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erigold13261 · 2 years

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Which Aquato child do you think has the strongest Cain Instinct?

I feel like Frazie would be the strongest with Dion being the second strongest. I can’t really see Queepie, Raz, or especially Mirtala having the urge to hit each other. Maybe Queepie might do a little punch to the arm or throw something at the others, but I don’t really see him full on hitting another sibling.

On the other hand, we do see Frazie ACTUALLY hit Raz with pine cones and stuff while Dion threatens Raz (and with the way Raz kinda took a step back I feel like Dion has followed through on his threats before). That shows that both Frazie and Dion are not above using violence against their siblings...

At least on Raz. See, we know that those two especially were mad at Raz, for running away, revealing secrets, embracing his psychic-ness. We don’t know how close the siblings were before Raz ran away or even when he started secretly practicing his psychic powers.

I feel like Frazie throwing pinecones and being mean to Raz is more out of anger than the Cain Instinct. Raz or her talked about playing mind games as kids, so they trusted each other enough to do psychic stuff even with how their parents are. So I feel like Frazie is more acting out of anger and wouldn’t usually hit another sibling.

With Dion though, like I mentioned earlier, Raz kinda steps back and flinches a bit at Dion, both his words and actions. So I definitely feel like Dion does more hitting and getting rough with siblings.

But then there’s the whole scene where the Interns meet the Aquatos and everyone is kinda dogpiling on Raz. Dion just tosses him like some trash. Frazie is the most potentially physically damaging by juggle kicking him (at least I feel like that is the worst). Then there are Mirtala and Queepie stretching him, which can be hurtful but they are also really young.

Taking that scene into account we could say that all the Aquatos have some kind of Cain Instinct, a very mild form of it. Because when I think of “Cain Instinct” I think of real violence and truly trying to hurt your sibling, which I can only really see Dion wanting to REALLY hurt Raz, at least more than Frazie acting out of anger. Mirtala and Queepie feel like they were just having fun and seeing if Raz was still flexible but still messing with him.

As for Raz himself? I don’t know. We know he is capable of extreme feats of violence and sometimes even relishes in it (”See you in hell” when he shoots a squirrel or bird or something). So Raz COULD potentially have a Cain Instinct, but in all his interactions with his family, he feels like he never wants to hurt them. He feels bad and regrets leaving and hurting his family, but he did what he felt was right. Raz doesn’t feel like a person who would really want to hurt his family at all, even in a joking manner.

So to wrap things up. I see Dion as definitely having the strongest Cain Instinct, at least to Raz (though I can see him and Frazie getting into fights and even him picking on Queepie or Mirtala a bit). Then would be Frazie who would only have a Cain Instinct when really upset or pushed (especially if Dion is TRYING to start fights). Then probably Queepie who would fight back a bit and get others in trouble. Finally I think there is a tie between Raz and Mirtala. Those two seem like the least likely to have a Cain Instinct but could still probably fight their siblings if push comes to shove.

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incorrect-assvengers · 4 years

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Loki: Do you ever see your sibling and just have this overwhelming urge to smack them for no reason? Like Thor will walk in the room and I’m like “oh man I guess I have to end you”

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the-sympathetic-villain · 3 years

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A Life For A Life - Chapter 3

AO3 | First | Previous | Next | Masterpost

A/N: It took me a while to circle back to this one, but on the bright side, I’ve written ahead so the next two chapters or so should follow shortly after this one! :)

Prompt by @local-space-case: Prince Roman and his two loyal friends, Patton and Logan, are on the hunt for a dragon. Meanwhile, Dragonshifter!Janus is just trying to find the right herbs to cure a sick/injured Dragonshifter!Virgil. Bonus points for Anxciet and/or Protective Remus.

Word Count: 2006

Chapter warnings: Romantic relationships, Mentions of killing, Mentions of blood, Mentions of death/dying, Injuries, Poisoning (Let me know if you’d like me to add anything!)

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“By all standards, sire, I cannot recommend this course of action.” Logan stated, noting the frustration in the prince's eyes as he paced the cave's entrance. “There are far too many unknown variables involved here for me to conclude this is a safe course of action.”

“We can't just leave now, Logan.” Roman growled through gritted teeth as he gestured to the dark opening into the earth. “The beast was ours to take.”

“We are forbidden from entering the tunnels, my prince. They are far too dangerous.”

Roman let out a groan, looking helplessly at Logan's stern expression. “This journey is meant to prove that I am worthy of ascending to the crown. What kind of king would I be if I turned tail and ran at the very first sign of trouble?”

“A living one, Roman.” Logan sighed as gestured toward Roman. “This trial is not merely meant to challenge your physical strength but your wisdom as well. Your bravery is admirable, but your safety should be your first priority.”

“You said yourself the beast is unlikely to keep moving for much longer.” Roman pleaded, moving towards Logan. “More than likely all we need to do is retrieve our trophy. I'd wager we'd be in and out in under an hour.”

“I'm not so certain, your highness.” Logan whispered as he raised a finger to his jaw, pondering the situation. “Something has changed for the creature in the last stretch of the journey.”

Roman paused. His gaze lingered on Logan for a moment before following the man's gaze to the trampled undergrowth leading to the cave. “What do you mean?”

“At the last point where the creature has stopped to rest, blood had pooled on the ground.” Logan mused as he pointed to the trampled underbrush along their path. “I see no trace of blood here and I believe it is self-evident it is unusual that the trail seemed to end there.”

“How could that be?”

“I am uncertain.” Logan let out a breath, straightening his glasses. “But to me, this indicates there is even more reason not to interfere with forces unknown.”

Roman took in the look on Logan’s face for a moment before turning to the cave in frustration. “I know you’re right, but the beast cannot have healed itself. We may not know everything we are facing, but surely it is a simpler task than starting over.”

“Your safety is paramount, Roman.” Logan's gaze dropped and he crossed his arm across his chest. “We have to act rationally.”

“You have to be as disappointed as I am, Logan.” Roman interrupted with growing desperation. “Finding another feat to prove my worth could take weeks or months.”

“I know.”

“Logan—"

“It is still preferable to witnessing your death, Prince Roman.”

Roman paused. Logan's words felt ice-cold as the man’s empty stare remained trained on the ground.

“I cannot lose you." Logan continued. His muscles went limp with surrender as his façade dropped. “That would be a far worse outcome than needing to remain patient for the right opportunity.”

“Logan—” Roman dropped his voice to a whisper as he stepped toward the man. “—None of the feats that would satisfy the court of my competency are without risk.”

“Everything we encounter above ground is a calculated risk,” Logan clung to his reasoning, even as it slipped through his fingers. “but the underground of the forest is home to the most dangerous creatures in the world. Magical creatures, Roman.”

“Well, that’s why I have you, right?”

Logan’s eyes tipped to meet Roman's soft smile and his resolution to stop the prince faltered.

“If my strength fails, we still have your magic." Roman whispered with a smile. “Right. Lo?”

Logan’s heart fluttered, weak to the adoring glimmer in Roman’s eye as the prince caught Logan’s waist.

“I do believe it goes against the rules for me to help you accomplish your task.”

“I'm not asking you to help me cheat,” Roman reassured him, raising a hand to Logan’s cheek. “but if events take a turn and I'm unable to complete my task, you can get us out safely. Right?”

“You’re right. Strictly speaking, it is not against regulation for me to assist you in fleeing a failed task.”

Roman let out a soft breath as Logan leaned into his hand. “Then what are we risking, aside from a chance for me to give you your ‘happily ever after' a bit sooner?”

“Roman, your task is meant to be solitary.”

“My task is meant to show that the country’s leadership is in capable hands.” Roman whispered bringing Logan’s knuckles to his lips. “You are my strength, Logan. I would have to be a fool to ignore that.”

Logan felt a redness dust his cheeks as Roman’s fingers curled into his own.

“You are my shining starlight and I am so deeply in love with you that the rest of the world looks dull in comparison.” Roman breathed as he admired the subtle beauty of Logan’s smile. “I want to shower you with affection from the moment you open your eyes until you fall asleep in my arms at night. Hiding behind formality—Not being allowed to court you until I finish this trial—It's tearing me apart.”

“Roman, you are too good to me.” Logan whispered as the prince pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“I do believe we just covered that I am not able to be good enough to you.”

Logan smiled at the prince’s chuckling. “That is not the issue. You are simply restricted by your position.”

Roman smirked as he brushed Logan’s soft hair out of his eyes. “Does that mean you’ll allow me the opportunity to ease the burden of our restrictions?”

“I'll follow you anywhere, Roman. If this is what you choose to do, you’ll have my support.”

“Good,” Roman let out a breathy laugh as he peeked over Logan’s shoulder at Patton's exasperated expression. “I'd kiss you right now, but I do believe your brother may consider regicide if I do.”

“No, my Cain instinct is much stronger than th—"

“He wouldn’t—” Logan hissed, hushing Patton with a glare.

Patton pursed his lips and stuck his tongue out at Logan.

“Patton, I swear—”

“Lo, relax.” Roman laughed, carefully catching Logan’s arm as he turned to scold Patton. “He's right. We have dragged him across half the countryside without considering his opinion.”

“It is his job.”

Roman grip on Logan’s softened as he glanced between Logan and Patton. “Job or not, Patton is more than an attendant. He's my future brother-in-law."

Logan blinked at Roman before letting out a reluctant sigh and shifting his gaze to Patton.

“You’re right.” Logan paused as Patton raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Patton, I’m sorry. This journey should have been a chance for you to know Roman outside of all the politics and I've been wasting that opportunity. Forgive me?”

Patton smirked as Logan extended him a figurative olive branch. “Only if you accept that when I meet my future husband, I get to be as disgustingly cute as you.”

Logan couldn’t help but let out a sharp laugh and shaking his head. “Deal.”

Instead of taking Logan’s hand Patton swept his older brother into a tight hug, squeezing around his waist. Logan relaxed as Patton hugged him tightly. His irritation melted away as his chest warmed with the realization that he had the two people he loved most on either side of him.

“Patton, this is going to be dangerous. If you want to wait for us here—”

“Not a chance you’re leaving me behind now.” Patton whispered as he raised his head from Logan’s shoulder, covertly wiping away a tear that threatened to fall from his eye. “This is my last chance to torment you before I have to start calling you ‘your highness’. I have to make every minute count.”

Logan smiled, glad to have Patton close as they started on the next leg of their journey. “You never have to change, Patton.”

“Thanks, Lolo.”

Roman smiled, stepping toward them as he gazed into the deep void of the cave opening. “Then, it's decided. The poison should be taking effect right about now. If we’re lucky, the beast will be dead by sundown and we'll be on out way home.”

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“Virgil!”

Janus felt his heart drop as he stumbled to catch his lover’s arm. Virgil’s knees had buckled a half dozen times in the last hour and Janus was aching with the tension from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“I don’t understand. The bleeding’s stopped.” Janus let loose a string of draconic curses, feeling his scales burning with rage as he adjusted his arm to support Virgil. “Your condition should be improving—”

Virgil’s lip curled in sympathy as he forced a raspy whisper past his aching throat. “Jan, you know why—”

“Don’t speak.” Janus interrupted, immediately feeling regret twist in his stomach as Virgil’s grip tightened on his arm. His soft, fingertips felt cold on Janus' skin. “You need to save your energy.”

“The game's up, Jan.” Virgil started forcefully, blinking up into Janus’ amber, slit-like eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “We got deeper into the mountain than I ever thought we would, but it’s time.”

“Don’t you dare give up on m—”

“I'm dying, Jan.” Virgil spat out, stopping Janus in his tracks. “I’m dying and I don't want to die running.”

Janus felt a lump in his throat as his heart sank in his chest. “Virgil—”

“If I’m not going to die in the open air, at least give me the dignity of dying in your arms.” Virgil pleaded, desperation clear in his voice. “Don’t let me die cold.”

Janus head spun around as a loud, sound of rocks tumbling in the narrow twists of the caves behind them signaled their hunters closing in, a few minutes behind them at most.

“Please, Jan.”

The sound of Virgil’s broken voice made Janus weak. He couldn’t deny Virgil’s pleas, not when their last moments together may be approaching.

“It's going to be okay, Virgil.”

Janus' held Virgil close as his nostrils flared with a sudden heat. His lips curled into a snarl, face elongating into his more draconic features. His teeth hardened into sharpened points, stronger than steel. The bones of his ears stretched out over his shifting bones like webbing over a bat's wings. Finally, after a moment’s shift he could feel his wings extend behind him.

The subtle stretch of his delicate wings gave him a momentary sense of relief as he curled his long tail around Virgil’s limp form. Though still in between his humanoid form and his true dragon form, he felt immediately more at ease with his body.

“Hurry, please.”

Virgil’s voice was barely audible over Janus breathing but he immediately locked on to Virgil’s arm, covering his lover with his wing as a blazing, hot flame erupted from his throat. The bright light decorated the halls with moving flashes of orange and yellow dancing on the wall and when Janus finally pulled back a hot pile of glowing embers surrounded him and Virgil.

“Virgil?” Janus whispered as he tipped his wing up to look down at Virgil.

“It's perfect.”

Janus bit back a sob as Virgil’s hand dropped from his chest. He lowered them both to the ground, feeling his lover’s life leaving his body with each new breath. Orange light illuminated Janus’ face from the glowing embers below, dancing like gems in Janus’ glistening amber eyes.

“I love you, Virgil.”

“I love you to, Jan. You’re all I ever needed.”

Janus’ tail curled around Virgil as he completed his transformation. His long talons dug into the ground as his body circled Virgil, creating a comfortable nest for his lover to rest in peace. He let out a long breath as he watched Virgil’s eyes close comfortably before his fully transformed dragon head turned toward the sound of the humans approaching.

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I was going through my AO3 bookmarks, and I wanted to organize them a little bit. These are my Dean/Cas canon-ish fic recs.

season 5

canticles by 2street2car Words: 10,311 Chapters: 1

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

FTBYAM MY BELOVED

post season 6

Someone Who's Feeling For Me by ellispark Words: 45,876 Chapters: 1

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

post bunker

Sun Can't Set Until Nine by LeverDrift Words: 67,939 Chapters: 16

Cas moves into the bunker as his powers start to fail. Dean doesn’t know if the arrangement is as permanent as he wants it to be. He's also not sure why he keeps dreaming about his friend. All he knows is that he wants Cas to stay. Overall warnings: canon-typical miscommunication & Dean having self-hatred issues.

Life Skills by ilovehowyouletmefall Words: 26,052 Chapters: 3

After Metatron steals Castiel's grace, and Cas comes to live in the bunker, Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human. And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Sam Stole My Boyfriend by sobsicles Words: 8,445 Chapters: 1

“Dude, you’ve been staring at me a lot lately, like even enough that Sam noticed. More than usual. So, like, what’s up?” Dean pauses, purses his lips and reconsiders. “What did I do?”

Cas knows that would be a perfect time to confess to Dean what exactly happened and what he was thinking. Maybe, Dean had some insight into the situation or even some kind of comfort to offer. But, the longer that he sat there, he realized that he could not tell Dean absolutely anything. So instead, for the first time, Cas fumbled.

“Um,” Cas mutters and abruptly stands. “Freckles?”

Dean blinked up at him as Cas pivoted and left the room. There was only one remaining option he had and unfortunately, it involved Sam.

Aching in the Absence of You by sobsicles Words: 95,090 Chapters: 10

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.

He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.

"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.

By nightfall, Cas is gone.

'Communication' by JustAnotherSamlicker Words: 11,656

The same story told from two perspectives.

Dean bought a house and he and Cas fix it up.

Is Dean moving out? Is Cas moving in?

Should they just talk to each other already? (Yes they should)

Build a Home by domesticadventures Words: 20,102

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.

He doesn't

season 10

The Most Important Thing by NorthernSparrow Words: 94,462 Chapters: 14

Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car? (Canon-divergent from S10E11, when we first met Claire again and Dean was still struggling with the Mark of Cain. Takes places several months later).

season 12

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord Words: 42,922 Chapters: 7

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

season 13

i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles Words: 74,173 Chapters: 8

Dean keeps going back.

When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.

He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.

He likes to talk.

There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.

Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.

Trial and Tribulations of Raising a Nephilim by Sickandtiredofyou Words: 14,910 Chapters: 6

Dean has far too much on his plate, losing his mom, his best friend and now being a single parent to a newborn nephilim.

In which Jack is an actual newborn instead of a teenager.

post season 13

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination) by sobsicles Words: 108,427 Chapters: 4

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next.

Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want."

"What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before."

"Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out."

"Easier said than done."

Reasons to read this:

Dean reads a story that ends like despair and his reaction is FUCK THAT

Cas wears Dean's hoodie

Jack is a toddler

The Jack and Claire sibling energy we deserve

Eileen being awesome and pulling pranks with Dean while Sam thinks she's an angel

Sam knows

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE IN LOVE

First Date by aeli_kindara Words: 8,968 Chapters: 1

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

Also known as the Dean Winchester makes the first move fic.

season 14

Broken Road by thegeminisage Words: 109,629 Chapters: 7

A 14.13 Lebanon rewrite. When Dean uses a wish-granting pearl to try and kill the archangel Michael before he can escape the cage in Dean's head, they instead wind up with a newly-resurrected John Winchester.

It's been more than a decade since John died, and a lot has changed: Mary is alive, Sam and Dean have what passes for a proper home in the Men of Letters Bunker, and they're living with angels. John doesn't know angels are real, he doesn't know about the fragile new relationship between Dean and Castiel, and most of all, he doesn't know that Dean said yes to Michael, or that Dean's plan to defeat Michael would send him to a fate worse than death.

Now Dean must contend with both his father asking questions he can't answer, and his loved ones learning about the darker truths of his childhood, all while constantly battling the archangel trapped inside him. But Dean coming to terms with his history may be the difference between this being the beginning of a journey—or the end.

post season 15

fools and pilgrims by lagaudiere Words: 31,904 Chapters: 2

Claire shows up at the bunker a day before Dean was planning to leave, with her hair cut short and a fresh tattoo on her left arm under a bandage. Chuck is dead, Jack has given up his godlike powers, and Cas is back from the Empty, which doesn't make it any easier for Dean to talk to him. Suddenly finding himself in a world without monsters, supernatural forces, or any need for hunters, Dean's solution is to go on a road trip. Claire tags along.

Dean-Claire mirror fic post Despair

what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles Words: 27,403

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

canon(?) au (Hunters and Men of Letters)

Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Words: 11,191 Chapters: 1

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

Shot Through The Heart by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) Words: 11,191 Chapters: 1

Dean is a hunter.

Castiel is a Man of Letters.

And even though they have to work together on a regular basis, there is not much sympathy between them. Castiel thinks Dean too brash and reckless while Dean in return sees nothing more in the other man than a rude asshole with an obsessive love for books and a truly terrible fashion sense.

But fate clearly has a funny way of throwing those two together over and over again.

And somewhere along the way feelings change into something neither of them would have expected.

#destiel #deancas #fic recs

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spookyboywhump · 3 years

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Passing Out From Pain

Dogs= complete, X’s= Requested

Also known as Wren’s Branding Two Electric boogaloo. This takes place after This Piece and This Piece, Cain makes good on his promise :)

Character: Wren

Fandom: Original Work

Word Count: 2263

CW: Branding, pet whump, dehumanization, drugging mention, strangulation mention

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He knew what was going to happen the second Cain entered the room that morning. He’d been up all night dwelling on it, trying to make his peace with it and accept the pain that would come, but somehow, when Cain came to get them, all of that preparation completely disappeared, and finally, for the first time since he’d been there, Wren snapped.

“Come on you two, time to get that brand replaced.” He said, a sickening grin on his face, and Wren didn’t move from his spot sitting on the bed.

“No.” He said simply, immediately shocking Cain, even Zander gave him a surprised look.

“What was that?” He asked, his voice taking on that warning tone, expecting Wren to grovel and beg for forgiveness.

“I said no.” He repeated, still sitting exactly where he was. “If you want me out of this room then you’ll have to move me yourself because I’m. Not. Going.” He said seriously. He wasn’t exactly surprised when Cain stormed over, grabbing him by the collar and roughly pulling him off the bed, causing him to gag as his airway was restricted.

“You really want to be defiant now you little shit?!” Cain snarled at him.

“Let go of his collar, you’re going to fucking strangle him!” Zander snapped, trying to step him but Cain just dragged him further towards the door. He didn’t get him out of the door way though, not completely, when he tried Wren suddenly grabbed the edge of the doorframe, and he refused to let go.

“I’m not fucking going!” He screamed, panic and anger evident in his voice. “I’m not dealing with that again, I’m not! Fucking let go of me!” He held on tighter as Cain released his collar just to grab him around the waist, struggling to pull him off.

“Fuck when did you get this fucking stubborn!” He snapped. “Zander, make him let go already.” He ordered, and instinctively Zander stepped towards him.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Wren yelled at him. “I swear to god Zander, if you listen to him I’ll never, ever forgive you!” He screamed, and that was enough to make Zander freeze in place. Cain growled in frustration and finally, with one final yank he managed to make him lose his grip, dragging him out into the hallway. He let go of his waist only to grab his wrist, and without thinking Wren lurched forward and bit his arm.

“What the fuck!” He cried, he almost let go of him but instead kept a tight grip on his wrist, using his other hand to grab him by the hair and suddenly slam his head against the wall. He did that two more times until Wren was easier to drag along, still weakly struggling and screaming.

“Let go, let go, let go!” He screamed. “I’m not fucking going through that again, let go of me you fucking son of a bitch!” He yelled, sounding more and more like Zander rather than himself. Cain dragged him down the hall rather than trying to get him out of the house right away, he had to struggle to keep a hold on him so he could cuff his hands behind his back, which he had to kneel on his back to hold him down long enough to do so. That made it much easier for him to drag him out though, Zander following after them. He was just as surprised by Wren’s outburst as Cain was, stunned to the point he really couldn’t do anything but follow and wait to see what happened, wait to see if Wren actually won this battle.

He didn’t though, he was dragged outside kicking and screaming to where there was a car waiting for them already. Rather than shove him in the back though, Cain popped the trunk, struggling to lift the thrashing boy up.

“Hey- you can’t put him in there!” Zander finally snapped into action, trying to make Cain let go of Wren but Cain just shot him a look.

“Either he goes in here or I’m going to wrap my hands around his fucking throat and squeeze until he passes out.” He said seriously, in that tone that Zander knew meant he was serious. He had no choice but to back off, he refused to help with this, and finally Cain was able to lift him up, roughly shoving him in the trunk before slamming the door shut. “Either get in the fucking car now or he’s going through this alone- again.” He said, and Zander was quick to obey. He’d been worried enough the last time, he wanted to be there for him this time around.

He felt guilty but he tried to ignore the sound of him screaming the whole ride there.

***

Getting him down there was a feat of its own, but once the leash was clipped to his collar he decided to try something different. He dropped to the floor, sitting down and refusing to move, the way he would when he was throwing a fit as a little kid. Cain tried to persuade him by roughly yanking on the leash, only to finally look to Zander.

“Pick him up.” He said sternly.

“I’m not doing that.” He said immediately. “I’m not helping in any of this, you shouldn’t even be fucking doing this!”

“You sure have a lot of opinions on this when it’s your fucking fault!” Cain snapped back. “I told you to fucking behave! I told you this would happen if you fucked up again and you didn’t give a shit, now shut the fuck up and grab him!” He was clearly pissed off, Wren hardly cared though, just sitting there listening to them argue.

“No! If you want this done then you’re doing it yourself, I’m only here so he doesn’t have to be alone!”

“Zander, do you remember your branding?” Cain said, suddenly calm, and Zander froze, something that unnerved Wren. “You remember what we had to do to make you calm down?”

“Don’t you fucking dare-“

“Either you pick up the fucking boy or he’s going through the same thing once I get him down there. You better think hard about it, since you’re already responsible for what’s happening to him.” Wren didn’t know what exactly Cain was threatening but he didn’t like it, he didn’t like that Zander actually had to think about it, and when he locked eyes with him, he saw the guilt in his eyes and he immediately tried to jump to his feet and run.

Zander was quicker than him, grabbing him around the waist and easily slinging him over his shoulder, and Wren broke down immediately.

“Put me down!” He yelled as Zander numbly followed after Cain. “Zander you can’t- you can’t fucking do this, how could you?!” He screamed. He was angry when it was Cain but Zander was different, it was scary, it almost felt like a betrayal. “Put me down right now!” He screamed, if his wrists had been free he would’ve been slamming them against Zander’s back, he would’ve done anything to get free right now but Zander was stronger, and he almost seemed to be ignoring him.

He was taken to that awful room again, and by the time they entered he was already in tears, still screaming and crying, Cain spoke to the person who would be carrying it out while Zander held him in place.

“This time it’s going on his chest.” Cain said casually, and Wren wailed, frantically struggling against Zander’s grip. It was decided that he needed to be sitting up for this brand, and once he was put down he was held by the hair as his shirt was cut off of him, nobody taking a chance with uncuffing his wrists. Cain looked to Zander with a sickening grin on his face, saying, “Mutt- hold him down so we can do this.”

“Absolutely fucking not!” He snapped.

“Fine, I’ll just have them get a needle ready then-“

“No!” He groaned, clearly frustrated. “No, no I’ll- I’ll do it…” He sighed.

“Zander!” Wren cried, absolutely heartbroken. He tried to push himself away, but Zander got on the floor with him, easily grabbing him and holding him in place. He had to brace his back against a wall, grabbing him around his arms and having to trap his legs with his own to keep him from kicking. He still struggled though, desperately trying to get free. “Let me go! Let go of me, you can’t do this!” He screamed, tears streaming down his face.

“I’m sorry Wren, just- just trust me, this is better, okay?” Zander said, his voice shaking, but Wren was hardly listening, continue to struggle during the agonizing moments spent waiting for the brand to heat up.

“You should probably keep apologizing.” Cain snickered. “The pup seems pretty damn upset with you.”

“Shut up!” Zander hissed at him, tightening his hold on Wren, causing him to sob. He seemed to stop struggling for a moment, taking a chance to catch his breath, he felt sick and light headed, his chest hurt, but as soon as they came over with the branding iron, he started up all over again.

“No no no no no! No- let me go!” He screamed, struggling to break free from his grip, “Let me go, Zander, Zander fucking let me go!”

“I can’t do that kid, I’m sorry…” He said softly.

“Let me go!” He sobbed. “I fucking hate you please just let me go!” He didn’t even think about what he said, rambling everything that popped into his head, too panicked to even think straight. He kept yelling, but it pitched into a shriek as the branding iron finally touched his skin.

It was just as bad- no, definitely worse than the first time. That white hot, searing pain was back, paired with the pain of being restrained the way he was had him wailing in agony. He screamed so loud he swore his voice would give out completely, the iron was pressed against his chest further, and oddly, abruptly, his entire world went dark.

The boy went limp in Zander’s arms, his screaming suddenly silencing. It wasn’t a relief, it was terrifying, his head fell back against Zander’s shoulder and for a split second, he was so, so scared he’d simply screamed himself to death. He was breathing though, shallow breaths, but he was completely unconscious, and when Cain saw it he laughed.

“Aww, the poor thing couldn’t take it!” He laughed. “And did you hear him? He says he hates you!” Zander chose not to respond, it already hurt enough to hear it from Wren but at the same time, he didn’t blame him at all, if anything he knew he deserved it.

Wren didn’t come to until the branding was over and done with, Zander held him the entire time, too scared to move him even as the smell of burnt flesh made him nauseous. He’d adjusted his hold on him, gentler, more protective, and desperately hoping that he’d passed out before the pain has gotten too severe.

***

Wren sat on the bed, staring numbly across the room at the red handprints on the wall. He wasn’t even really thinking, just sitting silently, his thoughts reduced to static and nonsense. He was aware of the awful numbness from the burn on his chest but he didn’t want to think too much about it. At some point, Zander came to sit next to him, reaching a hand out to him.

“Don’t touch me.” He said right away. Zander seemed to hesitate, but he pulled his hand away, even moved off the bed. Wren hardly cared. Right now he didn’t feel bad, he didn’t feel guilty, a part of him was still angry. He didn’t know what Zander thought could be worse than what he did, being restrained by someone he trusted. He almost would’ve preferred if Zander had just hit him, holding him in place for that kind of torture was something else though, something he wasn’t sure he’d ever get over.

He didn’t remember much after he’d woken up, but he remembered the pain all too clearly. His throat was still sore and aching, his voice would definitely be shot for days to come. His arms and legs were sore from being restrained the way he was, he didn’t want to think about the bruises that would be left.

Eventually he got off the bed, his legs shaking as he walked into the bathroom, giving himself the most privacy he could get. He approached the mirror hesitantly, scared of what he’d see but also knowing it would drive him crazy to not check just how bad it was. There in the center of his chest was the worst burn he’d ever seen, worse than the brand on his arm it seemed. He almost felt nauseous, the room seemed to warp around him and he was quick to sit down on the tile floor, taking deep, shuddering breaths.

He’d already been branded once. That one had been easy to ignore though, he forgot about it often but on his chest… he’d see it every time he changed clothes, every time he took a shower, he’d see it constantly, he’d be far too aware of its existence and it made him sick. Tears welled up in his eyes again and he didn’t bother to hold them back. He sat there on the bathroom floor, sniffling but otherwise crying silently, wondering how the fuck things got this bad.

***

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#whump #BTHB #passing out from pain #my writing #my oc’s #Wren #Zander #Cain #branding #HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA #I’ve been so excited for this

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in-tua-deep · 3 years

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Hufflepuff Five is so good! Are the Hargreeves lives as students as adventurous like the main crew from HP? What about the Ministry of Magic? Would they get involved if someone caught wind of the sibling’s powers that weren’t just magic?

Their lives are SO wack honestly like, they just vibe. They just are going through their magical youth being absolute feral children who don’t trust adults as far as they can throw them while trying to hide their weird funky powers and also ravenously going through magical feats like they’re going out of style

Luther is every sibling’s go-to practice partner because apparently durability extends to being like? Slightly magic resistant? Basically if you hit Luther with a spell it will only be like, maybe half power? So the siblings use him as a magical shield half the time and an experiment the other half and Luther just Suffers Through This until it all goes wrong and he ends up as a werewolf, oops

(But at least Ben is alive! Honestly the only reason Luther wasn’t straight up mauled to death was a combo of his durability, Ben’s proficiency in healing magic, and Ben managing to befriend the acromantulas)

(Luther eventually gets a sense of humor about this after long years of working on accepting himself and constantly threatens to bite his siblings or makes comments about them looking extra tasty when they irritate him)

Allison is a quidditch star, super popular and athletic as all hell. She probably ends up being the Slytherin team captain, honestly. Allison is all glamor and charisma and in her later years of hogwarts has an absolute blast. Allison is very much functional passing so she’s usually the front man to get the professors off their backs, but she also is the front man for a lot of the shit that the family sell for extra spending money. Five and Ben might make potions, but Allison rules the underground black market in slytherin with an iron fist (which gets them into shenanigans involving other kids who Owe Debts)

Diego is on the gryffindor quidditch team and so him and Allison are constantly at each other’s throats on the pitch (Allison sometimes rumors him during matches when she gets within earshot which makes all of the siblings yell at him but she maintains that he gets to use his stupid powers to score points so she should get to as well). Diego gets roped into everything because he’s super soft. He starts a lot of fights because he has vigilante genes so he serves a lot of detentions. His house tolerates him losing them points because the man is a wizard with a quaffle

(Diego and Allison actually practice a lot together, which their respective teams are like HMMMM over but they’re siblings and slytherin knows that Allison would never hesitate to knock Diego off his broom and wave cheerily as he falls to his death, and gryffindor is aware that Diego can, should, and must throw a ball directly at Allison’s dumb face if she gets too close to him because of the Cain Instinct)

(Honestly Allison and Diego do a LOT for interhouse unity, showing that you can still be ride or die for each other while also wanting greatly to kill each other uwu)

Ben is too independent for his own good, which is what gets him into trouble. He likes gardening, and he likes herbs, and sometimes he’s just GOTTA go into the forbidden forest on a full moon to gather these very specific ingredients, c’mon. He also just. Likes spending time in the forbidden forest. He’s Hagrid’s favorite student because he doesn’t bat an eye at all the weird magical creatures, bc homeboy got an eldritch horror in his navel. Ben makes friends with the acromantulas (who have a healthy respect for him after the Horror ate a few of them), patiently avoids the centaurs, and bribes the pixies into giving him their shed wings through liberal application of jam stolen from the Hogwarts kitchens.

You know what Allison is functional passing and Ben is distinguished passing, all their teachers assume that Ben is the most put together of them but they’re WRONG. They haven’t seen Ben at two in the morning yanking Vanya out of ben because if they don’t break into greenhouse four and help those poor fucking plants the first years are tending to they’re all going to DIE and that’s not fair??? ben is single handedly going to save all those poor plants (and all those first year’s grades)

Vanya is just VIBING, he ends up coming out as trans in fourth year and gets to be roommates with Ben which is pretty sweet. If only Ben didn’t drag him into shenanigans?? All the teachers are like “ah yes Vanya, such a quiet boy not like his siblings at all” but Vanya can will should and must climb onto the roof of the astronomy tower to play his violin because He Just Likes To Be Tall. Vanya once punched a snobby ravenclaw kid in the nose and then stared them down saying “the teachers will never believe you.”

Vanya steals Luther to practice his powers with in unused classrooms the most?? he’s durable. he’ll be fine if Vanya blasts him into a wall with his powers lol

Vanya’s solution to all their problems is “do you want me to blow it up with my powers?” or “do you want me to kill them for you?”

(All of the siblings now refuse to duel with Vanya except for Luther bc Vanya is RUTHLESS. He WILL murder his siblings (almost) given the chance. They’re all so lucky that Ben is so good at healing and carries extra vials of healing potions on his person otherwise Madame Pomfrey would be VERY CONCERNED)

Five and Klaus probably get into the most shenanigans? Klaus gets less and less afraid of ghosts the more he runs into nice ones like Fred Weasley. Fred also lovingly nurtures Klaus’s absolutely terrible sense of humor and encourages him to prank the whole school. Klaus knows ALL the secret passageways thanks to Fred, a previous owner of the Maurauder’s map, so he’s just like. Constantly in the walls. He once dropped out of the ceiling to get to transfiguration in time and nobody even commented on it because Klaus is just Like That.

(A few people see Klaus’s boney elbows and knobbley knees and thinks he’s a good target for bullying just because he’s a slytherin and interhouse awfulness absolutely it at an all time high so recently after the war. YEAH his siblings step in and put the fear of god into any bullies, but Klaus fights like a cornered raccoon.)

Five is just way too smart and curious for his own good. He likes to poke around, figure things out, and also make money. Five does people’s homework, charges them for potions or rune work, tutors, dismantles shit in the chamber of secrets, ALSO explores the secret passageways (and finds some that weren’t on the map), is lovingly bullied into Friendship Activities with his housemates, breaks into the other houses’s common rooms for funsies, and keeps getting fed by the house elves who found out he can ‘apparate’ like them (without a wand) and have apparently adopted him against his will

Five is the sibling who has his fingers in like. ALL the pies. and just constantly pops up and drags them into things. Five will be helping Klaus with potions homework then glance up and tell Diego he’s cashing in the favor he’s owed for carving runes into Diego’s knives and that Diego now gets to break into Douglas Eddington’s room to steal back Lana Delwich’s diary so that Five can trade it to Lana for her rare Solomon Babik chocolate frog card which Five can give to Barnaby Beeson in exchange for a Large Distraction of Five’s Choice and a sketchy book on ward breaking which Five needs so he can break into the headmaster’s office to get a confiscated dark magic book that has some information Five needs to alter a potion that he’s probably going to make Luther drink later

Five is the sibling who is like “Ugh, I thought I was trading for some nundu ingredients but now i have a Whole Baby Nundu in the basement :/”

Which, of course, Klaus wants to keep despite the poison breath.

“This is literally one of the most dangerous magical creatures, we are not keeping it.” Luther says, unimpressed. However, he definitely has it cradled in his arms and makes kissy faces at it when he thinks no one is looking. (Apparently baby toxic nundu breath only makes Luther sneeze, so there’s that?)

“If you guys are arrested for smuggling I am not bailing you out.” Is Allison’s only decree about the matter.

Honestly I wouldn’t be shocked if someone DID eventually find out about one of the siblings’ powers - however, they would come to entirely the wrong conclusion about them?? Because this is a world of MAGIC and so everything magical has to have a magical explanation, right???

Luther is durable as all fuck???? Uhhhhh maybe he has some like. Troll blood or giant blood something back in his family line, obviously not something he would ever want the world to know about bc of species-ism

Allison can make you do whatever you want with her words????? Maybe she’s part veela? With that charm appeal?

Five is doing. Wandless apparation?? I mean, that’s rare as FUCK but wandless magic is,,, grudgingly accepted though it’s usually only used for small or very familiar spells and not usually something as complex as apparation but OKAY just sit him down and forbid him from doing it anymore bc boy boutta be SPLICED or some shit

Klaus can. Klaus can talk to ghosts. Who are not full ghosts. Hmm. huh. Maybe it’s?? A family ability??? a super rare one? like being a metamorphagus? (What the fuck??????? what the FUCK???????)

Primarily the kids started off paranoid because they believed that their abilities indicated that they weren’t the same type of magic, and they didn’t want to be returned to their father, and then it progressed into “these abilities might make people scared of us (looking at you allison, with your imperius-ass abilites)” or “we can’t afford that kind of scrutiny or curiosity about our powers (they might find out luther is a werewolf or something idk)” and “if we are ‘desirable’ children with ‘rare abilities’ the government might try to split us up and adopt us into weird pureblood families or something OR might try to lock us up (like where would they even put Ben??)”

honestly if ben ever got found out he’d just deadpan “it’s a curse, hand me the black wormroot would you?” and be like “oh yeah it’s under control i just go vibe in the woods every so often and rip up a tree or something. I think the horror wants to be the whomping willow when it grows up actually, so just don’t get too close when i’m in the horror zone. if you can live with a murder tree on campus you can live with me on campus”

someone sees vanya fuck something up with his powers and is like ???? and Vanya is just like “accidental magic lol”

“aren’t you... a bit... old for accidental magic...”

“accidental. magic.”

#hogwarts au #they get into so many shenanigans op you have no idea #honestly they probably get a lot looser with publically using their powers #except for allison #she keeps a lock on that shit bc it's an azkaban sentence for using imperius babie #also yes vanya is trans in the hogwarts au now sorry i don't make the rules #congrats elliot page for coming out #i'll probably vary between my aus what is going on with vanya but hogwarts au vanya is trans #he shares a room with ben and gets dragged along to help ben break into greenhouses #five has put himself in charge of getting funds for their futures #because they might survive on the hogwarts orphan fund right now but what about AFTER diego #allison is going to become a famous quidditch player so she doesn't care #but the REST of them???#allison is a jock and you can pry that from my cold dead hands #they have less 'take down the government' school shenanigans #more 'magical school that can kill you' type things #and also whatever shady shit five has gotten into #the slytherins have given up keeping five out of their common room #someone: what have you got there?#ben with the horror out gesturing with a tentacle: a smoothie #luther about being a werewolf: i'm a MONSTER #five: and WHERE was this attitude when you ate my last jar of marshmallow fluff?#the siblings are all just. immune to bullshit now honestly #long post #far tua long #Anonymous

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mulderscully · 4 years

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i'm tired of seeing people say that everytime chloe told lucifer she understood him in past seasons she was wrong. no, she wasn't.

from chloe's point of view at the time she was looking at lucifer as a human being who had experienced some severe trauma she does not know fully but she knows that his playboy ways, his sex jokes and other "flaws" are a coping mechanism and a facade and that he uses those things to hide his vulnerability and true self. she knows that isn't who he really is as a PERSON and as a man. it has nothing to do with him being the devil. and that is why the reveal had to be put off so long, so she could love him without preconceived notions and know his soul, as joe puts it.

yes, chloe did ~betray~ lucifer but i feel like people still don't look at her side and why she did what she did. first of all, lucifer IS scary. he throws people from across the room and out of windows and she has let that slide for YEARS. but after being manipulated by cain, who she THOUGHT WAS A GOOD MAN and ended up being a murderer and killing charlotte that def messed with her and her own trust in her judge of character. she loves lucifer but she is one woman staring down a history as old as time! and it wasn't an easy feat for father kinley to manipulate her into trying to send lucifer back to hell. she saw all those books and her first instinct was to reject what they said because that isn't who she knows and loves, but kinley knew the right buttons to push. he convinced her it was the right thing to do not just the world but for lucifer as well.

the fact that chloe was able to break that gaslighting and then look at history and spit in it's face BECAUSE she knows and loves lucifer's soul is extremely powerful and impactful and does not negate anything that she said in prior seasons. if he had told her a different way, if kinley hadn't manipulated her, she probably would have reacted differently.

but where we're at is that chloe was able to accept lucifer despite his flaws and his own betrayals to her because love is loving someone for ALL that they are, but lucifer had an idea that chloe was perfect and that isn't realistic or fair. he had to accept her downfalls and forgive them too.

#lucifer #deckerstar #chloe decker #also we can talk abt how he took her free will from her by not telling her #but y'all aren't ready

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badwolfe359 · 3 years

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Just Be

Another post 15x19 coda because I'm losing my mind waiting for the finale and this is my attempt at self-care

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Everyone is back.

Bobby, Charlie, Donna, Eileen.

Everyone. Right back where they were when they got snapped.

Sam embraces Eileen, tears running down his face.

Charlie shoots a questioning look at Dean, a look that says what the hell happened? but he just shakes his head and pulls her in, blinking hard to keep from crying.

They make their way back to the bunker, feeling lighter than they have in...well, ever. The biggest bad to ever bad has been defeated and the new God is basically their son so, #blessed or whatever it is the kids are saying these days.

Sam disappears off with Eileen. Dean walks into the library and stops.

What now?

He should be happy.

He is happy.

They defeated Chuck. No evil hanging over their heads. No one pulling their strings. They're free.

Free to do what?

He collapses into a chair and stares at the initials carved into the table.

Everything he has been avoiding thinking about.

Everything he has been avoiding feeling.

There is nothing, now, to focus on. There is nothing to distract him.

His mind takes him back. To the despair he’d felt when they’d barricaded themselves in the dungeon. Realizing that Chuck had been responsible. That he was going to die there with Cas. That everybody was going to die. And he couldn’t do a damned thing.

And then the hope. When Cas had turned and started telling him about The Empty.

...

I made a deal to save him.

The shock at first, at hearing that Cas had made a deal. The worry that had risen up in him at what it could possibly be

The price was my life. When I experienced a moment of true happiness

The fear at hearing what the price was. And then confusion at why he was bringing it up now.

I wondered what it could be, because the one thing I want...it's something I know I can't have.

Possibilities flew through his mind. What is it that he wants that he can’t have? Getting his wings back maybe? Restoring heaven? Rejoining his kind in his home? Another thought crept forth but he had pushed it away. No way could Dean Winchester be the cause of an actual angel’s happiness.

But I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having. It's in just being. It's in just saying it.

Saying it. Saying what? What could Cas possibly have to say to Dean that would let him be happy? A small morsel of hope had begun to bloom in his chest but he tamped down on it. In no way would this lead there. In no universe would Castiel’s happiness include him.

I know how you see yourself, Dean.

No.

You're destructive and you're angry and you're broken.

No.

That's what drives you. That's who you are.

I AM broken. So what is this?

It's not.

No.

Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love.

No.

That is who you are.

He was having trouble computing. The kernel of hope in his chest was expanding but his mind was still refusing to accept that Cas meant anything of what he was saying.

and ever since I pulled you out of Hell, knowing you has changed me.

Knowing Dean had destroyed him. Knowing Dean had gotten him killed, made him weak, damaged and destroyed, vaporized and crazy and hunted and vilified. Knowing Dean had taken an angel that was capable of astounding feats and chained him to a life of pain and misery.

I cared about the whole world because of you.

There were tears sliding down his cheeks. Dean had never seen Castiel cry.

I love you.

His mind raced. How could this awesome, powerful, celestial being take one look at Dean Winchester and think he was worthy of this? How could this literal angel believe that sacrificing himself for Dean was even remotely the right thing to do. He begged Cas not to do it. Not to leave Dean with this. Because there was no way he could live up to the person Castiel saw him as.

A creeping, liquid sound from behind him made him turn and there it was, The Empty.

So it must be true.

He turned back.

Billie broke through the warding on the door.

He needed to say something.

What could he say?

Time was running out.

Goodbye, Dean.

...

He has thought a lot about it, in the intervening days. What would he have said? Words had never been his strong suit. He was a man of action. But there had been no time for that either.

He has never thought of himself as a good person. Has always figured his role was to hunt monsters so that other people didn’t have to. Spending forty years in hell certainly hadn’t helped in that regard and it had only gotten worse, first the Mark of Cain, then the Darkness. If there is one thing Dean knows, it’s that he is not, has never been, worthy of anyone’s love.

Especially not that of an angel.

And yet Castiel professing his love for Dean is what had called The Empty. It had made him happy enough for the deal to be completed.

When Chuck had looked up at him and called him a killer, it had thrown him right back into that quagmire of self-loathing except this time, the hope that had bloomed had taken root. He hadn’t really thought about it before he’d said it. That’s not who I am. It had taken him aback a little to realize that he actually believed it.

He stares down at the initials and pulls out his knife.

Footsteps echo in the empty halls of the bunker.

He looks up.

“Hello Dean.”

Dean sits, paralyzed.

“Cas.”

The angel smiles.

“How…”

“Jack.”

Dean stands on shaking legs, his breathing shallow.

“He told me what happened.”

He takes a few tentative steps forward, thinking for sure that any moment he is going to wake up or Cas is going to disappear or he’s going to turn out to be Lucifer…again.

“How you guys saved the wor-”

The hope that had been born the moment Castiel said out loud everything that they had been dancing around all these years, that had faltered when he’d opened the bunker door after it had carried him in a mad dash up the stairs, but had not died, that had instead, fueled him to keep going, to be kinder to himself, blooms so brightly and Dean picks up speed, careening into the angel and pulling him tight with everything that he has.

He lets out a stuttering breath. He can feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes but for once, he doesn’t try to hold them back. He feels Cas’s arms wrap around him and he sighs into it. He feels Cas’s eyelashes brush his neck and he presses his cheek against the angel’s hair.

They stand in silence, holding onto each other.

“You can have it.”

He mumbles it into Castiel’s trenchcoat. Cas pulls back.

“What did you say?”

Dean knows there are tear tracks on his face but he makes no move to wipe them away. It is time to stop running, time to stop deflecting, time to stop ignoring what is right in front of him. He’d just stood up to God, he can do this.

The angel in front of him believes he can do this.

“You can have it. All of it.”

Castiel frowns and his head tilts. Dean laughs and rolls his eyes.

“I love you too, you idiot.”

Cas looks shocked, his eyes wide. And then he surges forward, and Dean meets him in the middle.

It isn’t groundbreaking or earth-shattering. There aren’t fireworks, or cannons, or explosions.

It feels like watching the highway stretch out into the sunset with the windows rolled down.

It feels like that first sip of water had after he’d clawed his way out of hell.

It feels like sitting on a dock in the sun, fishing.

It feels calm and serene and perfect. Like everything has slotted into place and the world has let out a great sigh of relief.

They’re interrupted by Sam’s pounding footsteps.

“Hey, Dean! Have you seen-”

He cuts off as he skids into the room and stops.

He stares at them. They stare back, Foreheads pressed together and Dean’s hand still on Cas’ cheek.

“Cas.”

“Hello Sam.”

Sam lets out a few shocked breaths before his face breaks into a wide grin.

“About fucking time.” He lets out a soft laugh of relief.

Dean lets out a laugh too, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to Cas’s forehead and then turning back to his brother.

“You wanted something?”

“Not important,” he shakes his head, “I guess I’ll leave you guys to it.”

He turns to leave and then turns back.

“I’m really happy for you guys.”

Dean tamps down on the instinct to turn and run from the sheer volume of emotions currently happening in his vicinity and instead nods.

“Thank you Sam.” Castiel answers for the both of them.

“It’s good to have you back Cas.”

“It’s good to be back.”

Sam looks to Dean.

“Hey, Dean?”

Dean braces himself for whatever is about to come.

“Yeah?”

Sam’s eyes soften.

“I’m proud of you.”

The urge to run from the moment is strong but he fights against it and nods, his eyes swimming with tears. Castiel’s hand squeezes his shoulder and he feels safer, braver.

He clears his throat.

“Thanks.” He says softly, looking back at his brother.

They share a moment before Dean has had enough and breaks eye contact, “Now get out of here, bitch.” He is only so strong.

Sam chuckles, “Whatever, jerk.”

He disappears off into the halls of the bunker with one last smile. Dean turns back to Cas who is looking at him like he is the center of the whole universe. Dean feels that warm swell of hope calm to a placid ocean of love and he lets himself just sit and bask in it.

No more running.

Happy to just be.

#supernatural #spn fanfiction #Destiel #destiel fanfiction #coda #15x19 inherit the earth #15x19 #15x18 #spn #dean winchester #castiel #Songstress42

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Peach you know I gotta ask you to stat dean now you've done Cas

amos youre the only motherfucker on this website i respect

i mean, ranger monster hunter, obviously. so much of the hunter toolkit would translate as ritual casting of things like magic circle and banishment, and the upgrade to a greater favored enemy in the revised ua giving a fiendish option makes a Ton of sense for 3rd-season-ish dean

i think he for sure has some levels in rogue, too - probably just one or two until purgatory-era, when i think he would take a third level to specialize as a scout. rogue is another thing that just kind of comes with dean and sam’s lifestyle as an obvious add-on.

i dont think youd be a remiss to give him a level in warlock either! dean doesnt have any really innate magic the way sam does, but between the demon deal (fiendish), the michael sword (celestial), the mark of cain (hexblade)...i dont think more than few levels for flavor would make sense, probably just enough to take pact of the blade for cain or pact of the tome w/ john’s book, but i do think it’s worth exploring

i mean. in terms of 5e races. the instinct is just to go human. maybe dwarf?? dean is, in a weird way, both a very unique character and an audience surrogate, and i dont know that any race really...captures that other than human. maybe half-orc, to dig into How People See Dean vs How Dean Actually Is? if he is human, i think his racial feat is def either athlete or grappler

so: human variant, at least 9 levels in ranger, at least 3 levels in rouge, and maybe a few levels in warlock, and bam! Its Ya Boi

#asks #amosbreathingfree #spn #ttrpg #hes still Very powerful compared to the average human #but he's also no cas and i think that works in terms of their abilities on the show #5e

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CASSIA FINCH // SCORE OF 9

"... Let's keep an eye on this one."

Ten.

Nine.

Cassia counted backwards as she waited behind the flipped over table and prayed her plan worked. It was a plan which had been hatched in the eleventh hour last night, as she paced around her room, wondering what impressive feat a girl from Eleven could pull off.

Eight.

The plan had started as soon as Cassia had sauntered into the room flanked by the game-makers who would score her worth. It was a thought that made her blood boil, but Cassia pushed it down and focused on the task at hand. She needed to be impressive.

Cassia’s dark eyes wandered around the room as she took in every aspect of it: the bright lights bathing the room in light, the high windows on the opposite side of the room spilling the bright sunshine in slants across the floor, and the plant station which sat mostly forgotten in the corner of the room. Momentarily, Cassia wondered what Cain, her district partner, had done before her.

Seven.

The glass made a shattering sound as the light bulbs, one after another, burst and rained glass down on the training room floor until half the room was shrouded in darkness. Darkness was essential to her plan.

Six.

Next, Cassia pulled all the material from the fire-making station over into the sunlight and built a fire. It needed to be hot, hot as the southern sun the people in District Eleven toiled away under during the summer harvest. Once it was set, it was time for the next phase of her plan.

Five.

The table squeaked along the floor, dragging the glass along with it, as Cassia pulled it into the darkened training center. Quickly, she tossed a first-aid kit, a knife, and a roll of bandages onto the table.

Hastily, Cassia wrapped her hands with the bandages, leaving no skin exposed, as she dashed off to the plants station. The plant she needed had to be there. It had to be or she was dead in the water. Where was it though? Cassia didn’t see it causing a panic to rise in her. There were several look a likes, Queen Anne’s Lace and poison hemlock, but where was the one she was looking for?

“Oh!” She called out happily as she spotted it’s large leaves hiding in the back, probably so no tribute or unknowing trainer accidentally came across it. Cassia assumed it was kicking around just as a visual prop, no one who knew what it was, was stupid enough to touch it.

No one other than a crazy girl from District Eleven.

Four.

She was running out of time and Cassia knew it. “

Come on, come on…” She muttered as she dumped the contents of a discarded plastic water bottle (probably from one of the guards) onto the floor and filled it with the rubbing alcohol from the first-aid kit; the very same liquid Lucky had pointed out to her days earlier for cleaning out wounds, only Cassia didn’t want to clean anything today.

Three.

Carefully, as not to get any sap on her hand, Cassia crushed the stalk of the giant hogweed plant releasing its sap into the liquid concoction. Come to think of it, bandages probably weren’t the best idea if they got soaked through with the sap… Cassia knew she needed to work faster.

Two.

With the poisonous sap safely into the bottle and the top fastened, it was time to move onto the final phase of her plan. All she needed now was to place the dummies around her fire. The dummies which were constructed out of material made to mock the human skin. Dummies which were dressed in clothes similar to herself and her fellow tributes…

One.

With her dummy tributes “sleeping” in the sun near the fire, Cassia strolled over to the fire and dropped the bottle into the flames. The final count down was on.

The blood was pounding so loudly in her hears, Cassia could hardly heard her feet crunching on the glass as she dashed back to her preparation table on the other side of the room, flipping the table over, as she slide to a halt beside it. The last thing she wanted was to be in the line of fire when the bottle blew. She just hoped the table provided enough protection.

Trembling softly, Cassia ripped the coverings off her arms, closed her eyes and waited. It wouldn’t be long n–

BOOM!

Instinctively, Cassia threw her arms over her head with a yelp as she hid behind the table, hoping to shield herself from any hot liquid flying in her direction.

With trepidation Cassia, shirt pulled protectively up over her nose and mouth, slowly peered over the top of the table at the remnants of her explosion. The alcohol had worked nicely for the delivery method, thankfully.

Little did the game-makers know, real show hadn’t even begun yet. No, she still had one last surprise. It had not been for naught she had set her explosion to occur in the area of the training station bathed in the light from the windows.

The giant hogweed plant was a funny little plant. It had been brought to Panem a long long time ago from a far away place, because someone had decided it was an impressive piece for a garden. Little had they known, the plant was deadly.

The catch? The sap of the hogweed plant was highly photosensitive and reacted violently with sunlight.

Even as she thought of it, Cassia could see the burning reaction start to catch thanks to the rays of sunlight. Blindness and third degree burns awaited anyone with the misfortune of accidentally touching the plant and stepping into the sun. A misfortune Cassia had thankfully only witnessed once in her life as a child. It had been a misfortune which had lead her grandfather to show her the plant and make her promise to never ever go near it.

“Sorry grandpa,” Cassia muttered to herself as she recalled the promise she had just broken as she looked out at the now sap covered training center.

Cassia coughed loudly as she looked in the direction of the game-makers. Before she could speak however, her eyes glanced back to the “burned” flesh of the dummies knowing the longer they sat there in the sunlight, the worse the burns would get.

“Cassia, District Eleven.” She told them loudly from her section of the room not daring to venture any closer to them. With her performance complete, Cassia knew she had done the best she could and left, not envying the person who had to clean up her mess.

#77.scores #cassia

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 5 years

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Tbh.. I haven’t even introduced Caine at his worst... so this will be a nice soft starting point... - Admin Satori <3

Caine Temple

The house was silent, save for the hum of the AC running, save for the sound of a leaky pipe somewhere in the walls. A leaky pipe Caine already knew about - had known about for a couple weeks now.

Everything had just gotten so insane around him, the leaky pipe had gone ignored, and he was sure it was causing horrible wreckage in his house - in the walls. So many things had gotten in the way of his taking care of it, though. He’d been arrested - had spent a few weeks in jail. Only to then be recruited by the same bastards that had thrown him in there.

A Narc. That’s what he was now. Someone who tattled on the bad guys because he knew all the telltale signs of bad guys - he knew all the routes, all the tricks… All the names. The shame of being put under the spotlight, of giving away all his known information for a pretty paycheck and no jail time… It wasn’t that bad, if he were being honest.

But he had his pride. And it had shattered the moment he’d been thrown behind bars only to resurface when the police had pulled them into their ranks. Above officers who’d worked years to get where they were.

And Caine got there by committing a few terrible crimes and making a deal?

Being someones enemy definitely had its ego trips - Caine was thought about, hated, even targeted because of what he’d done, where he was now in life, how well he was doing when he should be rotting in jail.

He’d never been more happy in his life.

The door to his study was cracked just the slightest, it was late, and yet even with his Work In Progress cases spread out before him… his mind wandered to Keilani.

His Wife?

The word for what she was to him… didn’t sound nearly enough for what she really was to him. A wife. Sure that’s an important title, one to be fawned and chased after - something important to anyone who holds it, he was positive. Especially for a Temple woman. Taming the boys, he and Sam, hadn’t been the easiest feat - so giving the special ladies that had that title was the least they could do.

Keilani had literally pulled Caine from his personal hell so many times… He was sure he owed her more than just the title of his wife… Even the way they had gone about making her his wife hadn’t been justice to what she deserved.

She deserved a big wedding, with all her family and friends, with all her wishes and dreams coming true - even if it was soured by Caine being at the end of the walkway and not her prince charming….

What she got instead, Caine felt a sickness to his stomach at the memory, was a run down pit stop wedding - after they’d had a child who then played the ring bearer in that wedding. Sam of course had been best man, and he would be in every scenario that played out, but… Caine knew she deserved much better than what he’d given her.

But what else could he have done? He sure had the money for her dreams, but it wasn’t his to spend. He’d been on the run. A grand wedding would have set off all the alarms, put a huge red arrow over his head for the police to find - he might as well had just walked into the station to give himself up…

So she got trash because he was the same.

That’s why he was up this late, wasn’t it? To make it up to her? To show her he wasn’t going to let her down again?

If he did, it’d be only the 30th+ time he had let her down. The first being when they first met - how he threatened her life for simply bumping into him…. The more recent being their sad excuse of a wedding….

The biggest example of his being trash to her… was when he denied his parental rights - denied their child the chance to have a father in their life.

Denied his son the chance at a happier childhood than he, himself, had had.

Vicious Circle started its cycle once more as soon as his son had opened his eyes to this world - to Caine looking down at him in disdain. The end of his life, is how Caine had seen their son, Elijah, for the first couple years of the boys life. A burden to take care of. A liability to his business.

Quiet padding had Caine looking up from the papers on his desk - not that he was actually looking at them. They were there, and he was staring, but his mind was deep in his own self hatred. But when his eyes met a pair of identical emerald green, Caine’s shoulders relaxed, and a deep breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding escaped him.

“Hey, kid.” Elijah, who Caine wracked his brain to remember was 5, stared up at him silently - but his eyes held his question, asked it loud and clear for Caine to see. “Bad dream, huh? Got your teddy?” The boy held up his closed fist to show his favorite teddy bear in hand, he came prepared. “Mommy’s in bed, go on and lay with her, okay?”

But Elijah didn’t move, his light brown eyebrows furrowing in confusion before he was stepping closer to his father. Caine felt an uncomfortable front push through his body, he wasn’t used to being a father… He wasn’t used to being a role model… He wasn’t used to something so small and fragile being so very close to his chaotic forces. Yet….

Elijah showed no fear as he stood at his father’s leg, resting his teddy on his fathers thigh as he stared up at him expectantly. No room for questions or arguments. He wanted to be with his father in this moment.

Caine swallowed thickly before biting the inside of his cheek. It irritated him just the slightest whenever something smaller, weaker, than him wouldn’t listen to his orders. His direction. That’s what kids were supposed to do, right? Listen to their parents? To their elders?

Though, Caine thought, he had little room to be throwing his authority around. He’d barely come back into Elijah’s life a year ago - the boy probably had more power in the house than Caine did at the moment. A small hand patted Caine’s thigh, making the man heave a sigh before pulling the boy to sit on his lap.

“Just don’t squirm, alright? I have work to do still…” Elijah smiled contently as he leaned back against his father’s chest, finding comfort in the large forearm that wrapped around his middle and held him steady. Elijah pulled his teddy bear closer to him, closing his eyes with a smile on his lips. When he started to sway on his father’s lap, Caine held him closer to his chest - not daring to let his boy go toppling to the floor. “Just a little longer, alright? Then we can go back to bed with Mommy.”

Silence enveloped the room as the two of them sat there - Caine’s attention now focused on the paperwork in front of him, pulling details together, fitting pieces of the puzzle together that were so far apart before. Elijah… Little Elijah resting his head against his fathers chest, eyes closed, serene smile pulling his lips upwards. One hand held his teddy close to him while the other rested on his father’s forearm keeping him in place. Safety. Reassurance. Both flowed through the two of them, connecting their hearts in the simplest of ways.

It was only when the pictures started to look the same and when the words started to blur together that Caine realized how late it really was - how long he’d been up for and how his entire body felt heavy with exhaustion. It was only then that he came back to the present and noticed a gentle rubbing on his arm, a small warm hand rubbing calmly against his skin. It soothed his exhaustion just the slightest, but piqued his curiosity.

Bright green eyes stared down at where Elijah was half asleep on his fathers lap, his little hand rubbing up and down on his fathers arm - something Keilani did when Caine was getting a bit too out of control. A reminder that he needed to calm down and come back to reality. A tick, he was sure, Elijah had picked up from her - his eyes saw all… All of the kids eyes saw all, Caine noticed. How many times had Maia gotten upset with him because Chloe or Cole had said a single curse word? Or how Caine would get in trouble for Cole running rampant through the house and breaking everything in his way?

Children were sponges when it came to adults behavior.

Caine was just relieved Elijah had picked up on Keilani’s gentle tones…. And not his chaotic ones.

Instinctively, Caine held the boy closer, a need to protect this innocent child rising above all else - to be the father he never had and offer this boy, his boy, all the best opportunities life had to offer.

Elijah’s eyes opened, sleep making his vision a bit blurry, but he stared up at his father nonetheless with a wobbly smile - a father’s love was new to him. He was used to his mothers hugs and kisses, was used to her holding him close and dousing him in her affection… But he’d never really gotten this close to Caine, an internal fear always keeping him a safe distance away.

But here he was, curled in Caine’s arm, feeling warm and safe.

“Daddy…” A lump formed in Caine’s throat as Elijah called for his attention, “I’m sleepy….”

The need to continue his work cried out as Caine stood up without a second request from the boy, pulling his small body to rest more on his hip. Elijah, without a moments hesitance, laid his head on his father’s shoulder, his arms wrapping around his neck - his teddy snuggled in the space just under Caine’s jaw. “Yeah… Me too, kid…. Let’s get some sleep.”

A click of the lamp and the room grew dark all at once - the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon outside the curtained window.

#Admin Satori #OC writing #Caine OC #Elijah OC #Keilani (not my OC) OC #Maia (not my OC) OC #Sam OC #There's not really going to be a straight story with Caine...#I mean there can be #but idk... I like the snippet ways better #we'll see #Domestic OCs #Domestic Caine OC #Domestic #Slight Angst

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