#i can watch the guy stitched to corpses ripping himself up to get out
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WWX decides to kill two birds with one stone and with the help of WQ reforges the Stygian Tiger Seal into a artificial golden core replacement which she implants into WWX.
WWXs eyes are now permanently red and he has the full power of the seal at his fingertips at all times because its part of him now.
Another side effect of this Stygian Core is discovered when WWX misses JZXs ambush and is instead attacked and disembowled in Carp Tower in full view of the cultivation world but then immediately regenerates without a scratch and blood ruined robes.
Watching WWX be more annoyed at the bloody robes than being disembowled because the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation has apparently cultivated to immortality USING RESENTMENT shakes a lot of people.
“Huh.” Wen Qing says as she observes yet another failure of Wei Wuxian’s inventions quite literally blow up in his face. “So this Seal of yours protects you?”
Wei Wuxian coughs from the smoke of his busted invention, “Well, yeah. What about it?”
“It’s sentient, correct?”
“Yeah....?”
“Hmm.” Wen Qing observed the Seal slowly bobbing up and down. “Can you circulate resentful energy through the Seal for a moment? Don’t make it do anything. Just channel resentful energy through it like you would if you channeled spiritual energy normally.”
“Okayyy??” Wei Wuxian was perplexed but nevertheless obeyed and watched as Wen Qing’s eyes brightened. “What? What is it? Wen Qing, tell meeeeee! Don’t leave me out!!!!!”
“Brat, I’m trying to concentrate.” She scolded him, but her tone was fond.
Wei Wuxian waited a few more moments before it seemed like Wen Qing had seen enough.
“I want you to calm down when I say this, but I think you can reforge the Seal into a core which I can transfer into you.”
Wei Wuxian was silent......for about two seconds. “............What?”
Wen Qing sighed. “Wei Wuxian, when you channeled resentful energy through the Seal, the Seal acted much like how it would if someone were to channel spiritual energy through their core. The Seal can be made into an artificial core is what I’m saying.”
“I.....you are sure?” Wei Wuxian asked. He knew Wen Qing wouldn’t joke about this.
“Yes. I’m about eighty percent sure this will go well. I can even knock you out when I cut you open this time.”
“I.....okay.” Wei Wuxian was at a loss for words.
“So I’ve rendered you speechless.” Wen Qing smiled. “That kinda feels good.”
Wei Wuxian pouted.
...........
It took a few days to reform the Seal into a form that would resemble a core but Wei Wuxian was a genius and having Wen Qing there to bounce ideas off of helped in giving him a clue as to how a core should look and feel like.
“Are you ready?” Wen Qing asked.
Wei Wuxian, who was one hundred percent not ready, said, “Yes.”
Wen Qing saw through this. “It will be alright.” She squeezed his hand. “This time, it will be alright.”
That was the last thing he heard before he was knocked out.
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When he awoke, his eyes had burned for a little before the pain dissipated.
Wen Qing had been in the midst of declaring the operation successful when she suddenly paused, “Huh.”
“What is it?” He asked nervously. Did something go wrong?
“Oh.....it’s, hmm. A’ Ning, get me some water, will you?”
Wen Ning returned not long later and locked eyes with Wei Wuxian. He seemed quite startled and that made Wei Wuxian even more curious. Based on Wen Qing’s reaction, it wasn’t anything bad, but still.....
“Wei Wuxian.”
“Yes?”
“Look at your reflection and you’ll understand why A’ Ning and I looked startled.”
Wei Wuxian did.
And he was shocked to see that his eyes have now become a brilliant shade of red. “What the hell?”
“Mmhm.”
“Why are my eyes red???”
“Well, Wei Wuxian, I’m not sure if anyone’s told you, but you’re aware your eyes turn red everytime you use demonic cultivation, right?”
“Umm, no??”
“Well, they do. And considering what your core is, well. I’m not entirely surprised this happened. It was certainly unexpected though.” She finished cleaning up and left Wei Wuxian to just sit and admire his reflection.
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A week and some carefully supervised experiments later, Wei Wuxian had full control over his core. It was really just the same thing as how one would normally use a golden core, so it didn’t take long for him to get the hang of it. However, considering his core is the Seal, he also had the ability to control thousands of corpses and this time without any of the side effects.
He also spent time trying to get Suibian to respond to him using resentful energy. Considering that the sword was a spiritual sword, he was unsure of the compatibility but Suibian seemed to adapt well enough and Wei Wuxian was so glad he didn’t have to give up ever using his beloved sword again.
The next step on his agenda was to update the wards. Using the power of the Seal to strengthen it was a walk in the park and Wei Wuxian finally felt like despite how the cultivation world was always on the verge of killing him and the Wens, they’d be safe. The wards would hold out.
He then started absorbing all the deep-seated resentment in the soil to make it more fertile as well as trying to clear the Burial Mounds resentment by listening to the stories of the dead and helping them pass on. He also painstakingly dug up all the strewn about corpses, burned them and held proper funeral rites for them.
The crops flourished, the Wens and him were well-fed, and the Burial Mounds started to lighten up. Wei Wuxian no longer looked to be on the verge of death and he was able to cultivate without any problem.
Like this, time passed peacefully.
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He was invited to his nephew’s one month celebration not long later and Wei Wuxian decided that this would be a good time to show the cultivation world that he truly is the grandmaster of demonic cultivation they all claim him to be. (In truth, he never considered himself to be any sort of grandmaster considering how little he knew of demonic cultivation, but it was different now.)
He told Wen Ning and the other corpses - of the resentful spirits that stayed behind saying they wanted to help him - to watch for any Jins since he trusted they’d take this chance to attack the Burial Mounds.
After he put on a concealing talisman for his eyes - since he knew that his different eye color would make a huge uproar -, he took to the skies with Suibian and nearly teared up. He’d missed flying. He’d missed this feeling. Laughing happily, he circulated the resentful energy in his core and sped up, becoming a black blur as he flew straight over Qiongqi Path.
When he landed at the foot of Koi Tower, invitation in hand, the Jin guards seemed surprised to see him there but had to let him in, not wanting to offend him.
Jiang Yanli-- no, it was Jin Yanli saw him and waved excitedly, beckoning him over. Out of his sight, Jin Guangyao and Jin Guangshan seemed surprised to see him there.
“A’ Xian!”
“Shijie!” The form of address slipped out.
Her face softened. “You made it!”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
The whispers of the people around him, wondering why he was there, surrounded him, but he ignored it. “Shijie, here’s my present!”
She looked at the bell with a little bit of wonder. “What does it do?”
“It’ll ensure that high level resentful beings and below won’t be able to move!”
“Oh, A’ Xian! This is perfect.”
“Thank you.” Jin Zixuan said, awkwardly. Wei Wuxian had forgotten he was there.
“No need! If it’s for Shijie’s son, I’d do anything!”
“He’s my son, too.”
Wei Wuxian made a face at that. “Well, yeah.”
“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng called and then stopped. “You have your sword?”
Wei Wuxian shrugged, “Yep!” He twirled around. “I started picking Suibian up again! But let’s not focus on that, Jiang Cheng!”
Jiang Cheng seemed hesitant but dropped it readily enough as they started bickering like they used to.
Suddenly--
“Wei Wuxian!” Someone yelled.
Wei Wuxian groaned. Can one day go on without someone yelling my name with hatred??? Like, please??
“Yeeeeeees?” He drawled tiredly.
And some Jin guy that vaguely looked like Jin Zixuan stomped in, looking murderous. “You, remove the curse that you put on me!!”
Murmurs started up all around them.
“Curse?” Wei Wuxian looked confused. “What curse? And who are you anyway? Am I supposed to know you from somewhere??”
“You know who I am!!”
“No, I don’t actually.” Wei Wuxian scratched his head as he walked forward to get a better look. He really didn’t know!
“That’s Jin Zixun.” His shijie said, coming up to him. “From the Phoenix Mountain hunt?” Before Wei Wuxian could say anything, she continued. “The one that was supposed to apologize to you.”
“Hmm?” Wei Wuxian thought really hard. “Oh! I remember you now!” He said to a rather red-faced Jin Zixun. “Sorry about that buddy, but uhh I didn’t curse you! I didn’t even remember you until now!”
“It must be you! It has to be you!!” He screamed and it was really grating on his nerves. “See! Look at this!” He ripped his robes open and everyone gasped at the evidence of the Hundred Holes curse on his torso.
Wei Wuxian whistled. “Well, that’s quite some curse. But I still didn’t do it.” Jin Zixun looked ready to refute so he continued, “Why would I curse you secretly when I usually make a big production of those I kill?”
People had to admit he had a point.
Jin Zixun continued to scream expletives until he finally rushed forward and in a rather bold move, drew his sword, plunging forward. However, in his anger, he completely missed his target and the direction of the blade pointed towards Jin Yanli.
“A’ Jie!!” Jiang Cheng screamed
Wei Wuxian was the closest to her and pushed her back, stepping in front of her taking the sword to his gut.
“A’ XIAN!!!” “WEI WUXIAN!!” “WEI YING!!” Jin Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Lan Wangji, who was actually there, all screamed.
And Wei Wuxian who had just been disemboweled, grit his teeth and pulled out the sword. Which, in hindsight, was a horrible decision since blood got everywhere. Though not so much when his stomach stitched itself back together. “................Huh.” I knew I regenerated quickly considering how often I got hurt plowing the fields and digging up the corpses to put them to rest, but damn that was quick. Though..... “My robes!” He fake-cried, turning his attention to a stunned Jin Zixun. “You ruined my robes! I just managed to scrounge up enough money to buy this new pair and you ruined them!!!!” He fretted over the large rip over his abdomen. “What am I going to tell Wen Qing? She just told me not to stain them!”
The entire cultivation just stared at him in silent shock, making Wei Wuxian feel a little self-conscious.
“Uhh, what are all of you staring at me for?”
“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng said with all the patience of an exasperated brother. “Is that the only thing you can ask?!” He glared, signaling for two Jiang disciples to restrain Jin Zixun from anymore stupid ideas he’d like to enact. “When did you cultivate to immortality?”
“I didn’t??? What do you mean??”
“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, checking him over. “Are you alright?”
“Hmm? I’m a little dizzy considering all the blood I’ve lost, but it’s nothing big!” He grinned. It felt nice to have Lan Zhan care for him rather than fight with him.
“Wei Wuxian, stop flirting with Hanguang-Jun and answer the damn question.”
Wei Wuxian turned his attention back to his brother and pouted at him, missing Lan Wangji’s red ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“A’ Xian.” Shijie said and Wei Wuxian abruptly realized her robes had his blood on them.
“Shijie, I’m sorry I got your robes dirty!”
“It’s fine.” She patted him. “But A’ Xian, I know you didn’t pay attention to those lectures, but only immortals can heal from wounds like that that quickly.”
“Really?”
“Mn.” Lan Zhan confirmed.
“Huh. So I’m immortal?”
“Yes.” Jiang Cheng deadpanned. “And you didn’t even notice it. In true Wei Wuxian fashion.”
Lan Zhan frowned then. He had still been checking Wei Wuxian’s pulse. “Wei Ying, what happened to your core?”
“Hmm? .........Oh shit.”
“Why is it covered in resentment?”
“Oh. Umm.” Wei Wuxian really was at a loss for words now. “We can discuss that later?”
“Wei Ying.”
“Aiya, how do you make my name sound like reprimand?”
“Don’t try to deflect the conversation.” Jiang Cheng said, now paying attention.
Wei Wuxian groaned. “Okay. Well, everyone would have found out sooner or later but umm. I might have cultivated to immortality accidentally via demonic cultivation? Haha, ha......”
No one laughed with him. They all looked pretty shaken and Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh at their reaction. He felt pretty detached from it all, to be honest.
“Can we all just forget about this and continue celebrating Jin Ling’s one month celebration?”
And everyone collectively said, “No.”
“Aww.”
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To this day, I’m still unsure of whether it’s Carp Tower or Koi Tower.
#mdzs#wei ying#wei wuxian#wen qing#immortal wei wuxian#fluff#wei wuxian has a new core#but it's not a golden core#wen remnants#jiang cheng#jiang wanyin#jiang yanli#jin zixuan#jin zixun#humor#lan zhan#lan wangji#mild warning for blood
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If you have the time can you please please please recap season 4 of riverdale. I was going to binge it on Netflix but things happen and then I saw your post about the graduation episode and HAD to watch that happen and now I’m recommitted to the cause and need to know what happened while I was gone
sure. okay so the season sadly starts with the death of fred andrews in a very sentimental and moving episode that’s kind of seperate from the rest of the show so it’s not really until episode two that things kick off. the riverteens are kind of thriving in a parentless world because milf alice was kidnapped by a cult, dilf hiram and milf hermione are in prison, milf penelope is in hiding after killing a bunch of people, milf mary is kind of just There, milf gladys went back to toledo after her drug empire failed, god knows what milf sierra and gay kevin’s straight former cop dad are off doing, and dilf fp is the sheriff but because it’s fp he’s kind of bad at it. so the riverteens are horrified when their new principal mr honey expects them to be at school on time and disapproves of them throwing school dances because students keep getting murdered at them. cheryl, who an episode prior never wanted anyone in riverdale to celebrate the 4th of july ever again because of her brother’s death, considers this an act of oppression and throws a party at her house. however, as she is keeping her brother’s mummified corpse in the basement, she gets angry when reggie tries to sneak down there. meanwhile gay kevin is trying to make amends with betty for the time he tried to have her lobotomised because of the cult led by chad michael murray. betty uses this to her advantage to find out where the cult is, teaming up with her half brother, charles (not to be confused with chic, who was only PRETENDING to be charles back in season two). archie gets munroe, his prison buddy, to attend riverdale high, and reggie is weirdly jealous about it. archie discovers that this is because reggie is being abused by his father, so they smash in his car and apparently this solves everything. jughead starts attending stonewall prep, where he meets bret weston wallis, donna sweett, joan berkeley, and jonathan. he also reunites with moose, who disappeared in mid s3 after cheryl outed him to the whole school including his homophobic dad, and then his homophobic dad dressed up as the gargoyle to try and stop moose and gay kevin hooking up in the sex bunker they stole from dilton doiley after he killed himself, but it turns out that his homophobic dad was just angry HE never got to fuck gay kevin’s straight cop dad back in the day. it was this whole thing. anyway, moose is like “i’m going by my real name, marmaduke now, so people don’t find out about my dad” but everyone does anyway and so moose mysteriously disappears again. betty finds out where the cult is (after disarming a bomb attached to her sister polly using a bobby pin) and goes to rescue her mother. milf alice reveals that chad michael murray is using the cult money to build a rocket, and his wife/fake daughter evelyn is going to drive a bus full of cultists off a cliff. the day is saved! veronica finds out that her father’s real surname is luna and decides to start going by that as an act of rebellion because he keeps leaving the prison that he owns to fuck with her after she had him arrested. archie decides to turn his gym into a community centre with munroe’s help. cheryl, who, for unknown reasons, obtained custody of polly’s twins, immediately fires the nanny that toni hired because he said there were probably rats in the walls and went into the basement. cheryl goes to make sure that the nanny didn’t interfere with her brother’s mummified corpse, and toni walks in on her stitching him up. videotapes start arriving at the homes of the riverdale residents of said homes being filmed for hours. onto halloween! toni tells cheryl they can’t have a dead body in the horse and makes her rebury jason, at which point cheryl claims she is being haunted by a doll named julian, who is supposedly possessed by the spirit of her other brother that she ate in utero, but the haunting will stop if they unbury jason. toni agrees, but the doll continues to appear in weird places, and cheryl is forced to confess that while she WAS gaslighting her before, she isn’t right now. betty bonds with charles while receiving prank phone calls from polly, who is now in a mental institution. archie and munroe try to throw a halloween party at their community centre for the troubled youths but it’s interrupted by a drug dealing gang trying to start shit in the parking lot, thus giving archie a new enemy. reggie destroys mr honey’s office for the joke but mr honey catches him and is like “you do this because your dad hits you.” jughead uncovers mysteries surrounding strange disappearances of prep students known as “the stonewall four,” and donna drugs him so she and bretjoanjonathan can lock him in a coffin overnight as a bit. meanwhile, veronica burns a man alive in her basement. archie becomes a teen vigilante for the millionth time in the series, jughead and the other stonewall stags go into the running to be the ghostwriter for the baxter brothers franchise, veronica gets her mother out of prison but then finds out that her half sister, hermosa the PI, got their father out of prison, and he is now mayor again. betty and gay kevin start an fbi training course in which betty realises the serial killer gene is a real thing and she does have it, and remembers when she killed her childhood cat. jughead finds out that his grandfather who drunk himself to death but also abandoned fp but is also just some guy ACTUALLY wrote the baxter brothers franchise and is like “i have to reveal this!” so he takes it to his english teacher mr chipping but then mr chipping jumps out of a window before anything can come of it, and jughead is horrified when the stonewall stags have no reaction. cheryl is still convinced she is being haunted by a doll and things are further complicated when her extended family shows up. her uncle discovers jason’s body in the basement, threatens to send cheryl away, and is killed by toni. speaking of death, archie is still on his vigilante shit and asks hiram for help, at which point the near dead body of the gang leader, dodger shows up wrapped in carpet outside of the community centre. betty visits chic in prison to find out more about charles, and when chic threatens to reveal where milf alice buried the man she killed back in season two, charles and fp go to dig it up again and move it somewhere else. to get her family away from her and also in the spirit of thanksgiving, cheryl makes them think that they ate her uncle. dodger’s family show up at the community centre thanksgiving for revenge and there’s almost a shoot out, but thankfully the deep fryer explodes and chaos is avoided! milf mary later suggests the deep fryer exploding was archie’s dead dad’s ghost. betty and jughead spend the weekend at stonewall prep, where they play a homoerotic game of never have i ever with bret and donna. donna says that she and mr chipping were having an affair. now it’s time for the gang to go to therapy: archie gets diagnosed with gay but is also just suffering from an insane guilt complex, betty has mommy issues, veronica has daddy issues, cheryl is being gaslit but did NOT eat her brother in utero, jughead is just some guy. jughead finds out where his abusive alcoholic grandfather has been hiding out, and meanwhile his dad gets shot. veronica decides to fight back against her father by starting a rival rum business. polly rips off a nurse’s face and betty finds out that everyone in her family has a trigger word instilled in them by the cult, so she imagines herself going back in time to STOP her child self killing her cat to learn how to control it. cheryl uncovers her gaslighter by literally gassing her house, and it’s revealed that milf penelope was living in the walls and mad that cheryl had jason’s body. cheryl reburies jason and imprisons her mother in the sex bunker. archie’s uncle shows up, just in time for football season! the riverteens are playing stonewall prep, and reggie reveals that the preppies fight dirty, just in time for them to tonya harding munroe’s knees as he is their star player. archie’s uncle gives munroe steroids so he can play anyway, and riverdale loses but munroe gets a scholarship. cheryl feuds with her new cheerleading coach and locks her in her office so she has a panic attack. hiram threatens to sue veronica for stealing his rum recipe, so she teams up with cheryl (maple syrup queen) to create a new type. jughead joins the stonewall prep secret society, the quill and skull, and reveals that he watched a homeless man die. also, the cheerleading team performs cherry bomb. betty starts feuding with bret and decides to stand off against him in a quiz show, and although she wins, she is accused of cheating and is forced to give it up. she also wanted to use this to try and get into yale because apparently “cooper” is an uncommon name and people associate it with her serial killer father. veronica and cheryl enlist milf penelope and her former brothel in a hotel to run their underground rum dealership after hiram kept fucking shit up at veronica’s speakeasy. jughead is forced to come up with new stories for his baxter brother books, and so he writes about betty’s serial killer father (uh oh!) archie tries to restart his father’s construction company but his uncle’s shenanigans make it hard and gay kevin’s straight former cop dad has HAD IT. fangs is back from cult recovery, but gay kevin has gotten into non sexual tickle porn. toni and fangs get in on this they use this to blackmail nick st clair after he returns and understandably upsets cheryl, his would be rape victim. archie is attacked in the bathrooms at school because his uncle can’t mind his own business, but this plot was fucking boring so i don’t remember most of it. jughead and bret decided to duel, because of course, and betty uses this as a chance to investigate the preppies further. she finds out that bret films sex tapes and blackmailed moose with one, and also has one of her and jughead. she also finds a video suggesting donna lied about her affair with mr chipping. veronica goes to new york to visit katy keene, played by lucy hale of fantasy island fame, who tells her that her mother is dying. veronica returns home just in time to hear that hiram has a mysterious disease and decides to make amends. jughead is accused of plagiarism, meanwhile veronica realises her father thrives off war, and continues their rum battle. archie is now drinking at school and veronica accuses mr honey of being a fascist for having a problem with it. BUT. MOST IMPORTANTLY. ALL SEASON WE HAVE BEEN TEASED WITH DEADHEAD. AND IT IS FINALLY HAPPENING. IDES OF MARCH PARTY AT STONEWALL PREP. AND BETTY BASHES JUGHEAD’S HEAD IN WITH A ROCK. betty tries to prove that the stonewall stags did it instead but donna is an insane lesbian and thrives off gaslighting and fucking with her. because jughead died, betty gets his spot at yale. the core four are accused of murder but cleared of everything. jughead has a funeral, and bret’s attempt of proving jughead isn’t in the casket are thwarted by the sweet pea, the sweetest pea in the room. hiram shows up just to fire fp as sheriff. betty kisses archie to help with her grief, and veronica ends things with them both. but donna is not convinced, and goes around stalking betty, saying she watched her sex tape and knows that betty couldn’t last so long without sex with jughead. and she is right! because lo and behold, jughead is alive and hiding in the sex bunker, despite donna’s best attempts to catch them out. donna knows they’re up to something and implies she killed jonathan when bret doubts her. betty and archie are like “yeah we only dated for the bit :/” but their texting implies it was...more. betty and jughead return to stonewall and expose the preppies, but they decide not to interview jonathan because he “has food poisoning.” or he’s dead. their other teacher kills himself, and fp reunites with his abusive father. betty discovers that donna’s grandmother was one of the people killed for the rights to the baxter brothers/tracy true franchise, and the entire scheme was a complicated revenge plot by donna to get back at their teacher for killing her grandmother. betty blackmails her with this information so donna can’t have the tracy true contract, and everything is “wrapped up” just in time for gay kevin to announce he’s doing a variety show. gay kevin’s intentions of performing hedwig are destroyed when mr honey is like “no, this is inappropriate for high schoolers,” and so the riverteens decide to band together and have everyone perform hedwig songs as an act of protest. meanwhile, betty and jughead fight because jughead didn’t do his homework because he was too busy watching the stalker vhs tapes, and veronica and archie fight because he lied about her father working out at his gym, given that hiram has tried to kill him multiple times and doesn’t really care about his health. betty and archie use this as an opportunity to kiss during origin of love. the variety show is cancelled, but the core four and gay kevin perform midnight radio on the roof, and jughead watches a stalker vhs tape of someone in a betty mask killing someone in a jughead mask. tickle porn shenanigans continue, and gay kevin is threatened over cheating his original tickle porn handler out of money. mr honey then forces them to shut the website down. cheryl leaves the rum business after her mother is threatened because of goons that were mad at hiram. hiram decides to deal with this by going after said goons. archie writes a song for betty, they explore their relationship further, but she picks jughead over him even when he says he’ll dump veronica for her. jughead discovers that ethel watched his and betty’s sex tape, and he and charles uncover blue velvet video, which houses sexy films and snuff films, and jughead is like “oh this is connected to the whole vhs stalker thing.” cheryl is sent a video of someone dressed up as her father killing someone dressed up as her brother. the riverteens turn their focus to the fact that all of them except archie and jughead have been banned from prom for various reasons, and betty suggests they kill mr honey as punishment. jughead writes an elaborate murder fantasy about them doing so, and also kills off reggie and drives cheryl insane for the bit i guess. the riverteens conclude that mr honey was behind the vhs stalker tapes and have him fired, and he tells them they’re all deranged before going to teach at stonewall prep. the school secretary tells them all the wonderful things mr honey did for the school and hands jughead a recommendation letter he wrote him for college. jughead realises they fucked up and rewrites his story so mr honey lives, but uh oh! he and betty uncover a vhs tape of their fictional murder of mr honey, much like the others.
and that’s what you missed on riverdale!
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Hi! For the prompts can you do destiel stories and #4 and #16?? Thanks! ❤❤
Hi Nonnie!! Thank you so much for the request. Sorry it’s taken me so long to finish, I had a few false starts with it. Enjoy ^_^
(prompts are open. Send me a number between 1 and 635 and I’ll write a thing for you)
I’ve now done prompts for: #1, #2, #4 and #16, #10, #78, #170 and #502 but all the others are fair game :D
Prompt #4: “I’m not okay.” and Prompt #16: Kiss
The first time Cas realised that he couldn’t heal anymore, it was when Dean had already lost about two pints of blood. His thigh had a long gash in it, and he was currently slumped against the wall trying to get his breath back from where he’d been winded by the cruel cinderblock while Cas took out the werewolf that had tossed him there. He poked at the wound and hissed, trying not to wonder if that little spark of white in amongst all the red was bone or if his eyes were doing that unreliable thing that happened somewhere around pint two and a half.
The still smoking corpse of the werewolf dropped and Cas was by his side in an instant, crouching down and placing two fingers to his forehead with a small smile. Dean waited for the relief, for the delicate brush of Cas’s grace to get knitting his leg back together, but when the pain didn’t abate, and when Cas’ smile fell into wide-eyed horror, he knew what had happened.
“Dean—”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Dean said quickly. Forcing his lips into something that was probably more a pained grimace than a smile. “It’s alright. Here’s what I need you to do. I need you to go to the car and get the first aid kit out the trunk and bring it back here, okay?” He kept his voice as calm as possible, knowing that this was a huge thing for Cas, and that he was on the verge of panicking, of trying to force a heal, which could mean all kinds of bad shit was about to go down if Dean didn’t give him a task.
Cas blinked and tore his hand away from Dean’s forehead.
“Yes,” he said, standing a lot more clumsily than his usual graceful movements, “I— I can do that. Dean, will you…?”
“I’ll be here.”
Cas nodded, but it still took him another few seconds to leave and Dean was pretty sure he was beating him self up pretty bad right now. He was also pretty sure that he’d beat himself up way worse if Dean actually died while he was out getting band-aids so he concentrated real hard on not doing that. Not that this was a fatal wound really. Infection was the worst danger, and blood loss, but those could both be remedied the human way. It would suck, but he’d be fine.
Sam was going to throw a huge bitch fit when he realised that this meant Dean had a ready-made excuse to do nothing but sit in front of the TV for at least two weeks. What a shame.
Cas returned, holding the box and practically falling at Dean’s side.
“Thanks, buddy. That’s great.” Dean said, deciding that keeping a stream of reassurance would not only keep Cas from freaking out, but it would also give him something to focus on other than the huge, gaping wound in his leg. He took the box from Cas’ shaking hands and flipped open the lid. Well… first things first. He pulled out the fifth of whiskey and put the box down on the floor so he could unscrew the lid.
“What are you doing?” Cas demanded, making to snatch the bottle from him, but Dean held it protectively into his chest.
“Trust me,” he said with a small laugh, “I’m gonna need it.” Then he took several large gulps, waited for the warmth to bloom in his stomach and poured a liberal amount onto his ruined leg. “Fuck!” He yelled as the sharp burning pain sliced through his thigh, he smashed his free fist against the floor as a distraction and would have dropped the bottle if Cas hadn’t rescued it, concern and guilt etched into every line of his face.
“What can I do?” He asked, and Dean’s heart broke at the plea in his voice, desperate to help, desperate for some kind of direction. Dean was breathing hard, and he was shaking with a mixture of pain and adrenaline.
“You’re gonna have to stitch me up, buddy,” he said, holding a hand out so Cas could see the tremor. “I need a pair of steady hands and a can do attitude. You’ve got those, right?”
“I— yes?”
“’Course you do.” Dean said firmly, pushing the towards Cas. “Needle and dental floss, and you can’t stop once you start, you’ve gotta keep going till it’s done.”
“Dean—”
“You’ve got this. Hell, you’re probably more qualified to do this than I’ve ever been. You’ve got all that angel knowledge in your head, and you once built me up from scratch, right? This is easy.”
Cas’ face set determined and he nodded before ripping up the seam of Dean’s jeans to peel the denim away from the wound. Dean winced and was suddenly very glad that all his blood was otherwise occupied because in different circumstances he’d be having another kind of hard time. Cas pulled out what he needed and used a clean rag to wipe away as much blood as he could, used the rest of the whisky to wash his hands with and readied the needle over Dean’s skin before pausing to meet his eyes.
“Ready?”
Dean held up a finger, then grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and took a few more slugs. “Okay,” he rasped. “Go nuts.”
The first press of the needle had Dean clenching his teeth so hard he was surprised he wasn’t pushing them back into his gums.
“Ninety degrees, above the fat, centimetre to the right of the wound,” Cas muttered, seemingly to himself.
“Watch who you’re calling fat,” Dean gritted back. Cas’ eyes stayed fixed on Dean’s leg but his lips twitched into a thin smile. Then he twisted the needle into position and Dean forgot to be funny. “Son of a bitch!” He yelled.
The needle poked through the other side of the gash and Dean felt like he might throw up.
“Pull until two inches of thread left on the right side.” Cas continued, his tone apologetic as he took hold of the needle and began to pull.
Dean let out a series of noises that were somewhere between gasping and screaming as he felt the dental floss move through sinew and only the fear of ripping through more of his leg kept him from thrashing and trying to kick Cas away. It might not be the worst pain he’d ever experienced but it still freaking hurt.
“It’s alright.” Cas soothed, pulling the two sides of the wound together and tying off the floss with a precision that made no sense considering this was his first suture.
While Cas worked Dean examined him. There was nothing else to focus on other than the pain but that would be all kinds of unhelpful. So he watched Cas, the firm line of his jaw, the deft fingers adding a third throw to the floss for extra security, the mixture of steel and grief in his eyes.
He let out a grunt as Cas began on the second suture—at what Dean would bet was exactly a quarter inch down from the first—and Cas’ lips pulled in tighter.
“Are you okay?” Dean asked. He might be the one with muscle exposed to air but Cas seemed to be laser focussed on his task, his eyes barely moving from the needle and thread, as though he was terrified to look at the wound itself. Weird, he’d never thought of Cas as squeamish, he’d certainly never shown a sign of it before.
“Fine,” Cas said bluntly, his tone indicating anything but.
“Uh-huh.”
“Dean, please, I’m trying to concentrate.”
Dean wanted to argue, but pissing off the guy stitching up his leg probably wasn’t the best idea so he dropped it. Cas worked quickly, soon getting the hang of the routine of it and in less than half an hour there were eleven neat little knots of thread along his thigh.
“Nice work.”
Cas sat back and dropped the needle and floss back into the first aid kit.
“I’m not okay,” he said quietly, wiping his bloodied hands on a rag.
“No?”
“I could have lost you.” His voice was so soft, so mournful and it twinged something in his chest.
“What, to this?” Dean gestured to his leg. “Dude, it’s just a scratch, it was never gonna kill me.”
“But what if it was worse?” Cas argued. “What if it’s worse next time? If I can’t heal—”
Dean reached out a hand and placed it on Cas’ shoulder. “Cas, it’s not on you, okay? No matter what happens, it’s not your fault. Sometimes you’ve just gotta roll with the punches and do what you can. Like today, you stitched me up real good and once it heals it’s gonna be a badass scar. There’s no point crying about what ifs. What happens happens, and we pick our fate. And I for one wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Then, before he could second-guess himself, he curled his hand around the back of Cas’ neck, yanking him forward so that their lips met. Even startled, Cas recovered quickly, catching himself so that he didn’t topple completely into Dean, one hand came up to hesitantly cradle his cheek. The touch was so light that it tickled and Dean took it as encouragement to deepen the kiss, pushing into it all the things he had pushed down, the words he’d refused to say, the feelings that had always seemed to stick in his throat. Cas let out a breathy sound that was a little like awe as he pulled back, his eyes shining as he looked at Dean like he was somehow worthy of the love of an angel.
Dean looked away. It hurt too much, to have that kind of delicate faith gently placed into his clumsy hands.
“I’ll blame that on the Jack later,” Dean mumbled, ashamed to know that it was true. “But that was my choice and I want you to know that before I chicken out.”
“Dean—”
“Help me up.” He cut in, using the wall behind him and his good leg to start the process. “We should get back.”
“Alright.”
Cas took his arm and helped pull him upright. He hissed in pain as he tried to put weight on his leg but it hurt a hell of a lot less than it did, and it should heal pretty clean.
“For the record,” Cas said conversationally as they hobbled their way to the car, the first aid kit in Cas’ other hand rattling a little with each step. “If you ever wanted to make that choice again, I’d be amenable to it.”
Dean couldn’t help a little grin starting to split his face. “Oh, would you now?”
“Yes.” Cas said, a pink flush spreading up his neck as Dean turned to look at him. “I would.”
Dean chuckled and, feeling brave, ducked his head in to peck Cas’ cheek, relishing in the ensuing blush and the small, sweet smile.
“Good.”
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A Hopeless Fight
Yander Levi x Reader
Warning: this story contains blood, gore, and suggestive themes such as kidnapping, murder, non-consensual touching, forced sex, and drug usage. You guys have been warned! Now all of you who wanna read! Please enjoy! :D
Prologue:
*Drip*
“W-Wait! P-Please! I-Ugh! I’ll give you anything you want! Just please don’t kill me!”
*Drip*
“PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU!!!!!!”
*Drip*
“NO!! NOT AGAIN!! NO! PLEASE!!! IM SORRY!!! NO!!! SOMEONE HELP M—“
*Splat!*
His hands were once again stained with the familiar crimson liquid. The same liquid that smears the skin in red when you try and wipe it off. The same irony liquid he’s spilled countless times. The same substance he himself had within his body. Blood. Finally the soundproof walls of his basement could stop restraining against letting the screams of agony and torture slip through them to any listening ears outside. His lifeless metallic eyes glistened in satisfaction at the hefty amount of blood that covered his black elbow-length gloves and apron. He pulled down the black mask around his mouth and nose and clicked his tongue in annoyance at the mess his latest victim had made. He put the tarps there for a reason, easy disposal of blood, however his victim was so squirmy that blood had gotten onto his perfectly clean stone slab floors. His dark ebony brows furrowed, a heavy aggravated sigh escaping his throat.
“How troublesome. If you were still alive I would’ve tortured you more for getting blood on my floor before killing you.” He huffed and took his latest victim off of the hooks he had lodged into his armpits to keep him up and still. He heaved the large man up and took him towards a pristinely clean metal table, an autopsy table he had attained curtesy of a customer. He opened the drawer attached to the metal table and pulled out a large syringe, flicking the bottle twice before injecting it into his victims veins. Since he recently died and hadn’t started decomposing, it was necessary for the extremely sanitary man to drain as much blood as he could. Once he began to draw blood, he carefully watched as the crimson liquid filled the syringe with its thick content. He collected ten pints of blood from his body successfully, and refrigerated the blood packets in a large cooler he had built in himself. “Tch, this better be enough for that four-eyed bitch.” He mumbled irritably.
As if on cue, he received a call from the woman in particular. He grunted and slid one of his gloves off, pressing the button on the screen to answer. “What is it four-eyes. Couldn’t come to check this guy for yourself?” He placed the phone on speaker and carefully slid his glove back on, making sure his skin was clear and clean before he started again. The phone laid on a wooden table close to the metal one where he would skillfully be dismembering his corpse. “Ah, Levi! Great you answered! And murder isn’t really my strong suit! I don’t get off on it as much as you do! Did you get the blood?” He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue at her energetic attitude. He rinsed his gloves in the sink quickly and grabbed the file on the guy his customer had faxed him. “Yeah. Ten pints. Need any organs or anything? Better hurry before they’re unusable anymore.”
“Well, there’s a specific process in removing the organs, I would need to do that! Plus the patient would need to be brain dead and still breathing to use organs to their fullest benefit!” He clicked his tongue once again and snapped the file closed, throwing it onto the wooden desk he kept downstairs to do his research and filing. He approached another metal table, but this one was full of more sinister tools. Many of the tools littered on the wall and on the table were stained and dried with blood. Leaving no room for excuse that the man had ultimately tortured his victim until his death. Although the clean freak he was, he found it pointless to rinse the blood off when he would be continuously torturing his victim. “Tch... well I have your blood. I’ll run some tests following the strict instructions you gave me to make sure this gluttonous bastard doesn’t have a disease or some shit.” His brunette customer laughed across the other end of the phone, shuffling being done as she pulled out some files. He was about to grab his circular saw to begin dismembered his victim, when his next assignment was given to him. “You’re next target is (Y/N) (L/N). A young college student with straight A’s, a bright future, and a promising education.”
“What? Why would you want me to take her life? Sounds as if you like her.” The prestigious doctor sighed on the other end of the phone, and she looked on the file, smiling as she stared at the young girl, reluctant to fax her murderous friend the file on her. She paused, before taking in a deep breath and slapping the file closed. “She’s a sweet girl. A patient here not too long ago. After getting hit by a drunk driver she had to have stitches and a cast put on her foot. She was very kind. But she’s proven a big distraction for my hospital.” The ebony-haired man quirked his thin eyebrow up at her sudden comment. This particular future victim interested him. Probably because she annoyed the eccentric woman, and rarely anyone ever annoyed the woman. “Hmm. Done. Fax me her file and I’ll get to tracking her down right away.”
“No need to track her. I can just ask her to come into the hospital.” He was interested now. An easy catch? An annoying girl to play with and taunt? He felt his lips twitch in the slightest, tempted to stretch into a sadistic grin at the rush of adrenaline spiking through his veins. One question spiraled his brain though. “Why does a shitty brat like her annoy you so much? Tch, thought you would’ve annoyed Moblit with your stupid chatter before a kid ever dreamed of enjoying you.” His friend sighed loudly and started typing on her computer, obvious by the familiar clicking of the keyboard. The doctor finally responded to his question, stunning him into silence at the very boring and stupid answer he received. “Well, lets see... She visits my sicker patients and gives them false hope. The people need honestly rather than hope if they’re terminal. They’re gonna die without a thought in their mind that they’re really dying.” The man scoffed at the received answer and started up the circular saw, trying to drown out her pointless chatter.
“Sounds as if she’s trying to help them and not let them suffer.” Silence spread around the air around the bloodied man, all except the familiar metallic ringing of his rather clean circular saw. He could perfectly tell she was considering his explanation, and was painfully reluctant to send him the assignment. However, even if she didn’t send the information, he would track her down either way. His powerful authority as a police officer gave him a hefty upper hand in tracking anyone he so desired. “Whatever, it’s a brat. Hurry up and fax me her file so I can continue with my hobby.” He mumbled, pulling the black protective mask over his nose and mouth, slipping on some protective glasses. His strong hands grasped onto the pale cold flesh of his victim, and leg the screeching metal collide with muscle, bone, and tissue.
Once his corpse was dismembered, he fired up his incinerator and slid the body into the enclosed space. He had gotten a clear document allowing him to have it in his basement. He had everyone convinced that he went through a lot of garbage, and thought it easier to have an incinerator. They reluctantly let him install it, but he paid the price of paying a fine every couple months. After the body had turned to ash, he threw the limbs in and hummed in satisfaction at a good kill. He turns towards the mess in his basement, and his satisfaction turned to disgust once he spotted the blood on his tools and his once sparkling stone slab floors. After hours of vigorous cleaning later, he replaced the tarps and made his once dirty tools sparkle and shine. Finally, he went to his desk and picked up the papers his customer had sent him.
“(Y/N) (L/N).” He grinned.
“Perfect.”
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Labrat
Some writing on the Modern AU thing everyone's been screaming at me to do. It's not the official story, there will be more planning and back story into it, but this was just something I wrote to get some thoughts down.
Prompt: Wild as lab rat / Discord Warrior Week prompt.
Warnings: description of gory injuries, blood, lots of blood, somewhat out of characterness, reference to experimentation, bad medical knowledge on authors part, Jin trying her best.
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"So… what's your name?"
Rain pelts down, splashing against the windshield as Warrior drives. His windshield wipers need to be replaced, he should talk to Malon about it later, he can stand smudged windows only for so long. He takes his eyes off the road to look at the kid huddled as close to the door as possible in the passenger seat. His whole face is pink from the botched attempt to wipe off the blood that came impossibly from a bullet wound to the head. Now it is just a scar in between his eyebrows.
Warrior's borrowed jacket does nothing to hide the streaks of red that trail down the kids neck and into the white cotton sweater and sweatpants the kid was wearing. It does nothing to hide how scrawny the kid is, or how tired and scared he looks.
What did they do to him?
The kid remains silent and clutches his hands on his biceps. His blue eyes stubbornly stare out the window.
"My name's Link," Warrior says. He clears his throat and looks out to the road again. He sighs and changes the settings on his wipers so they went faster. The rain is picking up. "But there's actually a lot of people named Link nowadays, and there's quite the handful of us back at HQ, most everyone just calls me Warrior."
The kid remains silent.
Gunfire. It's a constant when you're fighting against corruption and evil. He and his team have finally found the rumored lab. Princess Zelda could be in there, inside that lab located in the middle of the ass nowhere; what felt like a million miles from Castle City. In reality it is just a short fifteen minute jog from the Zora's Domain / Hyrule Kingdom border. But the location doesn't matter. What matters is that Zelda could be held prisoner in there and Warrior has to save her.
They charge into the building and bullets zip into the air, covering the screams of the wounded. The soldiers in the labs are well trained and the scientists are prepared for a siege.
"Omega, find the computers. Get all the information you can," he commands as they barge into the building. Warrior holds out his gun and rapped fires almost ten guys down in the blink of an eye. Seven comrades nod and head off a different path from the rest. "Gama, search for the leader," five of the best warriors he had on his team complied and broke off in a separate direction as well. Warrior turns to the remaining three, four including himself. "Alpha, we check the cells."
He was hoping to find Zelda. He found the kid instead.
"You know you're safe now, right?" He asks. He hears a shifting of fabric and he turns in time to see the kid huddle further into his borrowed jacket. He turns back to the road once again. "You'll see soon enough. You'll like HQ, it's super peaceful. Everyone there are very nice. I think you'd get along with Malon, I bet she'll practically adopt you."
The number of corrupt soldiers in the compound become fewer and fewer the further they head into the hallways. Warrior and the other members of his team split up when they finally find where the cells are located. They open each metal door one by one, most are empty, the others have corpses. It smells horrible, especially one particular empty cell that looks like it has been lived in for a very long time.
Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of gunfire splits through the air.
He sighs once again. He's been doing that a lot since his team left the compound with nothing but a strange kid and documents on the horrible stuff done to him. He wants to throw up thinking about it, but he knows he has to save it till later. Time and Impa would want to know what happened on the mission, not how he feels about it.
The rest of the ride is silent and filled with Warrior constantly checking his mirrors for the other cars in his group and for a possible tail. They haven't lost anyone this time around, which is good, but it sets Warrior on edge. The compound looked half empty when they got there in the first place. The highest member there was an assistant scientist and the soldiers were numbered in few. And… they were trying to kill their main subject.
He and the others sprint over to the horrible noise. Who's firing the gun? Who's on the receiving end? Questions and worries cycle through his head like a broken record until he and his team barge into what looks like a morgue, just bigger and holding only one table. A table with straps. His breath catches in his throat when he sees a scientist and a soldier standing over a child, blood is splattered across the floor and painting the walls red. The kid is red as well, but they are groggily trying to sit up. There isn't a wound on his body to suggest where all the blood came from.
"Drop your weapon and surrender!" He demands, pointing his gun at the solder who has his own weapon pointed right at the figure on the ground.
The solder doesn't listen, he fires his weapon and the bullet rips through the skull of the kid… the child, and kills him instantly. Warrior downs the scientist and the soldier right there in the blink of an eye.
Hours pass and Warrior has given into the temptation of the radio. Upbeat pop music sings through the speakers of his car and the kid has fallen asleep, not that Warrior can blame him. He's had a very rough… who knew how long.
"Dammit," Warrior growls and tries not to look at how much red is splattered on the floor and walls. An innocent kid has just been killed right in front of Warrior, and he could do nothing about it. He turns to the others in his group and is slightly comforted that they look as sick as he feels. "Check the other rooms, see if you can find any others."
They nod and leave the morgue-like room, leaving Warrior alone with the corpses.
He slowly walks up to the body of the scientist and carefully begins to go through their pockets. All he finds is a name tag, indicating the scientist isn't of important status. There's handcuffs in the back pocket and Warrior doesn't want to know what those are for. He stands up and goes to the soldier, relieving them of their weapon and checking for anything else that could be useful. There's a walki, but it is crushed, probably by how the body fell when Warrior shot it in the heart. He sighs and looks at the single table in the room. There's blood all over it and the straps are torn and frayed from countess times of usage. He fights the urge to vomit when he looks down at the kid again. Blood is lazily dripping through the hole in his head.
Then, something flickers by the body of the kid. Warrior blinks and narrows his eyes, taking a weary step forward, as that something flickers again. It continues to light into existence, slowly, weakly, and soon he thinks he can make out the vague form of a Zora woman cloaked in teal light.
"C-c'mon…." She whispers. Her voice is so weak and she's talking like she's been in pain for a very long time. "I- you won't die… like this…"
Her frail and transparent hands shakily go down to the kids cheeks, ghostly steam rises, but nothing else happens.
"What the hell?" He whispers.
The Zora woman shoots her head up and she looks at him with wide eyes. "You can… see me…?"
Warrior can do nothing but nod. The Zora woman smiles for a second before she's looking down at the kid desperately once again. "You have to… help me… lend me your… strength…"
He doesn't understand what she means, but he walks over to her anyway and sits down next to her. Her hand is suddenly grabbing his and it feels like cold fire. She places the other hand over the gruesome hole in the boy's head and she closes her eyes, flickering once, twice, as she activates… something.
Warrior can feel a fire erupt in his veins, though it doesn't hurt. He can sense that something good is happening, and he should let it continue. The Zora woman grunts in effort as the hole in the kid's head begins to slowly repair itself. Warrior watches as brains stitch back together, as the skull grows around it, as tissue forms and skin closes in a horrid scar. He sees something else glowing then, and when he looks down he sees that it's his own hand that the light is coming from. Or, more like the triangle symbol glowing at the back of his head. He barely has time to question what that is before the Zora woman lets out a final, agonized cry before completely fading out from existence.
Then, the boy below him groans.
After that, got got a call from the Omega team, saying that they found the what the rumored important project was. It was a boy that could come back from the dead.
As Warrior pulls into a hidden, underground entrance and parks his car in the garage, he looks at the back of his hand. He's never seen that symbol before, well... never on his hand. He's seen it multiple times in the ancient structures of old buildings closer to the castle, and the castle itself seems to be based completely off of it. It's in religious texts and on the robes of court witches and wizards, but for the life of him he cannot think of what it means.
More cars pull in behind him and he looks over to the sleeping kid. None of the files that team Omega has found had any kind of name or history of where the boy came from. Just excruciating details of each and every thing done to the boy. They called him The Subject, that's it. Like he was the only thing they worked on inside that hell lab, like all those other cells with dead bodies in them were nothing.
He he sighs and turns off the engine before jumping out. He walks over to the other side of the car as the other rebellion soldiers start packing up their stuff and heading inside the base. He waves over a couple medics before he carefully opens the passenger door. The kid slowly begins to fall back and he catches the sleeping boy before he can fall onto the ground. Warrior cradles him in his arms and approaches the medics. They help him set the boy down but the movement is too quick and the boy awakes with a start. Warrior loses his grip and the boy falls to the ground, breathing hard and panicking.
"It's okay," he says as the medics try to get closer. The boy scrambles backwards on the asphalt below him, Warriors borrowed jacket falls off and fully reveals the horror show that is his clothes. The medics won't have it, they are trained for war and they won't let a panicking soldier delay medical treatment. Warrior feels that that is the last thing the boy needs, but he does nothing to stop them.
Eventually, one of the two medics manage to get the kid in a restraining hold as the other begins to wipe off blood from the visible skin and shine a light into the kids wild eyes. He continues his check up all the while the boy is squirming and whimpering and trying to get free.
"I'll need him back at the clinic," the medic says, sighing and sitting back. The other releases their hold just a fraction on the boy and the boy relaxes just a tad, "but it looks like he has a major concussion of some sort."
"How bad?" Warrior asks.
Suddenly, the kid leans over and vomits all over the floor. The medic wrinkles his nose and the other, who was holding the boy, instantly begins to rub his back. Warrior steps a bit closer, concerned but having no idea what to do.
The medic sighs. "Bad. We need to get him to a better medical setting. Letting him sleep on the way here could have been a bad idea, Captain."
Warrior remains silent as the medics begin to force the boy onto a gurney. The boy begins to panic again as he's strapped down, and Warrior wants to scream at them to stop. Who knows how many times the kid has been forced down and tied up, it's not fair that his rescuers are doing the same thing. Yet, before Warriors can comment on it, the medics are wheeling the boy away.
"Is that the kid you were talking about?" Comes a voice.
Warrior straightens up and looks behind him where the leader of their little rebellion was standing. Link, well, another Link, everyone just calls him Time. Though, no one is sure why. Behind him is standing another boy, probably just a bit older than the kid Warrior had just brought back. Named after his father but goes by Twilight.
Warrior sighs and rubs his forehead, he tries to not think about how the place he's rubbing is the same place the kid was missing his brains from just a few hours ago.
"Yeah."
Time nods as Twilight looks at where the medics have disappeared into the base, his expression sad.
"You can give me a report later," Time sighs, "it's clear that the princess hasn't been found."
"No sir," Warrior responds.
Yet he can't help but feel that he's found someone just as important.
#linked universe#modern au#hero of the wild#hero of Warriors#hero of time#hero of twilight#fan fiction#jin writes#it was very fun to write this#felt like i was writing a YA novel#just change the names and it can be an original work
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Deacon St. John || Phantom in the Night [5/5]
A/n: I present you with the conclusion of this mini series unless someone wants it to continue a little longer.
⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️
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Prompt: Deacon searches for you in a desperate attempt to mend the wounds that have been inflicted over the past weeks. Slowly but surely, the wounds in your heart are healed.
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~3rd Person POV~
"A gas station, huh?" Deacon mumbled to himself as he examines the area Captain Kouri circled on his map. He walked over to his bike and mentally mapped out a route to the gas station. "You better still be there, (Y/n)."
Departing from Diamond Lake, Deacon drove up the windy path up to the highway and headed straight for the gas station located off Highway 97. He had heard about the numerous of hordes that wander around the area from a few people on Wizard Island and hoped (Y/n) hadn't decided to take it upon herself to wipe out every single one.
The drifter was quite amazed and mesmerized at how (Y/n) wasn't frightened whenever she saw a horde. In fact, she found it exhilarating and always found it to be a welcoming challenge. All she was terrified of was not having all the supplies she needed to execute her plan. It would even disappoint her if there was a horde she couldn't face due to the lack of materials.
Deacon was sure of two things: (Y/n) was definitely not Sarah and he was very glad she wasn't. She was full of energy and was a hurricane of surprises. In all honesty, he has never felt so alive unless he was with her.
Arriving at the gas station, the first thing Deacon noticed was (Y/n)'s bike. The motorcycle was torn to pieces as if someone or something ripped it apart. The metal parts were bent and pulverized. "What the hell did this?" He glanced around, noting the corpses of the squatters. From the bullet holes in their heads, and no other wounds on their bodies, he knew it was (Y/n)'s doing. "Clean kill. Every single one of 'em."
By the gas pumps, Deacon found the radio Colonel Garret had gifted her after her first assignment. He picked up the device to make sure it still worked before clipping it to his belt and checking the interior of the gas station. He vaulted through a shattered window and landed behind the counter. The garage was void of anything except for a few empty racks and there was no one in the small convenience store.
When Deacon was about to give up and search further down the road, he saw the storage closet was closed. He wasn't leaving until every possible spot (Y/n) could be hiding was checked.
Slowly, the man opened the metal door. The small room was dark and he clicked on his flashlight, scanning the darkness, he found a figure balled up on the floor in the corner. Seeing the familiar unsettling mask obscuring the person's face, Deacon rushed to their side.
Deacon fell to his knees beside her, swiftly tugging the mask off her face. Her (e/c) eyes were sealed and her skin was pale and clammy to the touch. Turning her body over, he noticed a thin slash in her shirt and a crimson stain on the side of it. "Sorry 'bout this, sweetheart, but I've gotta see what happened to you." He lifts her shirt and saw a gash trail from her back to the side of her hip.
Without hesitation, he whipped out a sterile bandage and wrapped it around the wound to prevent an infection. He grabbed his radio and contacted Captain Kouri, knowing he would pick up. "Captain, I found (Y/n), but she's in bad shape. I need someone to pick her up. There's no way I can get her back on my bike in her condition."
"Understood, corporal. I'll contact Doctor Jimenez and request immediate pickup."
Deacon thanked the captain and waited impatiently for help to arrive. The moment he placed his arms around (Y/n) and tried to hoist her body into his arms, a painful whimper escaped her lips and her eyes cracked open. "S-Shit..." She tried to push against Deacon, not recognizing him due to her blurry vision.
"Hey, hey. It's okay, (Y/n). It's Deacon," he replies, voice lower than usual and full of worry. "I'm gonna get you out of here. Just bear with me for a little bit."
By the time Deacon managed to gather (Y/n)'s body in his arms, a truck arrived outside. Two men exit and he recognizes the red bands around their arms. He carries the woman outside the gas station and to the truck, where the two men took her from him and placed her in the back seat of the white vehicle without disturbing her injury. They hopped back into the truck and headed to Wizard Island. Deacon followed behind the truck on his bike.
On Wizard Island, the two men delivered (Y/n) to Doctor Jimenez. He cleaned her wound, stitched it up, and gave her medication to fight off the pain. She sat silently on the cot, leaning forward and resting her arms on her thighs. She could feel the burning sensation from the sudden movement and immediately sat straight up to avoid ripping the stitches.
The door to the infirmary swung open and Deacon stepped inside the tent. In his hand was her mask. The drifter wandered over to the cot and sat beside her, handing the false face to her. She muttered an incoherent "thank you" before tearing her eyes from his and staring down at the ground.
"What happened out there?" Deacon inquired.
"It was just another normal assignment until Breakers came out of nowhere. The gunfire must've drawn them. One of them smashed my bike into smithereens while the others chased after me. Another batted me through an already broken window and I ended up getting a large shard snagged in my side. Crawled into the storage room, slammed the door shut, and passed out once I pulled the glass from my side after I realized my radio was missing." (Y/n) stated down at her hands, noticing the blood she had yet to wipe off. "How long was I out there?"
"Three days. What'd the doc say?" Deacon wonders.
"That he'd be reporting to the colonel and telling him I'm out of commission until I've made a full recovery. I should be back to my normal routine in a couple of weeks."
"Yeah? And what's your "normal" routine?" Deacon sneered. "I bet it also includes ignoring me."
"Deacon," (Y/n) sighs, covering her face with her hands before dropping them to speak. "You found Sarah. Where is there room for another woman in your life? A friend, maybe? But that won't be enough for me."
Deacon met her (e/c) gaze. "She found someone else."
(Y/n) was confused for a split second before breaking eye contact once she assembled the pieces. "Oh, god, Deek. When did you...?"
"Few days after we arrived. Some guy named Devin," Deacon scoffs.
"Wow, sounds like a douchy name," the woman snickered, earning a chuckle from the drifter. She placed her hands on her knees, drumming her fingers against her black jeans. "And now I'm the one who feels like an asshole..."
"For avoiding me?"
"That, and for not even giving you a slither of opportunity to talk to me. Guess it took you to save my ass to realize how moronic I've been acting these past couple of months." (Y/n) inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness just yet, but I'm hoping you'll forgive me for my behavior soon."
Deacon placed his hand over hers, flipping the appendage over and entwining his fingers with her. "Yeah, well, let's just say it's difficult to stay mad at you."
(Y/n) smiled and rested her head against his shoulder. "Glad to know."
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Two weeks had flown by quickly and (Y/n) was completely healed. Deacon had been assigned to watch over the woman by Colonel Garret, who was influenced by Captain Kouri in the final decision. Relationships were forbidden, but that didn't stop the couple from displaying their affection for one another through small actions when no one was around.
(Y/n) had been assigned to take down a marauder camp located southeast of Wizard Island while Deacon wound up being Weaver's errand boy. The chemist has been working energetically on a napalm molotov that would create a much larger radius of damage than three normal molotov cocktails.
Deacon currently was delivering the last ingredient Weaver needed for his creation—polystyrene. Simply put, he brought back an entire box of foam cups. The chemist was hustling around his lab after getting his hands on the final ingredient for his invention. The man in the lab coat grinned as he held up the first of many napalm molotovs. "You ready to test this bad boy out, corporal?"
"I know someone who's gonna enjoy this," Deacon replied and contacted (Y/n) over the radio. Remembering who he was with, he made sure to not use her real name. "Corporal St. John to Phantom. You out there?"
"This is Phantom. What is it, corporal?" Her soft tone asked curiously.
"If you're not busy at the moment, come to Lieutenant Weaver's lab."
"I'll be there shortly. Phantom out."
Weaver was skeptical as to why Deacon would think (Y/n) would enjoy his invention. "You really think an assassin is gonna enjoy a napalm molotov? This shit is pretty loud and alarming."
"She's not really a—look, I've known her for a while. One of the things she did before joining the militia is taking down hordes all by herself. You can bet she's gonna enjoy this."
The chemist smirked, placing the explosive on the table beside him. "Let me guess—girlfriend or wife? Which one?"
"Neither," the drifter denies snappily, hoping the chemist wouldn't detect his relationship with (Y/n) and avoid being torn apart from one another. "She's a good friend I've been traveling with for some time now."
Weaver didn't believe it for a second, but he decided to let it slide. "Mhmm, a "good friend". I'll buy that for now." The moment he turned around, he came face to face with a horrifying mask. "Holy shit!"
"Sorry," (Y/n) huffed with laughter, pulling down her black hood and taking off the mask. "Forgot to take it off."
"Jesus..." Weaver puffed out, placing a hand over his racing heart. "Gave me a heart attack. When the hell did you get here? I didn't even hear the door open."
"I was on the island when the corporal called. It only took me a couple of minutes to get here," she replied.
"Don't do that sneaky assassin shit on me," the chemist sighed. "Especially with that creepyass mask."
"Y'know, I'm not really an assassin. In no way, shape, or form have I had such elite training for a risky position. It's just what the colonel came up with."
"You're doing all his dirty work," Deacon commented.
"Very true," Weaver agreed. "Never been particularly a big fan of the colonel's, but he gives me access to the shit I need."
"Anyway," (Y/n) started as she glanced at Deacon, wanting to change the subject. "Why'd you call me here?"
"This." The drifter picked up the napalm molotov and showed it to her. "We're testing it out."
(Y/n) took the jug from him and examined it closely. Her eyes narrowed when she got a whiff of a familiar scent. "Kerosene. Is this... a molotov?"
"A napalm molotov to be more exact," the lieutenant responded. "It has a larger radius and burns longer than a normal molotov. You two are gonna test it on a horde."
A glint of excitement glimmered in (Y/n)'s eyes. Both men noticed but Deacon was the only one smirking. Weaver was confused and eyes the drifter, whose only response is, "Told you so."
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Deacon and (Y/n) were accompanied by Captain Kouri to the small town of Chemult. He joined the couple to see how well Weaver's invention truly worked under Colonel Garret's orders.
On a plateau overlooking the small town, they spotted the horde weaving through the crashed vehicles and towards the derailed train. The only light they had as guidance were the dim streetlights and their flashlights.
"They'll be here for a while. This is their feeding ground," (Y/n) informed the men as she handed Deacon his binoculars. She wandered over to the crate of napalm molotovs strapped on the back of her new bike, courtesy of Captain Kouri, and grabbed all she could carry. "I'll be back."
"You know what you're doing?" Kouri questioned.
"She's done this before," Deacon replies. "A lot."
"I've got all that I need, captain. That, and much more," she smirked. "I'm looking forward to seeing what Weaver's invention can do."
Deacon crosses his arms, eyes trained on (Y/n)'s back as she left and headed into Chemult. Captain Kouri was aware of their relationship and wondered if the drifter was worried. "You're not going to try and stop her?"
"Even if I did, she wouldn't listen to me. Learned that a while ago. She's taken on bigger hordes by herself."
"Never expected to meet someone who took down hordes for amusement," Kouri said.
"Yeah," Deacon chuckled. "Neither did I."
Suddenly, a large flame rose into the sky as loud shrieks echoed throughout the small town. Deacon grabbed his binoculars and watched a third of the horde burn. The Swarmers caught in the explosion cried out before collapsing to the ground.
Captain Kouri was amazed at the sight. "Lieutenant Weaver will be more than happy to know his explosive works. Now all we have to do is wait for the rest of the horde to be wiped out."
Another throng of explosions filled the air as the horde scurried around Chemult after (Y/n). She led them directly into the traps she set and only a few remained as they chased her down the street. She grabbed her handgun and killed the last remaining Swarmers on her heels.
All was silent. The horde was wiped out and there were no Freaks in the area. (Y/n) sighed in relief as she laid down on her back. The hard asphalt wasn't the most comfortable, but she didn't care. Staring up at the stars, she felt at peace for the first time in years.
Someone sat beside the woman and she knew exactly who it was because there was only one possibility. Sitting up, she glanced at Deacon with a smirk. "So, how was the show?"
"Still can't believe you find it entertaining to take on hordes," he stated.
"Someone's gotta do it," (Y/n) retorts. With a grin, she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down to the ground. She quickly straddled his hips before he could get up and placed both hands on his chest, leaning down until their faces were only a few inches apart. "There's no knife this time, I promise."
Deacon's hands gravitated towards her hips with a playful grin. "As much as I'm enjoying this position, this ain't exactly the most romantic place."
"What?" (Y/n) lifted her head, gazing around the decaying town. "On the road smack-dab in the middle of the apocalypse isn't doing it for you where a Freak could spot us any second? What a shame. I like to live on the edge."
"Yeah, I know you do. Just don't drag me along for the ride."
The woman sighed defeatedly and climbed off Deacon. "You're no fun, Deek." She stood up and crossed her arms, lips pursed in a childish manner.
Deacon got to his feet and adjusted his militia hat. "Just tryna keep our asses from getting eaten alive."
(Y/n) unfolded her arms, resting a hand on her hip. "Yeah. Wouldn't want to find you a little over here, there, or everywhere. It's not fun picking up the pieces, especially body parts."
"You've—never mind. Not gonna even ask."
"We better not keep Captain Kouri waiting much longer, but before we go..." (Y/n) reached out, grabbing the collar of Deacon's shirt and hauling him towards her. The drifter didn't have time to even blink before he felt her soft lips against his. It was a sweet and innocent kiss, but they both had desperately wanted to go further. Morosely, they couldn't do such a deed just yet.
Once the kiss came to an end, (Y/n) released Deacon and smiled softly at him. "I love you, Deacon. I hope one of these days, it'll be just us again."
Deacon wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll make sure we get the hell outta this place together."
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Winchester meet the Phantoms Ch. 12
Things started relaxing, the ghosts were mostly spending their time in ghost zone with things getting closer to Christmas. Nothing else that goes bump in the night has popped up, his parents are at a convention in England, and today is the start of winter break. So some would say things were going good for him.
The problem is, he keeps seeing people with wings. Weird, he knows. It first happened when Sam, Tuck, and him were leaving the nasty burger. He held the door open for this elderly man, who Danny could swear had faint white wings behind his back. When he asked Sam and Tuck about it, nether of them had any clue what he was talking about. So, like any other teen, Danny brushed it off as nothing and went on with his day.
How ever the whole week that followed that day, people with wings kept appearing. It kept ranging from kids, to teens, to adults, to the elder, but it was much more prominent in adults. The wings ranged from gold, white, silver and black, along with the fact they started looking more prominent as time passed.
That's why Danny was currently sitting in his bed room, searching his computer for any creatures that had wings like those. The only things he could find were angels, but that couldn't be. He's met an angel before and he didn't have wings. Things were getting more confusing, and he had an idea of who to call.
"Hey Dean, is Sam there? Can you put me on speaker? Okay, so I might have a problem..."
"He's checking in with Cas to see if there's any reason I might be seeing angel wings" Danny sighed, taking a drink from his shake. "I really hope it isn't that big."
"Maybe it has to do with what those people did?" Sam questioned her friend. Danny paused for a moment, realizing his friend might have a point.
"She's got a point." Tucker joined in, taking a bite from his double bacon burger. "Your hearing, sight, and ice powers got a lot stronger. Whose to say you can't see things like that now?"
"You've got a point..." Danny nodded, glancing around the room to make sure no winged people were here. " If that's true, why are angels gathering here?"
"Are any here now?" Sam asked, lowering her voice.
"Not that I can tell..." Danny paused, watching as one entered the nasty burger, eyes trained on him. "Never-mind, don't look. He's watching us" Danny turned his gaze back to his friends. Immediately both his friends got tense.
"What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Tucker asked, trying to keep his eyes trained on his friend. Sam tried to do the same, no wanting to alert the angel anything. "Do they want something bad?
"From what I know, they never want anything good." Danny mumbled. "Considering things, I think they might be after me. I mean, they guys was staring straight at me."
"Okay, lets say that." Sam thought, pausing to think. "What are we going to do? I doubt Tucker and I can keep you safe from angels."
"I'll leave." Danny said, voice seriously. When his friends made a move to protest. "I'll try calling Cas, okay? But I don't want you guys getting hurt."
He walked a few blocks before he was pulled into a alley way. He barely missed the angel blade before it went straight through him. His eyes glowed green, seeing four angels. One with golden wings, two with black, and one with white.
It happened quickly, quicker than ever. The moment the four angels had him circled, a pierce stab of fear and alarm pulsing through him. It happened quicker than he was used to, no words were exchanged. The golden-winged angel made the first move, jumping forward and taking aim for Danny's chest. The move it took to block the attack, and blast his attack with an ecto-blast, pushing the angel gave another the opening it needed.
The pain flaring up from Danny's leg felt like nothing he felt before. Burning almost as much, or even worse, than the weapons the GIW and his parents use. Everything became a blear of angel after angel taking a jab at him, small nicks and bruises forming and the large gash on his leg bled heavily.
He couldn't get the angels to slow down, they moved quickly, almost as if anything wasn't going to slow them down. His didn't do much to delay them and he started loosing hope he could get out of this mess, already panting heavily.
It was a fluke if he was being honest. It was blocking to attacks that lead to one blade burying itself into the golden-winged angel. The flash that filled the area blinded Danny for a moment.
A moment too soon, the felt the slash before his vision came back fully. The pain blossomed across his shoulder, fogging his mind. The two other blades pierced into him, one through his shoulder, the other through his chest. The pain overwhelmed him, nothing like anything he felt before. It reminded him too much of the night his life changed for ever.
On the damp alley way ground, Danny felt himself slipping not being able to so much as keep his eyes opened. He left the footsteps vibrate against the grounds and he knew he wasn't going to make this out in one piece...
At least that's what he thought before he felt the burning light fill the air and corpses hit the ground. He couldn't make it out, but a familiar voice filled the air. But he couldn't hold on, his mind drifted to darkness with one thought in mind.
Sam Winchester was on a search for a new case inside the Winchester's bunker, his brother was off to the side with a beer reading away. They were settled into a comfortable silence, it was on of their more laid back days. Not much to do. So when Castiel appeared in the middle of the room, a body in his arms. It set what the day would be like.
"Dean! Sam!" Castiel's voice pulled them from their stare, having the brothers moving the moment Cas placed Danny's unconscious form on the couch.
"What happened?!" Sam asked, pressing his hand against Danny's throat, sighing in relief when he felt a pulse.
"Angels." Cas spoke, eyes watching the brother's move. "They believe he will grow up to be a king of hell."
"What?" Dean's head snapped up from his spot with the medical kit. "What the hell does that mean?"
"There is a timeline when Danny grows to destroy the world, I believe mentioned this when you first met."
"He said he stopped that version of himself." Sam responded, looking over Danny's wounds when the tattered shirt was removed. "He need's a hospital."
"No." Cas shook his head. "His blood is different, the doctors will notice." At those words, the Winchester brother's noticed it. A soft green glow emitted from the red blood, invisible unless you were really looking.
"Angel's are going to try and kill him now?" Dean asked, his brother and him working quickly to stitch and clean Danny's wounds before the teen lost a lot of blood.
"Yes." Came the curt response from the angel.
"Just because in one timeline he- Dammit Cas!" Dean cut himself off when he heard the sound of fluttering wings were heard, a glance back showed an empty space. His eyes landed on the pale and sweaty face of the teen, worry curling through him. "You better wake up."
When Danny came to, the first thing he thought was why his bed felt so small. Then everything came crashing down. The wings. The angels. Being attack. Being stabbed. Twice. Someone saved him.
Someone saved him.
Jolting up in realization cause a new wave of pain from his injuries. He cried out, wrapping an arm around his torso. "Hey! You'll rip your stitches." Danny's eyes landed on the worried gaze of Sam Winchester. A sigh of relief escaped him, allowing Sam to guide him to a sitting. He accepted the pain relievers and water with a grateful smile.
"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, arms crossed before him, worry clear. "Cas showed up with you a mess." So he's the someone who saved him.
"I-I don't know." Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I noticed one of the angels watching me when I was eating with Sam and Tuck... I didn't want them at risk so I left, I thought they weren't going to do anything when I was so close to my house but I was pulled into an alley way. I didn't hear them! How can you not hear four people!" Dean and Sam shared a look.
"It isn't your fault Danny." Sam offered comfort. "Angel's can be sneaky."
"Did they say anything?"
"No, they just attacked." Danny answered Dean, eyes train in concentration on the floor. "Whatever they used, it felt a lot like the day the accident happened..."
"Wait, so angel's are trying to kill me because in another time I become the king of hell? a demon?" Danny asked, eyes wide in disbelief. Yes, he had feared many times before the he would become Dan. But after two years from the initial date he was supposed to go down that route and never going down it, the fear lessened. "I already took care of that!?"
"Something must have happened to have the angel's freaked again." Sam sighed, watching the teen. Both the Winchesters felt bad for Danny. First it was the crazy demons who wanted to combine two mirror realms, and now they have angel's coming after him.
"How do I stop them?" Danny asked, looking over at the brothers. "I took one down by accident, I'm not even sure what happened."
"They only die from an angel blade, I'll have Cas find you one." Dean responded, sketching something on a spare piece of paper. He held the paper in front of Danny. "That's a sigil. It has be drawn with human blood and you slam your hand on it to activate it. It should work when you're in human form." Danny nodded, musing over the different parts of the sigil.
"Cas can also carve an Enochian guarding spell into your ribs." Sam added in. "It hurts, but it'll keep angels from being able to track you. You'll have to get Cas's number but it is important."
"Holy crap..." Danny trailed, eyes wide as he looked at Castiel's wings. Large black, full wings rested across the angel's back. They were the clearest wings he had seen so far. He felt himself reaching a hand out before pulling eyes shifted to the angel who looked at him with a curious look. "Can I touch them?"
"I do not see why not."
Danny's taking that as a yes. His eyes just seemed to widen more when he felt just how soft Castiel's wings really were. They were so soft to the point it almost felt like there was nothing there, but from the shift of the wings under his hand and the feathers ruffled by his hand, he knew they were there.
"This is weird." Dean mused form his spot next to his brother, who nodded in agreement. Both Winchesters were watching a scene of a curious angel watching a teen boy running his hand in the empty space a bit over the angel's shoulder. If the brothers hadn't know the teen could see angel wings now, they'd think he finally snapped. "As much as we love watching you petting nothing, Cas should put the carvings in."
"Dean's got a point." Sam nodded, giving Danny a smile when the teen pulled his hand back with a blush. "You do have school, and since you wounds are healing surprisingly fast you'll be good to go."
"Yea, I can't miss tomorrow of Lancer's going to call my parents in for another conference." Danny sighed, rubbing his clothed chest. Even with the shirt he could feel the ridged edges of the scars forming from the attack. He found it odd, he rarely ever scarred but these angel blades were able to scar him easily. "Okay, lets get this over with."
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Bakery Blasphemy
Summary: Finally getting a lead on a case after two days, you and the boys set out to see what information this strange woman might have.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Agnes (OFC), Delilah (OFC)
Word Count: 2459
Warnings: Sexuality, language, unsanitary things, rude old lady, implied smut
A/N: This is for @winchesterprincessbride “Jen Said What?” Challenge! My prompt was hilarious to write and is in bold in the fic. I’m glad to be back writing again and I appreciate you guys sticking with me while I’m recovering from my surgery. This was beta’d by @saxxology, gif made by me. Enjoy!
“Come on, Sam, your hair looks perfect,” you grumbled from the motel bed. “Dean’s already out in the car.”
“I’m not doing my hair, Y/N,” Sam’s muffled reply sounded from behind the closed door.
“Then what the hell is taking you so long?” Sitting up, you glare at the bathroom door as if Sam could feel your icy stare through the wood. “Are you staring longingly at your reflection in the mirror?”
He snorted. “No.”
You paused for a moment, then smiled. “Are you touching yourself?”
“No,” he laughed. “You’d be able to hear me if I was. You know I’m not exactly quiet.”
A delicious shiver worked its way through your body at the thought of Sam touching himself, and you bit your lip to keep quiet. Even if Sam was doing any if those things, you were going to be late for your meeting with the first suspect you’d had on this case since you rolled into town two days ago.
“Baby,” you whined, “come on. We need to go. The drive is like twenty minutes and we’re meeting her in ten. Don’t make me pick the lock on the bathroom and drag you out to the car.”
The bathroom door opened in a whoosh of air, startling you slightly. Sam emerged, looking delicious in his navy blue suit, and raised a brow at you.
“I’d like to see you try to drag me anywhere. You know I’m stronger than you and bigger.” He pecked your lips with his own before wrapping his arms around you and turning you so your back was pressed against his front. “Remember last night?” He gestured to the front door of the motel room where, just twelve hours ago, Sam was holding you up against it and viciously fucking into you, whispering dirty things in your ear until you came apart in his arms.
“Yeah,” you whimpered quietly as your mind flooded with the memory of Sam fucking you.
Sam pressed a kiss to your temple and removed his arms from around you, steadying you as you swayed in your spot. “Come on, let’s get going.”
It took several long seconds before your body responded to any commands your brain was making, and Sam was already out the door. Quickly grabbing your coat, you followed after him, and made it outside right as he was sliding into the passenger’s seat of the Impala. Dean was in the driver’s seat, impatiently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, and you smiled sheepishly at him before you made your way around the car and slipped into the spot behind Sam in the back.
“What the hell took you two so long?” Dean questioned, putting the car in reverse and gunning it out of the motel parking lot.
“I don’t know, ask Sam,” you replied, meeting eyes with Dean in the rear view mirror and sticking your tongue out.
Dean glanced at his brother, who only shrugged. “I was sewing up a part of my suit jacket. It ripped when I was putting it on.”
“Sammy the seamstress,” Dean chided, earning a patented bitchface from Sam. “Does that mean you’ll sew my clothes, too?”
“Have you seen Sam’s stitches, Dean? I don’t think I’d want him sewing anything, let alone my clothes,” you sassed from the back seat, earning a deep chuckle from Dean. Sam turned around in his seat and glared at you, betrayal in his eyes.
You were definitely going to pay for that.
Thankfully, Dean clicked the radio and dissolved the tension with some horribly off-key karaoke to AC/DC for the rest of the ride to this woman’s shop.
Several unexplained and bloody deaths in town drew the three of you there to begin with, and after coming up empty on every lead, you were desperate. When this woman, Agnes Stull, reached out and said she might have some information, you all but jumped at it. Dean was cautious about her, Sam was optimistic, and you were the glue that held the Winchesters together.
After a quick drive across town, Dean parked the Impala on the side of the road in front of an old bakery; apparently Agnes was the owner and preferred the three of you come to her job instead of her home. When you exited the car, you rolled your eyes at the deep exaggerated inhale that came from Dean.
“Mmm, I smell pie,” he smiled, licking his lips.
“Dean, we’re here to work, not eat,” Sam scolded, checking his watch. “Come on, we’re five minutes late.”
“And whose fault is that, Sammy?” Dean retorted.
Sam ignored his reply and you smiled at Dean, appreciating the wildly entertaining brotherly sass that was common between them. Following Sam, all three of you walked into the door of the bakery, a small bell hanging from the door hinge ringing to signal your entrance. The smell of pastries and freshly baked bread made you close your eyes and smile, and you caught Dean doing the same out of the corner of your eye.
“How can I help you?” a cheerful voice chirped from behind the counter, making you open your eyes.
“Hi there, we’re looking for Agnes?” Sam replied, flashing his badge. “We’re the FBI agents she requested to speak with.”
“Oh, I’m Delilah. Agnes is in the back, go through those doors over there,” she pointed to a set of double doors across the shop on the opposite wall, “and you’ll find her.”
Nodding your thanks, you followed the boys as they walked over and stepped through the doors. Like Delilah had said, Agnes was sitting on a metal stool in front of a counter, kneading a ball of dough. She looked to be in her late seventies or early eighties, and she glanced up at you when you stepped inside.
“You the suits that were nosing around?” she grunted, voice deep and scratchy.
“Yes we are, ma’am,” Dean confirmed, flashing her a smile.
Agnes grunted and landed a hard punch to the middle of the dough sitting in front of her. “Don’t smile at me like that. It makes you look slow, boy.”
Right when Dean was about to counter her feigned insult, Agnes reared her head back and sneezed… directly onto the dough that was scattered across the table. She looked up at Dean and wiped a sleeve under her nose, raising an eyebrow at him as she continued to knead.
Dean’s grin instantly disappeared and he opened his mouth in a silent horrified scream. Thankfully, Sam was there to step in for his speechless brother. “So, what information did you have for us?”
“The last kid that bit it,” she waved her hand around, “whatever his name was. He used to work here as a cleaner. You know, dishes, sweeping, mopping… that shit.”
“Okay…” Sam said slowly.
“Don’t sass me, Redwood,” Agnes snapped, making Sam’s head jerk back in surprise. “I was just gonna let you know that back when he worked here, he ran with a bad crowd. Gangs, drugs, all of that bullshit. So his death might be related to that.”
Sam was still stunned to silence, just like Dean, so you stepped forward. “Thank you Agnes, but there are three victims that match the M.O. and there were no commonalities between the victims, and that includes gang affiliation. That, and most gangs opt for executions… these victims were… well, they were brutally slaughtered.”
Your skill as a hunter was second to your skills at reading body language, and you didn’t miss the small twitch of a smile on Agnes’ mouth after you finished speaking. Before you even had a chance to warn the Winchesters, Agnes stood up and reached into her mouth, pulling her dentures free. Dean was frozen in his spot as she reached out and plopped her slobber-coated dentures right into his palm.
It took a few long seconds for Dean’s brain to catch up with the action, and he immediately flailed, throwing the dentures in the air while gagging, frantically wiping his hand on his pant leg. “What the fuck?!”
Agnes faced you and snarled, several sets of sharp fangs protruding from her gums, making all three of you draw your guns. “God damn hunters, why can’t you just take a lead and fuck off?”
“Not a vampire,” you whispered, clicking the hammer back on your pistol.
“I’m a Manticore, fuck nuggets. I was enjoying retirement, but mama got hungry,” she said, patting her stomach with blue tinted claws jutting from the end of black fingertips. “That, and who knew blood added to cherry pie tasted so good.”
“Bitch!” Dean gasped, cocking his gun and pulling the trigger.
All three of you unloaded each of your clips into the monster. Dean had witch killing bullets, Sam had holy oil bullets, and you had the standard silver. It wasn’t intentional to have different ammo, but you hoped at least one of the special kinds of ammunition would kill a Manticore.
The Manticore hissed and growled, lunging at you while you fired, but one of the ammo types appeared to be working and she crumpled to the ground a few feet shy of you. You and Sam stopped firing when she hit the ground, but Dean fired two more shots into her corpse, a double tap to the head.
“Dean, she’s dead,” you said, holding out your hand.
He went to fire again, but his gun clicked and he growled, spinning to face you. “That lady handed me her false teeth, right out of her mouth!” He shuddered and made a noise of disgust. “And let’s not forget her sneezing on stuff… or what she did to the sanctity of cherry pie!”
Sam rolled his eyes and you laughed, making Dean huff in annoyance right when the door behind you burst open, revealing a wide-eyed Delilah.
“Agnes?!”
Sam stepped in front of her, holding out a palm to stop her from advancing further into the room. “Sorry, Delilah. Agnes killed those three people in town. She… she poisoned them with some kind of psychedelic drug that thinned their blood while making them brutally kill themselves. She tried to kill us and we had no choice.”
Delilah pressed a hand against her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. “Oh no. She… she killed those people? Why?”
“We don’t know, possibly dementia? She confessed to the killings right before she lunged at us with a knife,” you said, tucking your gun into the waistband in the back of your pants.
“She was a mean old lady,” Delilah whispered. “I guess life finally caught up with her.” She looked up and her eyes darted around. “What should I do now?”
“We’re going to take care of her. You own the shop from this point on, just make sure you throw out everything you have in the store right now,” Dean commanded, pointing a finger at her. “Especially any cherry pie.”
“Shouldn’t I call the police?” Delilah asked, mindlessly depositing the blood spray covered dough balls into the trash can.
“We work for a special part of the FBI, and this is not the first time Agnes has done this. She was a dangerous serial killer. It’s better for everyone if she just disappears, okay?” Sam placed a hand on Delilah’s shoulders and met her eyes. “We’ll help you clean up.”
“We will?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, we will,” Sam confirmed through gritted teeth.
With four people, the shop only took about an hour to clean up. All the pastries were thrown out and the blood was cleaned up from the back room. While Sam and Dean were moving Agnes’ body to the back if the Impala to burn somewhere far away from here, you helped Delilah sort the ownership papers and other documents in the small office inside the store. Luckily, Delilah had part ownership in the business so there was no paperwork that had to be forged. You told her to report Agnes missing in a few days, just to cover herself.
Once the Winchesters came back inside and said goodbye to Delilah, you all climbed back into the Impala and after a pit stop to some random forest about forty miles outside of town, you drove back to the motel. First one through the door, you immediately shuffled to yours and Sam’s bed and flopped down on your stomach.
“I’m gonna head out and try to forget what that crazy bitch did by drinking my body weight in whiskey. Anyone want to join?” Dean announced, grabbing his jacket.
“Nah, I’m beat, thanks though,” you said through a yawn. “If you come back with a bar skank, get another room, will ya?”
“What do you think the back seat of the Impala is for, Y/N?” Dean said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
“Huh. I thought it was just for me and Sam,” you sassed, laughing at the disgusted grunt from Dean.
“You two better not be -”
“Dean, relax. She’s kidding,” Sam interrupted. “Have fun at the bar. I’m wiped out and I’m gonna sleep, too.”
“Whatever,” Dean grumbled, exiting the motel room door, letting it slam behind him.
Once the Impala roared to life and disappeared from the parking lot, Sam slid into your bed and gathered you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. You sat in a comfortable silence, taking deep breaths of Sam’s familiar scent while his warmth radiated into your body.
“So, I may have snuck into one of the shops near the bakery before we left,” Sam admitted, making you pull back and look up at him.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I got some of those novelty chattering teeth. Was gonna leave them in his bed,” Sam grinned.
Throwing your head back, you laughed so hard you snorted, making Sam laugh even harder, too. “You’re so bad. He’s gonna kill you,” you said between fits of giggles.
“Yeah, maybe. But you love when I’m bad,” he purred, pulling you against him again, grinding his hips forward and pressing his bulge against you.
“Yeah, I do,” you whispered back, but it was cut off by a squeal when Sam moved, shifting you so you were under him and he was hovering over you, braced on his elbows.
Sam captured your lips in a kiss, and the entire hunt dissolved into a foggy memory as he rutted against you, making your entire body tingle with what you knew was to come.
“Don’t think I forgot about your comment about my stitches. You’re gonna pay for that,” Sam murmured, nipping at the skin on your neck.
“Mmm,” you hummed, “I can’t wait.”
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Abominations
Linda’s eyes widened in shock as the mass of writhing corpses held together by metal binds barreled out into the open. She raised her gun in a panic, and ran backward into the courtyard, shooting as she went.
Mina had much of the same idea, trying to stay out of the creature’s path. She loaded her crossbow and aimed-
The bolt buried itself in a mass of flesh... hardly even staggering the damn thing. She reloaded and fired again, this time hitting the fleshy mass in its stitches. The bolt tore through, and released a green ichor.
She almost wished she hadn’t done that.
The creature bellowed- shrieks pierced the air from the many mouths and faces that were haphazardly sewn together, limbs writhing in pain.
All of its eyes returned to the tiny entry way, and it lumbered awkwardly before using its limbs to suddenly propel it forward.
There was no way it was going to fit through the little door.
“Move! Get cover!“ Strahd commanded. Years as a general took hold-
The golem burst through the entire wall, scattering stone and rubble, knocking the oaken door off its hinges. Debris flew everywhere. Ruki gripped her staff, and used it to propel herself out of the way of the falling stone. Aric ran away from the creature, nimbly avoiding the falling stone.
Strahd was too close to where the door used to be. He had to rely on his supernatural abilities, misting just as a large chunk of stone wall passed through where he stood.
The golem crept out into the open, turning its mass left and right, so that all of its eyes could peer out.
They settled on Ruki.
The many legs skittered, the steel frame creaking to keep up with the motion. It barreled into Ruki.
Ruki flew back through the air, winded and stunned. Her vision blurred as she hit the ground, tears rushed unbidden to her eyes. She was already in pain, this was just so much worse.
Aric’s eyes widened as he saw Ruki fly backwards. He crept behind one of the large sections of wall and held the Sunsword in his hand. It hummed, ready, but he willed the blade not to light- not yet.
The mist that Strahd had become crawled on the ground, settling by Linda. He willed himself to return to human form and spoke quietly to the woman, watching as the hulking golem approached Ruki again.
“You have good aim, yes?“ Strahd asked.
Linda was incredulous, “Yeah?” She ducked around a fallen stone.
“Good,“ Strahd pointed to the golem that was nearly upon Ruki, “Aim for that pump on the back, see it?“
Linda pulled a speedloader from her side and refilled her chamber, “Yeah, I see it.”
She took aim at the pump on the back of the creature. It was a kind of glass encased in a metal cage, pumping green fluid through the golem.
The golem raised a long limb to strike at Ruki.
Strahd tensed, “Shoot now!”
Bang! Glass shattered, and green fluid burst from its container. The golem reeled backward, trying in vain to clutch at the broken pump.
“Well done,“ Strahd praised Linda.
Linda blinked and nodded, “Uh, no problem...” She watched as Strahd moved to a different position on the field.
Thank you, my Lord, thought Ruki as that had given her just enough time to recover. She drew her Ba’al Verzi blades and summoned a mark of death against the creature that had dared attack her.
One slash, two... she channeled mystic power, hoping to destroy the creature... Limbs fell off of the mass, but it was still moving. It seemed to be a much more powerful creature than she anticipated.
A bout of flame struck the creature. Ruki looked to the source: Victor Vallakovich.
Victor whooped, “Take that! And another-” he held out his hand and hastily tried to cast the spell.
Too hastily.
In his effort for speed, he neglected caution and mispronounced a word of power, sending his arm ablaze. Shocked he tried to pat down the flame.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch! Stop!“ He put the fire out on himself.
Almost useless, thought Ruki, disappointed.
Mina let her bolts fly, but missed. Jeeves took the opportunity to move to Aric.
Linda examined the creature, and looked for where the green fluid peered out underneath the stitches. Strahd gave good advice, and she would have been a fool not to follow it. She fired three shots in quick succession, severing one of the major stitches, and releasing the green, sickly fluid.
The golem shrieked in a berserk rage, slamming Ruki backward, and barreling toward...
Strahd.
Damn. Inconvenient... Strahd thanked the lack of sunlight before he began a transformation... one that was unique to him.
His features warped into a bestial shape, he could feel his body growing as his arms turned into large, bat like wings.
Linda stood, dumbfounded as she watched him transform into the drawing she had seen in Van Richten’s tower... similar to the hybrid form of the were-bat.
The golem raised its limbs to pound Strahd into the ground, but missed, Strahd narrowly avoiding it as his transformation completed.
Aric crept behind, making his way to the golem. He held the hilt in his hand as he leaped onto the creature’s back, pressing the hilt to the remains of the pump.
The blade of sun manifested inside of the creature and burned it. Aric disengaged, dismissing the sunlight.
Strahd took advantage of Aric’s attack and slashed at the golem with his form’s claws. He gripped onto the creature and focused all of his strength...
The sound of flesh ripping echoed through the courtyard, pieces of the golem fell, and Strahd roared in triumph, letting the beast within become satisfied. Ooze pooled at the bat creature’s feet, but Strahd cared not.
After a moment he turned around, his voice a hiss from the contours of that form’s face:“Who all sustained injury? Ruki? Are you well?”
Victor grumbled, unfazed, "Nope, no injury here, just... robes I have to replace."
Strahd snorted at the remark and lowered himself to the ground, knuckle-walking with his wings over to Ruki.
Ruki focused on her psionic power... healing herself through the power of her own thought... but she was still gravely injured. She looked up at Strahd’s approach and insisted, weakly, “I am fine, my lord.”
Strahd paused and reached out a clawed thumb from his wing to touch Ruki’s forehead. He knew she was lying to him. Embarrassment at being hurt, pride...
He focused on returning to his human shape, still holding on to her head. He had a few spells he could cast... and plenty of vitality... he could afford to make a sacrifice now.
“Today has not been your day...”He muttered and cast a spell that he had created- a version of life transference... He could transfer living energy from one person to another or...
Sacrifice his own life force to sustain hers. His regeneration would not give that back to him- not until he rested in Castle Ravenloft.
He felt his own life force siphoning into her, and watched as his stolen life force healed his adopted daughter.
“Better?“ He asked softly.
Ruki nodded, wiping green ichor from her daggers and sheathed them, “Yes, thank you.”
Linda watched the exchange and spoke quietly, "I think everyone else is okay."
Aric strapped the hilt to his belt, "Everyone good, shall we continue?”
Strahd put his hand on the hilt of his sword and nodded, “Press on.”
Linda tilted her head in acknowledgement and held her revolver at the ready.
They stepped over rubble and entered the long, dark hallway. It had several rooms and a stairwell leading up. Whimpering seeped underneath the doorways of several rooms, and a single mongrelfolk cowered in the hallway.
Aric walked to a door and opened it. There were three fearful mongrelfolk in here... One of them cradled a brass candlestick... but this room had nothing else of importance. He left the door open for them.
Linda opened a door of her own, and as soon as she opened it, small, hunched mongrelfolk started to spill out, eager to escape the room. She let them pass, and saw remains of flesh and skeletons on the floor.
She didn’t want to think about what happened. She backed up slightly, remaining cautious.
Aric checked another room. This one had five of the creatures fighting with each other... and a wooden statue of a woman with teeth marks on it. Nothing else there either.
Linda opened another room to see seven mongrelfolk sitting around one that was waving a gold statuette like a music conductor... They sang:
"The devil dwells in his dark house,
Upon the Misty Pillar.
First he'll drink her sweet, sweet blood,
And then he'll have to kill her..."
Linda felt chills... It was obvious that it had something to do with Strahd. But where it originated, or why the mongrelfolk would sing it was... beyond her. She left them be.
Aric opened another door: mongrelfolk chanting some kind of incantation begging for food.
Linda’s new room was a nursery... mongrelfolk mothers and their young...
They found much of the same in the remaining rooms. It seemed that this floor was purely storage for the experimental beings.
Jeeves made a noise of confused disgust, "How many people did this guy have and no one noticed?"
"Its a large town,” Aric admitted, “People may not have even notice they all went missing. Then again, he could have claimed they died.”
Jeeves put his hands on his hips, "I suppose so. But this location isn't the most subtle, either. It is on top of a mountain. You'd think that people would see others coming up."
Aric nodded, "That is true, maybe we will learn more as we explore."
Strahd walked forth, “There were seventeen women and children used to make the golem bride... that other golem would have to use around thirty five, forty corpses...”
Strahd made a gesture, “And these mongrelfolk... there is at least fifty of them. These people were all human once. All in all, nearly one hundred people that we can account for, and even my reports of those missing cannot amount to that..."
Linda froze, "Then where did he get them?"
Aric looked to the vampire, "It concerns that you know the number of people needed to make a golem."
Strahd looked to Aric, "The Abbot admitted the number for Vasilka's creation. I can deduce how many would be needed to create the other. I studied necromancy. I prefer not to deal with golems. I find their tendency to go berserk a nuisance, and they aren't apt assistants."
Strahd made a dismissive gesture, "Most necromancers create golems to research ways outside of lichdom to achieve immortality."
Strahd folded his cloak around him, "The Abbot was already an immortal creature. He claimed Vasilka was for me... but he would know that a golem has a psychic link to their creator... probably needed to use her to spy on me..."
Strahd pondered, “But unless she was severed from his control, she should have suffered near destruction from his death... so perhaps he was not the creator, but definitely the harvester..."
Strahd turned to Aric, "This... Mehmet. Do you think he would have something to do with it? We know they were all conspiring. Was he a necromancer?"
Aric shook his head, "Highly unlikely. Necromancy is looked down upon in our culture, more so than in others. I doubt he would sink to that level to achieve his goals here."
"So this is a full fledged conspiracy, then. Interesting..." Strahd murmured in a way that made it clear that he did not, in fact, find it interesting.
Without another word, he skulked up the stairs, Linda following the man closely behind.
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Profound Member Post - October 2018
Header by @pantydean and is available on merch from her redbubble store. You can use all those fancy emojis(and more!) on our Discord Server!
The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirety during that month.
MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR OCTOBER 2018!
Masterpost below the cut.
Darmys - @darmysasagiri - Darmys
Not in Kansas Anymore
Summary: Sareno Dean Winchester answers to no one. Born to a powerful House on the storm wracked mining planet Kansas, he and his brother Sam have grown up strong and independent. The only person that holds their respect is the enigmatic Bobby Smith, Master of the martial arts academy where they train.
When alien bounty hunters kidnap Bobby, Dean throws away the life he knew and sets out—with Sam and Baby—to rescue his mentor, no matter how far they have to travel through known space.
Tags: Alternate Universe - The Highroad Trilogy, Alternate Universe - Space Opera, Past Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Past Dean Winchester/Nick Munroe, Robot!Baby, Canon-Typical Deaths, Canon-Typical Violence, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not Involving Our Main Characters), Period-Typical Racism, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge 2018
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JessJesstheBest - @saywhatjessie - JessJesstheBest
Fucking Hollywood
Summary:
“Okay…” he started, aware that the only way out of this conversation was through. “So I admit, I don’t know a whole lot about,” he gestured vaguely at Sam. “That. But me, personally, I have a hard time telling the difference between romantic and platonic love.”
“So like aromanticism.”
“No, what?” Dean glanced at Sam who was looking at him weirdly. “I don’t know. But one of the only ways I know how to confirm the difference is with sex.”
Or the boys have a discussion about media theory and Dean learns a new word.
Tags: Fluff are!Dean, Bi!Dean (I mean obviously Dean is bi but he's actually explicitly aro in this so, Human AU, Sam's at Stanford, John is dead, Aromantic Dean Winchester,
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waywarded - waywarded
Discoveries
Summary: Dean and Cas are in a relationship and Dean is being too considerate for Cas's liking with making sure they don't take things too fast in the bedroom. Experimentation on what turns Castiel on ensues.
Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Romance, Fluff, Sexual Content, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Cute, Kissing, Making Out
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ultimatetrollcolinfirth - @ultimatetrollcolinfirth
Destiel Art Round Up Oct 2018
Summary: A round up of my Destiel based creations, mostly for inktober.
Tags: Destiel, Inktober 2018,
Link to art piece #1, Link to art piece #2
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ultimatetrollcolinfirth - @ultimatetrollcolinfirth - LeafZelindor
Dean’s Weakness
Summary: Profound Bot prompt Challenge
Dean just saw Cas getting out of the shower.
Cas is Dean's win.
Sam is likely a leviathan.
In which Creature Sam figures out some important information about Dean Winchester.
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amandacanzo - amandacanzo
Sweet Surprise
Summary:
Dean is a great baker, but perhaps not the best communicator.
When Dean had an embarrassing accident in his bakery (Sam’s fault), he left a lasting impression on Dr Castiel Novak, who had the pleasure of stitching up Dean’s asscheek.
When Cas comes to Dean’s bakery with Anna to order a wedding cake, Dean figures that Cas is getting married.
While Dean’s happy to have a new friend, it’s instantly clear to him he can’t keep his feelings in check. Especially when Cas is super affectionate and seems to be treating each hang out as a date.
On top of everything, Dean still has to make what he thinks is Cas’ wedding cake.
DCBB 2018
Tags: Baker Dean Winchester, Doctor Castiel, misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending, AU
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Accompanying art by @abaddon-all-hope
alessariel - alessariel
A Promise At Sunrise
Summary:
“Dude, don’t look now, but there’s another guy wearing the same costume as you!” Charlie daintily sipped her drink while Dean nearly spat out his beer.
What starts with a similar costume rapidly turns into the most amazing one-night stand Dean's ever had. Cas is funny, gorgeous, mysterious and really knows how to use his... wings. Among other things.
Dean made Cas promise to stay the night and watch the sunrise with him, but he finds himself hoping that Cas will stay a lot longer than that.
Tags: Alternate Universe, Halloween, Creature Fic, Creature Castiel, Costumes, Smut, Fluff, A little bit of angst, just a tiny bit, Bottom Dean, Top Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester
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blueeyesandpie - @blueeyesandpie
Destiel Gifset
Summary: A gifset of key early-Cas moments that establish his loyalty/connection to Dean, set to the lyrics of Simon & Garfunkel's Kathy's Song.
Tags: dean winchester, castiel, gifsets, destiel, kathy's song, season 4, season 5
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pingnova - @pingnova - pingnova
Don’t Kill The Messenger
Summary: Father Castiel Novak investigates miracles for the Vatican. While it’s disheartening when they all end up fakes, he continues his relentless pursuit in the name of faith and science. After a particularly convincing case in Brazil is taken from him, he’s reassigned to a believer in New York City who’s blessed with the wounds of Christ. Except, Dean Winchester turns out to be no believer, and he and Castiel have very different ideas of what constitutes a divine gift.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Hurt Dean Winchester, Priest!Castiel, Possession, Angst, Gore, Temporary Major Character Death
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Accompanying art by SketchyDean
gouinette parle trop - @artbloggouinetteparletrop
Collection of Fan Art Made Through SUPTOBERART
Summary: MASTERPOST for the art I created during suptoberart 2018
Tags: destiel, destiel fan art, wayward sisters, suptoberart 2018, spn fanart
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MalMuses - @malmuses - MalMuses
Something in the Fog
Summary: Finally settling into some semblance of normalcy after Cas comes back from the Empty, Sam finds a case up in New England. In one historic town, people are losing their minds and drowning themselves in a nearby river.
Sam and Dean set off alone, only to quickly call Cas to their aid when they realize that the unnerving town of Dunwich is hiding far more than your average witch or ghoul.
Drawn into investigating a cult that worships a being far beyond their comprehension, Team Free Will doesn’t understand quite how much danger they are in...
Fic posted for SPN Eldritch Bang.
Tags: Dub Con (Possession), Further Clairification of Dub Con Tag in the Appropriate Chapter, Cults, Canon-Typical Violence, Case Fic, Miscommunication, Eldritch Horror, Angst with a Happy Ending
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MalMuses - @malmuses - MalMuses
Without A Trace
Summary: When Sam disappears during a hunt gone horribly wrong, Dean and his angel Castiel follow a trail of clues that lead them back through Sam’s past.
Will Dean be able to save Sam from his history – and will Cas be able to save Dean from himself?
Nothing is a simple as it seems for Dean and Cas. Luckily, they have some great friends (and unexpected allies) willing to help them through it.
(WIP fic that finished posting this month.)
Tags: Canon Verse, MCD (temporary), Slow Burn, Smut, Fluff, Plot Twists, Torture, First Dates, Drowning, Kidnapping, BAMF!Cas, Gabriel is a badass, Redemption Arcs, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, Wing Kink, Grace Sharing, Angel True Forms, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending
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MalMuses - @malmuses - MalMuses
Soup and Whiskey
Summary: “Jack, you know Dean and I, well, we’re not…” Cas spoke quietly, making an awkward, vague hand gesture.
The raised eyebrow that Jack gave him came directly from Sam. Cas could see the developing bitch face and it was equal parts entertaining and alarming.
“Really,” Cas confirmed. “We aren’t.”
Jack put his spoon down slowly to pick up his juice. “Then you should be,” he responded easily, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
A little 14x03 coda.
Tags: 14x03 Coda, Jack ex machina, First Kiss, Fluff, Love Confessions
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saltnhalo - saltnhalo
What The Rain Brings
Summary: In which Castiel's new roommate—supposed to be an alpha, under the guidelines of the college dorms—turns out to be a) late, and b) a beautiful, sarcastic, drenched omega.
Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Meet-Cute, True Mates, Scenting, Misunderstandings, Explicit Sexual Content, Topping from the Bottom, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Porn with Feelings
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The Sketching Fox - @sketching-fox
My Little Destiel Collection
Summary: A Collection of 10 digital artworks, created during the SupToberArt /Inktober 2018, showing all posts about Destiel!
Tags: Supernatural, Destiel, Castiel, Dean Winchester, SPNFanart, Spnart, suptober2018, suptoberart2018
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Jdragon122 - @jdragon122 - Jdragon122
Outlast
Summary: It seemed like a normal case. It always does... Dean has never seen Castiel, the real Castiel. But he’s never really thought about it until the truth of it is thrown in his face, abruptly, and violently. A case out in the deserts of Arizona and old Native American lands uncover a long dormant evil that reemerges when the brothers and the angel stumble upon it. The evil is hungry for power and what powerful being is more tempting than an angel. With Cas suddenly ripped from the brothers, stranded in the middle of the desolate wilderness, they must find a way to save their friend. With the clock ticking and their resources dwindling, Sam and Dean must find a way to defeat the evil and save Cas — before Cas becomes twisted beyond recognition, and before the hunters become the hunted.
Tags: Canon Divergent, Canon Conpliant, Canon-Typical Violence, season/series 11, Dark, Angst, Dean Whump, Cas Whump, Sam is okay though... mostly, Male OC, female OC, Angel True Forms, Castiel (Supernatural)’s True Form, Blood and Violence, very brief scene that might be considered noncon, graphic description of corpses, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Sam, BAMF Dean, switch Castiel, switch Dean, panic attacks, Case Fic, Hurt Dean, Hurt, angst with a happy ending, temporary character death, wings, topping from the bottom,
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BinJLG - @honeyedsam - BinJLG
Holloween
Summary: Dean spirals into a deep depression after casting Michael out and ends up isolating himself. But Castiel WILL NOT let him spend his favorite holiday alone.
Tags: Destiel, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester mentioned, Jack Kline mentioned, Mary Winchester mentioned, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Depressed Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Halloween, First Kiss, Depression, Mental Illness, Unreliable Narrator
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Nera_Solani - @nera-solani - Nera_Solani
Show me your secrets and I’ll show you madness
Summary: Are you afraid of the dark? No?If you ever find a door that leads nowhere, don't go in. Four teenagers make the mistake of doing so anyway and don’t come back out. Which is how Dean, Sam and Castiel find themselves investigating a case that leads them right into an ancient Greek myth about a labyrinth housing a monster. But the monster isn't the only thing lurking in this dark place; the walls are breathing, watching, waiting… Being separated in a giant maze that isn’t attached to our reality isn’t how any of them had envisioned this case would go.
What is real? What is an illusion? Is that blood? What was that shadow?
In every corner awaits a new nightmare, each one worse than the other. The three men need to save the missing teenagers and find a way out — if they can find each other, and live through the terrors the maze shows them. But none of that is easy when you’re being confronted with your worst memories and fears. Especially when you have to lose the love of your life over and over again…
Well? Are you afraid of the dark? Maybe you should be.
Tags: Graphic depictions of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Injury, Post-Season/Series 13, Case Fic, Greek Mythology - Freeform, Illusions, Hallucinations, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Fluff and Angst, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Idiots in Love, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Knows, Nearly Human Castiel, Grace Sex, DCBB 2018
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grumpyphoenix - @paintmeahero - grumpyphoenix
Glutton For Punishment
Summary: Castiel is trying out everything now that he's human. When he finds Dean's porn-stash, he wants to try some of it out, but Dean won't let him. So he has to goad Dean into it.
Tags: Kinktober 2018, Not Beta Read, Edgeplay, Dacryphilia, Spanking, Sadism, Masochism, Biting, Praise Kin,k Angry Sex, Bondage, Hair-pulling, Asphyxiation, Crossdressing, Costumes, Creampie, Under-negotiated Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Jealousy, Human Castiel, Possessive Behaviour
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supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic - supernatural9917
We Eat in Here!
Summary: Sam is really sick of walking in on Dean and Cas boning.
Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Sam is scarred for life.
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supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic - supernatural9917
Doctor Doctor, Please
Summary: Dean has a special request of Cas
Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Playing doctor.
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supernatural99117 - @supernatural9917fic - supernatural9917
Roommate Wanted
Summary: Dean Winchester moved to Pontiac, Illinois six months ago when his girlfriend Carmen got a new job. Unfortunately for Dean, Carmen then left him for her boss, so he needs to find a roommate ASAP. Castiel Novak needs to move out of his brother’s house before his niece is born, and when he finds Dean’s ad on Craigslist, it seems like the perfect solution for both of them. So what if Dean is ridiculously gorgeous? Castiel can keep his crush under control. So what if Castiel is gay? Totally straight Dean isn’t at all affected by seeing him hook up with dudes. They’re just a couple of completely platonic roommates.
Well… that’s what they think, anyway…
Written for the DeanCas Big Bang 2018 with art by @busysquirrel
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jscribbles - jscribbles
Taker of Souls
Summary: The angels have fallen. Castiel is human, Sam is recovering from the trials, and Dean doesn’t want to expose them to the world as it’s crumbling outside the bunker doors.
To pass time in their solitude, Dean discovers a hidden room in the bunker full of dangerous magical artifacts and accidentally exposes his friends and family to an ancient horror. If Castiel thought adjusting to humanity was already a terror in itself, he experiences a world of pain when the ancient spirit Dean released chooses him as a vessel to fulfill its evil prophecy.
Castiel begins to change as voices call out to him in the night and take the form of the one righteous man he desires, temptation drawing him to complete a ritual that will allow one of Hell’s most feared ancient entities to occupy his vessel.
Before Sam, Dean, Kevin and Crowley know what is happening, they are thrown into a lockdown, unable to escape the bunker as the cruel, twisted monster inside of Castiel prowls the hallways, hunting them, thirsty for their blood, hungry for their souls.
Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Castiel/Dean, temporary major character death, Minor Character Death, Pining, Slow Burn, non-con, dub-con, Blood, Gore, Body mutilation, Self Harm, zombie-type characters, Hallucinations, Nightmares, horror-imagery, offensive language/insults, spoilers for The Witch, the boys cry, Sickness, Possession, canon-calibre discussions of religion, the evil dead 2013, Crossover, Inspired By, Smut, minor prescription drug use, Vomiting
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idjitsaviors - @idjitsaviors - Glitchedwings & Akobel - @akobel
Baby, Baby
Summary: Trench was used to sitting on lots of objects, sitting in lots of cars. Baby was used to accommodating articles of clothing (mostly of the flannel variety), and many different items. Of course, Trench was not yet used to being dragged along on celestial plots, and Baby was not yet used to that happening in her backseat. Still, weirdness was the one constant in their daily lives, so the day the trench coat and car met was like any other.
By now they’ve met several times over the years, caught in the crossfires of their two owners' friendship and pining. But when Trench is forced to spend months in Baby's trunk, will they finally watch their owners find love? And can they make something of their own?
A mostly canon-adjacent fic following Dean and Cas through the eyes of Baby— and the eyes of Trench, her partner in crime.
Tags: Crack treated seriously, canon compliant, mutual pining
SFW
#member masterpost#member masterposts#october masterpost#profoundnet#profoundnet monthly masterpost#deancas reclist#member fic#member art
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I wrote a very short drabble about the nature of Penny and Leech’s relationship. But really I just wanted to write gore and horror. I guess it takes place after the main plot? But yeah. Kinda NSFW. Actually yeah its NSFW. You’ll see.
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The two college boys climbed the steps of the haunted out slowly and shakily. Their task was simple, sneak out past the curfew and go into the haunted house for one night. Then its sorority chicks and frat parties for the next four years. The door creaked loudly as the first boy opened it and they both almost ran when they saw the decrepit interior. The second young man took the first step being the braver of the two. They walked quietly through the entrance hall past the cobweb covered fireplace the phrase “Good Cheer, Good Friends” carved into it. They didn’t notice the modern pictures in the old frames and the horrible twisted looking characters sitting together and smiling like family. The first boy tapped the second on the shoulder and pointed to a christmas tree set up in the sitting room “Who do you think did that?” he whispered.
“Probably squatters.” the other said.
They jumped at the sound of a muffled whimper coming from somewhere in the house. “Dude listen…. is that jingling?” the one said to the other. Sure enough there was a soft jingling rhythm coming from the bowels of the basement. “Do we check it out?”
“I guess?”
They made their way down to the basement through the kitchen the jingling grew louder. A deep growl stopped them in their tracks as they reached for the door. Something on the other side hissed and giggled.
The boys cautiously opened the cellar door and two pairs of glowing eyes snapped in their direction. “Uh…occupied?!” a voice nervously called out of the darkness.
“He-hello?” the braver of the friends called out to the occupants hesitantly he waved a flashlight around searching for the source of the noise.
“Shit pen humans! How the hell did you not sense them?” the voice hissed.
“Well pardon me for being a bit distracted!” a shaky male voice panted out an answer.
“Get off of me so I can grab them!”
“Ah Ah! I saw them first”
“How!? You’re not even facing the door you selfish idiot!”
“Um so like are you guys squatters or..” the boy shined the flashlight in the direction of the voices and suddenly wished he hadn’t. A seven foot clown and what looked like a living corpse under him both recoiled in embarrassment.
“DO YOU MIND!” the undead girl shouted and tried to cover herself with a tentacle coming from the chest of the beast above her.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!….. IS IT FUCKING HER?”
“Was, until you assholes broke into our house on our fucking honeymoon. Sheesh, so much for a weekend of privacy.”
“Will you stop calling it that?” the clown snarled.
“Look Pen, I am completely fine not doing the whole wedding thing but if I’m going to be your mate I am sure as hell getting a damn honeymoon and we have put this off far too long!”
“S-should we go dude?” the boys whispered to each other.
“How many times do I need to tell you it’s not at like a human marriage Leechie. Its more like…….ducklings?”
“Yeah, yeah imprints I get it. We got to do that part your way let me have this. I even kicked everyone out this weekend just so we could be alone!” she snapped at him and added in a lower tone “At least the damn duckling part is spot on…..clingy bastard.”
“Just keeping my precious mate nice and safe!” he purred at her and patted her head. “Speaking of-“ the clown snapped his head around like an owl his bones cracking and distorting in his neck till he was staring directly at the boys.
“W h e r e d o y o u t h i n k y o u ‘ r e g o i n g??” the beast’s body followed its head making more sickening sounds. The clowns costume began stitching itself back together and the boys could see a horrible gaping mouth on its chest slowly zippering itself shut.
“RUN DUDE!” the first student said making a break up the stairs for the cellar door only to be stopped by a horrible upside-down cheshire wall of teeth. The creatures jaws opened and drool ran down her fangs. She let out an awful shriek and a twisted black claw shot out of the darkness around her. It wrapped around her victim’s head then violently yanked him up the wall his flashlight waving frantically till it fell to the floor. There was panicked screaming, a wail of pain followed by a terrifying crunch then stillness. The other college boy frantically grabbed the fallen flashlight and tried to raise it up to where his friend had been pulled away. What he saw was a waterfall of blood running down the door and dripping into a pool on the floor. The light followed the blood up till it stopped on his friends legs hanging limp and jerking haphazardly. There were disgusting squelching noises and a horrible churr filling the air a large chunk of flesh dropped to the ground at his feet followed by his friends watch. “OH MY GOD!” The boy cried out and fell backwards down the stairs. He frantically tried to stand and grab his flashlight completely forgetting about the other un-fed monster in the room with him. When he stood with the light in his hand the clown casually walked into it and grinned. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he said gesturing to the creature devouring the young man’s friend. “How can I stay mad at her when she puts on such a fantastic little show!”
The young man took a step back, the clown grinned and took a much larger step forward. “Why don’t we give my mate a grand finale?” he let out a serpentine hiss and his teeth changed to fangs like that of a viper. A forked tongue flicked out and tasted the air drool and venom fell from his mouth onto the cellar floor. Serpents coiled around the young man’s legs restricting his movement and the clown’s lower half shifted and stitched together till he had the body of a snake instead of legs. Something bit the poor lad on the leg, his whole body started to go numb and limp as more snakes coiled around him restricting his movement completely. The clown-snake slithered up to him and threw his large coils around his body crushing the young man tighter. With every exhale and attempt at screaming the clown’s grip on him tightened till he was barely breathing. The entire time the horrible creature’s mouth unhinged and stretched open over the college boy’s head cold slimy globs of drool fell onto his face which burned his skin. The last thing he saw as his breath left his body were millions of fangs and two beautiful cold lights dancing in a hypnotic circle. The creatures jaws closed around his head and he was no more.
Pennywise crunched down and severed the head from the body wrapped in his coils. he dropped both and whisked himself back together with a satisfied chuckle.
“You know Leechie up there actually likes being restrained.” Pennywise said to the twitching body as it fell to the ground. He turned to his mate licking the blood off his lips flashing a devious smirk.
“Do not!!!” came the vampires voice from the dark.
“What do you call five minutes ago darling? A sexy hug?” the clown laughed and licked his lips again tasting the blood on them.
“F-fuck you!”
“Come back down and you can! Hahahahah!”
There was a moment of silence in the cellar between the two monsters the flashlight still clutched in the hand of the headless young college student flickered off briefly. When it came back on their lips were locked together claws raking against each others body’s and twisting in wild orange hair. The light flickered off again and after a few moments there was a ripping sound followed by something slithering.
“Really? the tentacles again?”
“Just picking up where I left off darling. Besides I have a point to prove now!”
Leech gasped suddenly when something yanked open her legs and slithered against her.
“Seeeeee you like it!” her mate hissed into her ear flicking out his forked tongue that he decided to keep for just a little while longer.
“Can you at least lock the front door this time before we go any further?” the vampire panted.
The clown huffed and rolled his eyes. He snapped his fingers and there was a loud hasty slam upstairs. Penny leaned in close to her.
“Any more interruptions?”
“Just one” Leech grinned at him and squirmed in the grip of his tendrils.
“What is it now?” the clown snarled.
“Love youuu!” she blew him a cheesy kiss as she wiggled more in his grasp.
Pennywise rumbled in pleasant surprise. A lustful grin grew on his features as he leaned in close his eyes lit up in the dark. His claws cupped her cheeks and a particularly slimy black tendril wrapped its self around his mate’s throat. “Love you too kitten.” he hissed and kissed her hard, making sure that this time no one was to disturb him and his precious mate.
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They cute man. But also terrifying. Anyway they’re not technically married but more bonded. He imprinted on her like a horrifying murder duckling. Leech being Leech she has to have at least one thing her way and if its a winning situation for Penny he’ll usually go along with it. Let her call your romantic staycation whatever she wants clownboi you’re getting lots of extra attention don’t complain. I also wanted to do something for this naga Snakeywise I've seen some folks drawing. I hate to spread the fear of snakes (snakes are angelic noodles of love!) but I gotta admit I loved writing this.
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Holy Ground - a WIP teaser
I remember exactly where I was when it all started. The first thing I noticed was the groaning, the screeching, the gnashing teeth. I heard it out of my bedroom window, and was sure that it was my imagination. Oh, if only, if only. Then came the banging at our front door. How the dead knew which wall was a door and not solid brick, I never understood. Maybe there was a little humanity left in them, I don’t know. But they knocked and knocked at the door until my mother foolishly opened it.
The reaction was immediate when the creature stumbled inside and went straight for my mother’s neck. She’d always opened the door without looking through the peephole, and we always joked that it would be her downfall. Of course, she wasn’t prepared to defend herself, and you could hardly say she knew that she was fighting off a dead person instead of a regular man high on some sort of drug. You could hardly say she knew that either he died or she did.
I heard her screams echo throughout the house. As I sprinted out of my room to see what was wrong, I caught a glimpse of the devastation in her eyes. Probably because she thought I was next. She waved her hand away and managed to choke out, “Run,” through the blood flooding her throat.
I turned back down the hall and opened my parents’ bedroom door to see my dad laying in bed, listening to an audiobook through headphones. I waved my arms to get his attention and he slid them down around his neck.
“We have to get out of the house,” I whispered. “Mom opened the door and someone attacked her.” Tears were welling up in my frantic eyes as my brain tried to process what I’d just seen, even though I knew there was no time for that right now.
“What? Are you serious? Don’t joke like that, Seph,” my dad whispered back, getting up and crossing the room.
“Yes I’m serious, she said to run, we have to go out the back now.”
“Not in my house, they don’t,” he whispered, seemingly to himself. He reached down and unlocked the safe, taking out a pistol. “Get in the bathroom,” he commanded me, striding down the hall.
“No, dad, please,” I whispered, but it was too late. I rapidly locked myself in the hall bathroom where there were no windows and only one door. I kept the light off and slid down the wall to sit in the corner and wait for my dad to return.
Bang. Bang. Lots of groaning. A scream, followed by a body hitting the floor. Even though it could have been the intruder, I felt this awful sickness welling up in my body. I covered my mouth to stifle the hyperventilation consuming me, tears rolling down from my tightly shut eyes.
Knock, knock, knock. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t dare make a sound, in the event that the intruder was waiting for me on the other side of the door. Knock, knock, knock. I tried to be as silent and still as possible. “Seph, open up. It’s me,” came my father’s voice from the other side.
Rapid tears flowed down my face as I lept to my feet and threw open the door. As soon as I was faced with my dad, I flung myself into his arms. “I thought I’d never see you alive again,” I wailed. I was so relieved that it took me a while to notice something hot and sticky pressed into my side. “W-what is that? Are you hurt?” I asked frantically.
“I don’t know what that guy was on, but I think I’m going to need stitches. He literally bit me,” my dad heaved a heavy breath.
“I’ll call 911, you put some pressure on that,” I insisted. Speaking of 911… I turned down the hall and, stepping over the intruder’s corpse, ran to my mother’s side. “Oh, mom… What did that lunatic do to you?” I cried. She must have bled out within moments, because she was going cold. I stifled a sob, remembering that my father might’ve bled out as well if I lost myself. I walked back to my room and picked up my phone. Dialing 911, I waited. And waited. But there was nothing but ringing and ringing and ringing.
I hung up and tried again. More and more ringing. “So unprofessional,” I whispered.
“Honey?” I heard my dad say down the hallway.
That doesn’t make any sense. I felt her, there was no pulse, I thought.
Then I heard the screeching, the growling.
“Ahh!” came my dad’s voice, and then a heavy thump to the ground. I ran out to the hallway to see her crawling on top of him, a dead gloss over her eyes, gnashing her teeth in a mouth that was spilling out blood onto his chest. I watched in horror as she went straight for his throat, ripping out his vocal cords and swallowing them with ease. Why she wanted to literally eat her husband, I didn’t know, but I rapidly shut myself back in the bathroom.
I had to listen to his attempted screams for a couple of minutes before either he’d bled out or she’d consumed so much of him that his body was in complete shock. Which one it was, I couldn’t tell you. All I knew was that my life had gone to hell in a handbasket in the last fifteen minutes, and I had no idea why. I knew that I was now completely alone in the world. No siblings, no family that lived nearby. Just me.
I knew that there were at least two literal zombies roaming around my house right on the other side of the door I was pressed against, and I had no weapons to my name.
Well, I supposed I could use a curling iron as a blunt weapon. Assessing the situation, that seemed the most likely way to survive. You’re supposed to hit zombies in the head, right? Damage the brain, stop the body. If there were ever going to be a time to mourn my parents, it was exactly right now. At the risk of being too loud and attracting the dead to my location, I cried. I cried so hard that I thought I would throw up, but at least I had a toilet in that case. I had no idea how long I was in that room. Could have been minutes, or I could have been crying for hours. I figured I had time, because the longer I waited, the more likely that my… parents… would be gone.
Finally, I stood and gripped the curling iron tightly in my right fist, my knuckles turning white in the pale nightlight’s glow. I listened at the crack in the door for any shuffling, and they seemed to have dissipated for the moment. Cautiously, I opened the door, and unfortunately it creaked. Towards the kitchen I heard a groan and my heart shot up into my throat. I flattened myself against the wall, slowly making my way down the hall.
A groan came from directly behind me just then. I whipped around to see my father, eyes bloodshot and glossy, throwing himself towards me. I struggled to push him back, his hands clawing at my arms, presumably to get a good shot at my neck. His nails began to dig into my arm, and the pain fueled me to press forward and bring the curling iron into a heavy contact with his head. I’m so sorry, I thought, repeatedly bashing his head in. Each strike was harder as the tears increasingly rolled down my face. I love you, but please die. Eventually, he slumped to the ground, hopefully dead for good. There were blood spatters all over my face, and I tried to remember not to wipe my eyes, nose, or mouth. I had heard before that the scratches of the undead can also turn you, but since my parents were freshly dead I didn’t know if that would hold up.
I had no time to stand there in shock, rattled to my bones, because then it was on to my next problem: my mother, shambling around the kitchen. I thought I could sneak up on her, but evidently they could smell me, because she turned right around and lunged for me. They didn’t seem to be particularly fast, but also not slow. More like human speed, when someone has no particular place to be.
I learned my lesson; this time I wound up like a hitter in a baseball game and cracked her across the side of the head, throwing her body onto the table to my left. I took a good shot and brought the curling iron down onto her head like a guillotine, smashing her brains all over the kitchen floor.
She dropped dead to the ground, and my heart pounded in my brain and ears. Not daring to set down my weapon here, I quickly walked back to the bathroom and roared the faucet to life. Closing the door, I stripped naked and washed as much of the blood off as I could. I used toilet paper to dry my free-flowing tears, not daring to touch my eyes with my hands. I supposed there was no way to clean my clothes, so I just returned to my room, gripping my weapon like my life depended on it, and found the most durable clothing I could. A black tank top with silver lining and long blue jeans would do the trick. Although it was a hot Tennessee day, I’d heard once that denim was really hard to bite through, so that seemed like it would benefit me.
My body was going through the motions without a brain steering it. My mind was in so much shock that I was calm -- what could I do but move forward? Sit here and wait to die? I pulled on some hiking boots with gel insoles and walked back to the living room, where my dad had set down the pistol. I have no idea how to tell how many bullets are in this, I thought, but it’s better than nothing. I grabbed a backpack and my dad’s holster from his room. I shoved the curling iron into the backpack, along with some changes of clothes and some food items. I didn’t know how long I would be out of the house, but I had to get to McKenzie’s home and make sure she was still alive. That was more important to me than my own survival. At least I had my learner’s permit, so I grabbed the keys off of the keyring and, steeling my nerves, walked outside and jumped in the car. I could see more of the dead wandering through various parts of the street, so as soon as I started up the car I started booking it. Stay alive a little longer, McKenzie. I’m comin’ for ya.
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Darkness, Pt. 4
This part is longer than the last few, since I really wanted to get it all out before I lost it. Enjoy!
WARNING: Contains horror, gore, violence, body horror, blood, profanity, and anyone who suffers from Nyctophobia, or has a weak stomach should not read this. You’ve been warned.
The house didn't have a single light on when Catherine got home from work, save for the porch light. She paid it no heed as she closed the garage door and went through the laundry room into the kitchen. Everyone was probably asleep, and that worked in her favor. Her feet were dragging, and she couldn't lift her arms after an eight hour shift of scanning cans of pumpkin puree, turkeys, and bags of potatoes. She hated the holidays, and couldn't wait till her next days off. Too bad that was in another three days.
She flicked the switch for the dining room lights, and hesitated when they didn't turn on. She tried again, then gave up and went to check the box in the garage. She didn't find anything wrong with it, except when she tried to turn the power back on, there was no change in the darkness in the house. She swallowed hard, remembering how when she was a child, her brother used to torture her with ghost stories that left her nearly catatonic for months.
She shook it off, then used the flashlight of her cell phone to find the spare flashlight up on the shelves above her dad's workbench. It was where it was left as always. Luckily the batteries had just been replaced. Clicking it on, she went back into the house to find some candles.
As she moved past the dining table, a dark shape darted under it, hiding in a corner, followed by a low growl. Catherine kneeled down, sweeping the beam under the table. It was her cat, Othello. He watched her with flattened ears and his body backed as tightly into the corner as possible. His eyes were huge, glowing yellow from the reflected light. He mewled as he watched her, realizing it was her, and he inched forward, but only slightly.
Catherine frowned as she watched her cat. She'd only ever seen him like this once, and that was when he was a kitten, and he had just become acquainted with the vacuum cleaner. Catherine still had the scars on her leg from where he climbed up her and launched himself onto the fridge and stayed there for several hours. But even then, he came to her when she held her hand out to him, but not now. Now, he flinched away from, and even hissed when she tried to pet him.
“What is wrong with you, baby?” she cooed, then froze when she heard an odd sound come from upstairs. It was the sound of claws catching on carpet, like when she used to have a polydactyl cat, and you could hear him wherever he was, even when he nails were clipped.
Only, this sounded bigger. Much bigger.
Catherine's hair stood up on the back of her neck as she stood and pressed her back against the wall, hiding the flashlight's beam with her hand, which was beginning to shake. It sounded like the noise was moving towards the rooms at the far end of the house, which was away from her. She took the opportunity to try to sneak towards the front door, which was maybe ten steps away from where she stood. Her stomach clenched, and she found her hand going to the crucifix at her throat, a tiny thing she'd been given at her baptism, and kept since, although she'd long since stopped believing that her prayers would ever be answered. Now she was wishing she'd been just slightly more devout, but the cool metal still comforted her.
The dining room floor was risen a few inches above the living room floor, as a way to deter people from stepping on the carpet with dirty shoes, but Catherine had other things to worry about than a little dirt. As she stepped off the landing, there was a soft, wet squelch, which nearly made her whimper. She pointed the flashlight down first, and then she looked down. Oh, how she wished she hadn't.
Her mother's prized plush eggshell cream carpet was soaked in blood. It was dark- arterial blood, her mother would say, from watching too many damn crime scene investigation shows. The blood only filled a small spot, but even that was too much for Catherine to accept.
Smaller spots, but not too much smaller, led away from it, and she followed the trail, across the coffee table, onto the floor again, and then up, across the socks and sweatpants of Catherine's mother, and landing on the bloody mess that used to be her chest. It had been ripped open like a steak and lobster dinner, and most of her organs were partially devoured, or missing altogether. The light flickered as the hand holding it began to shake violently, and Catherine's throat and chest tightened as her body struggled to take in air, and her knees turned to water, folding under her and making her collapse and drop the flashlight.
It bounced slightly, rolling, and her eyes followed it as it came to stop on the strange, hairy form of something she could only think was a grotesque Halloween decoration, except for a couple things. It was breathing, and it was moving towards her.
It lunged, screeching at her, and she screamed in response, snatching up the heavy duty flashlight as it grabbed her, sinking its claws into her shoulders. She struggled and screamed her heart out, bashing it in the head with the flashlight. That seemed to stun it somewhat, and it let go. She kicked at the creature, pushing it off and making a run for the front door.
Yanking it open, she made a start to run, but then she heard Othello screech and hiss. The creature had decided Catherine was too difficult to kill, and was going to go for him instead. It was having some trouble reaching him as he backed into the corner.
“Oh no you fucking don't!” she snarled, then grabbed a lamp, ripping the cord from the outlet, and bringing it down on the creature’s head. “Get the fuck away from my cat, you motherfucker!”
She continuously brought the lamp down on the creature, which yowled in pain the entire time, even managing to slash at her calf, making her stumble, but she made sure the creature was no longer moving before she grabbed her cat, her bag, and her keys, getting in the car and speeding towards the nearest hospital. Unseen by her as she drove away, a limping silhouette climbed up onto the top of her roof, and somehow managed to take off into the night.
“So what are you trying to tell me you saw?” the police officer asked as he took notes in his little book. He looked ready to drop, and definitely looked like he didn't want to be here, taking notes from someone he clearly thought was crazy. The nurse was taking her vitals, and Othello was curled in a tight ball in her lap, unmoving due to shock. It had taken some coaxing, but they allowed it when she flat out refused help if they removed him.
If it wasn't for the pain medication going through Catherine's system now, she would've told him to shove that notebook right up his ass. It wasn't like she wanted this to happen in the first fucking place.
“Look, I told you. It was like something out of a 90's vampire movie, okay? It was uglier than balls, hairier than them too, and had big, red eyes and nasty little teeth, and it had bat wings, with opposable claws.” She gestured, gingerly, towards her wounds, which were now stitched up and bandaged. The doctor had said it was a miracle the artery hadn't been hit.
“Are you sure you didn't just see a Halloween decoration, miss? Maybe you imagined seeing this... animal attack you, and the image was impressed on your mind when the real attacker injured you?”
Catherine did her best not to roll her eyes. “Officer, with all due respect, I don't think a normal human being could rip open a woman's chest and devour most of her fucking organs! So no, I don't think it was a fucking Halloween decoration!”
The nurse glanced at the officer, who looked like a deer in the headlights now, and was having trouble finding words. He muttered something sheepishly about protocol, and she scoffed.
“Protocol would be asking me if I was on drugs or some bullshit, but I can prove that I'm not, because my work requires random tests thanks to some of the fuckwits I work with!” He bowed his head in shame, scribbling some things down as he started to tuck tail and leave the room. “You want the paperwork?” she yelled after him, ready to fight despite her sluggish state. “I got it all! It's in my house, but be careful not to trip over the fucking corpse!”
“Please, relax, Catherine,” the nurse, Daniela said, sighing softly, petting her back. “You're going to rip your stitches and hurt yourself more.” She helped Catherine lay back and adjusted her pillow. “There, take deep breaths. We won't let any more police question you until you feel better. All right?” She smiled warmly, putting a blanket over Catherine's legs.
Catherine suddenly burst into tears, clutching Othello as he huddled on her chest. “My.... She... She didn't even stand a chance!” she sobbed, taking in shaky breaths. “I couldn't do anything to help her!” She hiccuped, pressing the heel of her hand to her eye.
Daniela hushed her, rubbing her upper arm. “I'm so sorry, Catherine, I really am... But you saved your cat, didn't you? He's here with you, and that counts for something.” Catherine nodded, sniffling, taking tissues when she was offered some.
“Hey,” a gravelly voice said from the doorway, making them both jump. It was a big, older black guy, dressed in a trucker getup. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he looked down at Catherine. “You said somethin' about a big bat lookin' thing, right?”
“Please, sir,” Daniela began, “She doesn't need this right now-”
“I'm not gonna harass her, Nurse, don't worry.” He turned his attention back to Catherine. “So, that's what you saw, right?”
“Yeah, I saw it, but no one believes me.”
“I believe you,” he stated with a straight face. Catherine and Daniela felt their jaws drop. Catherine couldn't believe what she was hearing.
“You... You actually believe me?” Her head was beginning to spin from the drugs kicking in more, and her eyes grew heavier. “You're shitting me, dude...”
“No, I ain't shittin' you. I believe what you said you saw, because I've seen it too.”
That sobered her up real quick. “Wait, what?”
“Yup. I saw it, and I hit it with my truck, and I picked someone up who looked like they went through what you did, but a bit worse. She's in the room down the hall, if you wanna meet her when you're ready.” Catherine nodded, but her head was beginning to loll, and eventually sank back into the pillow.
Daniela tucked her in slightly, then nudged him out of the doorway. “You can talk to her again in the morning, when it's visiting hours,” she added sternly, closing the door.
The man nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek slightly as he glanced through the small window in the door, watching as Catherine slipped into a peaceful, albeit drug-induced sleep, her chest rising and falling slowly, but he noticed that her left hand was clutching the blanket with a white-knuckled fist.
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Questioning
This is for the anon who said they wanted more of my writing. This scene took me a long time and I hope they enjoy it. I call this section “Questioning” and it will be under a cut because it’s really long. I drew from my own experiences as a gay, bigender, polyamorous man to write this section. I drew from some of my own insecurities as well, so please do not hate on me. Also, there is a war scene in italics, so if you want to skip past that part, you can and also some gay slurs. But enough rambling and let’s get on with the scene.
Each morning I wake up with her on my mind and pain in my heart. I told myself that I could not love more than one person. That was a next to impossible feat. I wanted to love Ghost so bad, but the confines of my labels were like chains. I wanted to stay very much monogamous to Vinny and I very much so knew that I was not straight. If I went against the labels I had finally settled on after years of searching, I was sure to be labeled a faker. I was sure to be scrutinized by my peers. I didn’t want to face more rejection than I had already experienced in my life. I just knew that I was going to try stick to my labels. That was the only part of society I clung onto. It was the last shred of humanity that I had left. I owed it to myself, and to Ashley, to cling onto what humanity I had left.
I was always questioning myself and it never seemed important until now. I knew for a fact that I was bigender. But lately, it felt like I was faking the whole experience. I wish I knew what I was or who I was. I thought I knew who I was, that was until I finally began to realize that I was comfortable where I was. I was comfortable as a person who was in the middle of transitioning fully. All of my experiences were now somehow being invalidated by those around me. I guess I shouldn’t let it stop me, but it did. It stopped me dead in my tracks every single fucking time.
I looked at myself in the mirror and studied my appearance. I had once been overweight for my height at one hundred and forty one pounds. Now I was mostly pure muscle and bone. My hair was dull and frizzy. My eyes showed a lifelessness that they had never before. Those hazel eyes had seen too many people die to even properly process the individual deaths. The expression on my face was emotionless. My skin was dry and cracking as it never seemed to retain the water I so desperately hoarded and put into my body. There were scars, cuts and bruises everywhere. Though, my back and arms held the highest count of scars than anywhere else on my body. They had carried water back and forth from the wells deep within the California desert. They had fought and given up in bloody battles. Yet, these scars were a reminder of those battles that I fought in.
There was once battle that had haunted my body the most though. I don’t know if I had imagined the whole battle or not, but I could picture the whole event quite clearly in my mind. I didn’t really care if my body had fought in this battle. My soul knew I had fought in this battle. It had clung onto that bit of memory like I did with the book I found in the cathedral. Like the book, my soul knew that there was a lesson to be learned from what it went through. There was a moral to the battle’s story and I knew it. I believe that my soul knew I would need the experience of that particular battle to get through the battles I was facing right now. There was some reason my subconscious pulled up that particular memory. The memory was so clear that it was if these events happened only a few hours prior.
I just thought that I would have to nurse people back to health. Even then I could not stomach what I saw. Men blown to smithereens by the blast, their guts flying and hitting a nearby woman who screams out in horror. Nurses covered in the blood of the wounded. Their once white uniforms now a dark reddish-brown. A man screams out as he looks at his blown off leg, the first time he’s noticed the pain. Another is screaming about how he can’t hear, his eardrums burst because he was so close to the blast. A man screams that he has to go back and fight, that this was his duty and he couldn’t leave others to fight without him. That he had to help his fellow man and protect the motherland. His words fell short though, the nurses were too busy caring to him. Another man screams in agony as he sees his best friend is taken away from him just before his eyes. He runs to shelter in the hospital, screaming and crying for someone to save his best friend. The nurses knew that the man’s friend had no chance. He had taken a bullet to the heart. He was gone as soon as the German pilot laid eyes on him. Another man replies in the same groan of agony as he sees his lover shot down by a Japanese pilot, who laughs as he passes overhead. His lover was pregnant, due to have twins. A little boy and girl ready to be born.
Nurses were running about the island like chickens without their heads. They were looking to help anyone that had survived the blasts. Able men waved their arms and shouted at them, drawing their attention to the injured. They moved as fast as their limbs could take them. Their nimble fingers helping to stitch close wounds and take out shrapnel. They moved faster than any strike of lightning. They knew that other people’s lives depended on how fast they could work. Nurses called for extra supplies, blood, stitches and gause. All while dodging bullets, blasts and shrapnel. They were clearly prepared for whatever happened in the field.
I, however, was not prepared for what happened to the men out in the field. People were dying and I could not just sit back anymore. That man was one of the men who died in the cold hard winter of Russia. I couldn’t bare the thought of someone having to tell his family how he died. He was digging a trench when he accidentally struck himself in the foot. This caused a new disease called tetanus to spread through his foot. He didn’t have a shot yet as the disease was still new and the shot was just being tested. He brushed off the infection and went out to fight. That was where I saw him die as I tended to another soldier as a field nurse.
I looked up into the sky and watched as bullets whizzed past my head. I watched as the man took the last step up the ladder to go over the top. I reached out to try and stop him as I had seen a cannon whizz past him. It landed just a few feet from where he was. I shot up in anticipation and tried to pull him back down. As he turned his head to look at me, a cannon ball zipped past and took his head clean off. Blood spurted in all directions as his body fell lifeless.
I stood up and picked up the body, nurses and doctors yelled at me to get back. They told me that it was not safe to leave my position. They screamed and screamed at me. Their voices were already hoarse. They had to scream over the sounds of bombs and the whir of planes. Their voices were drowned out by the sounds of bullets. The sounds of speech were lost under the sounds of ripping flesh. Words were even lost under the stench of death and smoke from the bombs. The smell of used ammunition even drowned out their words. Their words fell short though as I walked over to the headless body in a trance. The sounds of war seemed to dim as I looked at the corpse.
No longer were there the screams of terrified barrier troops. No longer were there the whir of airplanes. The stench of death had somehow escaped me. I could no longer hear the screams of men calling out for their motherland. The sounds of ripping flesh had also escaped my senses. I could no longer hear the doctors and nurses screaming at me to get back into position. The sound of bullets whizzing past had escaped my ears. The only sound that could be heard was the ringing of my own ears as I walked up next to the body.
The body was still warm as I bent down to touch the man’s hand. I looked him over and tried to locate his head, which was only a few feet away from where the body was. I smiled a bit and walked over, picking up the bloodied head. The man’s eyes were a bright baby blue and he had long black hair with dark purple streaks. He was quite handsome if you stared long enough. I’m sure he had someone-
“Hey, my love. Have you seen Andy walking around these halls by any chance? We were supposed to have that meeting you set up for us.” Vinny’s voice snapped me out of my memory and I growled lightly. Vinny took a step back in surprise, his smile fading.
“I’m not sure why you’d want to see Andy, hun. You two are in completely separate divisions and barely work together. The only reason I could think of you talking to him is to get a better ranking.” With those sentences, I realized exactly why Vinny wanted to see the all powerful Andy Biersack. I took a step back from the man I thought I knew and shook my head.
“Babe, you always knew you were just a toy, right? That you are nothing more than a way for me to get to Andy? That you are just a pawn in this big game,” Vinny took a step forward with each question and my body began to shake.
“No, you love me. Don’t you remember your dreams of me?” I shook my head wildly, hoping that this all was just another dream.
“Those were all made up, darling. I only wanted to get to Andy. With him, I could learn all of the Wild One’s secrets and give them to Master William. We will destroy you all.” I took another step back in shock and gasped.
“Vin look, I know you think that F.E.A.R is a good organization. I used to think the same as well. I was blindsided and brainwashed into thinking that they were the good guys. Look at them, they are literally for every and all religion. But they are not the good guys. All they do is destroy,” I looked at Vinny, tears forming in my eyes.
“They promised me riches beyond belief, you low life tranny faggot. All you were was dirt to me anyways. You were nothing more than a stepping stone to get to Andy,” Vinny sneered and looked at me, pure disgust filling his eyes.
“Then get out, you fucking monster! I can’t believe you just used me like that. I can’t believe you would betray the entire Wild Ones like that. Leave me the hell alone,” I snapped and looked at Vinny. His eyes were much darker than normal. He turned on his heels and walked away as I collapsed to my knees, crying.
“Ghost, what the hell are you doing here,” I asked through sniffles, wiping the tears away from my face as she moved closer to me. She smiled lightly and looked into my eyes as I looked up at her, my eyes swollen and possibly red from all the crying that I had done. She looked down and sat next to me.
“I’m here to help you stop crying. You’ve been doing this all fucking day. What happened to make such a strong man break down,” Ghost reached out a touched my hand lightly, sending a shiver down my back. I looked down and laid my head on her shoulder, craving intimacy, even in the smallest of ways.
“Vinny and I had a huge fight and now we’ve essentially broken up. He was truly the one I loved whole heartedly. I had this guard up and I let it down, just for him. He saw me in a state that no one else saw me in. Vinny just ended up using me to get to Andy’s knowledge. He just wanted to get higher up…,” I trailed off and looked up at her.
“Vinny loves you…he’s just sorta…ignorant…he doesn’t know how to treat someone in a relationship. He’s more worried about what to do that is is actually doing anything and by doing that you ruin the whole relationship. He’ll come back; just give him time to cool down. He’s Italian; they have the one of the most fiery damn tempers I know…,” Her eyes went big as she gestured wildly. “Like Chris…the man is basically a giant fucking teddy bear…but woooo he gets mad…that’s like…teddy bear with volcano head and it explodes and…just hide…”
“I guess that makes a little sense since Vinny is part dragon. But I feel as though I can’t make him happy. You know…sexually. I’ve never really achieved that famed orgasm by myself and no one wants me to lose my sight. But I’ve been doing some research. The books say that there were some oracles who had lost their virginity and still kept their sight. Plus, I haven’t used my sight in years. It’s obsolete now that we can see the “future” pretty easily now that we have the plans for what F.E.A.R will be up to,” I looked down at my hands and shook my head. “But that’s not what I mean. Ghosty, Vinny joined F.E.A.R and he’s planning on using Andy to get secrets to give to William, the voice of F.E.A.R. He betrayed our trusts.”
“Come on, you’ll reach once one day. Maybe even with me. I haven’t really gotten my downstairs area taken care of. That has been put off until we make the world a better place. But I could always teach you a few things about your little growth and how to please yourself and Vinny,” Ghost winked and I smiled, knowing exactly what she was talking about, forgetting about the bombshell I dropped on Ghost almost immediately.
“You’re horny, aren’t you?” Ghost tried holding back her smile as I beamed at her. She smiled and pushed me back lightly before she crawled over me.
“I am very, very horny and I am willing to help you out any way that I can,” She purred, the words dripping off her lips seductively.
“You know, I have grown more sexually attracted to you lately and I kept wondering how that could be since I was gay and you’re clearly a woman. Maybe my sexuality is more fluid than I thought,” I kept smiling and Ghost giggled a bit. She swayed her hips lightly as she went down to kiss my neck.
Her lips moved expertly to find an area on my neck that elicited a response. I moaned as soon as she found it. I felt her smile against my neck. She went in and kissed the area wetly. She moved her tongue and kept attacking this spot on my neck. I moaned loudly as she sucked on where her tongue previously was. Her hands moved down my body and rested on where my hips would be, if I had any. She smiled as she came up and kissed my cheek. A blushed raised and reddened my cheeks.
“I tend to have that effect on people, babe,” She smiled and rubbed her hands up my sides slowly. I smiled and blushed even more, all of the sensations were new to me.
“What was that that you just did to me? I loved it,” I smiled and looked up at Ghost happily. She smiled coyly and giggled lightly as she pressed her body against mine.
“I just gave you a hickey, hun. Now stop talking, you’re ruining the mood.” Ghost pressed a kiss to my lips and I kissed back. This was one thing I knew how to do. I moaned a bit before pushing her off.
“This feels wrong on so many levels. I love Vinny with all of my heart. He’s the one I was meant to be with,” I stated with the tone of what you would use to state a fact.
“Of course, but I told you and I’ll tell you again, you ever gotta talk; especially about the trans world; call me. I’m just right down that hallway, in the women’s quarters. Though, I’m sure no one will let you in. Tell me to get my ass here and we’ll talk. I do understand a lot of what you’re going through Max. Trust me; we’re in a world where being trans is treated like a disease, a viral infection. Something that should be killed. We’re the ones that are truly different, and we’re the ones who get hurt the most. There’s nothing more we know about than being broken hearted or lonely or hurt so badly it took every last breath for us to get back up and keep going each day. We are the truthfully the strongest of the strong,” Ghost giggled and smiled at me.
“I guess I have to leave the couple’s quarters now that I’m down a significant other,” I sighed and looked at the wall across from me. I felt Ghost place her fingertips on the back of my hand, shockwaves moving through my hands.
“What’s the matter, love?” Her brows furrowed in concentration. She was trying to read my now emotionless face. I stared straight ahead and tried not to cry once again.
“You did hear me tell you about Vinny, right?” I turned my head towards her soft face and she nodded lightly, tears forming in her eyes.
“I knew one day he’d betray us all. Dragons only want what’s best for them. They’re selfish that way. I wish I could have saved you from all this mess, but I couldn’t. I do know that I will stay in here with you until you feel safe again,” Ghost wrapped an arm around me and I melted into her almost immediately.
She was the perfect person to cuddle with. Ghost had these special arms that were like a new form of magic. They weren’t muscular, but they weren’t chubby either. Her arms were a perfect mix between both. Ghost’s arms held so much pent up love that her magic arms made you feel like you were her only love in the world. Her arms were very warm and comforting. It was like being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket on a cold winter day with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands.
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