear him whistle as he pulls them down, feeling the cold hair of the room against your skin and against your glistering cunt. “I think I'm going to start by the desert tonight.”

He lands a loud smack on your naked arse, and when you try to complain, the sound gets strangled into a moan when you feel his tongue against your puckering hole. Getting your ass eaten by the mysterious masked man was not on your plans for tonight, but you are not complaining.

You moan against the mattress, biting the sheets to try and conceal the sounds leaving your mouth. Your consolation, is the fact that you can feel Ghost moan against your skin, the vibrations travelling up to your nape giving you goosebumps.

He gets his hands under your hips pulling them up, leaving you completely exposed. Ass up, face down, arms tied and knees together by your pants. He pulls back for a second to admire his job, you look already ruined and it's been less than a couple of minutes.

You await, expectant, his next move, every single thought that was on your mind about how you should push him away and stand your ground, is silenced by the feral voices of your mind scratching the walls with the need for his mouth to be back on you.

“Look at you, birdie. Such a good girl all of a sudden. You are not a brat, you just need that attitude fuck out of you, right, doll?” He asks massaging your waist with both hands.

“Fuck you.” You mumble, and Ghost lands a slap right to your cunt making you scream and arch your back to find distance from him.

“Language, birdie!” He says chuckling, amused with the situation. “C’mon, play nice, love. Are you going to talk to Price?”

His finger starts to travel up and down your slit, collecting the juices flooding from your cunt. He teases your entrance without getting inside.

“No.” You declared, tired of being played with.

“No?” He ask genuinely surprised. “Oh, I think you will.” He lands another hard slap on your pussy, right on your clit, and position his fingers so that when you arch your back again, you fuck yourself right into his finger. A loud moan escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion.

He raises his hand up to your nape, grabs your hair in a handful and pulls lifting your head off the bed. “I wanna hear you sing, birdie.” His fingers begin to move inside and out of your cunt making you groan softly, raising in volume as his tongue finds her way back to your ass.

You can feel his drool drip down your ass to where his finger is fucking your pussy, only adding to the mess. He uses the knuckle of his middle fingers to brush against your clit making you mewl and causing him to chuckle again. He can feel you clenching around his finger, and he pulls back to ask again. “Are you going to talk to Price?”

“No, fuck, no I won't.” You scream back. And immediately you wish you didn't. Ghost draws his finger back, and remains holding your head but otherwise untouched.

“Wrong answer again, doll. C’mon, tell me what I want to hear and I'll give you what want to get. Are you going to talk to Price?” He asks. “No!” You answer, and the hardest slap to date lands on your ass making you cry out in pain. “Last chance, birdie. Are you going to talk to Price?” He asks again.

You bite your lip, an inner battle going inside your mind. The stubbornness in you taking the lead, not even being reasonable, just stubborn. Another hit snaps you out of it. “Shit! Fine! Whatever, I'll talk to him.”

“Good girl, birdie.” He grumbles against your ear as his fingers start to piston in and out of your cunt, the sting of the stretch by the second finger completely buried under the waves of pleasure. He keeps whispering pure filth onto your ears, unable to hear him over the ring of your ears caused by the stimulus on your weak point.

You feel drool drip down your chin into the sheets, but you can only focus on the tight knot inside your body. It's unfair how easy it seems to be for these men to make you come undone with barely touching you, it makes you think about those mediocre ex-lovers who would put the blame on you for taking so long to cum. Fuck them, these men, Kyle, Price and Ghost had you coming in minutes without even taking off their clothes.

Ghost brushed his knuckles against your clit again, and you can only moan his name before you are gushing over his hand. He helps you ride out your orgasm and slowly draws back his fingers.

He stands up chuckling softly, you hear him walk into the bathroom, you hear the faucet open and close and then hear him walk back.

You feel the cold wet towel between your legs and it makes you jump off the surprise. “Sorry, you spend all the warm water, doll.” He says still snickering. He drops the towel on the table, pulls your underwear and pants up, takes his belt back and lies next to you caressing your hair. “Solid, birdie?”

You shake your head. “Pretty sure I'm liquid now, Ghost” You say absent-mindedly and rub your eyes as you yawn. He may have fingered the attitude out of you, but he also fuck the energy out.

“I think it's time for me to leave, thank you for the dinner, birdie. And for the desert.” He says, smiling at you. He lands a peck on your temple and stands up. “Lock your door when I leave. And talk to Price.”

When he turns his back at you, you roll your eyes standing up as well to close the door. He turns on his heels and looks down on you. “And don't roll your eyes at me, birdie. Don't give me an attitude. Lock the door.” He says and lights a cigarette as he makes his way out of the building.

While you're are cleaning everything, tidying your room, getting ready to get into your bed when you get a message from a contact that is just a skull emoji.

💀: Lock the door, birdie.

That's what you get for trusting him with you phone to order food.

“So she didn't say why?” Price asks Simon as he sits in the booth at the pub.

The both of them met there, a pub close to your house, Price too anxious to wait to get back to base to find out about Ghost’s discoveries.

“Negative.” Ghost answers setting the pints down. “She did make a great point, Captain.”

“Which is?” Price ask expecting

“We don't even know her name. Well, we do because of the background check we did to find her, but any of us have asked her.” Ghost responds. “And I thought you were the less hotheaded of the team, Captain.”

Ghost shakes his head as he laughs.

“Maybe try to talk to her when you are not saving her life? Maybe she will feel less overwhelmed then.” Ghost says taking his phone out to check his messages when he notices the vibrations. “Talking about the little bird.”

🐦: I told you I locked the dor

🐦: door*

💀: Awesome

🐦: ?

🐦: Go away, Ghost

💀: What are you talking about, birdie?

🐦: Stop messing with my door, I'm trying to sleep, you weirdo.

💀: It's not me.

💀: Are you sure it's your door and not your neighbours?

🐦: what neighbour?

💀: You and the terrorist are the only tenants on the building?

🐦: STOP MESSING WITH THE DOOR

🐦: You are giving me the deposit money if you break it.

💀: I'm not at the door.

💀: Birdie?

💀: Don't ghost me now.

💀: Not on purpose.

💀: Birdie?

Ghost knit his brows at the lack of messages and look up to Price who seems lost in thought. “Maybe we need to save her again, Price. Your heart to heart talk will have to wait.”

7 minutes.

That's all it takes for Ghost and Price to reach your building. Guns in hands as soon as they saw your apartment door busted open.

Price felt his heart sink at the possibility of your being hurt, because of him and his inability to treat you the way he should. Waking up alone didn't hurt as much, he hadn't slept that good in who knows how long, and it was all thanks to the warmth of your body pressed against his.

So now, that only now has he found this comfort, the thought of it being ripped away from him before he could mend his error, was truly heartbreaking.

The nice thing about your house being this small, is that there is not a corner that remains unchecked. And still, you are nowhere to be seen.

But your flat is a mess. The dishes are broken all over the hall and kitchen floor, the fridge is leaning against the wall obviously having been pushed, your clothes are thrown all over the place, your mattress is cut out it's inside thrown around, your clothes mixing with the rest of the mess on the floor, and your wall…

“You will pay for your actions, whore.”

Can be read on the wall, big letters occupying the whole wall.

Your TV is missing, only the metal skeleton that holds it to the wall it's on is place. And your window is busted, that's when he sees it, a chair. On your balcony, as if it was used by somebody to jump.

Price walks up to the balcony so fast, Ghost grabs his shirt unsure of the Captain's plan. “She probably jumped to the apartment next door, Captain. Let's check it.” The younger says to try and calm the Captain. He nods and they both make their way to the apartment next door.

It is just as destroyed as yours, but still, no sign of you. They make their way back to your apartment and Price sits down burying his face on his hands.

Ghost takes out his phone again and he calls you, anxious waiting for you to pick up. But you don't, instead, a silly music begins to sound from under your bed. Tranquillity floods their senses, only for it to be destroyed when the only thing they find is your phone under your bed.

“Fuckin’ hell, birdie. Where are you?” Ghost asks out loud.

THUMD

Both men whip their to the sound, and come face to face with your closet. Now, one of the things you like about your flat, is the closet. Built into the wall. With a ridiculously small space on top of it.

Both men look astonished, as a hand starts to crawl his way out of the false ceiling of the closet. You pop your head next, and when you confirm is the two men and not whoever entered your house just a couple of minutes ago, you start to bawl your eyes out.

When you heard the people force their way into your house, you automatically got yourself into the space on the false ceiling in your closet. You stayed there, contorted into yourself and used every ounce on yourself to not make a noise.

You heard how they rampaged your little home, how they screamed, how they destroyed everything.

It was merely a couple of seconds, but it felt like hours. And when you heard them come back for a second time, you were certain they would hear the beat of your heart. Until you hear what sounded like the sweetest desert on the universe, Ghost's voice, asking where you were.

The sheer fear that just saved your life, now turned you into a sobbing mess of tears and drool as you melt onto Ghost's arms once he holds you.

You feel Price's hand rubbing your back as he kisses your shoulder shushing you.

“It's all right, darling. We are here now. You are safe. No one is going to get to you now.”

Hii! 💗

Hoped you liked the new chapter, reader collecting these men like they are pokemon hehe wish that was me

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jacenbren · 2 years

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I am in a brainrot mood so I am subjecting y’all to my shitty random Ninjago headcanons because this show is already pretty gay but not quite gay enough:

Dr. Julien was autistic and wanted a son who would understand and be like him so he programmed Zane to be autistic too

After being in close proximity to so many explosions (because of his constant lighting shit on fire) Kai has pretty bad hearing loss

Nya made him special hearing aids because of this but Kai and most of the team are fluent in sign language

Jay has ADHD. I need not elaborate

Mans has so many stim toys its insane and he occasionally makes his own out of shit he has lying around

Speaking of Jay he has a lot of Lichtenberg scarring on his back and arms from using his powers

Kai also has a lot of scars from his powers but especially on his forearms and hands

His fight with the Boreal at the end of season 13 left him with some nasty nerve damage from frostbite when he blocked that ice blast so now Kai wears wrist braces sometimes

Cole has like half a dozen facial piercings most of which he has done himself in his bathroom with questionably safe equipment

He and Nya give each other new piercings/stick and poke tattoos sometimes

Nya gave Cole his snake bite piercings

Skylor and Kai tried to date after season 4 but it didnt really work out but they stayed friends and kinda forgot to tell everyone they broke up (at this point they’ve made a game out of how long they can make people think they’re still together)

Its been like 5 years and half the team hasn’t figured out that Kai and Zane started dating awhile ago

Kai sometimes drags Skylor to the nail salon and they get mani-pedis together while gossiping

Zane and Pixal have sort of a sibling dynamic/twin flame relationship

Pixal is dog autistic and Zane is cat autistic (don’t ask me to explain because I cant and if you get it You Get It)

Jay is the communal iPhone charger

Lloyd bleached his hair during his rebellious phase when he was still at Darkley’s but he got way too committed to the bit and Jay still isn’t convinced that Lloyd is actually a brunette

Morro hung around after DotD and he’s become kinda the equivalent of a mildly annoying poltergeist

Like he could leave and pass on if he wanted to but the Ninja kinda grew on him and he refuses to admit it so now he’s their resident insufferable asshole ghost

Jay collects beanie babies

Kai has a 1000000000-step hair/skincare routine and his products takes up like half the space in the bathroom

Cole doesn’t know how to ride a bicycle and at this point he’s too afraid to ask

Nya had a superwholock phase years ago and whenever Kai brings it up to fuck with her she punches him

Pixal liked to scare the living shit out of Kai and Zane when she was part of the Bounty’s computer by blasting All Star by Smash Mouth over the intercom whenever the security cameras caught them making out

Kai, Nya, and Morro all speak fluent Spanish

Skylor still has fangs from when she got turned into an Anacondrai and claims that she’s venomous (she actually isn’t but everyone’s too afraid to find out)

Ronin dabbled briefly in being a furry

Morro doesn’t actively seek out reality TV but whenever it happens to be on (like in the dentist waiting room or something) he gets way too invested

Lloyd is secretly a sucker for those trashy romance novels you can buy at the airport for like 5 bucks

Kai and Cole smoke weed together A Lot

Jay thinks that both of the Smith siblings are very attractive but he’s too embarrassed to say anything about it to Kai

Cole was a warrior cats kid

Nya has the highest alcohol tolerance on the entire team and frequently drinks people under the table

Kai, Nya: Public school

Jay, Zane, Pixal: Homeschooled

Cole, Lloyd: Private school

Lloyd was that kid in elementary school who used to hiss at and bite people (he still does as a grown ass man)

Jay is that friend who claims that they’re not gonna drink but has to get dragged home from the bar later

Zane wears exclusively Hawaiian shirts in the summer

Cole has this thing where his powers make mineral deposits build up in his pores and he gets acne with little bits of crystal stuck in his pimples

Kai is a functioning alcoholic

#lego ninjago #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #zane ninjago #nya ninjago #ninjago skylor #ninjago morro #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #headcanon #headcanons #ninjago

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sunnyie-eve · 3 years

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8 | Might die tonight

Series: Terror (Simon Kalivoda x OFC Fraser!)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language, smut

"Do you always check yourself out in the mirror when you get undressed?"

"I can't believe you're wearing that." Deena looks at us as we put on the head lights Josh handed us. "Can't believe you're above it wearing it when we're in the middle of the fucking woods and dead maniacs are after us," Kate tells her and we all make our way down to the car. "Okay, so I fell out of the car here. I was crawling and my nose was bleeding. And then." Sam retraces her steps. "I feel something." She pulls up chains and soon bones pop up too. "Not just chains," Simon adds. "Holy shit." I sigh. "Fier. It's her. It's her grave." Josh sees a lock with her name. "Oh no, no. No! This is bad! This is really bad!" Simon starts to panic. "No wonder the witch is pissed at us. I'd be pissed too. Sam disturbed her grave." Kate looks at her.

"Now she's sending her henchmen after us." Josh breathes out. "Henchmen? As in every one of those sickos on your wall is coming after us?" Kate asks him. "Did you hear that?" Josh looks back into the trees. "Hold up. Hold up. She's mad because we disturbed her grave, right?" Simon speaks up. "Yeah, so?" Deena asks. "So, let's un-disturb it. Just put the bones back, rebury them, and put her to rest." He suggests. "No, that's so stupid," Deena tells him. "No that's genius." I actually agree with him. "Yeah. In... in Poltergeist." Simon points at me. "Whatever. Let's do it quickly so we can go." Kate makes a point.

As everyone does things I see Josh walk away so I follow him. "What are you doing?" I ask him. "I heard something." He whispers to me. "Josh, have you ever seen a horror movie? You don't investigate any noises. Especially alone." I whisper yell at him. "You're here with me." He looks into the darkness. "Not the point. You're, we're, making the dumb decision right now." I tell him. "Guys! I think there's someone in the woods!" Josh shouts back at the group. "We need to hurry!" He tells them. "Did it work!" Kate shouts at us as we look around. Suddenly the Camp Nightwing Killer, Thomas, runs at us so I pulled Josh out of the way. Surprisingly he runs right past us to the group, making us run back to the ambulance.

"That was the Camp Nightwing Killer!" Josh tells the group. "That was a bust!" Kate shouts. "Yeah, maybe because it's not like the movies, okay? It's not as easy putting bones to rest!" Deena rants. "It should've worked. It always works!" Simon gets frustrated. "Maybe it's her missing hand," Josh suggests. "Who gives a shit? It doesn't matter. Hey, how do I not die?"" Kate shouts. "We! How do we not die! And I'm looking at you, witch nerd!" Simon shouts. "I... I don't know!" Josh yells at him. "They aren't after us!" I shout making Deena, Simon, and Josh look at me. "Liz is right. They're coming for me." Sam tells them. "What?" Deena asks. "I saw her again... The witch. She... I disturbed her grave. She wants me." Sam explains. "Yeah. Yeah, yeah. They're right. Nightwing ran right by Liz and me. Elizabeth pulled me out of his way, it was like he didn't even see us. He went for her." Josh explains.

"Guys, no! Ruby attacked Simon and Liz a little. Skull Mask came after us at home. And while you were babysitting!" Deena doesn't agree with them then Kate slams on the breaks coming back to us. "No, he didn't. Skull Mask didn't care about us. He wanted this. Sam's blood." She unzipped Simon's jacket. "Yeah! From the crash when Sam puked, period. It's Jaws, dude. A shark smelling blood. Kate's right. When we found Skeletor, he was all sniffy and weird with my shirt like a perv in a pantie shop." Simon explains. "Yeah, but he came to our house too," Deena says and I see her show. "Deena..." I nod my head at her foot and she looks down. "Sam bled on her bones, now the witch wants more of her blood!" Simon freaks out. "Okay, so what do they do in Jaws?" Sam asks, making me give her a look. "You don't know?" I get off-topic.

"They didn't go skinny-dipping with the goddamn bait," Kate adds. "She's not bait." Deena corrects her. "Yeah. She is. Seriously, if we're right and they're after her... let's give these assholes what they want." Josh tells us. "So what's the plan?" I ask. "We set up a trap and kill them." He tells us. "How do you kill something that's already dead?" I ask him. "Blow them up." We all just look at each other. "Where are we doing this?" Kate asks since she's the driver. "The high school," Deena tells her and we head to school. "When we get there we need to get clothes out of the lost and found. We have to make sure we have none of Sam's blood on our clothes." I tell the group. "Smart idea," Sam tells me.

Once at the school Simon goes to get the box and brings it back to the group. "Alright, we have to decontaminate. You can't have any of Sam's blood on you like Liz said." Josh tells us. "Well, not much I can do about that." Sam walks away and Deena follows as we pick clothes. "Deena, you have to get clean too! Not a single drop, okay?" Josh shouts at her. "Rub-a-dub-dub time!" Simon goes towards the boys' bathroom, and I was going to go in with him and Josh. I hated that we were all splitting up at a time like this. "Where are you going?" Kate asks me. "I don't wanna split up," I tell her. "I don't want to go in by myself." She tells me so Josh goes in with her. "But... I..." I stutter. "We're all in pairs now." Simon pulls me in.

"Why do people choose to spit up? Bad things happen." I explain to him. "Nothing bad will happen if Sam's blood isn't on anything," Simon explains. "Si, your shirt is still bloody. They will follow it." I pat his shoulder before walking away to change my clothes. I trusted Simon so I didn't care if he saw me change in and out of my clothes. "You know, I'm glad me and Sam aren't identical twins." I laughed while pulling off my shirt. Then dab my cut on my chest with a wet paper towel. "Why?" He laughs. "Identical twins have the same blood. And you know since they are after Sam's blood..." I look over at him as he cleans himself. "Very good point." He nods his head.

As I clean myself up I start to see Simon check himself out in the mirror. "Do you always check yourself out in the mirror when you get undressed?" I laugh at him while I take my pants off. "Yeah, also at the moment it's helping me." He keeps looking at himself in the mirror. Fuck it, Elizabeth. I take a deep breath in slowly walking over to him. "Helping you with what?" I smile. "Not looking at you. I'm being respectful." He stops looking in the mirror and looks up at the ceiling and over to the left too as I stop next to him. "Can you check my back?" I ask him moving my hair out of the way. "You're clean." He looks fast then away. "Simon." I turn to face him. "I want you to look at me." I grab his hand.

He slowly turns his head to look only at my face so I slowly walk backward so he can see my whole body. "I..." He tries not to look. "Even though the killers are only after Sam... It's still very possible we might die tonight if we get in their way. There's proof of that at the hospital." I laugh as he still ignores my body. "Simon, I have the hugest crush on you. You make me feel some type of way that makes me feel loved. And I never told you because I didn't want to ruin our friendship but now that there's the possibility of us dying too," I get cut off by his lips crashing onto mine. He backs me against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom, kissing me back fervently. I thread my fingers through his blond curls, and he sighs against my lips.

"I'm pretty sure we made out when we were both high on pills. I had a dream about it." He says kissing along my jaw. "I'm sure we did too. I had the same dream the next day." I tilt my head to the side to give him more access. "I've always had a crush on you, way before we became friends. Over time it's just getting bigger." He pulls back to look at me. "Whenever we joke about the because you love me... it's true." I look into his eyes making him smile. "It's true for me too." We lean back in so our lips locked again.

Our lips slowly moved in sync as the two of us made our way towards the sink he was previously standing at. He picks me up, placing me on the cold sink deepening the kiss. "You think the others are going to pound town?" He says while kissing me. "Who said we're going to pound town?'' I laugh as his hands move down my thighs. "We might die tonight." He pulls back rubbing my thighs. "Oh, I know." I run my hands up his chest. "You wanna go to pound town? If not we can just keep making out." His hands get closer to my heat. "I got a one-way ticket," I smirk at him while I unhook my bra slowly taking it off. "God." He just stares at me before I pull him back in for a kiss.

Simon's mouth began to move beautifully along my jaw again and down to my collarbone. He was careful around and on the cut I got from Ruby. "Simon, please." And with that, he swiftly pulled my underwear down and off of my body so now I was fully exposed to him. Suddenly I wanted to cover myself up, starting to feel embarrassed and shy. "You're fucking beautiful, so stop it." He softly let out, a hint of raspiness in his voice. I felt his gentle hands move along my thigh, reaching me exactly where I needed him. I leaned my head back as his fingers began sliding through my folds. A moan left my mouth as he slowly pushed a finger inside, pumping it at just the right speed. I squeeze my eyes as I throw my head back more as he pushed in another finger.

Moans just kept escaping before I could even stop them. All of a sudden his finger left me so I looked back at him. "Are you sure you wanna do this, Lizzy?" He asked in barely more than a whisper. "More than anything. Especially if there's a chance one of us or both of us dies tonight." I meant everything I was saying. Before I knew it, he was ridding himself of his underwear. I just stare at it making him laugh, "You sure sure?" He asks me again. "I'm really sure." I nod my head. I wasn't used to seeing Simon nervous like this as he guided himself.

My breath hitched as I felt him slowly start to enter me. He stopped about halfway to let me adjust, looking at your face for any signs of pain. After a few more seconds, he kept going till he was finally inside of me. Of course, the feeling was unfamiliar but wasn't uncomfortable for me. He began to slowly pull himself out and push back in. Sweet curses left his mouth as he continued and my head leaned back and soft moans left my mouth. "Fuck." Was all he could say and I couldn't even speak. All I could do was moan. I grip his shoulders as I feel my orgasm approaching. "Shit, Si," I try to keep quiet. "Shit, me too," Was all I heard him say before I felt him cum inside of me. All of a sudden I felt myself cumming too as his moves slowed down and came to a jerky stop.

When he pulls out I lean forward resting my head on him as he rests his head on top of mine. "I was supposed to pull out but I was too in the moment." He groans, making me laugh. "Simon, I'm on the pill so it's fine." I pick my head up cupping his face. "What if that's not enough?" He laughs. "I would be a horrible father. I can barely take care of myself even working two shifts to help out my family." He looks me in the eyes. "If that does happen...You would be a wonderful father if we make it out alive tonight. Plus I have a wonderful dad to help us out. Now we need to get dressed." I kiss him then jump off the sink getting dressed.

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Class Is In

#SL #ClassIsIn

Written by @DamagedBrother and @OfFeatherNFang

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Mal:

I shifted uncomfortably. It wasn’t even the first time, but thank fuck, none of my new ‘students’ seemed to notice. As each of the Brothers filed in, taking various seats at the front of the room, I resisted the urge to up and fucking leave. Instead I clenched the black dry erase marker, my eyes straying to Zsadist, who watched me with a small, reassuring smile. My free hand absently brushed over the new scar beneath my shirt, reminding me of what I was doing, and why.

My most recent hospital stay had ended only a few days earlier, and while I’d been approved to teach a classroom full of muscle clad, would-kick-the-shit-out-of-satan killers, I was still black listed from actually leaving the manse to go on rotation. So I had to take what I could get I guess.

As silence crept in with everyone settling the fuck down, I felt the even more uncomfortable weight of eyes on me, waiting for how I was going to wow them. I mean, this wasn’t a class on explosives, firearms, or the 52 ways you could kill a guy with your thumb. This was on the supernatural. Or, I guess, everything ELSE that was supernatural other than… well, us.

“Right, shit, well… here we go. Never been a public speaker, so bear the fuck with me while I figure this shit out,” I mutter, tapping the marker against my free hand. Rhage, helpfully, grinned and said ‘here, here’.

“Well, let’s start by cutting straight to the why’s of being here,” I say firmly, looking to Zsadist and giving a small nod. “Z had a demon hitch a ride. He was possessed,” I say flatly. “And demons gossip around the lava water cooler worse than chicks in a high school. If we don’t start taking precautions now, we could be seeing more of them. Or more of what happened…”

I managed to keep myself from brushing the scar this time, but nothing could quell the furious fire burning in me to ensure Zsadist would never, ever have to go through that shit again.

Zsadist:

I couldn’t help but keep my eyes locked onto my male. I mean let’s face it, I always wanted my eyes on him. But even more lately with what had gone down recently. I could have lost him. Lost the most important person in life at the hands of myself. Well technically not myself, but still, this meeting was important. It was important for the Brotherhood to learn some knowledge on a new threat we had.

Demons.

Shaking the thought from my head as I give my male an encouraging smile. He looked nervous as hell to be in front of the Brotherhood right now, about to teach them a thing or two of his enemies. Though I wanted to believe that my Brothers would behave and give them his full attention.

I couldn’t help but notice Mal’s hand as it crept closer to the new scar that I helped make on his body. Yes, this wasn’t my doing completely, but my hand was the one wielding the dagger. I had to stop letting myself believe this was all my fault, because it wasn’t.

The demons were another enemy that we needed to take down. So I made sure everyone was paying attention before my eyes landed on Mal once again.

Mal:

“I can honestly say I’ve never dealt with a demon possessing a vampire before, but then again, I don’t think the regular vampires they’re used to quite cut it…”

I frowned at that thought, but shrugged and kept going.

“Anyway, we’ll deal with the other breeds of vampires in another lesson,” I say absently, shaking my head. “And ghouls… werewolves… wendigos… poltergeists… well, you get the idea.” I waved my hand as if it would dismiss all the other breeds of supernatural beasties I’d just thrown out there. “Demons are our most pressing issue. How to identify one…”

Turning to the white board, I popped the top on my marker and started to write as I spoke.

“Flickering lights. While also a sign of a malevolent spirit, it can be an indicator that a strong demon is nearby. In their raw form, they look like dark black smoke. That smoke will seek access to your body through your nose and mouth,” I instruct, turning to look back at the Brothers.

All of whom were staring at me, wide eyed and… damn, I wasn’t sure. Angry? Disbelieving? Incredulous? I couldn’t pin it. But this shit was definitely not what they were used to dealing with, and I was going to need to give them a minute to absorb.

“Uh… ask questions, if you want. If it… makes it easier.”

Zsadist:

Whoa okay. That was a lot of knowledge my male just spilled. I was just accepting the fact that demons had entered our world, but all those other things? Hell no.

As I looked around the room I couldn’t help but notice my Brothers with the same blank look on their faces. Vishous was the first one to recover. I watched carefully as he lit a blunt then leaned across his desk.

“Well shit. Always figured there was more to life than just us and the humans.” Vishous said with a shrug.

Rhage’s brows drew in as he raised his hand. I couldn’t help but laugh as he played the role as a student. Once called on, by the very sexy teacher, he drops his hand and unwraps a lollipop.

“So...like all those things you are saying is bad? But how can that be true? I mean...Hadrian is a shifter and he isn’t bad. Used for bad things, sure, but that isn’t his fault. I guess what I’m saying is, what is trying to come for us currently? Do the demons work with the other parties that were mentioned?”

Ah yes, Hadrian.

Even though we were connected, I had a weird feeling that Rhage was tight with the male as well. Rhage once told me that he can relate to Hadrian in some way and hopes that they would get the chance to spend more time together.

Speaking of, I needed to check in with the shifter and make sure he was doing alright. We did manage to be on rotation together every now and then, but rarely did we have the time to chit chat. Maybe next time Mal was out fighting and I was at home I could see if Hadrian wanted to grab a beer. Couldn’t hurt.

Mal:

“Not all shifters are bad the way not all vampires are bad,” I conceded, nodding my head. “Hadrian is a special example too. Even in his world, being able to shift into more than one creature is rare. Most shifters, like werewolves, are bound to one animal.”

Pausing, I took in a breath, trying not to let myself be distracted by thoughts of Hadrian. The shifter being metaphysically bound to my mate was still a raw point for me, but I was working through it. Y’know. Slowly.

“But back to demons…” Lifting a hand to my shirt, I tugged down the collar just enough to reveal the pentacle tattoo across my chest. I also tried to ignore the quick way Z’s golden eyes narrowed at my potentially showing skin to his Brothers, but in this instance he was definitely going to have to breathe. “There are ways of ensuring a demon can’t possess you,” I explain. “This symbol is a protective one that repels demons. They can’t possess me. You can also wear the symbol, or other various amulets and protective talismans, to prevent it.”

Letting go of the shirt, I start a list.

“So, symbols. Talismans. Holy water,” I add, my tone rueful as I figured some of them were, undoubtedly, rolling their eyes. After all, holy water was also a mythical vampire repellent. “If a demon has already possessed a body, you can sometimes provoke them into revealing themselves by saying the name of God in latin.” I glance back at all of them. “Their eyes will turn a complete and glossy black with no iris at all. If they turn any other colour… well. Run like hell while screaming my name,” I say dryly.

Zsadist:

My eyes narrowed dangerously low when I watched Mal reveal his chest to my Brothers. Sure, they’ve seen his bare torso, but that doesn’t mean I wanted them sneaking a peek.

Quickly my head snaps in Vishous’s direction when he starts sketching in the notebook he brought to Mal’s class. Leaning over my desk to look over his shoulder only to reveal a drawing of the tattoo my male wore on his chest. Vishous continued to underline the shape as I leaned back into my seat. He probably had a plan of making some amulets for us to wear while out on rotation.

Everything Mal described sounded...insane. But I knew first hand that this was serious, and everything that he was saying was true.

“I can’t believe we are going to turn into demon hunters!” Rhage chimes in with a goofy smile.

I hold back a snort, turning my attention towards Tohrment as he clears his throat. All heads turn towards his direction.

“So...do these demons have a main purpose? Or do they just run around trying to find people to possess. Like we know what the lessers want...I was just wondering if these demons had an end goal.” Tohr murmurs as he crosses his arms.

Mal:

“Woah, hold your horses dragon boy,” I snort, shaking my head. “I don’t want to turn the Brotherhood into hunters. Believe it or not, there are hunters out there ready to track down demons and the like when they pop up and send them back to Hell. The ‘only’ reason I am teaching ‘anything’ right now is because… well, me being here could bring more of the nasties into our radar, and I want everyone at least prepared to handle it.”

Yeah. Fuck. I ‘so’ did not need to lead these leather clad killers into metaphysical battles. They were all about the bang bang motherfuckers, and you couldn’t waste a ghost or half the things I’d fought with just lead and blades alone.

“Case in point,” I continue, arching a brow. “Half the shit I deal with can’t be snuffed out with a few bullets or a well placed knife to the heart cavity, yeah? Banishing demons requires the seal of solomon and exorcism chants and a whole whack of shit. In the case of possession? Prevention is so much better than cure, so I just want everyone able to avoid it. Depending on who excels at these classes, I may go further to teach exorcisms.”

My eyes flicked to Zsadist, then to Vishous, the two I’d already pegged as most likely to be taught an exorcism. If Vishous didn’t go ahead and research the latin for it without me I’d be shocked.

“As far as a demon’s purpose…” I trailed off, sighed then shrugged. “Really, they want mayhem. They want souls. They don’t want to be in hell. So, all of the above and then some. The better their vessel, the more situated they are to get other demons up and included. So, a breed of rich, powerful vampires with all manner of weapons at their disposal would be ‘very’ appealing,” I add dryly. “So, to reiterate… demons flinch at the latin name of God, burn at the touch of holy water, have dark eyes and look like dark clouds of smoke when they come at you in raw form. Any questions?”

Zsadist:

Everyone kinda stayed quiet, some shook their heads as Mal asked if anyone had questions. Which honestly I was a little relieved at. That means that my Brothers were taking this seriously. Then again after they discovered Hadrian, and learned about shifters, they must believe that anything is possible at this point.

“Think this is a good starting point. We need to continue on and train to be able to handle the demons. Mal is right in a sense where we don’t need to go out and look for demons to destroy, but more so be equipped to handle them if they get in the way from our main goal.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as Rhage’s face fell. Maybe one day Rhage could go on a mission if any of Mal’s hunter friends ever needs a hand. Then again Hollywood actually might cause more damage.

Snorting at the thought as I look up to watch them file out slowly. Vishous stops in front of my mate to show him some things he wrote down then bumps his shoulder before following out after Butch. Figures V would be all about this. I’m sure he would be up all night doing research.

I lean back in my desk, keeping my eyes on my mate as a private smile slowly forms on my face. Something that my Brothers wouldn’t get to see. Slowly I move to get up, the wooden chair creaking beneath me as I shift my weight off of it.

“Well, that went...well.” I rumbled as I made my way over to the very handsome teacher. “What do you think?” My arms cross over my broad chest.

Mal:

With everyone getting the basics down and with no further questions, class seemed to be dismissed. As Vishous stopped to show me his mockup of the tattoo on my chest, I nodded, agreeing with his ideas of necklaces and arm bands bearing the symbol to protect the Brothers. They needed things that were easy to put on or keep close that wouldn’t get in the way of the fight.

Waiting for Z to come up, I felt myself relaxing the closer he got, until he was right there and I was leaning over to steal a kiss.

“You think it went well?” I murmur, grateful to hear it. “Could you tell I was nervous? Teaching classes is not really my schtick, but everyone seemed to… take it well.”

Sighing, I leant against the desk at the front and gestured backward at the board and the notes I’d made.

“I know this is new to everyone, but… I appreciate the enthusiasm.” Pausing, I looked my male over and felt a familiar and welcome rush of affection. “You okay?”

Zsadist:

The kiss was soft and I welcomed it by sliding my arms around Mal’s waist. Holding my mate against me as my hand lifted to graze his cheek.

“Yeah, now that everything's okay and you are healed.” I murmur as I avoid his gaze for a moment. Trying not to picture the moment I stabbed my own mate in the chest.

Clears my throat. “This is good. We needed this done in case we came in contact with another demon. It seems like everyone took it serious for the most part.” I snort thinking of Rhage then shrugs. “Do you feel good about continuing the lessons? I want to make sure every Brother is well equipped to take care of a demon if we come across one. Scribe, don’t need anyone else getting possessed and stabbing people in the manse.”

Mal could have died. So we needed to take this seriously and make sure everyone in the mansion was safe at all times. To think that we let a threat in, that I let a threat in, was unsettling.

Mal:

Nodding, I rubbed a hand down my mate’s arm reassuringly, looking at the empty classroom. I’d already started to take precautions of my own. The second I’d been released from the med wing I’d sought out, of all people, Fritz, asking for a layout of the grounds and every entrance. From there, I’d gone to each one and set up holy seals - wards to keep out demons and trap any that tried to enter.

“I’ve spoken with Vishous,” I murmur, still thinking about the wards. “I let him know about the wards I put near the entrances - asked him to figure out more permanent solutions to my chalk and salt displays. I think Fritz almost had a coronary when I drew on everything, threw salt everywhere, and told him he couldn’t clean it,” I add ruefully, flashing Z a smile. “But at least that’s a start. I should’ve thought of that when I moved in…”

The admission tasted sour on my tongue, and I looked away from the intensity of that golden gaze to better process my guilt. If I’d had devil’s traps set when I moved in, Zsadist and the demon hitching a ride wouldn’t have got past the door. He’d have been trapped, but performing an exorcism at that point would’ve been a lot fucking easier. But instead I’d been naive, thinking the demons and all the beasties I’d hunted would never find me in Caldwell. And Z had almost paid the price.

“I’m good with continuing lessons, not just on demons,” I said finally, letting out a breath. “And while I was honest when I said I don’t want the Brothers going hunting if I can help it, there is a perk to knowing I have back up if something goes down in our backyard.”

Zsadist:

“Don’t beat yourself up about that. Hell, I’m surprised this is the first time we have come in contact with them. With all the shit we dabble in you would have thought we would have seen them before” I shrug before reaching for my male. My hand cups his nape, forcing his gaze back to mine.

“Hey. You can’t beat yourself up over this, just like you told me that I can’t even though I do.” I snorted. “It’s done and you are safe in my arms.” My voice cracks slightly at that, holding him a little tighter in my arms.

“Everything is going well, and I’m grateful to have you teach us how to handle these demons.” I nod before slowly pulling away.

“Now...come on, let’s head back upstairs…”

My scarred lips turn up into a playful smirk as I start down the hallway. I couldn’t wait to have my male in our bed and to know that he was safe with me.

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Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: tiny bit of fluff, angst, pining, mentions of sex

Words: 2236

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this part, I would say that I’m sorry for the angst but I’m not haha! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I’ll be writing a Remus fic in a while and it’ll be in the same universe as this one! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Twelve

Christmas had always been an excellent time of year for Sirius, even when he had lived with his mum and brother in London because he’d always stay at Hogwarts. At Christmastime he was indescribably happy because he got to spend two whole interrupted weeks at his favourite place with his favourite people. It was also a good excuse to pull pranks – even Minnie didn’t get too angry at Christmas – and stuff himself full of food. There was an old saying that he lived by, ‘the calories don’t count at Christmas.’

However, this year he couldn’t wait for Christmas to be over, he and Y/N had had a tradition of bewitching snowballs to taunt Remus until he stopped being so sensible and joined in the fun. There was none of that this year, there was none of Y/N’s musical laughter or her teasing jokes and it caused his heart to constrict painfully.

Y/N hadn’t even spoken one word to him since the Yule Ball but every time she looked his way it seemed like she was close to bursting into tears. What hurt Sirius the most was the fact that she hadn’t even tried to speak to him, not since their argument. It was like his feelings were just all some game to her, but two could play at that game. She’d got everything she wanted and Sirius had lost her, all in a mere matter of days.

What made things worse was the fact that Regulus could now be seen strolling down the corridors with a huge grin on his face, he looked to be on top of the world. It made Sirius want to hex him.

It was the day before New Year’s Eve and he was out walking in the snow with his friends beneath the watery winter sunlight. The crisp winter afternoon was alive with the sounds of people screaming and laughing as they played in the powdery snow. Sirius glanced up with a sigh as he watched Y/N having fun with Remus and Peter. He felt a gloved hand on his arm and he turned to see that Lily was smiling at him sadly; her eyes almost had a mothering look to them.

“It will all work itself out, she misses you too even if she won’t say it, I know that she does. Regardless, you seem like you’re doing better.”

Sirius smiled at her, he appreciated her words but if Y/N really did miss him then he’d rather hear it from her, “thanks Lils, I’m doing alright. I just don’t want to cause any tensions between us, it’s pretty difficult being in the same friendship group,” he smiled and it started to snow lightly.

James slapped Sirius’ shoulder affectionately, shaking his head, “it’ll be fine mate, seriously. And hey, your bet with Y/N expires tomorrow at midnight. Soon you’ll be able to get your mind off her. I’m proud of you mate! I didn’t know that you had it in you.”

Sirius chuckled and kicked James in the shin, “hey, I’ve got as much self-control as the next person, don’t underestimate me.”

As they walked towards the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid’s hut, Sirius felt someone gently brush past his shoulder. It was a gentle brush but Sirius could tell that it was intentional, it was no accident. He turned his head to have a go at whoever had bumped into him – his temper was running short these days – but he remained silent when he saw who it was.

He felt his eyes sting and grow watery as he realised it was his little brother. Regulus had a genuine dimpled smile on his face as he strode across the sparkling damp lawn towards the frosted pumpkin patch where Y/N was talking to Remus and Peter. His blood boiled as Regulus dipped his head and kissed Y/N’s cheek. Sirius turned away so he didn’t catch the strained smile on Y/N’s face.

Sirius’ mind was reeling as he felt his heart harden, “I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

“Where are you going?” James called after him; Sirius merely threw out a wave at his friends as he strode up the hill.

He searched everywhere before he found Freya – the girl he’d taken to the Yule Ball – in the paved Slytherin courtyard, “oi, Barnes!” he called over and when she glanced up at him she smirked and her friends simpered as he grew closer.

“What do you want?” she licked her bottom lip as she glanced up at him from beneath her long eyelashes.

He shot her a smirk as he slung an arm around her shoulder and he whispered into her ear, “meet me in the boathouse at 7am sharp tomorrow morning. Don’t be late and don’t wear any underwear, it will only get in the way.”

“To be honest, I didn’t think that you’d talk to me again after the Yule Ball but of course I’ll meet you handsome,” she purred, catching his lower lip beneath her teeth, “see you tomorrow baby.” Sirius pressed a kiss to her cheek, winked at her before striding back into the warmth of the castle.

In the morning he was probably the first one to wake up – he had to time his plan correctly or it wouldn’t work – and for a split second he wondered why he was awake. Then, he remembered and a sly smile spread across his face, he didn’t have any second thoughts about what he was about to do. He could be really cruel when he wanted to be, though it was a defence mechanism but he’d never admit it.

Quickly and quietly he got dressed and crept through the portrait hole. On the way down to the boathouse he narrowly avoided Peeves the poltergeist who was dropping inkwells on the heads of unsuspecting students. He cackled manically at Sirius before he floated away to cause even more mischief. When Sirius arrived at the boathouse, Freya was already waiting for him inside. She smiled somewhat shyly when he approached her and looked her up and down; it was true that she was very pretty. Sirius almost felt bad for using her.

“Someone’s very punctual,” he laughed and kissed her cheek, Freya giggled and tugged at the ends of his hair, the feeling made shivers run down his spine.

“Well, if Sirius Black asks to meet you him at the crack of dawn then you’d better not be late,” she flushed as she chewed her bottom lip, “now, why don’t you show me why you asked me here?” she winked.

Sirius smirked as he backed her against the cold stone wall and he dipped his head to kiss her lips, his hands going on either side of her head. She smiled against his lips, winding her arms around his neck, digging her fingers into his hair; she seemed to be into what Sirius wanted to do. About ten minutes later they were in the throes of passion right against the wall of the boathouse, Freya’s legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her hands against his chest. Freya had wanted to skip the foreplay which had disappointed Sirius. Foreplay was one of his favourite things about sex.

He was keeping one eye on the time – Freya didn’t seem to realise that he was distracted by anything – there was only a couple of minutes to go. Like clockwork, a couple of minutes later Sirius’ ears pricked up as he heard footsteps halt behind him and he smirked, “Sirius?” she sniffled, her voice breaking as she said his name.

Sirius turned his head to look at her, Y/N had tears streaming down her cheeks like torrents of rain and her bottom lip trembled uncontrollably. He couldn’t understand how she still looked so beautiful when she cried, “how could you do this to me?”

Sirius pulled himself off of Bethany and put her down – ignoring her sounds of annoyance – and he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at Y/N, feeling triumphant, “what makes you think that this is about you?”

Y/N wiped her tears on the sleeve of her jumper and looked away from him, “you know that I come walking through here every morning at the same time. This is our place, Sirius.”

“Not anymore,” he hissed, not caring if his words hurt her.

Y/N looked like she was about to burst into fresh tears but instead she gave him a very angry look, “you know what?! I knew it, people like you can never change can you?” she threw her hands up, “that’s why you’ll always be alone! No wonder people prefer Regulus over you. It’s no wonder that I prefer him over you, I always have! He’s everything that you’re not.”

Her words caused a painful pang in his chest as he winced, he didn’t want her words to affect him this much, and she sounded so much like his mother. A look of satisfaction crossed her face, she knew that she had hurt him. She turned away from him and marched right out of the boathouse.

Freya spoke up which caused Sirius to jump, he’d forgotten that she was there, “I don’t like being used Sirius.”

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Ever since you had found Sirius having sex with that Slytherin girl in the boathouse – in the place you had once shared with Sirius – you wouldn’t even look at him or talk to him. It hurt that he was still so happy and you couldn’t be a part of it anymore. You weren’t going to give him the power to ruin your life. Not again. You had been spending more time with Regulus and you had sincerely enjoyed spending time with him. He would never hurt you the way Sirius had.

When classes started up again, Sirius came strolling into The Great Hall, looking extremely handsome, he had a massive smirk on his face like he’d just conquered the world. You noticed that instead of wearing his usual Gryffindor tie, he was wearing a Hufflepuff one instead.

“You’re wearing a Hufflepuff tie,” Peter pointed out the obvious as Sirius sat as far away from you as he could get.

Sirius smirked at Peter, “oh do I? We got dressed again in the dark,” he smirked, looking over at the Hufflepuff table. The girls all giggled and simpered as he looked over; one girl who was wearing his tie sent him a wave.

“Excuse me, I need to go and vomit,” you spoke through gritted teeth as you simply got up and walked out of The Great Hall. You didn’t bother looking back, though if you had you would have seen the longing look that Sirius gave you.

When you walked into the common room you noticed Remus – he hadn’t been at dinner – looking very nervous, he was bouncing his leg up and down, a sure tell for when he was nervous. All thoughts of Sirius left your mind, you had to make sure that your best friend was okay, “Remus, are you alright?”

He glanced up at you, his hazel eyes wide, “I’m fine,” he hesitated before blurting it all out, “I’m seeing someone, I’ve had my first time,” he blushed.

Wow, he’d certainly kept that quiet, you had no idea that he’d been seeing someone, “I had no idea,” you blushed as you fiddled with your fingers, “so, who is it?”

“Morgana,” he chewed his lip as you raised an eyebrow, she wasn’t a very nice person. Remus was way too good for her, “I know that you don’t like her but she’s nice once you get to know her properly. We’ve been seeing each other since November.”

“So,” you sat down next to him, resting a hand on his forearm, “what’s the problem? I’d like to help if I can.”

He let out a shaky breath and he smiled gratefully at you, “thanks Y/N. I thought that I’d be content with merely sleeping with her but the more time I spend with her then the more I want to ask her out.”

“So, why don’t you? What are you so afraid of? You should tell her, in case things go wrong between you, like they have for Sirius and I,” you chewed your lip. You wanted him to be happy, he deserved to be happy.

Remus kissed the side of your head and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, “it’s the usual reason why I never tell people my feelings,” he sighed, “it’s the whole werewolf thing, I know I sound like a broken record but I don’t want to lump that on anyone. Nobody deserves it. And besides, I’m just not good enough for her.”

“Remus!” you frowned as you scolded him, “she’s the one who doesn’t deserve you! Don’t you ever say that about yourself, don’t you say that you’re not good enough. Because you are Remus, you’re so good, don’t ever forget that! Being a werewolf does not define who you are. I can help you if you want, I can help you talk to her?”

“You’ll help me? Really, you will?” he asked, his hazel eyes bright and hopeful as a slow smile slid onto his face.

“Of course Remus, I’ll always help you. You’re my friend,” you grinned at him as you kissed his cheek. Helping Remus would surely take your mind off things and he deserved to be with the girl he wanted.

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Oooooo if 3-E were supernatural creatures who would be what 👀👀👀

Oooohh this is interesting to think about! I’m sorry, I don’t know a lot haha so I did some research to have more options!!

Karma: Demon

I feel like I don’t need to elaborate on this too much lmao. The boy is mischievous, LOVES to mess with mortals for no reason. When he’s feeling a particularly strong emotion, usually rage, excitement, etc, his eyes glow a shade of yellow-gold (like what canon showed)

Isogai: Demi-God

His crazy perfection in everything has to come from somewhere. His father was a God who left his realm and lost his immortality to be with Isogai’s mother, a mortal. Isogai only became aware of his heritage after his father’s passing.

Okajima: Half-Angel

LMAO I mostly picked this for the irony, but it kinda fits ngl. He’s generally a good, loyal, kind person and a very good friend. His perverted nature is his one big flaw and comes from the influence of his mortal father, who was his main guardian since his mother remained on Heaven.

Okano: Werewolf

I’m gonna credit this one to @greengargouille haha. They made a wonderful post about this idea that I still adore with my whole heart. But yeah, Okano being a badass werewolf with crazy athleticism and defying femininity expectations? Yes please.

Okuda: Witch

She excels in potion-making, of course. She comes from a long line of witches and magic-users in her family. So she feels quite a bit of pressure to be successful. She’s very talented but needs a tad bit more of control in her magic.

Kataoka: Mermaid

This one shouldn’t be a surprise haha. She’s a very strong and powerful swimmer...but where does all that raw talent come from? Surprise, Megu is a mermaid and she can transform between her physical forms at will. She loves the water because it’s her home and what she knows best.

Kayano: Part-Phoenix

I don’t know how this works and how someone can be part-Phoenix lmao, but it fits her way too well. A being that goes out in flames and starts a new life...isn’t that basically what Kayano did after her reveal? Her new life is her going by Akari again and showing her true colors to the class.

Kanzaki: Goddess

She’s apart of a very royal family of gods...all with ridiculously high standards and little respect for her. Kanzaki is very powerful and has so much raw potential but she’s never been able to show it. Her best skills are teleportation, invisibility, and a strong grasp on aerokinesis.

Kimura: Centaur

I’m serious about this one lmao. He’s a very fast runner and impresses everyone, and it’s thanks to his strong physique and raw energy in centaur form. Don’t worry, he can shape-shift back to a human form, but he hates it because he loses his height and is back to being 160 cm.

Kurahashi: Fairy

Of course, this bright, sunny, cheerful sweet girl could only be a fairy. She has a very strong connection to nature and wildlife, to the point that if they’re harmed, she feels the pain. Her wings are very tiny at age 14 can easily hide underneath her clothes. But by adulthood, they’re grown and able to use for flight.

Nagisa: Half-Ghoul

Surprise...this soft boy is actually half-evil :’). His father is actually a ghoul, and Nagisa was very much unaware of it for all his life. Hiromi kept it a secret and tried to suppress that part of him too. Basically I imagine what it means for Nagisa is that death draws him, and his physiology is why he has such a high bloodlust. When he’s pushed to his limits, he’s terrifying... (cough Takaoka cough)

Sugaya: Wizard

He comes from a relatively average line of wizards, who all moved to the mortal realm and own artisan businesses. Sugaya wishes to do something similar and follow his passion for art. He mostly uses his magic for that, levitating his brushes, enhancing his work, creating new things. He’s quite talented at conjuring.

Sugino: Angel

Yes, I’m serious about this. Sugino is a very good person and always strives to lead others down the right path. He’s good at guiding, but even he wants to live for himself for once. So he learns what baseball is and grows a strong love for it.

Takebayashi: Wizard

Unlike Sugaya, he comes from a super prestigious line of successful and powerful wizards. His family is one of the top ones. He feels immense pressure to live up to them. His talents lie in fire magic, particularly creating explosions. And he’s a very skilled healer.

Chiba: Half-Dragon

Fitting considering his name 💜 He has the ability to change between his human and dragon form, but it’s very shaky for now. His eyes are a bright, terrifying shade of red, and it exposes his dragon heritage so he must hide it.

Terasaka: Half-Titan

His Titan physiology is the reason for his raw strength and physical prowess. He’s incredibly strong and has a high endurance, durability, stamina... He’s a talented fighter and will always use his advantage to protect his loved ones.

Nakamura: Siren

She hates being a siren so much. She has to deal with boring mortal guys all the time, who for some reason, love her voice. She gets a real kick out of fooling them though, and the pranks are always chaotic. Since she’s been having to sing and use her voice, she’s gotten the chance to learn many languages. She has an affinity for them, and wants to continue learning more.

Hazama: Witch

I know this is a little cliche. But in contrast to the potion-centered Okuda, Hazama excels in linguistic spells. She keeps a journal of every new one she learns, as well as images of herbs and such. She’s very interested in dark arts, but will only indulge in it with the presence of someone else, to make sure she doesn’t fall too deep.

Hayami: Witch

Wow I’m really repeating so many. Hayami is a very hardworking, talented witch. But she’s so focused on helping others, she tends to get taken advantage of unfortunately. She’s best at transfigurations, altering things to her (and others) liking. Her favorite test subject is Okajima. She’s quite talented in hand-to-hand combat and having kinetic vision, which helps in magic. She wants a cat as a familiar so badly.

Hara: Fairy

Hara says “fuck you” to the idea that fairies are traditionally small and frail. She’s proud of her physique and strength, and her interest in fighting. She’s still the sweetest fairy there could be, always looking after everyone and all of nature. She loves cooking and sharing it with as many people as she can find.

Fuwa: Ghost

Yep our crazy, lively Fuwa is a ghost! Specifically, she’s a poltergeist, the kind who try to create mischief in some way and move things around. The reason why Fuwa is kinda wild and open about her passions is so she can be noticed by people...if her presence isn’t being acknowledged, she loses her physical form and goes back to being a transparent spirit. It isn’t all bad though. Her favorite thing to do is read mangas in ghost form, so all people see is a floating copy of One Piece.

Maehara: Vampire

This one is a little cliche lmao, but he’s a vampire playboy who always ends up accidentally turning his girlfriends into vampires too with his bites. No one ever suspects him of being a vampire since he looks like sunshine incarnate. He’s quite reckless and has come close to being exposed multiple times, and Isogai always scolds him.

Mimura: Elf

Poor boy is a little insecure about being an Elf...he tries his best not to stand out, especially given his dad’s love for the spotlight. He is good at basic magic, slightly above average. His best talent and what he excels at is photokinesis. He uses it on his filming hobby, to change what’s on camera, adjust lighting, etc. He can go as far as even completely remove shadows from the sunlight.

Muramatsu: Alchemist

He comes from a relatively average family of alchemists that used their abilities for culinary purposes. He enjoys it a lot, and is very talented. He prefers to rely on physical prowess when it comes to fights, but is able to use his alchemy additionally.

Yada: Vampire

Yada is the hot vampire girlfriend we all wish we had 😔 Just kidding haha. But yes, she’s a vampire and no one would ever expect it with how good she is at hiding. She plans out her life and days to specifically avoid sunlight, garlic, etc. She’s a very busy member of the school community and has tons of friends and connections. She and Maehara, her fellow vampire, constantly compete to see who can get more dates.

Yoshida: Werewolf

This is slightly cliche since he’s the resident bad boy, but it fits. He tries to keep a tough image even in human form partly since his family taught him to do so, and because it is comfortable for him. But he’s a softie deep down, and is nowhere near as ruthless as he’s believed to be.

Ritsu: Magic Mirror?

Hmm this is kind of the only option I see fitting for her as it correlates to her role in canon. One classmate has to carry the mirror around for her to communicate, but she’s very powerful and helpful.

Itona: Mummy

Ok so storyline here: he was abandoned to die by his family centuries ago, and his 13 body was mummified against his will. In present time, Shiro awakens him, revives him, and uses him as a tool. He goes through a lot...but is able to live a peaceful life with 3-E once all that is over. He wears bandages almost everywhere, only exposing his eyes which glow yellow when he’s using his power.

Bonus:

Gakushuu is a Demi-God, of course. He’s pretty annoyed that his elemental magic only extends to hydrokinesis and cryokinesis, but he’s still amazingly talented.

Ren is a Merman who flirts with girls at the beach with sappy poetry. He’s gotten caught in a fisher net too many times.

Seo is an Ogre.

#assclass #assassination classsroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #3-E #ask #gakushuu asano #ren sakakibara #seo tomoya #fantasy au #?

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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The Naughty Poltergeist

TITLE :The Naughty Poltergeist

CHAPTER: #1 of ?

AUTHOR'S: lokilover9 & velvetzybanshee

RATING: M

NOTES: This one shot is based on Loki having paid penance for ruining Thor's coronation. He never fell from the bifrost, nor attacked earth and is now free. Not to discount his true history, we just thought he deserved some happy. As for Felipe, he's based on the Spanish character Agador Spartacus, from the movie The Birdcage and speaks in broken english.

EXTRAS: Madre = mother niña = girlfriend panocha = pussy

Original Imagine

Imagine thinking your new house is haunted. No one knows Loki lives there because he's always invisible and conjures furniture as needed. Disgruntled by your presence, he behaves like a poltergeist until one day you've had enough."I'm not leaving! Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happens for days and you think he's gone. Then while giving friends a tour, you find him naked on your bed drinking whiskey. "Cheers, darling. You did say show myself." Only you can see him and he follows you around like that for the remainder of their visit.

Loki was content residing on Midgard. With Thor King of Asgard remaining heavily influenced by Odin, he felt displaced as ever and decided to travel abroad. It was aloud providing he didn't hide from Heimdall and returned were the realm threatened, but that didn't mean he behaved. Midgard's continents teamed with beautiful maidens and Loki spent months at a time seducing them across the globe. Yet an introvert by nature, the constant socializing became exhausting. He needed intervals of solitude to rejuvenate his mind and cock. Indecisive of where, he conjured a world map, closed his eyes and randomly chose a location.

First attempt. "A Frost Giant in the Amazon? I think not."

Second. "Middle of the Bermuda Triangle? Know enough aliens already, thank you."

Third. "Inside and active volcano? Fenrir's arsehole." He scoffed.

Fourth. "Very well. Maine it is."

The god settled in a vacant Victorian evicting its two following buyers with 'ghostly' shenanigans. Yet to the king of this miniature palace's annoyance the next didn't frighten so easily.

Alexis was proud having bought her own house after a long divorce. Closer to friends and hours from meddling family, she'd thought herself free of troubles until sensing the place haunted. While unpacking, items started going missing and resurfacing in different places like her keys, clothing and once her vibrator after an evening of ménage à moi, disturbingly appeared in her dishwasher the next morning. Doors would slam, electricity short circuited, faucets unexpectedly ran, but most disconcerting was a voice randomly whispering 'mine' into her ear. Whether in the shower, her yard, doorways, the ghost didn't care. Alexis burned sage, had the house blessed, held a seance with a local paranormal group, but nothing helped. When returning after a long day at work to find half the main floor repacked, she angrily shouted into the air.

"Ha ha, trickster! You don't scare me and I am 'not' leaving!" She held up a large envelope. "This is 'my' crib and here's the deed to prove it. Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happened so she put everything back, showered, grabbed her vibrator and stormed into the upstairs corridor. "And one more thing! See this? Touch it again and I'll summon your ass with a ouija board and douse you in holy water!"

Loki inwardly chuckled. 'I'll be sure to bring a towel.' When she fell asleep reading in bed, he snuck a peek at what had intrigued her. 'Smutty fanfiction? Tisk, darling. Who could your heartthrob be? The name sounded familiar so he googled it. 'Ah, the actor from Crimson Peak. Good movie, but I'm much better looking. 'A wicked grin curled his lips when she moaned Tom's name. 'Maybe I need to play a little 'dirtier.'

With the next several days uneventful, Alexis thought she'd frightened the ghost off when in reality he was buying time. Since moving her in friends offered extra hands in their free time, but it was her befriended neighbor, a single gay man with a flamboyant, funloving personality who'd helped the most. They met one afternoon when she peered over his fence to complain about blaring Salsa music as he hosted a pool party. Felipe was sunbathing in a yellow thong, wearing sunglasses with enough bling to impress Liberace and choked on a shot of tequila when she whipped a pebble at his head. He invited her over with a promise to adorn shorts, they hit it off and became besties.

Alexis planned to have other friends over for dinner one month after moving in, but with all the goings on had postponed twice. Now with a set date, Felipe was invited too and asked what she planned to cook.

"Who said anything about cooking? I suck at it Amigo and prefer no one hurling on my lawn."

She waved a take out menu and he dramatically gasped. "Chinese food for eight people? Where you gonna put up you blow job booth to pay the mortgage after?"

Alexis smirked. "You're such a slut, Felipe."

He shrugged. "Happy whoopie stick makes a happy me."

"I think I've forgotten what they look like."

"I show you mine, but no touchy touchy." She laughed, knowing he was kidding. "Too long without sex causes brain damage, niña. How long its been for you?"

"Since my ex and I separated nineteen months ago."

"Ay dios mio. I lend you my Dustbuster for the cobwebs down there."

"Not funny, Felipe."

"See. Abstinence makes everyone bitchy. My sister Maritza too. She was happy single before becoming a nun. Now she's Oscar the grouch with eyes like the chucky doll."

"How come you can pronounce words like 'abstinence' and 'cock' so well yet not others?" Alexis teased.

"Don't make me spank you. Come, we go shopping."

"For what?"

"I help you cook. We stay home and talk about cock, mine will curse me in Spanish. He's lonely too."

Alexis slipped on footwear.

"Why you wearing those?" Asked Felipe.

"What's wrong with flip flops?"

He stepped onto the porch. "You need something sexier, like bitch boots."

"It's ninety degrees in the shade today."

"So?"

Loki sighed when the door closed, relieved for some peace. He thought Felipe annoying enough as a neighbor yet worse as a guest who never stopped talking. So much so, he'd pondered concocting a tongue numbing spell, sneaking into his house and applying a heavy dose while he slept. But knowing his flair for drama, he'd run panicked to Alexis in the Boo from Monsters Inc. robe worn onto his deck every morning, carrying a note pleading to stay and until recovering, would hysterically sob each time he couldn't sing along to one of the show tunes on his phone. Loki opted to tolerate him for now. He'd be gone once Alexis left.

The day of feasting came and while she handled finishing touches around the house, Felipe prepared guacamole dip and ingredients for fajitas while mixing margaritas. Hearing music, Alexis snuck to the kitchen and started recording him singing to Bad Girl, by Donna Summer while dancing like a hussy.

"Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Hey mister, have you got a dime?

Hey mister, do you want to spend some time, ooh yeah

I got what you want, you got what I need

I’ll be your baby, come and spend it on me…"

He startled when noticing her. "Girlfrien', you post that on social media, I kill you."

Alexis propped her phone on the counter and joined in wildly shaking her chest.

Felipe tried the same. "No fair. I need big titties like yours to jiggle. Next time I bring tangerines and a bra."

Loki secretly watched on. 'Fucknuts.'

The three couples soon arrived. One, old neighbors of Alexis, Blake and Deidre, the others, her friends, Sage, Lisa and their newest flames Colby and Grant. She started a tour on the main floor then the upper leaving her bedroom for last. Excited to show it off, she was already opening the door as they shuffled out of the second.

"And this is my creme de la...eep!" She quietly squeaked once inside.

The resident spookster sat perched against her headboard sporting only what the Norn's delivered him to the universe in and winked pouring himself a whiskey. "You did say show myself, yes?"

She hurried out, slammed the door and her friends froze on approach. "Erm..wouldn't ya know I forgot to make my bed. Anyone for a drink?"

Alexis passed them for the stairs and cringed when Deidre spoke. She was nice enough, but sometimes persistent when it wasn't welcome. "Nonsense, friends don't care. Right everyone?"

Alexis continued down. "Enter at your risk then."

Felipe watched her rush by into the pantry, close the door, followed and closed it too. "What you are doing?"

"I can't go back out there."

"Why?"

"He's upstairs naked on my bed." She anxiously whispered.

"Which boyfriend? I take up the wooden spoon."

"No, the fucking ghost!"

"It's a man? Is he hot and what do I tell your peeps? You afraid to come out of the closet?"

"Felipe!"

"Sorry, it's the margaritas."

"I thought you the one person who believed my stories."

He eyed her sympathetically. "I do. You want I go bribe him to leave with a mcsqeezy?"

"Will you be serious? Ghosts aren't supposed to be naked. One look at him and everyone will think I invited them for an orgy."

Blake and Grant came down first catching bits of their conversation and quietly conversed.

"Can't believe she's still imagining this ghost." Blake wise cracked. "I always told Deidre she had a screw loose."

"Nah." Said Grant. "Lexi's a smart cookie. Sounds more like she needs a man. There's one inside with her. Maybe they'll shag, knock some shit off shelves."

Felipe stuck his head out the door. "You not so quiet, cumquats. I gay. You want I show you my jolly green giant and shag 'you' inside against the creamed corn?"

Loki rubbed the back of his neck. 'I sacrificed prowling beaches of the French Riviera for this?'

Hearing the ladies coming, Alexis approached Blake and quietly inquired. "Still peeing in your wife's pond at night, murdering her koy? I'd see you through my bedroom blinds. Who's a few cans short of a six pack?"

"Oooh snap." Said Felipe.

Grant nudged the arse. "Let's chill in the dining room. There's a makeshift bar and appetizers."

The ladies entered the kitchen. "Who's a nincompoop?" Asked Deidre.

Felipe almost answered but pursed his lips together when Alexis loudly cleared her throat. "You know, just my ex."

"He sure is, honey."

"Your bed's made, girl." Said Sage. "The room looks great."

They all agreed passing through while thirty year old Lisa's younger boyfriend lingered. "Pretty awesome digs ya got here."

"Thanks." Replied Alexis.

Colby slid his hands into his pockets. "Soo..Lisa says you think it's haunted."

"Yep."

He spaced out for a second, staring at the floor. "I once thought a bat in our house was my dead uncle Howie haunting my parents for selling his mannequin of Vlad the Impaler. But hey, sometimes weird shit happens when you're stoned right?" Alexis and Felipe were saved when Lisa called him. "She misses me already. Laters."

"He looks fresh from his madres panocha." Commented Felipe.

"That's the way Lisa likes them. Says the younger they are, the easier it is to train them."

Loki rolled his eyes. 'Age is irrelevant.'

Felipe feigned fright by playfully biting his nails. "She bad. Maybe Colby wear a leash and bark like a good doggy for her?" He goofily imitated one in a deep voice. "Woof, woof..woof. Or maybe he sound like an angry chihuahua?"

Alexis smirked. "I have my own problems. A streaking phantom who now makes unexpected appearances."

Felipe gave her a margarita. "Cheers. These make everything better."

Alexis gulped down the beverage as he watched with raised brows. "Thanks. Next time that streaker appears, I'll just ignore him."

"Next time I give you smaller glass. Go enjoy you friends, niña"

She gave a thumbs up on her way out. "I got this. Easy peasy right?"

Loki mischievously grinned. 'Darling, I'm just getting started.

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saltandburnsis · 4 years

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pilot, pt. 1

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Jess

Age: 20

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,261

Summary: Dean and Y/N are off to find John in Jericho, but Dean has a stop to make and another passenger to pick up on the way.

A/N: All dialogue taken from the show will be in italics.

Dean looked to his co-pilot with a soft smile. The maps she'd been endlessly perusing—uselessly, for he'd given her a false destination—were now covering her torso like a much-to-small blanket. He felt terrible for lying to her, but this wasn't a time for an argument, and he'd known that's all he would've been in store for had he let her know they were making a stop before Jericho.

He’d spent his life protecting her, but he couldn't protect her from everything. He couldn't protect her from the pain of their brother leaving. And now, with their father missing, he couldn't protect her from whatever feelings may arise when she laid eyes on the middle Winchester. So, instead of continuing to dwell on his shortcomings, he turned his gaze back to the road, tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and pressed harder on the gas. A cloud of dust was all that followed the old car, which was just the way Dean liked it.

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Dean shook your arm, not violently by any means, but harder than you would've liked. You mumbled an incoherent complaint before rubbing your eyes and sitting up in the seat.

"We in Jericho yet?" You looked around outside, trying to make sense of the buildings in the darkness.

"Come on," Dean replied as he stepped out of the car and shut his door. You grumbled but obeyed, following him over to one of the buildings. You narrowed your eyes as he surveyed the fire escape on the side.

"Dean, what the hell do you think you're doing? Dad wouldn’t be in a place like this. I'm not breaking in without cause," you whispered, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We have cause. It's because I said we are. Just trust me." With that, he grabbed onto the rungs of the bottom balcony and hoisted himself up. You rolled your eyes but followed suit, silently trailing after your brother up four flights of stairs before he stopped at one of the windows.

"What are you doing leaving this open? Didn't you learn anything?" You heard him mutter as he slid his hands into the opening and slowly raised the window. Once he had it open, he swung one leg inside, then the other, poking his head out to look at you once he was in. "Coming?"

"If you tell me where the hell we are once I'm in," you replied, mimicking your brother's actions and entering the apartment. Rather than answer you, Dean began walking through the space, looking around at all that adorned the shelves and walls. You followed suit, eager for an answer. Just as you'd stopped to get a better look at one of the photos on the wall, a hand came at you from behind, grabbing your arm and flipping you onto the ground. The action knocked the wind out of you. As you stood and tried to catch your breath, the stranger began to fight with Dean. Within seconds, however, Dean had him pinned to the ground.

"Whoa. Easy, tiger." Dean flashed a smile down at the man.

"Dean? You scared the crap outta me," Sam scoffed incredulously. You narrowed your eyes. What the hell were you doing here?

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean was still grinning. That is, he was until Sam flipped the duo seemingly effortlessly and had Dean pinned to the ground. Dean chuckled in response. "Or not."

After the initial shock of being in the same room as your older brother for the first time in four years began to wear off and you’d found your voice, you crossed the room and stood over the two of them, arms crossed.

“You two finished?”

“Get off me.” Dean pushed Sam off of him. As Dean fixed his jacket, Sam took a few steps back, eyes never leaving you and Dean.

“Dean, Y/N. What the hell are you doing here?” You looked to Dean, eager to hear his response.

“Well, I was looking for a beer,” Dean answered with a smirk. Sam opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the light flicked on. The three of you looked over to the doorway to find a blonde woman watching you.

“Jess. Dean, Y/N. This is my girlfriend, Jessica.” Sam looked at both groups—his two worlds colliding—nervous after making the introductions.

Jess looked at him, eyes wide in surprise. “Wait, your brother and sister?” Dean smiled and gestured to her shirt.

“I love the Smurfs.” He began to walk over to her. “You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother’s league.” You rolled your eyes.

“Just let me put something on.” Jess started to turn away, but Dean piped up almost immediately.

“No, no. No, I wouldn’t dream of it, seriously.” You grabbed your brother’s arm and pulled him away from the girl, hitting the back of his head when he was close enough. He cast a quick glare at you before turning back to Jess.

“Anyway, we got to borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But nice meeting you.” Sam looked to Jess as Dean spoke, then quickly crossed the room to stand at her side.

“No. Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”

“Okay. Dad hasn’t been home in a few days,” Dean replied. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s words.

“So he’s working overtime on a “Miller Time” shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean looked down at the ground for a moment before turning back to Sam.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

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You and Dean stood in the living room while Sam was in the bedroom changing. Dean continued to peruse the pictures on the walls, avoiding your glare. Finally, you spoke up.

“What the hell are we doing here, Dean? He left, and we don’t need his help finding Dad.”

“If that thing has Dad, we’re going to need all the help we can get. Like it or not, we need Sam.”

“Yeah, the old Sam. But college boy? Who’s to say he’s not going to walk us out to the car just to tell us not to come back? We don’t need him. Dean, Dad could be in danger. Every minute we’re here trying to convince someone who won’t be convinced is time we’re not helping him,” you said, eyes darting over towards the closed bedroom door in case Sam walked out.

“You don’t think I know that? Y/N, we’ve got our best chance at finding Dad if we’re together. I’m not fighting about this.” You crossed your arms but remained silent. Sam emerged from the bedroom shortly after.

“Let’s go outside,” he stated, looking between you and Dean. Dean nodded and walked to the front door, leading the two of you out of the apartment.

“You know, you guys can’t just break in in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you,” Sam chastised as he followed Dean down the stairs.

“You’re not hearing me, Sammy. Dad’s missing. We need you to help us find him.”

“You remember the poltergeist in Amherst or the devil’s gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He’s always missing, and he’s always fine.” Sam stopped at the bottom of the stairs as Dean turned back to look at him, leaving you stuck behind him.

“Not for this long. Now, are you gonna come with us or not?”

“I’m not.”

“Why not?”

“I swore I was done hunting for good,” Sam stated. At this, you pushed past Sam to stand beside Dean.

“Come on,” Dean scoffed. ”It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad.” He started walking toward the building’s exit, you and Sam on his trail.

“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.” You looked up at your older brother.

“What was he supposed to do?” you questioned.

“I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, ‘don’t be afraid of the dark.’”

“‘Don’t be afraid of the dark?’” Dean was incredulous. “What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid. You know what’s out there.”

“Yeah, I know. Still—the way we grew up after Mom was killed, and Dad’s obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven’t found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find.”

“Save a lot of people doing it, too. What, are we supposed to sit back and knowingly let innocent people die just because we haven’t found that one thing?” You couldn’t keep from lashing out, anger clear in your voice. Did he really think every life they saved and every monster they destroyed was negated because you’d yet to find Yellow Eyes?

“No. I just…” Sam sighed and looked at Dean. “You think Mom would have wanted this for us?” You stormed outside and over to the car, Dean close behind you. Sam followed you both, continuing his questions. “The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, we were raised like warriors.”

“So, what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?” Dean looked back at his younger brother.

“No, not normal,” Sam replied. “Safe.”

“And that’s why you ran away. That’s why you abandoned your family,” you shot back.

“I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that’s what I’m doing.”

“That didn’t mean you had to leave Dean and me in the dust.” Your voice was softer with this, less angry and more sorrowful. Almost as if you didn’t want that heard. Sam opened his mouth to reply, but Dean spoke first.

“Dad’s in real trouble right now, if he’s not dead already. I can feel it. We can’t do this alone.”

“Yes, you can,” Sam countered before you could.

“Yeah. Well, I don’t want to.” Dean broke eye contact with Sam and looked down at the ground. Sam was silent for a minute before letting out a long sigh.

“What was he hunting?” Dean looked to you and you begrudgingly went into the backseat of the car, grabbing your backpack.

“It’s going to take me a minute to find everything,” you warned, mentally chastising yourself for throwing the papers in your bag so haphazardly before you left. The details of the demon you’d been pursuing and the information you’d helped John find before he left were intermingled in your bag. You made quick work of unshuffling the two cases.

“So when Dad left, why didn’t you guys go with him?” Sam asked Dean. Dean shrugged.

“The kid and I were working our own gigs down in New Orleans,” he replied, leaning back against the trunk of the car.

“Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?” Sam chuckled.

“I’m 26, dude.”

“Finally,” you tossed your bag back into the car and stepped closer to your brothers. “Alright, so, Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy—“ you handed one of the papers to Sam. “—they found his car, but he’d vanished. Completely M.I.A.”

“So maybe he was kidnapped,” Sam theorized, looking down at the paper. You scoffed and began handing him the rest of the papers one by one while Dean opened the trunk and began rooting around.

“Yeah, well, here’s another one in April. Another one in December ’04, ’03, ’98, ’92—10 of ‘em over the past 20 years—all men, all same 5-mile stretch of road,” you finished your explanation and looked to Dean. He finally found what he was looking for and continued the run-through.

“It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn’t heard from him since, which is bad enough, and then I got this voicemail yesterday.” Dean hit play on the tape player and held it out for Sam to hear.

“You know there’s EVP on that?” Sam asked once the recording had stopped.

“Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn’t it?” You rolled your eyes and took the tape player from Dean.

“I slowed it down and ran it through a GoldWave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.” You hit play and let the EVP play through.

“Never go home,” Sam repeated once the recording had finished. You handed Dean the player, and he stuck it back in the trunk before closing it up and turning back to Sam.

“You know, in almost two years, I’ve never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.” Sam sighed and looked at the apartment building before looking back at you and Dean.

“Alright, I’ll go. I’ll help you find him, but I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.” He turned away and started to head back into the apartment building. You furrowed your brow.

“What’s first thing Monday?” you called after him. Sam stopped and turned back to look at you.

“I have an interview.” He seemed uneasy telling you even that.

“What, a job interview?” Dean asked. “Skip it.”

“It’s a law school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate.” Sam straightened up a bit at this reveal, proud of his plans.

“Law school?” Dean questioned.

“So, we got a deal or not?”

………..

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idontcare4030 · 3 years

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I call this Au Insanity, It is basically unhinged Dark!Nico

Nico went off the deep end more then we were supposed to believe when he disappeared. He loses all morals and the second he gets in a bad situation and it shows. I'm mainly going to do like a story line for this one cuz it's the easiest way to explain it all.

Okay so if the seven plus we're going on a mission. Whether people wanted to believe or not it was hard to dismiss the fact that they were only facing smaller enemies of the big idea, monsters that suddenly increased in strength and people that were once at least a little bit controlled would do anything to kill the demigods. At first this seems not that bad, maybe it was just something weird happening but as they started facing more and more sophisticated enemies who suddenly were as feral as a common enemy they could tell something was wrong

They first started to realize something was going on with Nico as well whenever he asked Hazel in the middle of a fight if he could "just get this over with." It seemed that Hazel was a completely different person as she said no. She was colder and left no room for consideration

Soon after they were suddenly completely cornered by enemies that they normally didn't even bother them, to which hazel suddenly called out "just go ahead and do it." Suddenly everything went black and as soon as they could see again, every single Monster was gone. Later they overheard Hazel talking to Nico and she asked why did you do that to which he responded, "that got pretty gory, I didn't want anyone to see it"

Everything went downhill whenever the gods and goddess started getting controlled as well. this was when it was as obvious as possible that this was not normal. It wasn't like there was anyone big that were being controlled, but it just so happened that Insanity was one of the first that they faced. To which they made a comment that confused everyone. They said "how do you control yourself so well, you're worse than I am," to Nico. This was when they confronted Hazel. They didn't know what they were expecting but it wasn't for her say "yeah fine you got me, something's not right" She explained that while Nico was pretty stable, under certain situations he can choose to quote quote, "let go" of his control and basically his dark side (that many people already have ideas) of would take control.

It's under these situations where Nico would "censor" what everyone saw by using Shadows to fill their ears and cover their eyes so they'd had no clue what was going on. basically, these shadow figures would come to help him or he would fight off the enemies very quickly. He mainly only used it as a worst-case scenario.

The setbacks of this would be that he had any chance of losing control permanently if he did so too many times to quickly. And if he used them too much in a short amount of time ( if he was in very hard fight or if it was completely unnecessary for him to do what he did ) his eyes look glazed over and kind of red as a warning to anyone that already knows to back off. He would also get red eyes (AKA a warning) if he got extremely mad or if he was being pushed to his limit. If he gets in a very dark situation like he needs information or something he might end up leaning into the dark a little too much, at that point his eyes would turn bright red and the only way to calm him down was for him to do it himself since the only person who also knows how to (Bianica) ls dead.

Now back to the shadow people The shadow people aren't necessarily bad, they can most likely be treated as spirits that have simply lost their Humanity. These people found Nico at a young age, he does have quite the tendency to draw dark stuff in, and befriended him. The spirits the only want to help him and they'll leech off of his emotions just like the paranormal Community believe that Poltergeists do. basically shadow people are good and light people are bad to him.

The Shadows

So at a very young age he first met them. The others simply thought it was a imaginary friend but his family knew but something was off as soon as he suddenly had a new necklace with a seemingly changing number of gems on it. (Majority of the time it had two gems but at the most it had seven) after about a year or so of wearing it he suddenly stopped wearing it, though everyone didn't really think that was too special (he had a tendency for losing jewelry very easily) he was very worked up over it and he soon got a pair of earrings just to lose those ones too that's when the Shadows decided to bind to him instead of a piece of jewelry simply because they knew he would lose it.

He grew up with them choosing who to talk to and if they didn't talk to you you couldn't hear the Shadows. As he went to America suddenly he seemed to stop talking to the Shadows. His sister asked him what happened to them just for him to explain they weren't gone they just start talking less and less and now they only really seem to talk when he was alone.

By the time he was at Camp Half-Blood for the first time they barely ever talked only in situations that were deemed dire. They only started talking again whenever he ran into the underworld. They started consoling him teaching him and working with him though the grieving process, though he still felt alone. they were very mad at what had happened, it just so happens that emotion leeched onto Nico causing him to act irrationally and not be able to see past his own anger.The fact that the shadows and Nico can influence the others emotions ended up getting them stuck in a loop of anger that just kept getting worse, that's why they aren't very healthy per say to have around exactly.After all this happened the Shadows became more detached ended up just acting as spirits that were following him around, though they were much more powerful, they no longer influenced each others emotions as well as ending other setbacks the Bond caused.

They weren't simply there for him either, they also taught him things that you shouldn't know at a young age. Kind of like the song to be humans by Martina. It was stuff thats important, but messed him up. They basically guided him into being the person he is now, hyper aware of what's going on and really wanting to change it.

One day while they were in the middle of a lesson they suddenly saw the opposite of Shadows, we're going to call them light cuz that makes the most sense. The light Saw Nico as a threat of sorts. They thought that he knew too much even though the Shadows had been purposefully teaching him and basically he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and the lights tried to kill him. Because of this he doesn't really like talking about or dealing with any sort of light, most people just explain this as being a person whose most well versed in shadows (with the whole show traveling thing). They still come whenever he is in need and they still talk a lot of the time.

There are two main shadow people. They had died in the same area in two very different time periods and fell in love despite that. First the one that's most often referred to as J or Jeremy died in the 16-1900 in a small group of people in an odd part of Maine, then a few years later the lady often referred to as Chrissy died in the same area, eventually they met up and ended up attaching to the same item, the necklace, and over time the other people joined the necklace as well. It can be considered a cursed object because if the spirits don't approve of the person wearing the necklace, they will treat the person very badly until they give up the necklace. Nico never told anyone what happened to the original necklace but eventually the Shadows shifted onto the earrings right before whatever happened to the necklace happened. They seemed to have been turned into shadows against their will, though they don't like to talk about it. It's implied that the necklace was believed to hold a single demonic spirit so someone tried to cleanse it by speaking into existence that it had nothing attached to it, only to speak that the spirits were non human into existence instead, the man didn't want to live up the to the failure so the man chucked the necklace onto a crew ship and told the current owner of the necklace it didn't survive the cleansing.

Insanity nico mainly comes from him having a cult like loyalty to Midas as he refuses to process Bianca's death and nico suddenly turning on him. He was willing to do anything to get his sister back.

#nico di angelo #au #gore warning

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hydemind · 3 years

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Your thoughts on Isaac, William, Frankie an Jack 🎤?

OHHHHHH CROW I COULD GO ON ABOUT THEM FOR HOURS.

this post is SUPER FUCKING LONG so for the first time in my life im using a read more link.

I'm gonna start out with Will, who, a little fun fact, isn't actually named William! His full name is Willis Grossman. His parents thought it'd be funny. Will doesn't know his full name.

Here are some other fun facts about me and @functionentropy 's Will (along with other characters below) (he is also the one who has been making this entire creepypasta interp with me! Go check out their art or else /lh):

Will was born in the late 1800s early 1900s!

His parents were a lot like a Bonnie and Clyde duo, and they cared and loved for Will very, very much.

Will always looked up to Isaac! He wanted to be exactly like his grandpa when he grew up. Isaac was also a wonderful grandfather as well.

Will, on his 13th birthday, got Isaac's mask as a gift. When he got it, Isaac said to him: "keep it safe. It's a family heirloom.", Will uses that excuse as to why he still wears it to this day.

Speaking of Isaac, he's the underrealm equivalent to a tumblr sexyman. Everyone thinks he's hot shit, but that also goes for a lot of serial killers residing in the underrealm. Will unfortunately had to see his grandfather on magazine covers talking about the underrealm's HOTTEST NEW KILLER. He hates it.

Will ran away from home after Isaac died at around the age of 20 to 21, and considering he was a legal adult, his parents couldn't do much. They're still looking for him. (How, you may ask? Well, a little thing about the underrealm is that it stunts growth. You're essentially unable to die of old age down there. Think shitty immortality. His parents are looking for him, and they know he's in the underrealm- so that's how they are still around!)

Will had the worst time in the underrealm for the first few years he was down there. He wasn't immediately enrolled in the institution and he had a hard time holding down a job. Eventually he met Frankie! They live(d) in an apartment together. The first time Frankie met Will he thought he was Isaac and told his landlord and him HELL NO. Frankie does not like Isaac. Cue [will's offended gasp] and him saying he's his GRANDSON, and WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE ISAAC SUCKED? Cue Frankie making fun of him for being a grandpa's boy.

Frankie and Will had a bumpy relationship for a while. Will wasn't always a good person. Not really bad, just a fucking dumbass.

Speaking of Frankie...

Here's stuff about Frankie!

Frankie's origin story is essentially the same in this interp. Except for the fact that Frankie very much HAD A PAST. (which. If u wanna know more........I would love to talk about it......but this is about CURRENT Frankie so if u wanna know more bro just pop up in my dms or send another ask im feeling wild tonight)

After Amy passed (which was NOT due in part to the operator in this universe. The operator just found her like that) he was found by Bell (prince beelzebub, ruler of the underrealm at that point). You should know Frankie wasn't always an adjusted and normal fuckin person. He was like a rabid dog for a good while there.

While Frankie was unhinged he fucking death rolled Daisy the first time they met. (Daisy is an oc! I'm willing to talk more about him if you want the deets. He's interesting :]) because of this Daisy is the only one allowed to openly make fun of Frankie. (Playfully, of course.)

Daisy and Bell both basically helped Frankie adjust to society.

Frankie is autistic! So is Will. And Isaac. All. Everyone. Everyone has autism. (Shhhh. i'm projecting.)

Frankie can see souls! He's a very good judge of character because of it. However Frankie doesn't know what he's seeing is people's souls.

Frankie goes specifically after bad people. He'll take jobs from bad people, but he'll kill them, too. He says "he's sending them back to where they belong".

Frankie was the first to really show Will killing isn't just something you do. It's more than that. Will had never really processed death and murder of his fellow man like that before. He has a hard time even processing people as people sometimes, outside those of whom he cares for. This is because of Isaac. Isaac taught Will that people are bad- all of them. And that killing them is preventing them from hurting others, even if they haven't yet.

Frankie is a good guy and honestly a softie deep down. He worries and cares for all those who are close to him, even if he doesn't act like it sometimes.

Frankie says Toby "kidnapped him" and "made him diseased". 1. Frankie can very much leave the household at any time and 2. Frankie is referring to the operator sickness. Speaking of that-

Frankie was dragged through the operator's own personal hell! (Aka the realm they reside in more often than not, aka the place that Tim gets tossed around in near the end of marble hornets.) Reason being was because he threatened Toby's life. The operator is very protective of Toby.

Speaking of that, someone else was around when Toby met Frankie...

ONTO LAUGHING JACK!

ohhh man. Oh man. Oh baby. This clown is FULL of illness. Alright. So let's start off simple:

Lj was of course, made for Isaac. That's still a consistency. What isn't is that lj was around Isaac for a lot longer than in the original story. They developed a very close bond over the years they knew eachother, but, all good things must come to an end.

Lj returned to his box when Isaac left for boarding school. However, unlike the original story....Isaac didn't really come back to open the box. In fact, the most Isaac did was...well, I'll wait to spill that for Isaac's part later.

However! Eventually the house got passed off to another family. Years, and it mean YEARS later someone found lj's box in the attic! They were an unfortunate casualty.

After this, lj went and hunted Isaac down. Cue gore filled murder scene.

Things to note: LJ feels HORRIBLE about what he did to Isaac. He regrets it everyday. He wishes he had never done that to him.

But, time skip a bit.. we're further in the future now. LJ has his carnival set up and hidden away in an empty spot in the forest. He eventually comes across a wandering spirit because of this. This wanderer just so happens to be Sally!

LJ takes her in and swears to protect her with his life. In a way, you could say he sees her as a chance of redemption.

Sally was a wandering spirit, meaning she never really was stuck to one spot in particular- also meaning she wasn't very strong. Because of this, LJ gave her some of his own angelic essence. This boosted Sally and essentially made her a poltergeist!

(Note: Sally doesn't know how she died. Also, none of the things in her og story happened to her in this one. Fuck mishimishi. All my homies hate mishimishi.)

A little while after this they actually meet Toby and Jeffery! But this is getting long and to explain THAT entire debacle would make it even longer. but again I fully invite you to send more asks or just straight up dm me if you wanna know!

Now, last, but certainly not least..

ISAAC GROSSMAN.

OH MAN. Isaac is a DOOZY. Just like LJ, this baby is chocked FULL of illnesses! *slaps the top of his head like the roof of a car* but also, fair warning here: im gonna be talking about some heavy stuff. Abuse, physical and mental, gore, just. Death in general. Cannibalism, and EXTREME MENTAL ILLNESS *loud airhorn* so if any of that stuff gets to you steer clear of this part!

Anyways, let's start out simple!

Isaac was born in victorian England.

Isaac's mother was terrible towards him. I'm talking mental and physical abuse. She was a horrible, horrible woman.

Isaac's father...he wasn't a good person either, but he didn't beat Isaac. Nor did he really mentally abuse him either. He just...let it happen. He didn't even hurt his mother like he did in the original story. Isaac's mother was just plain bad for no good reason.

Isaac was sort of. Born having mental illness. They didn't just develop for him due to the abuse he experienced, though they certainly DID make it worse. There were other mental issues he has now that developed due to the abuse, however.

LJ was quite literally a godsend for Isaac. Metaphorically and not Metaphorically. LJ made Isaac happy, gave him comfort, and was basically like the mom he never had.

that's why it was so hard on Isaac when he had to leave lj behind. For a while he even had hallucinations of lj while in boarding school (which only furthered his future belief that lj was a hallucination brought on by the need to cope).

Isaac's first technical "murder" you could say was at boarding school. He pushed a shitty teacher down the stairs when there was no one around and they died. It wasn't even premeditated- more like it just sort of..happened.

Eventually Isaac graduated. When he did, he promptly returned home and killed his parents, as you do. /s

Isaac killed his mom in a rather violent fashion in comparison to his father- he whiplashed her so hard she fucking died.

Not long after this Isaac started his..well. I guess you could call it career.

Basically you know what happens after that. human skin chair, yadda yadda yadda, underrealm's sexiest killer, you know the drill.

Isaac did more than the human skin chair though! In fact, he uh. He. He did a lot. He did. SO much. But that was because Isaac believed in not wasting any part of the body. Which means Isaac not only made human skin chairs, but he was an avid cannibal, as well. (Fun fact, this very much extended to Will's father, mother, and Will as well. Will didn't know they were eating human for a long time. He had to realize that on his own.)

Eventually, Isaac punched his ticket because of LJ. But..I'd be a liar to say he really died.

No, our wonderful boy Isaac didn't die. He became a ghoul. Which, by the way, only further fucked with Isaac mentally! He's so ill. Some other things happened which I won't say here because they're spoilers for the fanfic I'm working on (Oh yeah the hyperfixation is that bad, but if you wanna know, again, I fully invite you to ask), but basically Isaac eventually gets taxidermied by, drumroll please..TOBY!!!! yeah. Toby does taxidermy as a job. He invited a new type of it for taxidermying Isaac. It was to repay daisy for something he did for the group.

But to say, again, that THAT was Isaac's end, would be another lie! No no no. Isaac was alive during the entire process! The good news is that he's never looked better after he escaped daisy's house when it got exploded by Frankie. Which..that's uh..another story for another day. This post is already insanely long and I am NOT putting it in the main tags.

So yeah! Im absolutely crazy for these dudes and I love all of them. By the way if you couldn't guess before Frankie and Will very much get together and are so so gay. Another little thing: Isaac is gay too, he had a past relationship with a man by the name of Dr. Locklear! Locklear is French German and his accent shows it. They were very close but fell out because of Locklear being involved with the institution and...a certain foundation.

I'll leave it to you to ponder on that one.

#if you have any specific questions about them feel totally free to ask!!!! im so insane and i WILL talk about all of them for hours given #the chance #asks #shut up murphy #ALSO please dont reb/lo/g this im a little afraid of me and tropy's ideas being stolen sgjndfk #th ank

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isidar-mithrim · 4 years

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Letters from Hogwarts – Remus

For more than a thousand years, every summer, in the United Kingdom, the lives of a lucky cluster of eleven years old are radically changed.

These are the stories of four of them.

The third tells us of a child whose life had already changed when he was five years old, and who didn’t believe it could change again.

{Third installment of the “Letter from Hogwarts” series, but it stands alone}

{Thanks so much to @siderumincaelo for betaing!!}

{Letters from Hogwarts on Ao3: Neville; Gus; Remus – On Tumblr: Neville; Gus}

{‘Letters from Hogwarts’ on tumblr: Neville, Gus and Hermione; on Ao3: Neville, Gus, Remus and Hermione}

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“Lyall educated Remus at home, certain that he would never be able to set foot in school.

Shortly before Remus’s eleventh birthday, no less a person than Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, arrived uninvited on the Lupins’ doorstep. Flustered and frightened, Lyall and Hope tried to block his entrance, but somehow, five minutes later, Dumbledore was sitting at the fireside, eating crumpets and playing Gobstones with Remus.”

{Remus Lupin, Pottermore/Wizarding World}

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Of boggarts, Gobstones and cypress

Saturday 6th of March 6th, 1971

“So, do you remember what we said about boggarts?”

“The boggart is a shape-shifting creature that assumes the form of whatever frightens us the most, and it lives in confined spaces, like cupboards. To defeat it, we have to think of a funny form and then use a spell to make it assume that form, because if we’re able to laugh out loud, it’ll disappear.”

“Couldn’t have put it better myself,” said his father with a warm smile.

In other circumstances the praise would have made Remus beam with pride, but not this time. He swallowed and lowered his gaze, pretending to focus on the book pages.

“Hey.”

Remus kept his eyes down, but from Dad’s concerned tone he could tell he hadn’t fooled him.

“You can talk to me about everything, you know that, right?”

Nodding curtly, Remus turned the page and moved his gaze along the lines without actually reading.

His ruse went on for several pages before his dad drew a heavy sigh.

“Son,” he said softly. “Is everything okay?”

Remus raised his head, meeting his dad’s worried expression, and lightly shook his head. He swallowed, gathering up the courage to bring up the topic he had dwelled on for days. “What’s the thing that scares you the most?”

Dad closed his eyes and pinched his nose, taking a deep breath. “That something bad will happen to you or your mum.”

Something as bad as your son being bitten by a werewolf, thought Remus with a pang of guilt.

“And... that it’ll happen because of me.”

Not knowing what to say, Remus let silence fall, his gaze low.

It was Dad to break it, clearing his throat. “What about you? Do you know what’s your worst fear?”

Remus nodded, but stayed quiet for a bit. Even the mere thought made his heart clench, so he wasn’t sure he could admit it out loud.

“You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”

For a fleeting moment, Remus was tempted to take the offer, but then Dad squeezed his arm reassuringly, and Remus couldn’t hold back anymore.

“To never have friends,” he murmured. “But... I don’t know how to make it funny.”

Dad pushed Remus’s chin up with a finger and locked their gazes. “One day we’ll find a place where we can settle for a long time, and then I’m sure you’ll find amazing friends.” His tone was soothing, but his eyes were sad, and Remus could tell Dad didn’t truly believe that day would ever come. “Now, do you remember the incantation to change the boggart’s shape?”

“Riddikulus?”

“Excellent,” praised his dad, but Remus still couldn’t rejoice.

“When will I be able to try it? When can I cast some real spells?”

Dad looked wary. “It’s still early.”

“But… it’s my eleventh birthday in four days. And I know that I can’t go to Hogwarts, but I’ll need a wand even if I’ll study at home, and I was hoping…”

He trailed off, uncertain, but Dad gave him a nod, inviting him to continue, so Remus cleared his throat, hoping to sound casual and unaffected.

“I was hoping I could ask for one as a birthday present.”

“Remus…” Dad took a deep breath. “You know that children are not allowed to do magic outside Hogwarts.”

Of course Remus knew that, but there was something else he yearned to understand. He twisted his fingers together, so hard that it almost hurt. “What about kids that don’t go to Hogwarts?”

“Well, their parents have to ask for official permission...”

“You can ask, then!” exclaimed Remus with renewed enthusiasm.

Dad’s expression remained grim, though, and Remus’s stomach plummeted. “But it would put us on the Ministry radar, and we can’t risk that.” He swallowed. “What’s the next topic?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady and his eyes dry.

Only a couple of hours had passed when a cheerful, unexpected jingle diverted their attention from poltergeists.

Dad stood up and threw him a wary glance before walking towards the door. Remus hadn’t missed Dad’s worry, so he followed him with quiet steps, lurking beside the cupboard in the hallway to peer.

“It’s got to be a wizard,” whispered Mum, an eye glued to the peephole. “He’s wearing purple robes.”

She moved aside to give Dad space, and he peered through the spyhole as well.

“Dumbledore!” he exclaimed, aghast, and Remus’s heart thundered in his chest.

“In the flesh,” said an amused voice from behind the door. “I hoped we could have a chat.”

“About what?” asked Dad sharply, a trace of fear in his voice. He clenched a hand around his wand, and Remus held his breath. “What do you want with me?”

“Oh, I am afraid I have been misunderstood. I do not want anything from you. It is your son I’m here for,” said Dumbledore genially, as though this was a normal house call. Remus couldn’t believe his ears. “Now, would you be so kind to let me in, so we could talk? Your door looks lovely, but it is rather cold, out here.”

“Why do you want to talk with Remus?” asked Mum, inquisitive.

“I believe it is time to discuss his future education, Mrs Lupin. I would never want Remus to believe that being a werewolf precludes him the opportunity to be educated as any other wizard of his age.”

His parents shared a terrified look, but an unjustified, irrational excitement swept through Remus.

“Yes, I know he is a werewolf,” said Dumbledore with the tone of someone discussing trivial gossip. “I have known it for quite some time, actually, and if it had ever been my intention to report him, I would have seen to it years ago. Now that I think of it, if I were not here driven by the best of intentions, I would have already torn the door off its hinges, so why not step aside and invite me in?”

When his parents shared another doubtful glance, Remus almost left his hiding spot to beg them to let Dumbledore in, but it turned out there was no need. His father finally opened the door, welcoming the most famous living wizard into their house.

Dumbledore was a tall man with long white hair and a matching beard, which seemed even brighter in contrast with the deep purple of his cloak. He had a kind smile and piercing blue eyes behind a pair of half-moon spectacles, and Remus felt oddly drawn towards him. He kept staring at Dumbledore from his hiding spot while the Headmaster’s gaze wandered around, and suddenly they were looking right into each other’s eyes.

Remus jerked back, his heart hammering faster than ever.

“Hello, Remus,” said Dumbledore with amusement.

Caught in the act, Remus had no choice but to come forward, ignoring his parents’ surprised expressions. “Hello,” he mumbled.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” The Headmaster’s tone was amiable, and his smile warm. “Would you be so kind as to show me to your sitting room, Remus? I’d be delighted to offer one of my sherbet lemons in exchange,” he added with a wink, taking a sweet from his pocket and extending it to him.

In the living room, Dad lit a fire in the hearth with a wave of his wand, but Dumbledore’s gaze was fixed on a tiny box laid on the coffee table before the couches, a glint in his eyes.

“I have not played Gobstones in such a long time that I am afraid I have forgotten how to do it.”

Remus glanced at him, twisting his hands in his lap. “I could teach you, if you want...” he offered.

“That would be very kind of you.”

The old wizard sat on the floor with remarkable agility, and Remus openly stared at him.

“I believe it would be wise to start from the basic rules, my dear Remus,” said Dumbledore, crossing his leg beneath his purple robes. “I am all ears.”

When Remus had crushed Dumbledore twice and his mum’s tasty crumpets had been eaten, Dad finally dared to ask why the Headmaster had come visiting.

“I heard what happened to your son,” he said gravely.

“How?” asked Dad, a worried urgency in his voice. “We’ve been very careful. What gave us away?”

“Nothing has, Mr Lupin. I just happen to have ears within the werewolves.”

Then, to Remus’s surprise, Dumbledore turned toward him, looking right into his eyes. “It must be terribly hard for such a young boy to live with this condition.”

Remus tried to say something, but a lump in his throat had rendered him speechless, so he nodded, swallowing hard.

“I can not begin to imagine how difficult it must be not to engage with other children for that many years, and I think it is time to change that. I do not see any reasons to keep a mature, clever wizard like yourself from attending my school.”

Remus gaped at him, not daring to believe what he had just heard. “You mean… Hogwarts?”

“Yes, if my memory does not betray me that is exactly its name,” said Dumbledore with an amused wink.

“But, Professor, how could it be safe?” asked Mum, one hand squeezing Dad’s, the other clenching the arm of the couch.

“As it happens, my brother owns an old shack that nobody is willing to acquire. It is in Hogwarts, and with the appropriate spells it will serve as a safe place for Remus to transform. I will personally create a tunnel to connect it with the Hogwarts grounds; it will be the only way in, and our Herbology teacher will plant a Whomping Willow to protect the entrance.”

“A Whomping Willow?” asked Dad, perplexed.

“An incredibly powerful and rare tree, armed with animated branches that repel whoever gets too close, unless they press a certain knot in the trunk.”

Dumbledore made it all sound so easy, so manageable, but after more than five years spent moving from village to town as soon as someone commented on his peaky skin, Remus was reticent to believe that his greatest dream could become real. It sounded too good to be true.

“If that tree is this rare, how could you find one?”

“Oh, do not worry about that. A herbologist friend of mine owes me a favour.”

Remus was relieved, but he still couldn’t help thinking that Dumbledore must have missed something. His father probably thought the same, because he sent him a wary glance.

“Professor, Remus is getting stronger every year. Are you sure a tree will be enough to contain a grown werewolf?”

Remus jerked his head toward Dumbledore, his insides squirming with horror at the idea that he might break free, but the Headmaster smiled gently. “It most certainly will. Nonetheless, the tree won’t be the only measure we will adopt to keep the wolf inside. I assure you that only someone endowed with human intellect would be able to get out, but I daresay that no one gifted with that kind of intelligence would be so unwise to be present during the full moon,” said Dumbledore, an amused glint in his piercing eyes.

All those informations were reassuring, but there was another question that needed to be asked, a question that had lurked in the back of Remus’s mind since the moment he had been offered to go to Hogwarts.

“Professor… would I have to tell everybody what I am?”

“No!” exclaimed his mum, straightening up. “No, Professor, I won’t allow any –”

When Dumbledore raised a hand, she fell silent.

“The teaching staff will be informed, and any objections will be dealt with by myself. Other than that, the choice is yours, though given the unfortunate prejudices against werewolves, I believe Remus would have a more enjoyable time if his condition isn’t disclosed.”

An aching surge of relief washed over Remus, and when Dumbledore asked him what he thought about it, he needed a long moment to answer.

“Everybody thinks that werewolves want to hurt people,” he murmured. “That they’re evil. I don’t want my classmates to think that of me. I… I’d really like to have some friends.”

Wednesday 10th of March 6th, 1971

It was Mum’s voice that woke him from a restless sleep.

“Happy birthday, honey,” she said with affection, squeezing him in her arms and swinging him softly.

Remus hugged her back, and when he let go Mum cupped his face and gave him a peck on the forehead.

Dad got close and clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. “Happy birthday, sleepy boy. Now get up,” he added, poking his belly. “We have something very important to do.”

His parents were beaming, and Remus’s eyes flickered between them with trepidation. “What?”

“Well, a little bird told me that an eleven year old of my acquaintance would like a wand for his birthday…” said Mum, a huge grin on her face.

Remus gaped at them. “We’re going to buy a wand?”

When his parents nodded with excitement, words got stuck in Remus’s throat. He hugged them tight, and only as they walked toward the kitchen did he realise something was amiss.

“Why aren’t you at work, Dad?”

“Well, since the next transformation will be on Friday night, I won’t have to ask for leave the day after, so I thought I’d just take today instead.”

Remus looked at him with awe, thinking that Dad couldn’t have gotten him a better present.

“Good morning,” said a soft voice. Remus jerked his head from the thousand of narrow boxes neatly piled up to the ceiling. An old man was standing before him, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

“Pear, unicorn hair, eleven inches, springy,” he said, nodding at Dad. “I presume your wand still looks like new, Mr Lupin.”

Dad smiled. “It does.”

“Yes, yes, pear wood is well known among wandmakers for this remarkable characteristic,” said Mr Ollivander, nodding. He then turned towards Remus, his misty eyes roaming over his features without a blink. There was something slightly unnerving in his piercing, silvery gaze.

“What is your name, young boy?”

“Remus Lupin, sir.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Lupin. Now tell me,” – he pulled a long tape measure out of his pocket – “which is your wand arm?”

“I’m right-handed, sir.”

“Hold it out and stay still, then.”

After lifting his right arm, Remus didn’t move a muscle. Mr Ollivander told him about wand cores while he measured him from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and around his head.

Eventually, the wandmaker let the tape work on its own and began flitting around the shelves, pulling down boxes.

“That will do,” he said when he had picked up a wand. The tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor, and Remus felt a thrill of excitement.

“Try this one, Mr Lupin. Eleven inches and half, beech wood and unicorn hair; it’s rather bendy. The perfect match for a wizard wise beyond his years. Just wave it.”

Remus did, but nothing happened.

“No, no, no,” said Mr Ollivander, snatching it from his hand and picking up another box. “Try this other one: phoenix feather with cedar wood, twelve inches and a quarter, very flexible. The perfect match for an uncommonly loyal and perceptive wizard.”

He offered him the wand, and Remus took it, but yet again nothing happened.

A distressing thought started growing in Remus’s mind: what if wands didn’t like werewolves, and no one was ever going to work for him? Would he still be admitted to Hogwarts? And even if werewolves could use it, would Mr Ollivander find the right one, since he was missing that fundamental piece of information?

When the old wizard gave him another wand, Remus cast away those unwelcome thoughts. “Let’s try with dragon heartstring, eleven inches, swishy, rowan. A wand wood for the pure-hearted, known for its strong protection spells.”

Remus swung it more forcefully, clenching his jaw in the effort to focus, once more to no avail.

He felt a pang of aching concern, but Mr Ollivander didn’t falter. If anything, he looked even more excited.

“Don’t trouble yourself, Mr. Lupin,” he said, rummaging through the shelves. “It happens all the time. We’ll find the wand that favours you, I can assure you.”

He pulled out several boxes only to hastily put them back, until he finally took one in both hands, humming with intrigue. “I wonder… Cypress, unicorn hair, ten inches and a quarter, pliable.”

When Remus took it, a sudden, pleasant warm spread through his right hand.

Awed, he swished the wand through the air, and a stream of gold and red sparks shot out from the tip.

In the corner of the shop, his mum let out a stunned gasp, and his father cheered.

“Oh, bravo! Very good, very good indeed!” said Mr Ollivander with delight, while Mum reached Remus and squeezed his shoulder with pride. “It’s a great honor for me to sell this particular wand.”

“An honour?” asked Mum, a hint of curiosity in her voice. She probably thought she was missing something because she was a Muggle, but Remus had no idea what it meant either, and if Dad’s expression was of any indication, he didn’t know as well.

“You see, this wood is associated with nobility of spirit,” explained Mr Ollivander. “My ancestor, the great wandmaker Geraint Ollivander, believed that wizards and witches matched with a cypress wand would die a heroic death.”

Mum gulped, cupping her mouth with a hand.

“There’s nothing to worry about, Mrs Lupin. Fortunately, in these less bloodthirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to sacrifice their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress find their soulmates among the brave, the bold and the selfless, those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures. And that is why it is an honour to meet a wizard worthy of it, and why it should be a honour for that wizard to have it.”

“It is, sir,” Remus assured him, touched.

Deep down, he knew that if he were to find true friends at Hogwarts, he would be ready to sacrifice everything to save them.

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Happy Horror Awaits: Barbarella

Chapter two of “Happy Horror Awaits.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3696

First chapter: Visit to a Small Planet

Summary: Doing it alone is your life motto, especially when it comes to hunting. Sure it may be dangerous and sure the Winchesters might not like it but you do. Or that is at least until a certain change of events lead you to believe maybe being alone isn’t the best option.

Just So You Know: This is only my second fanfiction series so please let me know how I’m doing! This chapter is a bit Humid in levels of steaminess but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. The chapters will vary in length but do know, cliff hangers and twists are my specialty! (Gif credit to the wonderous: @supernaturalfreewill)

You took a peak at the mystery man as your eyes grew ten times bigger. Smiling down at you, with the sun glowing on his face and eyes sparking hazel-green, he pressed his lips into yours once more. This time, you didn’t reciprocate. “Uh,” you started to mumble as he gave you a confused look. “Um…”

“What is it, Y/n?” You stared at him in shock. “Baby?” You rub your eyes again at the startling sight.

“Uh, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam answers with a grin and a giggle, “Who else would it be?”

…

Sam’s body leans over on yours and he only stares at you with a smile. He goes back to kissing your neck and you become engulfed in his delightful smell. You couldn’t tell if it was his hair products or literally just his natural scent, but whatever it was, it was good. Really good.

Stop that.

His lips trace every inch of your skin. His soft, luxurious, luscious, lips. They felt as if they were embedded with cotton and laced with silk. They felt so good brushing against your skin.

I need to stop thinking about this.

Sam moved to your neck as he gently brushed your hair away from your face with his big soft hands. They fel--

STOP IT! Y/n, these thoughts are most definitely NOT okay!

You shake off the thoughts and uncomfortable comfortability that you have in the situation and gulp down whatever outburst that would’ve come out if you had found a complete stranger kissing you. But no, this was Sam.

This is Sam. Sam. Sam is kissing me. Why is Sam kissing me?

You started to turn your head away from his little nibbles as he got closer to your lips. The shocked expression on your face didn’t go away since it appeared. You just stared into the eyes of the glowing and iridescent Winchester as the sun coming from the window hits him perfectly, causing you to try and find anything else to think about other than how freakin’ attractive he was looking right now. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“S--Sa--Sam?” You muttered out. Sam looked down at you and raised his eyebrows in question.

“Yeah?” He asks with a worrisome look.

“Why--um, why are you kissing me?” Your words struggle to come out of your mouth as you begin to say them. Sam forms a content smile with his lips.

“Because,” he starts to lean down to your neck, “You are amazing…” He kisses once. “You are gorgeous…” He kisses twice. “And because you’re my lovely wife.” He kisses your lips again. “And kissing you is my favorite thing to do,” he answers with the biggest smile that you have ever seen Sam Winchester wear. “Well, one of my favorite things to do with you.”

Um… I… um… Hold on a second… Sam is laying half naked on top of me. I pray to God that it is at least half. I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst if he wasn’t.

You pause your thoughts momentarily as you look up to the younger Winchester and slowly shuffle your eyes downward.

O--Okay. That’s um…

Sam smiles at you as your eyes meet back up to his. He raises his eyebrow just a bit causing your heart to skip a beat. You gulp again.

STOP IT! Y/n! Get yourself in line! Right! Right. What is he doing?! He--He is kissing me! Why in the hell is kissing me! Wait… I’m sorry... WIFE?!

You start to sit up quickly causing the mammoth of a man to roll off of you. Words seem to disappear from your mouth and mind. Sam reaches for your arm but you yank it away.

“Baby?” He asks, concerned. You stare at him with wide eyes and chaotic thoughts.

“‘Baby?!’ ‘Wife?!’ Sam, what the hell is going on?!” You shout. Sam looks taken aback by your tone and question. You get up from the bed, trying to cover up whatever the nightgown let loose as you stumble throughout the room looking for any sign of normal.

“Honey?” Sam asks cautiously as he stands up and goes over to you. He puts his big hands on your shoulders, causing your composure to shake and heart to melt. You look at the madly muscular man and take very much notice of how he is only in a pair of boxers.

Damn.

Another gulp.

Damn. Look at those biceps… Look at the size of--NO! No, Y/n! No! Bad! Very, very bad!

“Baby, what’s wrong? You seem out of it,” Sam notices. You take a deep breath and move from his grip. You walk around the room and stop in your tracks when you find a picture of you, a very happy you, in Sam Winchester’s arms, with two kids, one of which you met earlier, being held in your arms. You take the picture off of the nail quickly to inspect it.

“This!” You shout as you hold the picture in Sam’s face. “This!”

“Yeah? What about it?” Sam questions, confused.

“How--” You stop speaking once you see a wedding band on your finger. “Wh--What the actual hell is this?!” You start to pace around the room, trying to recall what this was and how the hell you got here.

Okay! Okay! Okay! Calm down! Just, deep breaths, calm down. What do we remember? We remember having a fight with Sam and leaving the bunker. Then what happened? We left the bunker? I don’t know! Why don’t I know?!

Sam goes over and starts to take notice of your clearly upset and unhinged composure. “How about we sit down for a second, Y/n?” He suggests calmly. “Just take a seat and I’ll take the picture frame,” he says, holding out his hands as you reluctantly put the frame into his.

“Yeah,” you mumble. Your eyes try to return to the normal state of shockless expression that they were in prior to the recent events.

“Good. Good, girl.”

Did he just say ‘good girl’ to me?

He hangs the photo back on the wall as you remain standing in paralyzing shock. Once done, he takes your hand and guides you so sit on the edge of the bed with him. You follow his lead as you slowly sit down on the mattress, trying to collect your scattered thoughts.

“Sam,” you call out with a shaky breath as you look up to the male model, “What is happening?”

“Um,” Sam clears his throat. “I’m not exactly sure,” he says with a steady and intrigued voice. “What do you think is happening?” He gives an unsure smile.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” Your voice starts to rise but Sam immediately puts his arms on your shoulders, telling you to remain calm.

“Just walk me through whatever is going on with you,” Sam says with a pleasant and calmed tone. “Okay, Baby?” You look up to him with big eyes as he calls you a pet name for the fifth time in a row.

“Yeah,” you answer hesitantly, “Sure.” You give him a cheap smile and clear your throat. “Right. Um…” You become lost for words as the thought of his big arms around you become much more than just a thought. His arms are actually around you. His arms that were seen in a picture holding you. Your arms are in his arms, and in his arms your arms are there, and your arms have your hand attached to them, and on your hand is a wedding ring.

WHY IS THERE A WEDDING RING ON MY DAMN HAND?!

“‘Um…’ What?” Sam asks, shifting your focus back to the present moment.

“I don’t know! I just--Sam, I don’t know what’s going on!” You say, starting to begin your confusion filled ramblings. “I just, I remember us fighting back at the bunker and you grilling me about going on a hunt alone! And then I left you because you basically told me to leave and I was really upset. All I can remember is walking out the door and then waking up! Here! With you and you plus kids?! I don’t know what’s happening, Sam!” You exhale and start to rub your eyes trying to see again if this was just some weird dream. Sam pulls you close to him but you push him away. “No! None of this touchy-feely stuff until I understand what the hell is going on!” You demand.

“Okay!” Sam says with his hands raised in plea. “Alright, just, calm down. Take a breath,” he requests and you hesitantly comply. “So you said that you were hunting?”

“Yeah?” You respond not really understanding why he would question both of yours' livelihoods.

“Baby, I’ve never seen you hunt in your entire life and I know that you don’t even know how to properly hold a gun,” Sam explains with a little chuckle. Your eyes get even bigger when he suggests that you don’t know how to properly hold a firearm.

“Excuse me?!” You raise your voice and lean into his face. “I know how to shoot a gun alright! You name the weapon and I’ve used it! Guns! Swords! Lances! Bazookas for Pete’s sake! I can shoot and kill anything with anything!”

“Take it easy, Y/n!” Sam says trying to regain his threatened composure. “Just all I’m saying is that I, I have never known you to kill a turkey or a deer or anything like that. So hunting must just be apart of the dre--”

“Deer?! Turkey?! Sam, I wasn’t hunting, hunting!” You lean in again into Sam’s face as you become five seconds away from stabbing him in the chest from asking if you hunted a freaking deer.

“I’m sorry?” Sam questions.

“Monsters, Sam! I was hunting monsters! A poltergeist! A ghoul!” Your heartbeat starts to rise and race drastically. You stop talking in order to calm down and take a breather.

“Honey, I understand that nightmares can be scary and can feel really, really real but you are here now. You’re safe, okay?” Sam sees your shaking composure and pulls you into his arms. You stare up at him and then back down to the ground, unable to comprehend the sight of shirtless Sam in his underwear with his arms wrapped around your waist and chest. You sort through your thoughts as you try to calm down.

What the hell is happening? Why is this happening to me? What IS happening to me?

“This wasn’t a nightmare, Sam! This was real! It is real!” You stand up again, trying to leave Sam’s embrace, but as you do so, he takes hold of your hand. You look at him and it--he looks like Sam.

“Baby,” he says as he pulls you closer to him and looks into your eyes, “This was just a nightmare. No monsters, no hunting, no bazookas or bunkers. And I promise you, I’d never tell you to leave. I love you far too much for that.” He looks at you with worried eyes but a relaxed and loving presence. You start to calm down momentarily.

Look at him. Look at Sam. This has to be Sam. No other mere mortal could possess those puppy dog eyes or rippling pectoral--stop it! Stop. Whatever is going on, I’ve got to figure it out. And yelling at Sam isn’t going to help. Well, not help the situation at least.

Sam pulls you back onto the bed as he wraps his arms back around your waist. You don’t fight it. It’s just very surprising that this is normal for him to do. You tilt your head down once more, unable to view your surroundings. Your eyes look towards your feet and begin to follow up your leg, completely ignoring the other set of legs right beside it, but you notice something. You reach down as far as you can, with Sam’s big arms still holding you in his clutches, to your feet.

Where...

“What is it, Baby?” He asks as he lessens his grip. You remain focused on your legs and feet and then you look to your arms and shoulders. “Y/n?” Sam asks again. You shake his arms off as you begin to search through the room.

Where are they...

“Mirror,” you say, asking for its whereabouts.

“Um,” Sam stands up and walks over to a closet and opens it. A mirror hangs on the door and you immediately rush over to it. “Why do you need a mirror, Baby?”

Where are they?!

You raise up your nightgown just a bit to the point where you can see your thigh and a bit of the side of your waist. Sam walks up behind you and you see his reflection in the mirror. You turn around and notice that something is wrong with him too.

It’s gone.

“Y/n,” he says again, placing his hand on the side of our neck as the thoughts rush through your mind. “What is it?”

“They--” You try to form words but only manage incomplete sentences. “The scars, the tattoos, they’re all gone. Sam,” you call out as you place your hand on his chest where his anti-possession tattoo used to be, “It’s all gone.” You take a step back and sit on the edge of the bed, placing your head in your hands, trying to think for just a moment.

Everyone of my scars are gone. They are all just gone. The ones from the foster homes, from hellhounds, from my naïve childhood, they are just all gone. I'm as smooth as a freaking baby!

“This has got to be some dream right?!” You ask. “I mean, either this is a dream or--or a djinn, or just some, freaky, freaky accident!” Sam waltzes over and squats down in front of you. You look at him and into his worried and concerned filled eyes. He gently wraps one of his hands around yours and then takes his others to your forehead.

This is weird. I mean, not a bad weird. I’ve just never had Sam this close to me. The way he’s looking at me, holding my hands, it’s so gentle an--and compassionate. What the hell is going on here?

“Wh--Um, what are you doing?” You question quietly as he gives you a puzzled look.

“I’m seeing,” he stands up, “If you have a fever.”

“Do I? Is that what this is?” You ask. You didn’t really know for sure how a fever would make this possible but ‘fever dream’ was one way to describe the situation.

“Well, I don’t know,” Sam says as he walks around the room and opens a drawer. He gets out a pair of sweatpants and pulls them on. “I mean, you’re a little hot. But what you’re saying sounds like a nightmare. Definitely not something that would come from a fever.” Sam comes and sits back beside you on the bed. He gently brushes the hair away from your face as you remain sitting still. “All that matters is that you’re okay and that you are with me,” he says with a gentle smile. “And yes, you’re with me. No monsters. No nightmares. Just me and you.” He takes his hand and places it on the side of your neck, letting his thumb gently caress your red tinted cheek. “So, are you okay, Baby?”

No. Most definitely not. I don’t know what the hell is going on. Not even a little bit. The only thing that I know is that my name is Y/n and you are Sam. I don’t even know if you’re my Sam. So, no. I’m not okay.

“Yeah,” you let out with a troubled breath. “I’m okay,” you say with an unconvincing smile. There is no way in hell that you could tell him no. Apparently Mr. Hot Stuff here doesn't know anything either, yet knows more about what’s going on than you do. The way he’s looking at you though with all the monster talk, gives off ‘sounds like a mental patient’ vibe rather than ‘I get it’ ones. So, probably best to shut up, keep quiet, and roll with the punches till you figure out what the hell was going on.

Would that make me Mrs. Hot Stuff? I mea--I said shut up!

“You promise?” He asks you again, probably trying to make sure that he didn’t need to make a stop to the psycho ward. You steady your breath and nod your head with his hand still placed on it.

“Yeah, I uh,” you try to clear your throat, “I promise. Just a bad, very bad, dream.” You smile at him again and he leans in close to you. He wraps his idle hand around your torso and uses his other to pull your head closer to his.

Oh my God. Here we go again.

Sam closes his eyes as he gently places his soft lips onto yours.

Oh boy.

He opens his eyes for a moment, raising a brow at you and your unwillingness to reciprocate the kiss. Before he can pull his head away and let worried words fall out, you take one of your hands and place it on his back, pushing his body towards yours, and then you take your other hand and run it through his hair, all before you plant a very passionate kiss onto his lips.

The sacrifices we must make in the line of duty.

You two continue to lock lips and move one another’s torso towards the others for what feels like forever.

Oh my God. I am kissing Sam. I’m kissing Sam Winchester. This is so bad… So very bad… SHUT UP! God, I really need to stop thinking about this. Let’s get back to thinking about the kiss.

You and Sam were struggling to breath as the more passion persuaded the lips. It was something that was so weird for you to do but at the same time, so relaxing. Sam treated this like it was everyday and you, well, you didn’t really mind it. You just would like to know why in the hell ‘it’ was indeed happening.

The both of you let go of one another before you turned too blue in the face. You were slightly taken aback by a multitude of thoughts, definitely starting with the reoccurring, ‘what the hell?’ Along with some, ‘Sam freaking Winchester is kissing me!’ You couldn’t really scramble through all the thoughts due to the fact you were in definite shock.

“Wow,” Sam said as he gave you a surprised look. “Never done it like that before.” His face starts to get a little red as he can’t hide his smile. “That was... something else.”

“Yeah, uh-huh,” you say as you quickly pull his lips back onto yours and give him another session of certain activities pertaining around the lips.

…

“I...you…” Sam tries to search for words but there aren’t many that can help describe what he was going to say.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, Y/N!

“Sorry,” you let out, trying to hold back a smile.

“No, no, It’s um... it was... that was just… awesome,” Sam says as another wide smile comes across his face. You and him smile at each other for a moment as your hands leave from one another’s bodies.

“Good,” you say with a delighted and proud grin. “Not too bad yourself, Winchester.”

Are you flirting with him?! Are you seriously Sam right now?!

“Right back at you Mrs. Winchester,” he returns as he places yet another kiss on your cheek before he stands up and goes over to put a V-neck tee on, leaving your bright red in the face.

SEE? I’m his wife! I’m Mrs. Winchester so it’s okay to flirt and kiss and have s--OH MY GOD! I’M SAM’S WIFE!

“I’m gonna go downstairs and make sure the kids haven’t committed arson,” Sam says as he walks towards the door.

“Arson,” you whisper to yourself as the word and memories rattle your brain. Sam stops himself before he walks away and turns back around to you. You stand up and he races over to you, once again, wrapping your arms around one another.

Third time’s the charm. Wait… fourth? I’ve lost count. Yeah, I don’t care.

Sam leans down as you stand on your tiptoes and become in yet another case of kissing-i-need-disease.

We should really get that looked at by a professional.

Sam lets go of you and you of him, as you look up at one another again. Neither of you can help but grin and giggle.

“Okay,” Sam says, taking a few steps backward, clearly in difficulty of keeping his hands off of you. “I’m gonna um,” he hits the door frame with his back as he nervously walks backwards. “There’s uh--there’s a wall there,” he says with an unwavering boyish smile. You only stare at him and continue to blush with a huge smile. “Yeah um, bye.” He goes through the door and down what appears to be a set of stairs. “Damn,” you hear him say as he trudges downstairs, “I married good.”

Married…

You sit down on the edge of the bed with a big grin on your face as you fall backwards into the soft patented mattress and fluffy white comforter. You stretch out your limbs as you take in your surroundings with big eyes and a very happily beating heart.

Married… Kids… Arson…

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, reliving the moments that brought you such joy. Waking up to kids. Opening your eyes to kisses. More kisses. More kisses. And s’more kisses.

I have kids… I’m married...

“Oh my God!” you say as you bolt up causing your eyes to become widened and shocked yet again. “I’m married with children!” You shout with a gasping breath. “I’m freaking Al Bundy!”

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blackevermore · 4 years

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x Sona names and their meanings/reasoning behind them

x I was talking to the lovely @gunkyengines about our sonas and she asked me how i came up with my names and I thought I share with you guys as well

x A little info before getting into it. I’m extra and I mean really extra, when I pick a name I try to work it around my first name and or my last name but none of my sonas will ever have my actual name because I keep it rather personal. But if you know me and have ever seen my name it very......very obvious how open and in your face how coded I’ve laid out my names.

x However Sonas that have completely names have a reason behind it.

So to start!

Cev/Cevvy || This is a nickname I’ve pick up from a friend in highschool that I haven’t started using until I came over to tumblr from Deviantart. I normally and naturally go by Taylor on other platforms but I knew that would draw confusion when I was talking about my ships. So I adapted Cev/Cevvy as my online name while here.

C.Taylor (WonkaVerse) || Stepping into my Wonka ship I had the short brain power to actually name her something else other than C.Taylor which was my online name on dA. Eventually her full name became Cev Taylor but she ONLY went by Taylor. I have thought about making her first name Cerverse to give it some ounce of difference from my name but I’m not sure yet.

Charamaine-Tazara or Taz (TMNT) || Her name came along because I'm a history nut and I had the idea of mixing European history with African. Charmaine comes from the name of the first king of Europe, Charlemagne, and Tazara comes from Tanzania the country, for where I based her mythical tribe to be from. Taz is a African wild Nymph who is a part of African mythology. Her name almost became Candake-Nandi, the names of two very powerful African Queens put together but I thought that would be overkill.

Ceiara (Transformers) || Her name comes from Ciara,Ceira, and or Keira and is Irish meaning black or dark. No I didn’t choose this name because I’m black, though that be funny. I choose it because Ceiara Cybertronian guardian is a shifting Decepticon name ZipRide (we name our cars in my household and that's my cars name and yes he is a decepticon). She had no idea she was affiliated with the bad side for so many years that when she met Bee she was protective over the fact ZipRide hadn’t harmed her. She was apart of the darkside and sometimes she plays devil’s advocate.

Zairla (X-Men) || Her name comes from Czar, she has the power to copy and keep and uses more than one power at a time but she is unstable which leads to her falling apart from the inside just like the Russian empire, also I like the way Zair/Czar sounds. But her name also comes from the bible of tribulation: a cause of great trouble or suffering. Zairla could be as powerful as Jean Gary if not better if she could just get her power under control and not kill herself.

Ester (Hazbin Hotel) || I’m aware HH isn’t meant to be deep but I can’t help it! Ester gets her name after the Queen Esther from the bible, Esther (bible) her cousin Mordecai persuade the king to retract an order for the general annihilation of Jews throughout the empire of Persia. I named Ester this because she restores Alastor's more human side when they are once again back together and she is the Mama of the coven that takes in souls of those that were damned to hell but were not bad people.

Melpomene (Hetalia) || I already knew that this ship wasn’t going to be sunshine and rainbows. Not when history is a core part of it, and due to recent events I need the real world was going to bleed into my fantasy. So I named her after the Muse of music, song and dance who then become the Muse of tragedy. Because even when things are good, great, there is still something that can destroy it. In this case the thing that tries to get in the way of Mel and Ivan was the fact he is immortal and she is human. In short years in his time she would only be a memory. A memory he would hold on to dearly.

Zirius (Undertale) || Comes from Sirius which is the brightest star visible from any part of Earth. Zirius is a supernova who is dying a little bit more every time the player resets the game. supernovas take forever to burn out thus making her so bright you not only could see her from the Earth but also in the underground. She has to stay in Hot Lands most of the time so she doesn't hurt anyone on accident. Alphys help create her rings and a veil hat she wears all the time to block out her deadly light rays.

Rihonna (BNHA) || Based off of te Fleetwood mac song Rhiannon because for a long time she was a fleeting memory for Yagi because her quirk is Amnesia and used overused her power to make him forget her but instead it backfired and she forgot about him until she came back into his life. And now that she's back she's fell in love with him but also with Taishiro. in the word of Fleetwood Mac: Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? ((it also means Great Queen in Welsh!!))

Zephyr (Homestuck) || Comes from the Greece Zephyrus the Greek god of the west wind. Zephyr is an major book nerd who works in the High Blood Historical library, but during combat she is a very skilled archer, she is the wind and she commands it to guide her arrows. The highbloods find her to be deadly and choose to keep her under their control incase there happens to be another revolution. She treated with respect more than any other lowblood in high blood court bc she is the the matesprit of GHB and Dualscar but is also their facilitator in the Auspisticism.

Tayonna (Danny Phantom) || It’s a sister name I created for the name Tituba. As we all know Tituba was a infamous “witch” from the salem trials. Tayonna is a witch poltergeist who hasn’t been laid to rest for almost 400 years due to romantic betrayal. Her name almost became Morgan named after the witch Morgan Le Fay or Sylvie which is French for spirit of the wood.

#sona lore #info drop #s/i

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connorspiracy · 4 years

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Two Exorcists Walk Into A Bar || Connor & Jasmine

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Artisan PARTIES: @connorspiracy & @halequeenjas SUMMARY: Connor and Jasmine meet to discuss their respective ghost problems. CONTENT: N/A

While his YouTube channel indicated he knew what he was doing, Jasmine was still hesitant about involving someone so young in her ghost problems. This was something she should have been able to take care of herself. Larry Bob had been a sniveling crybaby in life and in death and she was Jasmine freakin’ Hale. She’d exorcised poltergeists much more intimidating than him and yet none of her efforts seemed to stick. So here she was, schmoozing a young man and hoping he’d agree to help her for not too steep of a price. She’d worn one of pant suits today, opting for a nice navy blue that she knew went well with her favorite shade of red lipstick. In a way, this was business and she wanted to make a good impression in hopes that Connor would help. She stood outside the restaurant, early as always, and waved when she saw Connor approaching. “Hey, Connor, right,” she greeted and looked him over, “Okay, okay. You weren’t lying about the posh roots. You’ll fit right in, baby face and all.” She said the last part with a bit of a laugh and gestured toward the door so they could grab their table.

Connor wasn’t sure why they couldn’t just meet at Al’s and have a nice burger, but he supposed she wasn’t that kind of woman. He’d been raised among money. Not immense wealth or anything, but comfortable enough to live in a nice house in South West London with a big garden and three cars. Enough to not have to worry about what he was going to do for cash while he waited for his channel to grow. He’d had plenty of dinners at places like this before. It just wasn’t really his style any more. Nevertheless, he dressed for the occasion, wearing a pair of subtle plaid patterned slacks, brown leather shoes and a dark blue dress shirt. “Pleasure to meet you darling,” he said, his south London accent coming through. “Jasmine, yeah?”

He couldn’t help but give a little laugh, almost embarrassed at her mention of his posh roots. “Yeah, but I try not to be a dick about it.” Connor wasn’t sure what to make of this reading, and he still couldn’t believe he was forcing himself to act normal while Nadia was stuck outside her body, but maybe if he helped Jasmine, she’d help him too. He followed her inside and was sure to tip the front of house staff member who led them to their table. Before long they were seated and being offered drinks. He went with a diet coke, not wanting to get pissed at a potential business meeting. “I get the impression you’ve been here a few times before?”

Already, he was off to a good start impression wise as he tipped the host that led him to the table though Jasmine admittedly had her reservations about this whole thing at first. Those concerns had little to do with Connor himself and much more with what she could potentially be implicating himself in, but like her, he was an exorcist and the more he encountered with a little bit of back up the stronger he’d be when bigger trouble came rolling in. So really, she was being an A+ mentor or something. “That’s me,” she said with a bright smile as they made their way into the restaurant. As always, Evelyn didn’t disappoint when it came to setting her up with a more private table. “Not being a dick about things is always preferred. I definitely know some rich older men who could take a lesson or two from you on that one,” she said with a laugh as she asked the waiter for a bottle of whatever red Evelyn recommended. “Diet coke, okay. Well, bottle is required for the table, so feel free to help me, if not I can always bring it home. And, yes I have. I’m friends with the owner actually. She’s also from the UK.” Once their drinks were delivered and a nice cheese board was on the way, she looked to Connor, “So, how long have you been doing exorcisms?”

Just because Connor would rather go somewhere he could wear jeans and sneakers, didn’t mean he didn’t know what he was doing. He could tell Jasmine was relieved he wasn’t going to embarrass her. “Well, I try to avoid most rich older men, unless I’m ghost hunting on their ancestral property,” Connor teased. He raised an impressed eyebrow as they brought over an expensive wine. “Maybe I’ll have a glass or two.” Admittedly, he wasn’t too much of a wine drinker, but it seemed rude not to have any. He allowed the waiter to fill his glass (which always struck him as a little bizarre, like he couldn’t fill his own glass) and took a sip. Once they were alone, Jasmine got right to the meat of the matter. “Oh, not that long. I was a medium for, well, all my life, really. But I first realised what it meant sort of five, six years ago? The exorcisms, only a few months.” Yeah, which was probably why he’d messed up with Nadia… He couldn’t let that affect him right now though. He had to be calm and confident. Connor nibbled on one of the complimentary snacks. “You?”

Jasmine laughed along easily with his comment about rich, older men. Unless they were buying a house from her, she had little interest in them though part of her business did rely on maintaining connections. “I wish I could, but hey, they buy expensive houses which puts money in my bank account,” she shrugged. There was a smile on her face as he agreed to share some of the wine with her. While there was a chance Evelyn would let her get away with not ordering a bottle, she didn’t feel it was necessary. She could always re-cork and take it home for later. “It’s really good, but don’t feel like you have to,” she said before she took a sip of hers.

While how long he’d actually been doing exorcisms was worrying, she could work with that. She knew what she was doing, she just needed the extra energy to help get rid of Larry Bob since he’d gone full on poltergeist. Not even her focal point seemed to do the trick, but she was sure having another exorcist to help power the incantations would help make him gone for good. “Okay, makes sense, I didn’t learn about exorcisms until I was an adult. I was able to see ghosts when I was younger, too, but thought it was more of a weird White Crest thing than a me thing. My mom acknowledged the ghost thing, but honestly, she preferred the socialite life. My aunt taught me how to do exorcisms when I was 19, so I’ve been at it a while.” She took another sip of wine before grabbing some of the cheese. It was best to let him know what he was getting into if he was still new to this. “Normally, I can get by without help, but Larry Bob is a poltergeist who has a personal grudge for me. Executions are typically something that shouldn’t be done alone, which is why I’ve probably had trouble even with my focal point. Have you performed an execution before?”

Connor tried not to be too judgemental about how much she sounded like his dad and his business associates when she talked about money in the bank account. He couldn’t be too funny about it since it was what enabled him to rent a nice little house out here, have a fancy SUV and not have to worry about whether he made any money from YouTube or not. “Oy, I know that face. I can’t help that I’m a newbie,” he teased as he drank his wine. Jasmine had said it was good, but he really had no idea what good wine was supposed to taste like, so he’d just have to trust her judgement.

“Yeah,” he said, almost solemnly, in answer to her question. “It was my first exorcism. My Uncle. Went all polter and tried to kill my dad.” He chewed the inside of his lip. Maybe if he changed the subject quickly enough, she wouldn’t ask too many questions about his family drama. “Look, I’m happy, more than happy to help.” He couldn’t help but be nervous. What if she said no? “But I need some help from you too, okay? I don’t care about the money, but… see, I tried to do an exorcism recently, and something went really wrong.” He tried not to ramble, to be deliberate about his words, not act like a scared little kid. She needed to know he was capable and could hold his own, Nadia’s case not included. “The possessor and the possessee, they were sort of all tangled up, and when I did it… I took the spirit out of the body, but it was the wrong spirit. It was the original person… the one who’s supposed to be in the body. Do you see what I mean?” Okay, now he was rambling.

As he described his first exorcism, Jasmine felt her features soften. Having to perform an exorcism on a family member had to be incredibly difficult and he was still so young. She guessed the world wasn’t necessarily kind to mediums, but still. “I’m sorry,” she said softly as she set her wine glass back down on the table, “I’m sure that had to be rough, but it sounds like you persevered despite that, so clearly you’re pretty tough.” She added, “I’m not worried about you being a newbie-- I mean, I am, but more in the sense of I don’t want something bad to happen to you because of my problem. I was young and caught on quick, too, once upon a time.”

There was a certain tension now and she waited somewhat patiently for what he had to say, only her nails lightly tapping on the table indicating she was eager to hear what he had to say. She frowned as he spoke and went through what could have gone wrong in her head. None of it made sense unless perhaps the host didn’t have a strong enough grip on her own body, but still, the exorcism was meant to banish the ghost doing the possessing. “Wow,” she said looking at him with wide eyes, “I’ve literally never heard of anything like that happening, but anything you need from me, I’ll do what I can to help. I’ll have to pull out some of my aunt’s old books and see if perhaps my more research inclined friends have anything useful.” As far as she knew, he could have either really butchered the incantation or there was something deeper going on with this host and the ghost possessing her. Neither were super promising, but hell, she’d help them the best she could. “Are you okay,” she asked, mostly because she knew just how hard exorcisms could be to perform, especially when they didn’t go as planned.

Connor nodded stiffly, his jaw tight, not because of anything Jasmine had gone, but because remembering his Uncle was kind of hard. He'd taught Connor almost everything Connor knew about ghosts and the supernatural. Connor still had a great deal to learn, so many languages and so many rituals, but Uncle Joe had started it all. Before he'd gone so horribly wrong. "Thanks."

He was afraid Jasmine wouldn't be quite so gentle about the rest of it. In fact, he was pretty sure he'd just made himself sound like a huge idiot, the kind who didn't know his focal point from his arsehole. "I don't know if I did something wrong or if it was... something else, you know? But I feel awful. Like I messed up that poor girl's life and let down my friends..." Great. Now he was turning this into a bloody counselling session. "Sorry. You don't need to know about my drama. I'm... well, not exactly 'fine', but I'm not hurt or anything. It's just the guilt, man. I'll be fine when I can fix it. When Nadia isn't floating around all disembodied and when some poltergeist isn't taking her skin for a possibly murderous joyride."

The more he told her about the situation, the more dire it turned out to be. Jasmine was definitely not here for some polter-bitch taking an innocent person’s body on a murderous joyride. Even if there wasn’t murder involved, it was still wrong to hijack someone’s body. Still, it was a mystery to her how the exorcism had gone so terribly wrong. Either way, she knew she’d feel pretty awful if it was her and it was clear Connor did. She frowned and swirled the wine around in her glass. “There was likely something deeper going on there, but I guess a slight fudge in the incantations could throw things off, too. I’ve never heard of anything like that happening before though… not that I’m like the most well read person on the planet, but I’ve done my fair share of exorcisms.” She knew the weight that came with skill and it wasn’t always easy having the fate of others so heavily in your hands. On the other hand, it provided a purpose that not even money or acclaim could quite match.

“Try not to be too hard on yourself. There’s an answer out there. Probably in like a centuries old book, but still out there.” That still left a murderous ghost with a real body to use for said murder. She really didn’t like this. “May need to find a way to keep murder bitch and the body contained for the timebeing though.” Finally, she took another sip on her wine. This conversation had gotten heavier than planned, but she felt some sort of pull toward looking out for him. She was supposed to be seeking his help and now she was worried about him. Sometimes she really missed high school. “Either way, I do trust you to help me. These things are always easier when you have two exorcists.”

She wasn’t that much older than him. A few years, six, seven? But the level of experience and knowledge Jasmine had over Connor was something he couldn’t help but admire. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but Jasmine felt like something he’d been missing. Someone to do this with. His dad had no interest in the supernatural and only begrudgingly put up with Connor’s interest in their family history. His mum was just now adjusting to the fact it was actually real. Any old family friends they’d had were reluctant to help the child of someone who’d ran away from their family and duty. But now, there was Jasmine. “Thank you,” he said, giving her a small smile. “I’ll help you too.” He picked up the menu. “So, what’s good here?”

#wickedswriting #paras #with: jasmine

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rocket-remmy · 4 years

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Heavy Handed||Blanche and Remmy

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @harlowhaunted and @whatsin-yourhead SUMMARY: There’s too much to talk about, so spaghetti is the compromise. CONTENT: Death mention, Mild panic attack

She needed clothes. After Bea had appeared the night before, it had twisted the way her night had gone and she had completely forgotten.. Blanche had been wearing the same pair of jeans for the past three days, and she had finally run out of shirts. She returned home, hopping out of her jeep with her small duffle bag full of dirty laundry, she went up the stairs as she felt the Haunted Mansion. God, it felt so strange to be home, especially after curling up with Iago and Nell on a mattress in her greenhouse the entire time. Sticking her key into the front door, she slid in, giving a wave to Carl, the dramatic window watcher, before she started straight up the stairs to her room. Granny was, as ordered, with Adrien, and Remmy shouldn’t be home, not yet, and only God knew where Nora was. Fuck. Nora. She wondered if she had gotten her name back yet. She still had to go shake Regan down for that too. Blanche tiredly shuffled to her room, opening the door when she heard a noise. She turned, craning her head in the hall light when she saw - oh! “Moose?” Blanche said, softly. Remmy must be at the Ring, then. “Hi buddy. Hi Moose. C’mere, who’s a good boy?” Blanche cooed. It was the first genuine spark of joy she had felt all week. She went to go pet him on the head. “I’m sorry, I’m not here to stay. I gotta go back to Nell.”

“I thought you were staying with Dot,” Remmy said, appearing in the doorway. After what Luce had told them, what had happened with her, Remmy had made sure they were home more during the day. They knew Blanche would need to come home at some point to get more clothes, and they’d been right. They paused in the doorway, looking from Moose to Blanche. God, she looked so tired. So worn. She’d been keeping so much to herself, so much bundled up, Remmy could just tell. It made their heart sink and burn. They hadn’t talked properly in so long and it pained Remmy to remember this. So caught up in their own shit, they hadn’t even given Blanche the time of day. “Are...how are you?”

Fuck. Blanche glanced up from patting Moose on the head when she heard Remmy’s voice, immediately looking guilty as she stared at them. There wasn’t much she could do, Blanche had always been a bad liar, and her little deer in the headlights look wasn’t looking too great right about now. Blanche let out a low sigh, and shook her head. “No, I was with Nell. She’s had a rough go the past week,” Blanche explained with a half shrug. “She wanted to keep it a secret, so I said I was going to be with Dot.” She straightened, shifting the duffle bag on her shoulder with a shrug. “Fine.” Blanche said blandly. “What about you? I would have thought you’d be at work or The Ring right about now?” Like she had originally anticipated.

“You’re not fine, Blanche,” Remmy pointed out plainly, though their voice was soft, sad. “Neither is Nell.” They looked back at Moose again, who was staying soundly by Blanche’s side, as if he knew what was about to come. “Luce told me.” Lifted their gaze back to Blanche. “What happened. Bea…” they trailed off. Didn’t need to say the rest. “I’m sorry, Blanche. I’m sorry this happened and that I-- I haven’t been available. I should’ve-- I should’ve been there for you. But I, I’m here now. Okay? So, let’s just-- can we talk, please? We haven’t talked in so long, and I miss you.”

Luce told me. Blanche froze, staring at Remmy with wide eyes. Remmy knew? Wait, Remmy knew and they wanted to - Blanche couldn’t explain it because she wasn’t angry at Remmy, but an unnatural agitation caused her entire body to tense, and she was shaking her head. Blanche hurriedly turned on her heel, walking away from both Moose and Remmy to get to her room. “I don’t want to talk,” Blanche called back. “I don’t want to talk about anything, and I don’t want to think about anything. I just need clothes. And then I’m going to go back to the Vural house and make sure Nell eats something. Okay?” Her tone was harsher than she meant it to be, and she shoved her door open too hard walking in and throwing her duffle bag on the bed.

“Blanche,” Remmy said, hurriedly following her down the hallway towards her room. “Blanche, you need to slow down. You-- you have to take care of yourself too, you know. You-- you can’t stretch yourself this thin, even for Nell. And she-- wouldn’t Nell be upset if she knew you weren’t taking care of yourself? Blanche--” she wasn’t stopping, so Remmy was going to have to make her. “Moose, catch,” they said, and he trotted up in front of Blanche, taking her shirt in his mouth and tugging on her before sitting down, like an unmoveable lump, on her feet. “Blanche, I don’t care if you don’t want to talk. You need to talk about it.”

She should have known Remmy was going to follow her, but she hadn’t expected Moose to be sent after her. Blanche looked down at Moose flatly, the anger building in her entire body. Blanche made the quick decision to sit down where she was too, except it was solely so she could slip out of her t-shirt. “I am taking care of myself!” Blanche yelled, now shirtless. She stormed straight over to her closet, opening to start grabbing clothes. “I am eating, I am sleeping and drinking water and I don’t want to talk about anything!” Blanche didn’t mean to yell as she turned back to Remmy, but she did, her arms full. She went back to the bed and dumped them there. “Because at the end of the day nothing matters! Nothing! Bea’s dead and there’s nothing either of us can do about and it fucking sucks! Is that what you want me to say?” The hope that Bea could be resurrected was there - Luce and Nell could do it. But she refused to hope too hard, to let herself fall down the desperate hole in case she was disappointed yet again. Blanche snatched her dufflebag up, practically clawing at the zipper to get it undone. “Because there it is, it fucking sucks. Alright? Leave me alone.”

“You think I don’t know about how much death sucks, Blanche?” Remmy shouted back, storming into her room. She dumped clothes on her bed and Remmy, doing the only thing they could think, picked up a bunch of them and threw them across the floor. “Stop acting like nothing matters! Of course it fucking matters! It matters if you’re angry or mad or sad or whatever! But you’re obviously not, like-- letting yourself feel it! And trust me, I can tell! Because I literally just did this same thing myself!” Moose came into the room after them and laid across some of the clothes on the ground, looking up at them with a whine. Remmy moved between Blanche and the door, blocking her in. “So stop doing this, and sit down, and fucking say something other than “none of it matters”, because someone is dead and that matters.”

“What are you doing?!” Blanche yelled at Remmy as they just threw all her clothes onto the floor. “I’m trying to pack can you just - argh!” The duffle back that she was trying to force open fell from her hands and onto the floor with a clatter and another frustrated noise erupted from her. “Just leave me alone, Remmy!” Blanche yelled. “Because it doesn’t. It doesn’t! All this shit keeps happening and nothing I do can fucking stop it, alright! I get possessed or almost mauled by a friendly werewolf or someone fucking dying! It happens! And I’m pissed! And I just want to fucking get out of here, alright? I just want to get some clothes, so I can leave and go to a house that doesn’t have any freaking ghosts in it alright? Just for a few more days! You can’t keep me here! I just want to go!” She didn’t realize she had done it, but she had stepped up on top of the old trunk she had at the foot of her bed - bad habit of climbing things when she was pissed to make herself seem taller, and now she was just yelling at the top of her lungs.

Remmy just stood and listened as Blanche yelled. Listened to her belt it all out, as she climbed on top of her trunk and waved her arms and shouted. Possessed, attacked by a werewolf, and now dealing with Bea’s death. It was too much for Blanche to hold on her own, and Remmy hadn’t even tried to be there for her in the past few days. In their downward spiral that they still couldn’t seem to slip from. But, maybe this was the first steep, right? Helping their friend? Remmy didn’t need to say anything else, didn’t really know what else to say, so, instead, they stepped up, reached out, and grabbed Blanche, pulling her into a fierce hug, hoping she could feel all of the “I’m sorry”s and “I’m here for you”s in it as they held her. Moose came over as well, leaning his weight against the two of them, and Remmy simply mumbled, “I’m here.”

“Don’t you dare -” Blanche warned, but it was too late. Remmy came at her with a tight hug and there was nothing she could do about. And after a few seconds of trying to fight Remmy off, she finally stopped, fists clutching their shirt. She didn’t cry, she just fell limp and closed her eyes tightly. Just for a moment, a single moment, before she shook her head. “I can’t stay here right now,” Blanche said, looking away from Remmy guiltily. “It’s not - it’s the ghosts.” The admission made her miserable, and she couldn’t quite make herself meet Remmy’s eyes. “I know it doesn’t make sense, because I know they’re nice. But they could, at any point, decide not to be nice anymore, or they could turn into a poltergeist or they could take my body as a joy ride. People like me are easily -” Blanche clenched her eyes shut. “And I can’t turn my senses off. And it’s usually not a problem but I just - I feel like I’m on fire.” Her voice cracked slightly. “So I need to be with Nell. She needs me. I have to go soon. I have to pack and I have to go, okay?? I miss you too, you know.”

Remmy felt rather useless. And a little stupid. They pulled back after a moment, held Blanche at arm’s length. She looked so tired, so weary, like she was barely holding herself together, and only managing that for someone else. Remmy understood that. “Here,” they finally said, reaching over for a tissue, “at least let me help you pack? But, like...just for a minute, can we sit? Please?” They looked at her with big eyes, worry and concern wrought through their face. “Let me make you dinner. It’ll be a quick one, I promise.” They hadn’t made her dinner in such a long time, they’d been slacking on a lot. So caught up in their own head, in their own pain. Remmy felt selfish and their chest ached about it. They hated that they’d let this happen, that they’d let themself sink so far into oblivion they couldn’t see out. And now they needed to fix it. And they could start with making Blanche dinner.

Blanche’s shoulders slumped. The hot anger hadn’t quite dissipated, instead settling in the pit of her stomach. She felt a little ill, and she wasn’t even sure she could eat, let alone sit down with Remmy for dinner. It had been a long time since either of them had done that, a long time since either of them saw each other or said more than a few words. But Blanche hadn’t wanted to bog them down with her problems. At the end of the day, Blanche had to decide what mattered, and it mattered to her that Remmy didn’t need to deal with her emotional and mental baggage. She held her forehead a moment, shutting her eyes tight as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “Okay,” Blanche said quietly. “I’ll stay for dinner.” She looked up at Remmy sadly, before realizing they were still standing on her trunk. And she was still standing there in a bralette. “Come on,” she said, hopping off the trunk, bending over to slide another t-shirt out from under Moose to put it on. “We can pack after dinner?” It was more of a question than a statement, but at least it held some semblance of a plan that didn’t leave her throat raw from screaming.

Remmy stepped back when Blanche pulled away. They knew that dinner wasn’t going to help, that acting normal wasn’t going to help, but all they knew was that this was what they could offer for her. Because they also knew that sometimes, talking didn’t help. That sometimes, you just needed to concentrate to get through one moment to the next to the next. But maybe not having to think about it, for however long dinner took, would help just a little. It wouldn’t fix anything, but Remmy needed to offer this. And perhaps they needed this moment just as much, maybe more, than Blanche did. But she’d agreed, and Remmy nodded, backing towards the door. They whistled to Moose, and he stood, coming to their side. “We’ll pack after dinner,” they echoed, affirming her plan of action, before turning out the door. “I think there’s some pasta left. Spaghetti is quick and easy, right?”

Blanche washed her hands down her face, moving to go follow Remmy out the door, quietly calling for Moose to follow. “I like spaghetti,” Blanche said cautiously as they made their way down the stairs. “So long as we remember to put water in the pot.” And avoid another kitchen fire, at least. Blanche was already planning in her head. Dinner with Remmy, packing with Remmy, and then she would leave, probably go to the grocery store to get a few things for the Vurals, make sure Nell and Luce both had readily made food so they didn’t have to go into the house, and then she was going to go pass out in the bed in Nell’s Greenhouse. She had dragged down a boxspring, and had put together a bed frame, and put new sheets on the bed, just so their backs wouldn’t want to scream every time they did this. Her brain reeling with some semblance of a plan, she walked right past the kitchen, stopped when she realized what she had done, and went to sit at the kitchen table. “I’m also not against having ice cream for dinner,” Blanche added.

Remmy paused in the kitchen doorway, watching Blanche stroll straight past it. Eventually she realized and stopped, turned, but Remmy felt another pang of worry. “We can do ice cream as a dessert,” they said, reaching into the cabinet to pull out the noodles and starting a pot of water. “Hey, I always remember. Just cause you and Nor-- er, Ham, forget all the time,” they said, turning to look back at her. Biting their lip in guilt. “Blanche, I...I’m sorry I haven’t um-- been available lately. But you-- I know there’s a lot to do right now, but you gotta take care of yourself, too, okay? You can’t-- you can’t keep pushing yourself to the ledge for others.”

“Ham,” Blanche said, as she sank down into a chair. “Is that what Nora’s calling herself?” Seemed to fit. She could roll with Ham. “I’m going to have to get Regan to give back her name,” she mused, mentally adding it to her list of things to do. She glanced at Remmy when they apologized, and her brows knit together. She… didn’t like that. Her stomach turned over on itself and she shook her head. “Please don’t,” Blanche said quietly. “Remmy, it’s not your job to be available all the time, you know that. And I haven’t exactly… been here either.” She shifted uncomfortably, wrapping her arms around herself as she leaned forward, considering Remmy’s next words. “I am taking care of myself,” Blanche insisted again. “I’m just trying to make sure Nell and Luce are too. They need people. And I’m alright. Truly.”

“Oh, yeah,” Remmy said, grabbing the sauce from the cabinet. “Didn’t you get the group text?” They were a little unsure about it, too, but people changed their names all the time. So if Nora wanted to be called Ham, Remmy had no problem doing that. “Wait-- give her-- what?” Shook their head. “I don’t...I’m sure Ham is fine. But you-- you take on too much sometimes, Blanche. I-I know you do. And it’s...you’re just one person, okay? At least-- I know you wanna be there for Luce and Nell but-- at least let others help, too. Don’t-- don’t try and do it all, okay?” they asked, turning back to pour out the sauce and add the noodles to the softly boiling water. Started seasoning the sauce to what they hoped was good taste. “And-- obviously we don’t have to talk about it now, but-- you’re not like, alright. Big-- big things happened. You can um-- you can be strong and not alright, Blanche. You know that, right? That you don’t have to be okay all the time in order to be strong for someone else.”

“The what?” Blanche asked, before shifting so she could dig her phone out of her back pocket. Nell, Winston, Luce, Rebecca, Granny - ah. There it was. “Oh. Oops.” She rubbed the back of her neck, flushing slightly when she realized she missed it. Crap. “Uh, don’t worry about the name thing.” Blanche waved it off. She would deal with it later. No doubt, Nora was probably alright with being called Ham for right now. Blanche looked at Remmy, and was reminded of when Adam told her that out of all the people in this town, she didn't need to help him. That she needed to sit and process being possessed by a poltergeist, dovetailing advice that maybe talking to a therapist would help that weird feeling she felt whenever she was around a ghost. Blanche let out a sigh, holding her head in her hands for a moment. “No, I’m not. But Nell isn’t either, and if she loses it, I’ll lose it,” Blanche said, finally. Nell was her best friend, and she had always had a weak spot for her. She cared so much, and it broke her heart to see in pain, even if Bea’s death weighed on her as well. “These things keep happening, and I need some semblance of control back before I even think about dealing with them. Okay?”

Remmy stayed quiet while Blanche did. Stirring the sauce slowly, making sure the noodles didn’t overcook. Spaghetti really was quick and fast, and by the time Blanche spoke up again, the noodles were ready to strain and the sauce was warmed. They did their due diligence of pouring out the water, before putting some noodles on the plate and drizzling the sauce, setting the plate down in front of Blanche. “Okay,” was all they said, before turning back to start cleaning up.

Food was slid in front of her, and Blanche dug in gratefully, finally relaxing as Remmy backed off. This was all she really needed, a decent meal that wasn’t packed in a greasy takeout container, and some company that wasn’t hit with the mourning and despair of Bea’s death. Blanche knew that eventually things would catch up to her - as Adam had so rightly put it, all the distractions in the world hadn’t even given her a head start on running away from her problems. But it had given her ample opportunity to delay them, to shove them back into the little glass jar a little longer. Sooner or later, it would shatter, and be messy and horrible. But at least for right now, Nell would be taken care off. She could mop up her own pieces later. Finally, she got up to get a glass of water, Blanche looked at Remmy and said the only thing there was left to say. “Thank you.”

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