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A/N – There is Alastor slander in this. He’s an amazing character so far, and I know some people love him, but he’s literally evil. Also, I messed up the timeline again 🤦‍♀️ I completely forgot that there's 5 months between the first extermination and when Lucifer comes to the hotel. But I have a plan to kinda fix it.. Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 5

Radio Bitch

The next morning found Lucifer and Caelwen in the fallen angel’s workshop. He had decided last night, as they gathered every book and scroll that mentioned bindrunes, that they’d be more comfortable in there and could have lunch brought to them. So they wouldn’t have to stop working through the spell, of course! Definitely not because he wanted to invite her into one of his most personal spaces and show her the ducks he was so passionate about! Absolutely nothing like that. Nope.

Caelwen had been taken aback at the sheer number of rubber ducks that greeted her when Lucifer opened the door. She might not have been tall, but some of the piles had to have been almost twice her height! Unfortunately, Lucifer took her look of shock as a negative and let his anxiety override his mouth. He spent the next 10 minutes darting around the room, grabbing random ducks and shoving them into the Nephilim’s arms while explaining what each one did.

“-and this one has a knife inside, for self-defense. This one can be warm or cold to help if you’re sick! Oh and-“

Caelwen had sat the pile of ducks in her arms down before grabbing Lucifer by the shoulders. She leveled him with a gentle stare then pulled away once she was sure he wouldn’t dart off again. *They’re lovely, Lucifer. Truthfully, I’m amazed by how many there are and all that they can do. And one day maybe we can organize them properly and you can tell me about every last one. For now, though, how about we sit down and see if we can’t finish this spell?*

Her genuine smile and kind words eased Lucifer’s racing mind and brought him mostly back from his spiral into a mental breakdown. He loved this room but, apparently, his depression and loneliness were tied rather closely to it. Lucifer grabbed Caelwen’s hands from his shoulders and returned her smile, leading her to the couch near the workshop door. They sat down next to each other, thighs grazing just slightly, as Lucifer snapped his fingers and made their books appear. Caelwen picked up the notebook she had been writing in last night and flipped to her page where they were putting together runes to make their own bindrune that, with Lucifer’s magic, should cancel out the one Adam used.

The next few hours were spent with the two leaning on each other, Lucifer reading from books or scrolls while Caelwen jotted down anything important to what they needed. Soon the page she was working on was full of various runes and notes about how they worked or what they would mean when placed with another rune. The Nephilim tapped Lucifer’s knee and showed him what she had so far. *I think we might have everything here. It doesn’t seem like it needs to be intricate as long as the right intentions are behind it.*

The fallen angel took in the messy scribbles on the page, making out the different runes that were underlined and what they were for, before his attention drifted to green eyes staring at him. The woman looked so hopeful and eager, excitement pouring off of her as she grinned. For a moment, Lucifer took all of her in; from her bright eyes and messy hair slipping from the bun on top of her head, to the faint dimple on the left side of her face and the way her nose scrunched just slightly. Only a week with this woman and he was falling rapidly.

Caelwen had noticed Lucifer’s lack of response and his staring, taking a moment herself to admire the man in front of her and wonder how she had gotten so lucky to earn his attention. His hair was pushed back like normal with just a few pieces falling across his forehead, his smile was small but oh so welcoming, and his yellow and red eyes were soft and warm. They had both started leaning closer towards the other, like magnets pulling each other in.

Suddenly a song played from Lucifer’s pocket, startling the two and sending Lucifer to the floor in surprise.

He fumbled in his pockets for his phone, mentally cursing the offensive device for ruining whatever was about to happen. Once out of his pocket, Lucifer looked to see who dared call him before freezing when he saw the name – Charlie.

“Daughter? Daughter! Daughter calling?!” He panicked, jumping up and beginning to pace. “Oh! Um-uh ‘Hello Charlie’ ‘Hey Char-Char’ No! No, that’s not good. This has to be perfect.” Lucifer paused before finally clicking to answer the phone. “Hey Bitch!”

Caelwen rolled her eyes and chuckled silently. This all-powerful angel was so awkward it was adorable. The Nephilim sat through the phone call watching Lucifer as he paced around the workshop. His nervousness was cute but also concerning; was his relationship with Charlie always this strained? Poor things. Charlie had seemed like such a sweet girl, she hoped they’d be able to mend their bond, they both deserved to know how wonderful the other was.

~Ding~

A quiet chime pulled Caelwen from her thoughts and to her own phone to see a couple messages from Nia.

Nia: Hey boss, not a huge deal or like an issue, but could you maybe check in at that hotel place? Rocco says the radio demon there is making shit difficult. And apparently, one of the other demons is sort of psycho? Not sure about that part, but probably worth looking into?

Nia: If you’re busy, though, I can totally do it. Just not till tomorrow. Maybe. Depends on this bitch Velvette and how many more times she barges in here looking for you.

“I’ll be there in an hour!” Lucifer hung up the phone, excited and feeling lighter than air. His daughter invited him to see her project! Take that depression! He spun in a circle, excitement pumping through his veins before he spotted Caelwen still sitting on the couch looking at him and giggling silently.

*I take it that was a good phone call?*

“ Oh, uh.. yeah it was. Sorry for sort of-.. it was just, just Charlie and it was the first time she’s called me! Well since she asked me to meet with you. But this time, she invited me over! Although that does mean we’ll have to come back to the spell later… I hope that’s okay?” Lucifer was worried he might have upset Caelwen until he saw her smile at him brightly.

Caelwen waved off Lucifer’s apology before signing, *It’s no problem! I’ve waited this long, what’s one more day? Besides, I have something I need to do as well. Nia just messaged me and needs me to check in on the hounds I have at Charlie’s hotel, make sure everything is going as it should.*

The fallen angel’s shoulders slumped in relief, greatful he hadn’t upset his companion. “Thank you for understanding. I promise, as soon as I get back, we will set your soul free. And then- wait did you say you need to go to the hotel too? Did something happen?!”

Lucifer was bursting with panic again - was that why Charlie had called him? Why hadn’t she sounded more urgent?!

Caelwen jumped up from the couch and walked to Lucifer, cupping his face in her hands and making him look at her. *Everything is fine. I promise. It’s just one of the demons there is making things tricky for my employees. I’m just going to make sure he remembers his place, that’s all. I’m sure Charlie is fine. Please, breathe*

Cealwen began taking deep breaths, holding eye contact with Lucifer until he followed suit. As he calmed down, the fallen angel closed his eyes and relaxed into his companions hands still holding his face.

The woman smiled softly, pulling her hands away slowly. *I need to go now though. For one, it’s probably best demons don’t see us walking around together. And secondly, I have a feeling I’ll need a moment with Charlie before you pull her away. The issue seems to be with a demon staying in the hotel that I refuse to allow around my hounds.* Caelwen’s eyes narrowed when she mentioned the issue, a frown set in, and the woman’s aura darkened briefly before she shook it off noticing Lucifer’s concerned gaze.

“Should, uh should I be worried about this demon?” Lucifer asked with an eyebrow raised slightly.

*Of course not! I can handle myself and this demon just fine and one of the hounds I have stationed at the hotel will be there.* Caelwen’s grin turned sadistic, *I dare him to try one of his tricks. His sabbatical will be much more permanent this time if he does.*

Lucifer couldn’t decide if he was concerned, intrigued, or turned on by the Nephilim in front of him; one minute she was so sweet and kind, the next she looked ready to brutally murder anyone that got in her way.

The woman checked the time on her phone, *I should get going. I’ll still be there when you arrive, but I want to handle my mess ASAP.* She waved to Lucifer before leaving the workshop and allowing her shadows to surround and transport her to the Hazbin Hotel.

Outside the hotel, Madame C was greeted by Rocco who had just finished a lap of the perimeter. One of her more mild employees, Rocco stood almost 7 feet tall with an average build, but what he lacked in muscles he more than made up for in his agility.

“Hey boss lady, Nia said you’d be by. Glad you could make it so quickly, honestly. Listen, I know we’re supposed to just power through the annoying or rough clients, but the radio demon is… well he’s not-“ Rocco cut off, a shiver running down his and Madaem C’s spines. They both turned to see the radio demon himself walking up to them, his Cheshire grin firmly in place.

“Hellooo good friends! What a lovely day it is. And how wonderful to see you again Madame C, such a shame you left before we could chat the other day. Now, what exactly brings you to our lovely hotel, dear? Looking to join our cause, perhaps?” Alastor had stopped close to Madame C and proceeded to lean in towards her face as he spoke.

Rocco made to step forward before he felt and saw his boss’s aura rise and darken more than he thought possible. Everyone at the company knew she could be scary, it was how she had earned a place as an overlord while owning no souls, but this chilled his blood and made him take a step back. Rocco even noticed Alastor’s eye twitch slightly.

Madame C’s eyes had begun to glow an eerie neon green and she tilted her head to the side, a wide evil grin rivaling Alastor’s splitting the darkness shielding the rest of her face. Alastor’s radio cane crackled to life sounding like someone switching rapidly between stations.

Suddenly, snippets of recordings could be heard with certain words standing out clearly. “You.. need to…back-UP! My… hounds are…not… FOR.. you… Al..-store. Don’t make… me…put you… in… -your place. AGAIN” Rocco was frozen in shock, he didn’t know his boss could do that.

As the two demons stared each other down, footsteps could be heard coming towards the group. Rocco looked out of the corner of his eye, afraid to fully look away from his boss should she need him, to see Princess Charlie grinning and waving at them.

“Ohmygod, hi! It’s so nice to see you again! Rocco said you might be stopping by soon. Is everything …okaayyy?” The princess trailed off, noticing the tension between Alastor and Madame C. “Uhh.. you two.. know each other, I’m guessing? Heheh…” Charlie trailed off, looking between the two demons and hell hound.

The two demons continued to hold each other’s stare until finally Alastor straightened and looked to Charlie, “Of course! Madame C and I have known each other for quite some time. We’re both very powerful Overlords as well and tend to run in similar circles due to that. She’s a lovely woman!”

Madame C schooled her features and tamed her aura, before turning to Charlie, even though only her eyes were fully visible she refused to let the radio bitch see the affect he had. Her soul hurt to put the strain on it she needed when using the amount of power she had. She grasped her hands together tightly to steady the slight shake and gave a small bow to the princess. She turned, looking to see if Rocco could translate for her, and when he nodded, her hands began to move.

“Yes. Alastor and I met when he was a young demon and tried to kill me.” Charlie and Rocco’s eyes widened, the hell hound stuttering a little, while Alastor’s twitched. “Obviously, I survived. But because of that day as well as his… later behavior, I’m afraid he is not included in the protection my hounds offer. I was called here because he has apparently been making Rocco and Echo’s jobs more difficult than need be.”

Madame C’s face stayed neutral the entire time her hell hound spoke for her, she refused to lie or let Alastor get away with anything he was attempting. She noticed Alastor’s hands clench at his cane.

“That’s… um.. I am so sorry to hear about that… I can’t kick Alastor out though, he’s our hotelier! It’s thanks to him that we’ve been able to make this place as nice as it is so quickly!” Receiving no response from the shadowed demon, Charlie clapped her hands together. “Weellll, how about we all head inside! My dad will be here any moment and when he leaves, you can come to my office and maybe we can see what we can work out? Please?”

Madame C couldn’t say no to the face Charlie gave her, the pleading eyes and hopeful smile reminded her so much of the fallen angel she had spent the last week with. She gave a sign signaling her agreement. Then signed to Rocco, *Take me somewhere secluded please, I wish to talk without the radio bitch hanging over my shoulder.*

The hell hound gave his boss a smirk before turning to Charlie, “You mind if boss lady and I head up to the second floor? We’ll keep an eye on stuff, just need to give her my reports. Kinda private business shit, ya know?” Charlie gave the two a thumbs up before jogging back into the hotel. Rocco and Madame C turned to where Alastor had been only to see him dissolve into shadows.

*Fucking creep.*

“You said it boss! Haha! C’mon, I know where we can go and talk while keeping an eye on everything.”

Together, hell hound and shadow-cloaked woman headed into the hotel and up the stairs, moving around the balcony overlooking the hotel entryway until they reached a corner. Madame C looked over the railing to see the demons in the hotel moving about to prepare for Lucifer, hanging banners and straightening furniture. A small demon ran around stabbing bugs while giggling maniacally, a cat demon with wings she recognized as an ex-Overlord was stood behind a bar drinking straight from a bottle, a snake demon slithered towards a table with a tray of cookies, and lastly a spider demon she recognized as one Valentino had contracted her hounds to protect was adjusting it’s makeup in a small mirror.

Rocco stood off to Madame C’s side, arms crossed as he eyed the demons below him. “They’re a pretty decent bunch, not too much trouble. Spider is Angel Dust, I’ve worked with him before - keeps trying to make a pass at me. The little one is Nifty, apparently Alastor owns her soul, she cleans and kinda creeps me out. Snake guy is new, Sir Pentious I think, was a spy for Vox but got found out preeetty quickly. Heh poor guy. He was able to rip a bit of Alastor’s coat at one point though so props there. Girl attached to Charlie is her girlfriend, Vaggie. I like her, she kinda reminds me of Carina, very drill sergeant vibe. And then Husker, probably the easiest one to put up with, doesn’t do much except drink. And then there’s Alastor.”

Madame C nodded as each demon was named, taking in everything Rocco told her. They continued to observe as Madame C let her thoughts travel to how she could still pay Charlie the debt she owed for connecting her and Lucifer without keeping her hounds near that radio asshole.

Charlie opened the door to the hotel and Lucifer grabbed her in a big hug. “CHAAARLIE! Oh its so good to see you!”

“Hey da-“ Charlie choked out. “It’s good to see you too, dad.” The two pulled away and the blonde girl cleared her throat. “Welcome! To the Hazbin Hotel!” she exclaimed.

Lucifer leaned down to pet a small cat before two winged goat-like demons flew to him and he pet them as well. Lucifer proceeded to take in the hotel lobby, while it wasn’t in shambles, it was far from ideal. It definitely needed some work. “Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that?!” he exclaimed when he saw the bar.

When Madame C saw Alastor appear next to the king of hell and explain that he thought it added color, she rolled her eyes. And when the radio demon put his hand on Charlie’s shoulder a few moments later to say he was happy to fulfill her bizarre requests, the puzzle pieces snapped together in her mind. Alastor was up to something and he needed the support of Charlie. Knowing the radio demon, it’d be best to ensure someone made sure Charlie was never put in a position to need Alastor’s help.

Pulling away from the edge as Lucifer and Alastor began to argue more, Madame C motioned Rocco to follow her away from the crowd and into a nearby hallway. They both looked around to ensure no one was watching them. *I still have some personal business to finish that may take a few more days. If Charlie agrees, I will take your place here when I’m done. Then I can keep a close eye on that radio jerk and keep you all away from him.*

“I appreciate that boss lady. We don’t mind every one else here. Honestly, if it weren’t for Alastor, this would be the best gig I’d ever had – minus when I’m on rotation for the main office!” Rocco chuckled while shoving his hands in his pant’s pockets.

The two spent a few more minutes catching up on everything that had happened with the hotel before a loud bang rattled the hotel. Darting towards the entrance, they saw the hotel in chaos, the front wall was littered with holes, some of the carpet was on fire and most of the demons from the hotel were running for cover.

Madame C allowed her shadows to transport her and Rocco to the main floor, appearing close to Lucifer and Charlie. The demoness turned to her hell hound, *Make sure everyone is safe please. I’ll see what I can do to start patching the wall and holding the sharks off.* Rocco gave a quick nod before darting off to start rounding up the hotel's sinners.

“It doesn’t matter how well intentioned you are, they’re always going to disappoint you!” Lucifer was smug and as much as she agreed with him to an extent, Madame C was still annoyed he’d rather rub in how awful sinners were than help keep the loan sharks from destroying his daughter’s hotel; they’d definitely have to have a chat about that later.

Nifty was trying to clean up some of the debris that kept falling when Sir Pentious grabbed her as a piece of wall came crashing to the ground and Rocco quickly swept both of them up and away to safety.

Vaggie came out and had a spear ready to protect whomever she could, but Alastor pushed her aside, “No, my dear, leave it to me. It’s time I remind everyone why I’m here.”

“Finally! Took ya long enough.” Mimzy stated from the bar.

“A reminder to all not to mess with the Radio Demon.” The radio frequency hurt Madame C’s ears. Watching Alastor make his way outside to kill the loan sharks, she rolled her eyes at his theatrics. At least he was helping in a way. The woman began to create shadow curtains to cover the holes in the walls and smother the fire around her; it wasn’t a perfect solution, but it would help until they could be repaired.

“- How come he can have faith in me but my own father can’t?” Madame C tuned back in to the conversation near her between Charlie and Lucifer. So this was where they stood, Charlie believed sinners were worth saving and helping while Lucifer thought them to be violent psychopaths.

“Dad… just.. help me.” Charlie pleaded.

Madame C looked away from the two, Lucifer had told her a little about being kicked out of Heaven and how he never wanted to lose everything he held dear again. Hearing him sing about it to Charlie nearly brought tears to her eyes. She shook it off, going to stand near everyone else in the lobby as they watched the bonding moment between father and daughter. It was so heart-warming but also broke Madame C’s heart; there was no chance she’d ever have something like this, her mother was long gone and her father was an asshole that only cared about himself.

Soon, Lucifer had left, promising Charlie a meeting with Heaven and wishing her luck. As everyone started to scatter and clean up, Madame C approached Charlie and Vaggie with Rocco at her side. “I know a lot has happened that needs your attention, but could we proceed with our meeting? I have a personal matter to get back to that can’t wait much longer.” The hell hound translated for his boss.

“Oh! Yes, of course, follow us.” Charlie and Vaggie led the two up stairs with Alastor watching from below. Before following the girls around a corner, Madame C turned to look at him and made his radio crackle as a warning, he was not welcome anywhere near this meeting.

Sitting in the office Charlie had brought them to, Madame C and Rocco wasted no time and got right to the point. “I apologize for having to do this, but I must stand by my rules. Unfortunately, the radio demon is not one that is welcome to the services I provide. Not only has he tried to kill me, but he has caused harm and even killed two of my hounds before. I understand he has a place here, though, and would never ask you to do anything you don’t wish to.”

“So then what are we supposed to do? You owe Charlie the protection because she got you that meeting with her dad.” Vaggie was defensive - even though she wasn’t fond of Alastor either, she didn’t want her girlfriend to get screwed out of anything she deserved.

“Yes, I do owe her – quite a lot more than I may ever truly be able to repay – but I do have a solution. My personal matter should be resolved in a couple days, after which I will be available to personally guard this hotel.” Charlie was confused and began to speak before Madame C began signing again. “I know what I told you before. The matter I met with Lucifer about will soon be resolved and will ensure I no longer need constant guards. Should I feel as though I need one whilst here, though, I will cover their pay.”

Charlie was shocked and then giddy, remembering what Madame C had needed to talk to Lucifer about. “You mean my dad was able to help? That’s amaaazing! “ She clapped her hands, bouncing in her seat. Vaggie stood next to her confused, looking back and forth between Charlie and the demon in front of her.

“Yes, it is amazing. I’m forever grateful. But if those conditions are acceptable, then I really must leave.” Madame C stood from her chair, holding a hand out to Charlie the shake. After settling the agreement, the demon turned towards Rocco to give him a nod before she melted into her shadows and left.

A few moments later she appeared at Lucifer’s front door, unable to go further due to protections he had in place to keep out anyone that wasn’t invited in first. After an imp let her in, the shadows around the Nephilim dropped to reveal an exhausted Caelwen. Trying to shake the tiredness clawing at her eyelids, she made her way to Lucifer’s workshop.

Caelwen entered the room and saw Lucifer on the couch with his head in his hands. She walked over to the couch and plopped down before leaning against the fallen angel. She knew he was worried about his daughter, Heaven surely wouldn’t be kind to the daughter of a fallen angel.

Lucifer lifted his head slightly and turned it to look at Caelwen, “I can’t lose her. I already lost everything I had in Heaven, Lilith left me, I can’t lose Charlie before I even get to know who she is.” His distress was evident to the woman next to him as she grabbed his face to bring him from his slouched position.

*You won’t lose her. Charlie is strong and she has an amazing support system that will help her bounce back if need be. You just need to believe in her and support her in whatever way you can.*

“You’re right, I know that, I just need to accept she’s not a little girl that I can hide away.” Lucifer gave a sad chuckle. Before Caelwen could continue to reassure him, the fallen angel straightened himself up more and snapped his fingers to summon her notebook from that morning. “We have more pressing things to tend to than my worrying! Let’s get this show rolling, I’m ready to see if we got this right.”

Caelwen knew they’d talk more about his depression and anxiety later, she wouldn’t let him continue on this self-destructive path. For now, though, they could focus on finishing the bindrune and spell they had been working towards for a week now.

So for the next two hours, Caelwen and Lucifer sketched bindrunes, making combination after combination to see if any had even a slight effect on the Nephilim. Finally, Caelwen was in the midst of making what had to be the thousandth bindrune when she felt a light tug at her chest. She paused, erased a line and the feeling went away. Added the line back and there was that tug again. She added another rune they had on the list and the tug became a pull that made her drop the pencil and rub at her chest.

Lucifer looked over at the sound of the pencil dropping and noticed Caelwen rubbing at her chest with a pained expression. He grabbed the paper she had been looking at and examined it, looking between it and Caelwen a grin growing on his face. “You did it! We’ve got the last bit we need!”

*Yeah, hurts a bit more than I’d hoped honestly. So maybe we move this party along, please?” the grimace on her face was morphing into teeth grinding together as Lucifer held the paper closer to her.

He pulled back quickly to ease her pain. “Right. Right! Of course, sorry! Let’s get everything sorted; you grab a pillow for your head and I’ll get the book with the incantation. And I’ll leave this here so you can breathe a bit.” Lucifer began to rush around the room, locking the door and rummaging until he found the book they had marked with the spell needed.

When he came back towards the couch, he noticed Caelwen had cleared some space on the floor and laid a pillow down. The woman was sitting on the floor ready to lay down but hesitated. Over 500 years had led to this moment, and she was so nervous. What if it didn’t work? What if it did but it killed her in the process? What if she had misread all of the signs from Lucifer and he kicked her out after all of this was over?

As Lucifer kneeled next to Caelwen, she looked up to him, eyes wide and scared. *Before we do this, I need to tell you something. No matter what happens, I have thoroughly enjoyed this last week. You are an amazing, wonderful man and I can never begin to repay you.* Lucifer tried to speak, but the Nephilim in front of him put a finger to his mouth. *I hope I haven’t misread the signs from you, but if I have, I’m terribly sorry for this and will accept whatever consequences come from it.*

Lucifer was confused for a split second before he felt hands pull at the lapels of his coat and soft lips met his roughly. While he was still processing the moment, Caelwen pushed him away and looked to the side unable to face seeing rejection quite yet. When the pieces finally clicked, Lucifer blinked slowly staring at the woman in front of him that still kept him held at arms length. Carefully, he reached a hand up to cup her jaw and turn her face to him looking into her eyes softly.

Lucifer pulled Caelwen in close, lips almost touching, “You didn’t misread the signs, I promise.” Their lips met again, softer and slower this time but with no less emotion. Lucifer cupped Caelwen’s jaw gently, holding her to him while her hands renewed their grip on his suit.

They parted slightly, noses touching and staring into each other’s eyes. “You are one of the most amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I hope that when you are free of this seal, you’ll stay with me? No matter what happens, I don’t know that I want to spend even a day apart.” Lucifer’s voice was like honey, and Caelwen couldn’t agree fast enough, nodding her head quickly with a brilliant smile taking over her face.

The two kissed, quicker this time, now having a new motive to finish breaking the seal. The sooner they finished this, the sooner they could go back to kissing and exploring this new level of their relationship.

Caelwen laid back on the pillow and ensured Lucifer had access to the center of her chest where the original bindrune sat. The faintest white outline was showing, the seal already reacting to its counterpart being close by. Lucifer pricked one of his fingers before beginning to draw the symbol Caelwen had made on her chest. As he was drawing the last rune, the Nephilim below him was clenching her fists at her sides and gritting her teeth. He hated to see her in pain but knew they couldn’t stop now. Grabbing the book from his kneeling position, Lucifer flipped to the marked page and began reciting the words on the paper.

Just like when Adam and Lute had done this to her all those years ago, a burning sensation enveloped Caelwen, this time it started out centered on her heart before spreading outwards. She let out a silent scream, the fire squeezing at her heart was mind numbing, black spots beginning to creep in at the edges of her vision.

Lucifer’s heart was breaking watching Caelwen struggle, he tried stroking her hair away from her face and rubbing her shoulders to soothe her slightly but it wasn’t working and he couldn’t interfere while the new magic unwound the old.

Caelwen was doing her best to not attempt to claw out her chest, she couldn’t mess up the new bindrune burning its way into her skin. Fuck, she doesn’t remember it being this bad. Slowly, after 10 minutes of agony that had felt like hours, the burning cooled and Caelwen felt like she could finally breathe. Her body ached and her head was spinning. Turning to look at Lucifer, Caelwen managed a weak smile, reaching for him when the dark spots finally claimed her vision and she passed out.

Lucifer stared down at Caelwen, her hair had come loose and was spread around her head, her face relaxed and peaceful. When she still hadn’t opened her eyes after a minute, he began to panic. He leaned down to see if she was still breathing and, after feeling her soft breaths against his face, he pulled back and tried stroking her cheek, shaking her shoulders, pinching her arm, yet nothing worked. Caelwen wouldn’t wake up.

Lucifer gathered the woman in his arms, holding her close as he leaned against the front of the couch. He kept stroking her hair, willing her eyes to open for over an hour before finally falling asleep.

A/N – So, yeah. This feels longer than any chapter so far, but this is a pretty big episode, probably my second favorite of the whole season. Also, to solve the timeline issue, it’s just gonna be Heaven being jerks about meeting with Charlie. Totally NOT a coma… maybe. We’ll see.

I wrote this all in a day, btw so if there’s issues other than the timeline, I’m sorry. I just really wanted to get this out since I won’t be writing much, if at all, until Friday

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years

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the third time's the charm {1/3}

ser harwin strong x fem!reader

twice you have tried to confess your love to ser harwin, you could only hope the third time's the charm

word count: 853 reading time: around 5 minutes warnings: mentions near-death experience part 2 part 3

1st attempt

Moving through the rushing bodies of the many knights and squires that have gathered on the ground near the tournament. The dress you had decided to wear flows just above the grassy ground that many erected their tents upon. Clutching the leather-bound book close to your chest, you tried to weave through the people without bringing too much attention to yourself. Rhaenyra asked you to bring her a certain book as she awaited the jousting to begin. The young princess's mind was hard to keep on track of at times, always needing something to stimulate her brain. As her handmaiden, it was your duty and honour to aid in her every whim and want.

As you move around you began praying a horse does not crush you or a stray swing of the sword cuts you, knowing how dangerous such a large mass of people can be. The sound of clunking armour and the horses was overpowering. Many squires run back and forth from various tents and weapon racks, just like you addressing their knight's every need. Head cast downwards and eyes trained to the ground you moved swiftly hoping to get back in one peace. Yet in this position, you could not see everything nearby, but you were able to study each blade of grass you passed. You failed to notice the cries of worry and anger, the loud neighs of a horse and its hooves bounding across the ground. Only registering something was wrong, until it was far too late to do anything about it, only being able to pray your impending death was swift and the Gods show you a sliver or mercy. But a hand reached out from the crowd, pulling your body into them and away from the charging horse. Your heart was pounding in your throat and everything sounded so far away yet so close, body shaking uncontrollably from all the adrenaline in your system.

"Are you alright, my lady?" The voice of Ser Harwin Strong filled your ears, a man you found yourself talking with often. The man was always kind to you, at times even going as far as helping obtain whatever Rhaenyra may desire at that moment. Despite trying your best to hide the clear bias you had towards the man, it was clear as day to many people. "...y-yes, thank you." came your shaky reply and small but fake smile, something he had seen right through. Though it was clear to even a blind man that you were not fine, the exact opposite instead. Your mind was still racing at a million miles an hour at what could have happened if Harwin had not been there. Would anyone care that a simple handmaiden lost her life due to a rogue horse? Would people weep for your death or simply move on. Would Rhaenyra even care or would she recruit another handmaiden before your body was even cold?

"You must keep your head up when walking around. Why are you walking around here anyhow?" His soft, but firm voice pulled you from your thoughts and back into reality. Only now did you notice how close the pair of you were, his hands trapping you close to him, keeping you both out of the way of the various other people moving around the area. The book still clutched tightly in your hands was the only barrier between both of you, something you were almost upset about. "Rhaenyra wanted this book, you know how easily she bores" At your words, you tap the top of the book against his broad chest softly and a much more natural smile appears on your face, a similar one mirroring his own face.

"I see, well it seems you need an escort. To ensure no other near-death experiences befall you." Despite rolling your eyes at his words you nod your head, wanting to spend just a few more moments with him. Linking his arm with yours Harwin leads the way, effortlessly walking through the groups of people. People seemed to even move out of the way of the large man, knowing if they did not they would simply be shoved aside. A part of you wanted to speak, to thank him once again for helping you and confessing your feelings for him. Clearly, he felt the same, why would he rush to save you if he didn't? But as a knight, it is his sworn duty to protect those who can not protect themselves. He would have saved anyone, not just you. What a foolish idea thinking it was all about you.

But it seemed just as quickly as your walk began it had ended, not leaving you enough time to make up your mind on what to do before the small trip ended. "I thank you, Ser Harwin. I doubt I would've been able to make it back without some help." You bow your head slightly, a smile on your face and a light pink dusted on your cheeks. In return, he bowed slightly to you as well, a grin on his face "It was my pleasure, my lady."

#harwin strong x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd imagines #hotd x reader #ser harwin strong x reader #harwin x reader #harwin strong imagines

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lemmilemura · 2 days

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i actually NEED and REQUIRE a reader that is self aware that they’re in a show and is only there for simon because they’re in love with him (i’m also thinking of some obsessive vibes, not like full on yandere but just obsessed)

PINE MY SAVIOUR THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME WRITE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN LIKE MONTHS <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 Little warning there is violence... If I had to say how bad..... maybe Wayne level? all directed at Jake btw Yeah this went so far off the rails :D

y'all know the drill Based on the show Al lkept gender-neutral

You were just a character in a show. You knew that. Your life was just entertainment. You weren't even one of the important ones, just an extra off to the side, barely any lines. If you looked up into the sky, the clouds formed almost a screen, some days even a face. The face of the person watching you.

You saw the world stand still when they paused the show, time rewinding and speeding when they went ahead or back. You knew you were in a show. You knew that nobody else did. You saw that door that followed you everywhere. That studio door with big, red EXIT text. You knew you could leave.

But you didn't want to. After all, you had everything you needed. You never really had to eat or sleep or even use the bathroom. You knew exactly how it all went, becuase it did so over and over and over. You knew your cues, you knew what everyone would say and when.

Then again, there were of course bad parts. The constant repitition of events and days, the never changing people and conversations... The continuously reoccuring death of the guy you were in love with. You loved him, eventhough you weren't supposed to. You read it in the script- which appeared one morning on your nightstand- nowhere was even a single mention of your feelings for him. Yet they still existed.

You didn't know when they appered, you just noticed they did one day. There was no explanation either. Maybe it was because he looked good, which he did. Maybe it was because of the way he behaved, so different than all the other guys. Maybe it was something more, maybe it was everything.

You saw it every time. You had to, it was in the script, the law almlost. Every restart you find yourself in the library at the same time as their detention, every restart you see the school being egged, the teacher leaving, and him dying. You on the upper floor, putting books away as part of your volunteer librarion position. You could recite it all word for word, you knew the timing perfectly. When the first egg hits the window, when Ms.avery leaves and when he takes a drink and when he collapses and when it's too late.

You started hating your time-loop. You started hating your show. Why were you cursed to know? To be aware? To relive this all over and over. You knew who was behind it. You knew why and how. You could stop it, you were convinced. If you told him not to do it, if you changed one single thing. You weren't supposed to. You didn't know what would happen if you did. Anything could. That, was infinitely scarier than the loop itself. You tried so hard to stay out of it, to fulfil your role until the end. When would that be? You had no idea. Maybe there was no end. Maybe this was purgatory. Eternal damnation and suffering for whatever sins you may have previously committed.

You had started counting the reruns once, but you gave up after 5. You felt as if that was over a century ago. Truly, you were slowly going mad. You just wanted it to end, to finally be able to do what you wanted to do. You wanted change. After countless nights awake you decided.

So you stepped out of line. You went off-script.

The next restart you followed along, until a few minutes before the end of classes, a few minutes until they were supposed to meet to start their dare. Such a stupid thing to die for. A dare. He seemed so much smarter than to ever fall for that. But maybe your version of him was just better in that sense. You waited outside his class. How they let you in this morning is beyond you. How they didn't notice the baseball bat was hilarious, if not a little pathetic. Worrying even.

Your own teacher didn't even notice you leave class early, neither did anyone else. It's as if you weren't even there. But the watcher noticed. They rewind. Let it play. Pause. Rewind again. Pause. They're looking at you, you know it. You could see the camera behind you reflected in the glass of the classroom window. First change.

When the bell finally rang you could see him inside, packing up and genuinely being deuchey as always. You felt as if you would hate him regardless of murder. He was just the kind of guy everyone hated, except the other characters around him.

When he finally started his way to the door, you got ready. Bat laying over your shoulder, foot tapping the floor. You were impatient, insanely so. You just wanted to see what would happen. Sure you could always have just gone through the door, but now you wanted to go out and make a change. Go out with a bang, as they say.

You line up. He exits. You swing. He stood no chance. Crashing against the wall through the force of the bat, you could hear a crunch, a grump, and a thump as he fell to the floor. Good, it only took one hit. Not to say you weren't ready to dish out as many as needed to get the job done.

Everything paused. You got to revel in the looks of your peers, their shocked faces and phones out, the ones caught mid scream, the ones that are somehow already crying. You turned around to face the camera and bowed, a thank you to the watcher for allowing you this moment and watching.

They rewinded it countless times. You got to relive it countless times. Every time you swung a little differently. Once aiming for his chest, once his crotch, so on and so forth.

You were lost, truly. Maybe you had gone mad. Surely you weren't supposed to enjoy this. Surely.

Suddenly, the repitition stopped, everyone once again frozen, and you finally stopped to catch your breath. Turns out swinging a baseball bat full force 10 times over is quite the feat. When you turned to the camera, you didn't see it. Even after spinning for a bit you still didn't. Everything went a little dark. You heard footsteps. Someone else's footsteps.

You turned and saw...

"You're really gonna keep doing that forever?"

He was stood at the end of the hallway, and it made you realize everyone besides you, him and Jake's body were gone.

"I mean" you managed between pants "I've kept this all up for so long. Atleast this is something different."

He stepped closer, until he was on the other side of you. He looked the body over. "You really did a number on 'em."

"Good as I could. Aiming with this thing is surprisingly difficult." You spun the bat around in your hand before resting it on your shoulder again.

"You know what's gonna happen now?" he asked. You just shook your head. You truly didn't know.

"I've got no clue. Hope it's interesting atleast." You sat against the wall, laying the bat on the floor.

"You're surprisingly calm right now. You're not freaked out?" He sat down too, both of you waiting for whatever would happen next.

"We're literally only characters in a show. You being self aware is nothing compared to that." Through your mania it hadn't even truly set in. "Now that you meantion it though, how'd it happen?"

"I think it's because I'm one of the narrators. Or maybe because I died." You were neither of those, so your hopes of finding out why you were self aware died. "Jake died too and he's still a dumbass." you replied, making him chuckle.

"Guess he's just too stupid." "Maybe..."

You sat in silence for a while, small amounts of dread starting to settle in. You truly were scared of the consequences, yet in the moment you couldn't stop.

"I made you self aware, by the way." He admitted. "Being the only one was starting to get lonely."

Maybe that was why you liked him. Why you 'saved' him. Why you just beat Jake to death multiple times.

"I did think you'd step out of line sooner."

"Yeah sorry... I was just scared of what would happen. Still am."

"Me too."

And as the world around you faded more and more, turning into darkness, you sat there thinking of it all. The years of the same loop. The repeating converstaions and days. Your entire life.

You regretted going off-script.

Once again thank you so much pine for the idea!!! I just wrote 1431 words IN ONE SITTING. WHAT THE FUCK. I hope you all enjoyed this, it definitely went so far off the rails xD

~Taglist~ @pine-ferret

#one of us is lying #oouil #oouil tv show #simon kelleher #oneshot #x reader

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relicsongmel · 25 days

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Tell me the Pokémon music thoughts??? :000

TWO whole Pokemon music asks WOOHOO!!!!! These past few days I’ve been on a kick of listening to Scarlet and Violet’s OST and downloading my faves (since I wanted to wait until the DLC had been released and then play through it fully before doing so) and it might be one of my favorite soundtracks to date. That being said here are the tracks I’m currently the most feral about:

Battle! (Team Star Boss)

The loop for this one is almost SIX MINUTES LONG which is a smart choice for how long and difficult some of these fights tend to be—and it’s six minutes of pure unadulterated musical goodness. Obviously the killer synths and guitars are a highlight here, but what really makes this theme (and the rest of the Team Star themes) special is how the harsh instrumentation is contrasted with sections containing emotional melodies and harmonies that give a sense of determination and hope—which fits in with Team Star’s storyline as former victims of bullying and doing their best to persevere in spite of that. All their themes are also composed by one of their bosses in-universe which is a fun lore detail (shoutout to my boy Giacomo I love him <3)

South Province

This one basically functions as the theme of the Paldea Region—this leitmotif (composed by our beloved Toby Fox) appears a LOT in various places within the soundtrack, particularly in cutscenes. It’s a great theme for exploring out and about in the game’s open world, and the sunny A major is a great key choice which is always a win in my book. I’m also a big fan of the piano version that plays while you’re walking in the overworld (as opposed to using your mount Koraidon/Miraidon) as well as the beautiful arrangement used at the end of the main story (if I had a nickel for every time a piano theme at the end of a Pokemon game made me cry I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice).

Showdown! (Champion Kieran)

I haven’t had a lot of time to get myself acquainted with much of the DLC soundtrack, but I wanted to include at least one in this list because there’s a lot of quality stuff worth shouting out. This is the last of Kieran’s three battle themes (technically there’s four but the final one isn’t a full battle and is mostly comprised of Terapagos’ motif as opposed to his own so I’m omitting it here) and there’s an interesting transformation that happens across each of them—it starts out mostly with traditional instrumentation and only mild chromaticism (which almost all battle themes have at least a little of) but transforms into something harsher by adding electric guitars/synths and more dissonant, darker harmonies (this one makes heavy use of Phrygian and Locrian elements—Phrygian is a mode that’s very similar to the minor scale but uses a flat 2nd scale degree, so for a piece in E minor like this one that would mean using an F natural as opposed to an F#. Locrian is the same as Phrygian but with a flat 5 added as well, meaning B♭ as opposed to B natural. These flat notes serve to darken the overall sound), which corresponds to Kieran’s arc of becoming bitter and resentful as he suffers repeated losses at the hands of the player. I’m also tickled by the fact that his battle themes are all in E minor which is the softest and gentlest minor to my ears—you can hide under those edgy guitars all you want Kieran but we all know you’re still baby :3

Area Zero

And we’ve saved the best for last because this is hands down my FAVORITE theme from this game; it’s not even a contest. I have such a vivid memory of playing through Scarlet for the first time a year ago and being incredibly intrigued about what was hiding in the massive crater at the region’s center (I tried flying/leaping in with Koraidon and lurking outside the Zero Gate yelling “LET ME INNNN” more times than I can count lmao)—and I was not at all disappointed when I got there because this is straight up one of the prettiest areas in the whole game. However. HOWEVER. NOTHING could have possibly prepared me for the breathtakingly beautiful music that accompanies this place—I remember stopping in my tracks as soon as I heard that low brass kick in, and then the chanting. Oh my lord the CHANTING. Honestly I was sold right then and there but WE’RE STILL NOT DONE MAKING THE MUSIC OF THE GODS BECAUSE SWEET MOTHER MARY THAT SYNTH????? TOOK ME THE FUCK OUT—I lose my everliving shit at anything even resembling an erhu in music because its voice-like timbre is so…raw and emotional in a way I really don’t know how to describe; all I know is it rocks me to my core to the point that I have to watch my breathing when I listen to a piece that has one lest I start hyperventilating (because it’s powerful enough to literally induce a physiological response out of me). Needless to say I was frozen in place for at LEAST ten minutes just to take it all in; that initial experience was utterly magical and I wish more than anything I could go back in time to live that feeling again.

But that very long preface aside, there are a couple other things about this piece worth noting—the first being that E♭ minor is an IMMACULATE key choice in my opinion. In my synesthesia it primarily represents what I call “the crushing black weight of despair,” but it also functions very nicely in any intense, high-stakes situation, which fits beautifully with the circumstances surrounding Area Zero in-game. It’s a walled garden filled with invasive wildlife from the distant past/future that poses an imminent threat to Paldea’s ecosystem should they find a means of escaping to the outside; in fact, we learn from the professor that some species have already managed to do so. I also quite like how the instrumentation is vastly different from every other piece of music you’ll hear in Paldea’s overworld, which has primarily been orchestral arrangements up to this point—but here, it’s a blend of primal and futuristic sounds that perfectly captures the collision of the present and the past/future. So yeah if you couldn’t tell I am so so so so unhinged about everything this theme represents and I fully expect to be just as mentally unwell about it YEARS down the line (because believe me, I’ve certainly got the track record for it).

Scarlet and Violet’s music is just so so good—and again, obligatory “this is just the tip of the iceberg that is everything I love about this soundtrack” but I hope you enjoyed my insights into what makes this music so special!

#ask #reaperofthebayleaves #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #team star giacomo #kieran #music nerd shit #musical analysis #about me #i like scarlet and violet a normal amount #i like it so much that i literally made a whole au where denise and her mom move to paldea instead of unova #AND I ALMOST LIKE IT MORE THAN MY CANON TIMELINE. dena and arven's relationship is particular is REALLY fun to write #they bounce off each other SO well. i can't wait to replay scarlet and use her team it's gonna be SO MUCH FUN #but anyway!!!! THANK YOU for indulging my hyperfixations dearest friend i love you!!!!! <3 #forest for the tree

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The Ressurection of Love: Chapter Four (Spencer Reid x Original Female Character)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Original Female Character

Themes: Mention of therapy! Mention of trauma but not much Warnings: Alcohol is consumed. Apart from that no other warnings

A/N: Hey, so this chapters a longer one, but my creative juices are finally flowing properly so that a good thing really. please leave a comment if you enjoy and remember i do post this fic on AO3 too if you prefer that format! it's all under the same name on there! Enjoy! Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5 - - - - - - - - - 9:50am Dr Daniel Whiting: Video call in ten minutes.

The text was always the same and never a minute late. These factors made Spencer often wondered if it was an automatic text.

9:52am Reid:Okay

Texting a quick reply, Spencer got out of bed, swapping out his baggy T-shirt and sweatpants for his usual work pants, shirt and cardigan. He was just about to throw on his tie when he remembered he was off duty and quickly discarded it.

The coffee maker had just finished it loud rumbling when the beeping started on Spencer's laptop. Reaching for it he placed the wretched device on his kitchen counter and pressed enter, accepting the call.

"One of these days you'll answer the call with a happier expression Dr Reid." Dr Whiting said, his face appearing on the screen.

Dr Whiting was around 60, with thick black rimmed glasses and pure white hair combed into a neat almost Grease Lightning style. Although he gave off a very strict aura; Spencer had learned in his 4 year of him being his therapist that the old man did enjoy a joke.

Spencer has thought several times over the years that if they weren't therapist and patient, theys of made good friends.

"I'm sorry, Dr Whiting. I just don't like this stupid computer" Spencer replied, remembering the day he was given the devil contraption.

"I'm aware. This is how we start every session Spencer. But we can tackle your supposed technophobia another day. How are you?" Dr whiting continued, a small smile sitting on his wrinkled lips.

"I'm alright." Spencer replied automatically then cursed under his breath as Dr Whiting wrote something down.

"Strike one to me Dr Reid" Whiting continued, looking expectantly through the screen.

"I am okay. Its been 2 months since my last serious panic attack and i am 4 years and 237 days still sober." Spencer corrected, scolding himself for forgetting how he's meant to answer as he poured himself a coffee.

When Spencer has first started therapy, he'd been in a mess. Struggling with the craving to relapse along with the crushing grief over the loss of his girlfriend Maeve, Aaron had put him on leave with strict instructions to go to Dr Whiting. After a few weeks of therapy, Whiting had implemented this routine. During their sessions, he'd ask Spencer how he was. Spencer was then to reply with how long he had been sober and how long since his last mental health dip as a way to remind him how far he'd come. For the most part it worked, even if he tended to forget the routine.

"Good to hear. Now, anything to report?"

Spencer nodded, placing his mug down and reaching for his notebook.

"I have a new teammate, her names Alyssa" Spencer said, reading the first part of the note he'd left for himself. Dr Whiting knew Spencer didn't need the notebook to remember, but he'd insisted writing things down were good for his mental wellbeing as well as his memory.

"I see, and why do you think you need to bring this up today?" Whiting asked, scribbling something down.

"Two reasons actually. Reason one is she is also my new neighbour. So I wanted to run past you the home/work life dynamic that may affect. The second thing is actually something she said" Spencer replied, shutting the book in his hand and replacing it with his coffee.

"What was it she said?" Whiting asked matter of factly, cocking his head to one side as he listened intently.

"Well she asked me if we could meet up outside of work today if her plans fell through. I agreed but it made me realised that this is the first time I've been invited out by a team member that's not on my therapy plan"

"I see. So Emily is still your designated 'buddy'?" Dr Whiting asked, referring to the buddy system they'd put in place to help Spencer leave his apartment during his grief management.

"Yeah she is, and Derek is still my Sobriety sponsor" Spencer added, watching as his therapist seemed to ponder that information.

"And how does that make you feel Spencer? The fact they're still rather tangled in your recovery?" Dr Whiting asked finally, putting down his pen and clasping his hands together.

"I'm fine with them being there for me. Really I am. It's just when Alyssa asked me to go out with her today it made me realise that that was the first time someone who isn't part of my recovery has asked."

"And how did that realisation make you feel?"

"Like they were only asking me because they have too. As if its a chore they need to complete. Penelope and JJ will ask me to come for a drink after work, sure, but I've never had them text me on our days off asking to do anything." Spencer admitted, feeling the words slice at him. Dr Whiting picked up his pen again.

"Thank you for you honesty Spencer, because of this new development, I'll be informing your team leader that I'll be cancelling your buddy system. Derek will still be your Sponsor as that's nothing to do with me. But I can tell from these feeling that the buddy tactic has served its purpose and if carried on may actually begin to work against you." Dr Whiting said, writing rapidly as he spoke.

"May I ask how you got to that conclusion?" Spencer wondered aloud, watching the laptop screen as his therapist finished writing.

"Putting it plainly you think they're only spending time with you outside of work because I've told them too. Therefore taking away the command will help you recognise that they are spending time with you because they want to. Not because of any orders." Whiting continued, looking so directly into the camera Spencer could almost feel the eye contact.

"Do you think that will help?" Spencer asked, tightening the grip on his coffee mug.

"if we've caught these intrusive thoughts early enough, yes it should."

"And what about Alyssa?" Spencer asked, bringing the conversation back to the first topic. Dr Whiting steepled his fingers in front of his face as he thought.

"You've began to have intrusive thoughts about your friends and teammates and their motives behind spending time with you outside of work. Therefore Miss Alyssa may be your saving grace here Spencer. As she has no idea of your past, you'll be able to build a tauma free friendship with her that cannot be tainted by your thoughts" Dr Whiting said with an air of authority only therapists seem to possess.

Spencer took a moment to process this, allowing himself to take in all the variables before speaking.

"I understand. I can't assumes she's hanging out with me out of pity if she doesn't think I need to be pitied" Spencer said, watching as his therapist nodded enthusiastically on the screen.

"Exactly. Anyway, I see you're clock watching so I shall let you go. I shall text you with our next scheduled call time. And I'll be expecting a run down of you time out with Alyssa." Dr Whiting concluded, shaking his finger at the camera again as if to say 'Or else!" before abruptly ending the call.

Spencer had just placed the laptop back in its place on the table when her heard the doorbell go, the gothic ringing sounding through his apartment.

"One second!" Spencer shouted, throwing the remains of his now half drunk coffee before grabbing his keys and coat and racing towards the door.

#criminal minds fandom #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jj jareau #jennifer jareau #david rossi #jason gideon #derek morgan #penelope garcia #ao3fic

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Hi! I'm really loving your Wonwoo CEO fic right now. The drrrrama!

I was wondering - what is your process with fics like? Do you first flesh out the story from beginning to end or is it more like you have a general concept and write as you go? Also, how long does it generally take for you to write, say, a chapter? Thanks so much 💗

Hiii,

Thank you sooooo much for enjoying the series!!😫♥️🥹 it truthfully makes my entire day/night whenever I see comments like these! It makes my work feel very appreciated, so thank you♥️♥️♥️

And yesss, the drama is unfolding and it will continue🫣

To your question: (thank you so much for asking btw, I was genuinely shocked when I saw your ask bc I was like, “people care about stuff like that?” It makes me sooo happy🤭🥰🤗)

So, this is usually my process:

- idea —> general idea of what a storyline could be (e.g.: enemies to lovers with a CEO!Au)

- then, more details about the story: characters, their personalities, setting etc.

- while I think about the characters and a little bit more about the plot, specific scenes will pop into my head over the course of a few days usually, or I’ll read a book and see something I like, watch a show/movie with a scene that inspires me

- then, obviously I have to think about where I want it to begin and how I want it to end

- information on certain things is also really important to me! For amour-haine & Co. I looked at different positions in companies, their meanings, words from programming, etc. names for the companies in the series, and so on. If I write about stuff I don’t know much about (like being a CEO) I do like informing myself to get somewhat of an idea. Of course, I’ll never get it 100% right and it’s still a work of fiction, but I really like learning new stuff, so it’s not too bad to actually inform myself🤗 I’m also always very happy and thankful to receive criticism and/or tips when it comes to that. If you know about certain stuff better than me, please tell me and educate me!

- throughout the course of the entire writing process, I will come up with new ideas for seve idc scenes I want to include in the story at some point. Again, through books, tv, just my head, or even anons and moots will text me about an idea they have (always open for ideas! I love seeing what you have to say!)🤗 this process makes the story as long as it could possibly be. I never would’ve imagined for Amour-Haine & Co. to have more than 10 chapters and now I have more than enough content that I still want to include for quite a good amount of more chapters. That’s why I love not having a fixed storyline because I always find something new that I like :)

- while writing chapters I sometimes also get random ideas for lines or entire plots that I want to include, so I’ll add those too and before I know it one chapter has +7k words. It’s crazy how you don’t even realise how much you’re writing and then suddenly I’ll go, “but what I wanted to originally happen, didn’t even happen yet…” but then I’ll usually just include it in the following chapter. Chanyeol was supposed to appear around chapter 5 in my head because I never thought that I would write that much, but nope😂 he mad whiz first appearance in chapter 9

Very often I’ll also get random ideas and immediately have to write them down into my notes on my phone because I’ll forget them otherwise. That’s how I’ve been spending my free minutes at work to pass the time. Thinking and writing😂

How long does it take me to write a chapter is a difficult question to answe, because I could write one with like 4k words within 2-3 hours, but now I like having longer chapters, so they usually take me around 8-9 hours I want to say… (including deleting scenes because I hate how I wrote and rewriting them) I also used to hate having to write across multiple days because every now and then I’d forget what I wrote and I would have to re-read it and I hate that😂 but now, especially for my current series, I often do have to write across multiple days because of uni and work. So, I’ll write a bit in the evening at 10pm and then after waking up at around 8am, then get back to it at 5pm, then one day I won’t have time at all to write, so I try to write double of what I would usually write on the following day, and so on

While typing this, I realised how insane some of this sounds, but anyways, this is somewhat my process😅🤗 thank you again for asking!!♥️♥️

#ask #amour haine & co.

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wewerecore · 11 months

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The Great Pro-Wrestling Adventure Hour - 001 05/18/23 Defy TV 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM EST Filmed at the Good Time Theatre at Dorney Park in Allentown, Pennsylvania

SEGMENT ONE (NINE MINUTES):

- The program opened with a standup at the commentary booth. Sudu Upadhyay welcomed the Defy TV viewers to the inaugural episode of The Great Pro-Wrestling Adventure Hour and introduced his broadcast colleague "The Living Legend" Larry Zbyszko. Zbyszko told viewers it's opening week at Dorney Park, the best amusement park this side of Larryland.

- An opening video intro of CORE highlights aired set to "Black Swan Lake" by Janko Nilovic.

Titus Alexander vs. Prince Ahmed Titus Alexander defeated Prince Ahmed with the Chaos Theory. (3:55)

- A video aired which showed an older gentleman in a dark blue denim jacket over a flannel shirt and matching dark denim jeans as he fed ducks from a metal pail along the banks of Harveys Lake. The gentleman spoke of how great pro-wrestling has been to his family, how blessed he is to have this beautiful ranch right outside of Dallas, Pennsylvania. The man introduced himself as Franz Von Trier, the patriarch of the Von Trier family. Franz said that he and his sons have been so fortunate to have the support of the entire Back Mountain area as they packed the Anderson Sports and Health Center at Misericordia University in downtown Dallas, Pennsylvania every week for the last twenty years. As the camera zoomed in on a lovely ranch home over his shoulder, Franz said these next few weeks he'll be introducing his boys, his wife Dottie, and the entire Von Trier family to the fans of COal REgion Pro-Wrestling.

SEGMENT TWO (SEVEN MINUTES):

Giant Baba Yaga (with UltraMantis Black) vs. Portia Giant Baba Yaga defeated Portia with the Russian Leg Sweep. (4:11)

- A video aired which opened with a wrestling mat being rolled out over a gymnasium floor. The video highlighted three wrestlers as they put their amateur skills on display against opponents. As the video progressed, the wrestlers began to include elements of the professional wrestling style into their offense and really punish their overmatched opponents. The wrestlers then introduced themselves. Shaw Mason, graduate of the John Carroll University wrestling team and professional wrestler. Hunter Holdcraft, former member of the Augustana College wrestling team and professional wrestler. Timothy Bosby, 2022 Tennessee All-State wrestler, current Memphis Wrestling Internet Champion, and professional wrestler. The video closed with the text - folkstyle. Coming Soon.

SEGMENT THREE (NINE MINUTES):

- A video package aired recapping the emergence of Kerry Morton and his faction. The video opened with Kerry Morton covertly swapping his early entrant number in the Coal Region Rumble with his father Ricky Morton’s later number. Then we saw Kerry Morton menacing then CORE matchmaker Sad Badd at the Bloomsburg Fair about young talent not being booked. Next was a clip of Kerry Morton, Nick Wayne, Starboy Charlie, Marcus Mathers, Brogan Finlay, Billie Starkz, and Kenzie Paige attacking Christopher Daniels and Ultimo Dragon after their Senior Division match. Highlights of their 5-on-5 elimination match at Thanksgiving Tussle ’22 aired next. A clip from Co-Op Weekend where the group attacked and bloodied Sheepherder Luke and Mike Jackson aired in black-and-white.

- After the conclusion of the video package, Prince Nana appeared on screen for the first edition of his new interview show, The Throne Room. Nana welcomed his guests, Starboy Charlie, Marcus Mathers, and Brogan Finlay, to the set. The three detailed their frustrations with trying to push wrestling forward when promoters and fans always looked to the past. They discussed their issues with CORE creating an entire division solely to prolong the careers of the already over the hill wrestlers. They touched on the negative effects of putting microphones in front of sad, geriatric retreads that belittle and criticize young talent. Prince Nana mentioned that all great factions in wrestling need a name, legendary groups like The Embassy or The Mogul Embassy all had iconic names, Nana wanted to know what their name was. The three admitted they hadn’t yet settled on a name, that they had been more focused on action than messaging, but now that they have established themselves and buried the fossils, they are open to suggestions. Prince Nana encouraged the fools at home to write in with their suggestions and a P.O. Box flashed on the screen.

SEGMENT FOUR (SEVEN MINUTES):

Billie Starkz and Kylie Paige vs. Zayda Steel and Adena Steele Billie Starkz and Kylie Paige defeated Zayda Steel and Adena Steele with the Tombstone from Starkz on Steele. (4:36)

- After the match we are sent to the CORE news desk for the Coal Region Roundup hosted by Daphne Oz. Daphne Oz announced an upcoming CORE live event called The Panic In Pillow Park to be held on June 10th at Pillow Park in Pillow, Pennsylvania. Daphne said the main event has already been signed as Titus Alexander, who we saw earlier in the show, will be taking on Kerry Morton. The show will also see the debut of the folkstyle faction of Shaw Mason, Hunter Holdcraft, and Tim Bosby in a six-man tag match. Oz next confirmed reports that CM Punk had been present at the recent CORE tapings at Dorney Park to visit friends. Daphne Oz moved on to rumors that Ari Daivari's TrustBusters organization were looking to form a reserve team on the independent circuit, and said that the CORE booking office had recently received a video from the TrustBusters that addressed this topic.

- A video aired which showed TrustBusters member and butler JeeVeS K as he finished fluffing the pillows on an immaculately made California king bed inside a lavish master bedroom. JeeVeS K said that at the behest of Ari Daivari, he is preparing these "barracks" for the TrustBusters Reserve, an elite group of independent professional wrestlers that will be standing by should the TrustBusters need to bolster their manpower as they continue to grow and expand. JeeVeS K said that the first group will be arriving momentarily, and after a month of intense training in the finest facilities in the world, the TrustBusters Reserve will make their debut in CORE this summer.

SEGMENT FIVE (EIGHT MINUTES)

Something/Nothing: (Jake Something and Vincent Nothing) with UltraMantis Black vs. Trace Parker and Tom Mitchell Something/Nothing defeated Trace Parker and Tom Mitchell with the Sitout Powerbomb from Something on Mitchell (5:13)

- During an instant replay of the match, Larry Zbyszko asked the audience to indulge him for a minute and called for the camera to cut to the announce desk. Zbyszko talked about the not so veiled shot Starboy Charlie, Marcus Mathers, and Brogan Finlay took at him. Zbyszko warned Finlay that his father in his prime couldn’t beat Zbyszko, and that Brogan is literally half the man his father was. Zbyszko said he had a suggestion for a name for the faction, how about The Born Losers?

SEGMENT SIX (FOUR MINUTES):

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- A brief interview with Raychell Rose and Queen Aminata aired where they announced their Defy TV debut next week on The Great Pro-Wrestling Adventure Hour.

- Sudu Upadhyay signed off until next week.

Upcoming Shows:

CORE Pro #116 The Panic In Pillow Park 06/10/23 Pillow Park - Pillow, Pennsylvania 01. Titus Alexander vs. Kerry Morton The debut of folkstyle (Shaw Mason, Tim Bosby, and Hunter Holdcraft) and much more!

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Nash Cup 2022 : Day TWO

Matches tonight rivaled the level of NASH Cup finals. The play was intense, and it was filled with upsets. By early evening London Squash was full and the crowd was loving every minute.

Those who lost tonight took home $483.31 USD and 51 points. For men, an average of 51 points would rank you number 109 in the world. For women it would be number 90.

From here forward those who lose are likely to still be happy with the outcome, but those who depart from the draw now are unlikely to have enhanced their ranking. Such is the risk of a sport where tournaments are single elimination.

You only need to be “off” for one match. Of 16 matches on the nightery 5 would be considered “upsets” based on the current rankings.

This was the last night of running things on two courts. As of tomorrow the live stream will come from court 2 and all matches will be run on the hours. This also means that half of our referees will be leaving. A huge thank you to Bob Mansbridge and David Howard who made the trip to London Ontario to make sure we have the best officiating possible. David Fishburn and Steve Flude will be staying for the next 3 nights and seeing us through to the final. Thanks again to Rael Wienburg for the photos…..now….onto the matches.

Wednesday Match Summary

Wednesday’s Matches:

Court 1 3pm Yannik Omlor (GER; 100) vs Nathan Lake (ENG; 38)

Nathan Lake returns to the NASH Cup for the first time since 2017. This was his first tournament as a junior in 2010 and it’s great to see him return as the top seed. Despite opening with the top seeds London Squash is reasonable quiet at 3pm. A crowd of about 20 is here. It will have doubled by 4pm and again by 5pm. Yannik Omlor is in his first NASH Cup and meets Nathan after beating his countrymen Valenten Rapp in the opening round.

Knowing both players games this was going to be a hard fought match. Yannik is young, but long rallies may play to Nathan’s advantage and that appears to be the approach he’s using. Drive deep and wit for the opportunity. Great winners on both sides and it’s 5.5. Nathan figured something out and starts pulling in the points. First game ends 11-6 Lake.

The opening rally is one of the longest of the night and eventually goes to Nathan for a 1-0 lead. The German team is deep this year, and they are cheering Yannik on. The score goes back and forth and Yannik fights from 6-8 to 8-8. A tight side wall nick puts the game to 9-8 Yannik. Yannik takes game 2. We’re 1-1.

Nathan has taken it up a gear in game 3 perhaps a bit shocked to be tied. He jumps to a 5-1 lead and Yannik is making a few errors. A quick tin and we’re 6-1. Nathan has patience and is allowing Yannik the chance to make an error…and it’s working. 9-1. The German team may be having a big strategy session between games. Yannik drops one like a stone and picks up a second point. 11-3 Nathan. Lake is up 2-1.

This is a classic squash match against two players with similar styles. They started game 4 with a lot of power and that ball is now hot. Opening rally of over 40 shots ends with an easy drop from Nathan to go up 1-0. A sudden change of pace and height draws Yannik to hit out of court. 2-0. One upset is now in the books with the top ladies seed out. Yannik would love to make it two, but Nathan is strong. A great low cross court drive goes beyond Nathan and its 3-1. Both players are sweating hard, both trying to avoid unforced errors. 4-3. Yannik is pushing hard and gets back to 5-5. Nathan gets a perfect nick right when he needs it to regain the lead….and then does it again

Court 2 3pm Zeina Zein (EGY; 89) vs Ineta Mackevica (LAT;46)

Ineta had a chance to watch Zeina last night in the opening round and it will be interesting to see what approach she uses. Both are in the NASH Cup for the first time. Zeina is one of the youngest players at 17 and they have no history against each other in PSA competition.

The opening rallies are relatively light as Ineta tests Zeina’s speed. An unforced tin and a stoke call move the game from 1-1 to 3-1. The rallies build in speed. Ineta sees the soft game won’t work. Another stroke as Innate hits a loose drive followed by a missed boast and it’s 6-2. This is not what was expected. A tight nick and another stroke (#3) and we’re 9-2. Zeina hits tin with a rare error and then feeds a drop to bring it to 9-4. A stroke goes to Ineta. One last unforced tin ends the first game 11-5.

An adjustment is required for Ineta to gain some control. Zeina opens with a clean boast for her first point and a perfect corner length for her second before catching tin. Ineta keeps catching the red line and we are 3-1 Zeina. Another deep winner followed by a short drop in the next rally. We’re 6-1. Zeina is all over this court. Her movement is excellent. Ineta has the height and the longer arms, but Zeina is somehow using that against her. There have been two calls so far Ineta hasn’t liked, but both were tight and likely right….they also didn’t change the outcome. Zein takes game two 11-3.

Ineta opens the third game hitting deeper and tighter shots. She’s looking for opportunities and finds her way to a 4-0 lead. It’s almost as if she’s saying “you want to run? Try this”….and Zeina is going for them all finally catching a deep boast. 4-2. Ineta missed one that clearly could have been stroke and she knew it. 4-4. Some back and forth moves us to 6-6. Ineta keeps moving back to a thin lead but there is no space for error. 7-7. A blistering drop and it’s 8-7. Finally some space with a deep drive Zeina can’t quite reach. A weak return and Zeina tried for a let….but there was clearly time and we go 10-8. Two more lets are called. Ineta has found the length as the second bounce ends out in the back corner with no chance of a pick-up form Zeina. Onto game 4.

Ineta has found something that works and we’ll see if she can keep it up. Zeina starts the game cutting shots off and it’s getting her points. She jumps to a 4-0 lead. After regaining a few the red line bights Ineta again and it’s 7-3. Ineta finally gets to use her height driving one down from about 7 feet to go to 8-4. Two perfect drops and this match is over.

Court 1 3:45 Nadeen Kotb (EGY; 77) vs Marta Dominguez Fernandez (ESP; 72)

By Brad’s Brother

No beers have been consumed yet by this reporter so I expect there will be fewer spelling errors in this edition. I overheard that these two have played twice already this year. Fernandez has won both matchups and the last was in 5. Jay Nash has done his homework and is far better prepared than this reporter.

Two rallies in and it appears that Kotb likes to brush the ball and Fernandez is quick and a good retriever. Kotb did the 3 straight boasts that thought only Broekman used, but unlike Broekman she somehow managed to win the rally. That being said, I wouldn’t try that strategy at home. Halfway through the first Kotb seems to be dictating most of the rallies with a variety of hard hitting and precise backhand drops. Kotb had an 8-3 lead, but Fernandez pegged it back to 8-8. Fernandez gets a game ball at 10-9 but hits a tin and we got a tiebreaker. Just as Jay expected, we have a tight one here. Kotb had the early lead and some chances in the tiebreaker but lost 12-10. It’s going to be tough to come back after letting that lead slide.

So far, I’d say both players use a nice mixture of power, attack and defense. Fernandez is a great mover into the front of the court and makes her opponent hit one extra ball or aim a little too close to the tin. Let’s see how they adapt their strategy for game 2.

Fernandez gets out to a better start this time with a 2-1 lead until Kotb hits a flatline backhand roller. A few points later and Kotb hits another flat rollout nick but this time on a forehand return of serve. Even with the 2 amazing winners Fernandez has a 7-4 lead. It’s still early in this match but losing that lead in the first appears to have shifted the momentum of the match. Kotb hits another nick, but she looks like she knows she’s in trouble. Fernandez closes out game 2 with a nice forehand volley drop and takes a commanding 2-0 lead.

Kotb is talking to her fellow compatriot Zeina Zein between games who just upset the #1 seed. Let’s see if Zein’s coaching is as on as her playing was today.

Two unforced errors early in the third by Fernandez gives Kotb a 2-1 lead; she needs to extend it to get some belief that she can win this match. Some frustration by Kotb at a stroke decision when she was reclaiming control of this game. Let’s see if she can regroup and keep the momentum of this good start going. What would a game be without another Kotb forehead return of severe nick, that must get the confidence going. It’s going to be a tight third and it’s critical Fernandez gets this one. Kotb appears to be a confident and momentum player and can roll out winners, speaking of which there’s another flat nick, but this time on the backhand return of serve. A stroke on a big rally gives Fernandez a match ball at 10-9, but Kotb saves it with a dying lob. 11-10 and another match ball, but Fernandez hits tin on a crosscourt nick attempt and then hits another tin on a boast. The outcome of this match could have just swayed with those 2 errors as Kotb comes back from the brink of defeat to take the third 13-11.

I get the feeling we are going the distance here, but let’s see how Fernandez regroups. I expect it to be an uphill battle for her as Kotb will now be fueled by a lot of nicks and a new lease on life. Squash is such a game of confidence and momentum.

First point of game 4 and another tin by Fernandez. Kotb runs up to a 3-0 lead and the tide seems to have turned. It seems like Kotb has take control of these rallies early and Fernandez has had quite a few errors creeping into her game. Kotb proves that she is not a robot as she finally misses a nick and hands over a 5-4 lead. Another missed nick and a couple of winners and Fernandez is out to a commanding 8-4 lead; can she capitalize this time? A stroke gives Fernandez a 10-6 lead. Can she close this out? The answer this time is yes. And this reporter was once again wrong and is why you don’t gamble your beer money on squash games. Great athleticism and shot making on display for both players. Fernandez will now play Zeina Zein in the quarterfinals. Can she take down another fast moving and sharp shooting young Egyptian? Tune in tomorrow to find out.

Court 2 3:45 Mike McCue (CAN; 108) vs. Chris Gordon (USA; 73)

A fast start from both players firing with short sharp rallies. The first time Nash cup attendee Chris Gordon goes up 2-1. Both players settle in to a long testing rally in the 4th point of the 1st game which ends in a loose shot from Gordon and Mccue getting a stroke awarded. Longer rallies with both players hitting high paces cross courts with several rallies ending in tins. As we get into the middle of the game both players are moving the ball using all 4 corners, working boasts, drops, counters and lobs ending with Mccue squeezing Gordon to close the game to a tight 4-5. Game tied up at 6-6 and a monstrous rally ensues. Mccue playing great width and length with Gordon on the run, Mike hits a drive up the middle while Gordon runs from front left to back right and plays the back from behind his back, lobbing it perfectly keeping him in the rally, the momentum shifts and Gordon is on the attack with plenty of attacks but mccue gets out of trouble by creating a let situation. As we creep to the end of the game, Gordon starts to show his experience creating a 3 point spread up 10-7 and ends the game with a jumping volley drop to close out the game 11-7.

A scrappy start to the second with both players scrambling, diving and firing attacks. The game goes to 3-3 with a few great forehand counter drops from Gordon. Trading points back and forth the game goes tied to 5-5. Gordon begins to take full control of the match dictating almost every point in the remainder of the game pulling ahead to a 10-7 lead. The final rally of the game has Mccue running court sprints and ending in a Gordon low kill from the from of the court taking the game 11-7.

The flow of the 3rd game is going all Gordons way as he is moving the ball with confidence and putting Mccue under plenty of pressure in the front of the court steam rolling his way to a 4-1 lead. Mccue fights back with a fantastic hold and boast that is just out of the American players lengthy reach. Gordon creating a healthy gap between he and his opponent with a 7-3 lead. Points have shortened in length and Mccue battles back hard tying the game 7-7. Mccue is taking full advantage of Gordons lack of quality length and going short repeated to pull ahead 9-8. Tied 10-10 we have a short rally and mike tries to take a backhard drop from mid court but hits the tin giving Gordon a match ball. Both players slow the pace down and have a much longer more traditional rally until Mccue tires in a cross court nick from the backhand to bring us all square at 11. Mccue plays a boast to the front right of the court and for the 7th time in 3 games Gordon plays a near perfect counter drop. The final point of the match has Mike putting in work but Gordon shows his class and experience hitting a perfect straight length to win the match 3-0.

Court 1 4:30 Daniel Mekbib (CZE;89) vs. Timothy Brownell (USA; 68)

Both in second Nash Cup. Both attended in 2021. Both lost to Auguste Dussourd (the champion).

No PSA history against each other.

Brownell coming off 2 consecutive PSA titles.

Court 2 4:30 Alison Thomson (Scotland) vs. Torrie Malik (England)

This should be an exciting match as we have the Young Torrie British junior champion taking on Ally Thomson a Nash cup regular and adopted daughter to local legends Al and Karen Fayad. Torrie came out of the gates ready finding her length early. A hard ball to the calf of Ally shook her up pretty good. Ally being the tough sports person she is shook it off with a little walk around the court. Torrie’s length has Ally off and offering up some loose balls which Torrie is capitalizing on with some deadly volley drops. Ally looks like she trying to settle in and find her rhythm for the second game as Torrie takes the first 11-2.

The second starting off with a few lets and a stroke as the players where fighting each others length on the backhand . At 4-4 the game started opening up to all 4 corners and some great attacking shots on created opportunities has the game tied 8-8. A great forehand volley and incredibly soft mid court boast has Ally taking the second game 11-9.

The third game Ally’s length and width improved from the last 2 games and is creating more pressure and openings as she takes a 5-3 lead. Torrie showing some great mental toughness for a junior and gets back to the basics of tight and deep to level the game at 7-7. As the match goes deep in third both players are tentative on attacking short and create an opening. Torrie took the ball a little earlier and applied the pressure with length and width to take the third 11-7.

The fourth has Torrie really attacking the volley with some great low kills on both sides of the court to jump out to a 5-1 lead. Ally is going to go without at and finds some incredible touch front right to grab a few points. Torrie kept to the plan and attacked the volley and create the pressure to open up the chance for the volley kill. Torrie takes the match 3-1. (11-2, 9-11, 11-09, 11-5).

Court 1 5:15 Diana Garcia (MEX; 96) vs. Lucy Beecroft (ENG; 57)

by Brad’s brother

Jay Nash is nowhere in sight, so I have no historical background on these 2 players. All that I know for sure is that Lucy Beecroft is the defending champion. Beecroft was a bit tentative in the first rallies hitting mostly deep, but she hits a great backhand drop from the back to take the first 11-9. Let’s see if the defending champ comes out a little more aggressive on the second.

The second starts with Beecroft dictating play and attacking the front more frequently. Garcia is a great retriever but seems to be doing more of the work early on. For a Nash Cup night the courts seem to be playing slightly cooler, so a great length is often forcing a boast and the short shots are staying that much shorter. Beecroft seems to be making the adjustment to the conditions and she races off to a 5-3 lead. Garcia finds a few targets and battles back to 5-5. The boast and drops all seem to be applying lots of pressure so it’s all about who gets the opportunity first. Time to move that T position up. Beecroft takes an 8-5 lead as the rallies have some high calibre shot making and retrieving. Garcia with one of the few unforced errors of the game and Beecroft pegs another point. Game to Beecroft 11-7 in 9 minutes. Not sure what Garcia can do here. If I was in her corner, I’d be focusing on over hitting her length as the court is quite cool. If she can do this well, she should be able to force a few boasts and get on some volleys. The first few points of this next game are huge for Garcia.

Sadly, for Garcia it’s not the dream start as she goes down 2-0 quickly. Beecroft is looking sharp and confident now and she’s going to be tough to beat today. Shot of the match was a Beecroft forehand straight drive from under pressure at the front for perfect length, 5-2 Beecroft with the finish line in sight. Beecroft gets away with a blatant double bounce but karma has her losing the point a few shots later. The double bounce seems to agitate Garcia, maybe this is the turning point she needed. Garcia fights back to 5-6. Can she get back into this? Beecroft hits a deadly backhand volley drop to go to 10-7. 11-7 Beecroft in 9 minutes and the defending champ lives to see another day.

I’d highly suggest you tune in a watch the live stream as my writing doesn’t do the quality of these players justice. You may also get lucky and hear one of our ‘C’ players commentate about what the pros should be doing. (editors note – a 3.0 player for Americans)

Court 2 5:15 Edmon Lopez (ESP; 86) vs Arturo Salazar (MEX; 62)

Here we have Mexico versus Spain and should prove to be a spicy game. Lopez started the game with accuracy and speed. He seems to have caught Salazar off balance in the first game and Lopez steam rolled the first 6 points. Salazar hit a few drops to grab a few points but Lopez just kept coming and takes the first 11-4.

The second game Salazar is looking like a different player. He is working the whole court with precision and patiently waiting for the smallest opening to take the ball short. He is really controlling the rallies and jumps to a 6-2 lead and has Lopez looking for ways to counter his pressure. Salazar was flawless this game and ends it 11-5.

Has Lopez found away to counter Salazar and will Salazar be able to maintain that level of accuracy and speed? Well the first 6 points is telling the story Lopez hasn’t found a way to counter what Salazar is doing on the court. The way Salazar is taking that ball in short is filthy and is creating all kinds of problems for Lopez. Salazar would not let up on his tactics and the execution to back it which gives him the third 11-4.

The fourth game has Lopez stepping up and taking it earlier then the last 2 games and it is creating opportunities. The match is back and fourth and players are exchanging some great winners. Both players are taking the ball straight short trying to force a loose ball to pounce on for a winner. Lopez is fighting hard to force a fifth game and is playing with incredible intensity as we are going deep in the fourth 13-13. An impressive backhand hold flicked cross court gives Lopez the fourth 15-13.

Start of the fifth and Salazar is looking tired, he is not moving and I mean not moving. Lopez really didn’t have to anything except not hit tin to win. Lopez takes the fifth 11-0 to move on the next round.

Court 1 6:30 Andrew Douglas (USA; 84) vs. David Baillargeon (CAN; 61)

Canadian number 1 "The Badger" vs Andrew Douglas was expected to be a physical match and the first game played out as expected with hard rallies up to 7-7 until the Canadian made some unfortunate tins giving the game to the American 11-7. These two faced off earlier in 2022 with David winning that meeting 3-1. He’s going to need to make changes to keep up the perfect record in PSA.

2nd game the Canadian started to find his range at the beginning getting to a 4-2 lead but Douglas' steady play and another crucial error from the Canadian got him back to a 10-8 lead from which he was able to close out the game.

3rd game Douglas continued to control play he may have gotten a bit to comfortable as his drop in intensity allowed Baillargeon to hit some winners and tie the game at 6-6. "The Badger" managed to fight to an 8-6 lead but Douglas' steadied the ship and fought back with 5 straight points to close out he match 11-8.

Court 2 6:30 Katerina Tycova (GER; 105) vs. Georgia Adderley (SCO; 105)

Can the second game be as tight? Katerina is pasting that backhand with accuracy and created some openings to take 3-0 lead. Georgia still reaming so calm out there starts countering with a couple off paced short cross courts catching Katerina standing a little to deep to retrieve and suddenly jumps to a 7-3 lead. Georgia’s calmness and court awareness is something to watch as she presses on to take the second 11-6.

Third game Georgia grabs a couple quick points to take a 3-0 lead. A long rally and an incredibly cross court drop by Katerina has her fist pumping and playing the crowd. Katerina and that incredible backhand of hers shows some incredible touch with it to bring the game back to within 2 points. The calming demeanour and shot selection of Georgia was just too much and Georgia wins the match 18-16, 11-6, 11-6

Court 1 7:15 Anna Kimberley (ENG; 81) vs. Marina Stefanoni (USA; 61)

Court 2 7:15 Alfredo Avila (MEX; 79) vs. Curtis Malik (ENG; 75)

Court 1 8:00 Guiherme Melo (BRA; 112) vs. Leandro Romiglio (ARG; 69)

Court 2 8:00 Ambre Allinchx (SUI; 95) vs. Karina Tyma (POL; 66)

Court 1 8:45 Alicia Mead (ENG; 85) vs. Haley Mendez (USA; 54)

Court 2 8:45 Nick Sachvie (CAN; 94) vs Henry Leung (HKG; 58)

Thursday’s Matches

Winner = $1,318.13 & 140 points minimum Loser = $790.88 & 85 points - #78 men; #69 women

3pm Nathan Lake (ENG; 38) vs. Chris Gordon (USA; 73) 4pm Zeina Zein (EGY; 89) vs. Marta Dominguez Fernandez (ESP; 72) 5pm Daniel Mekbib (CZE;89) vs Edmon Lopez (ESP; 86) 6pm Torrie Maiik (ENG; 86) vs. Lucy Beecroft (ENG; 57) 7 pm Andrew Douglas (USA; 84) vs. Curtis Malik (ENG; 75) 8pm Georgia Adderley (SCO; 59) vs. Marina Stefanoni (USA; 61) 9pm Leandro Romiglio (ARG; 69) vs. Henry Leung (HKG; 58) 10pm Ambre Allinchx (SUI; 95) vs. Haley Mendez (USA; 54)

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in my eyes, you’re a work of art

The Five Senses: Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; Bucky explores you with his Five Senses. In this instalment it’s all about Eyesight.

Word Count; 1225

Warnings; NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, unprotected vaginal sex, pet names, but other than that it’s mostly fluff.

Authors Note; I’m very happy with how this turned out :D Now I just hope I can write the other parts just as good :’)

Main Masterlist || The Five Senses Masterlist

A work of art.

That's how Bucky would describe you in your entirety.

You were a masterpiece that deserved her place at a grand museum.

The higher beings in the universe took extra time to create you into perfection for his eyes.

All the most affirming words in the world could be used to describe you, but Bucky had a few key ones that justified it best.

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Bucky paced back and forth in the downstairs hallway. Every few minutes, he would take a look at his watch on his wrist, a worrying expression on his face. Each minute that went by, the later you were going to be for the charity event you and he was attending.

“We’re gonna be late, doll. Are you almost ready?”

“Yeah, coming.”

He looked up from his watch and shifted his gaze to the top of the stairs where you had appeared now.

Time seemed to slow down as you walked graciously down the stair, one hand on the railing to support you.

You were ever so breathtaking this fine evening. His heart stopped in his chest, and the air from his lungs was stolen from your beauty.

The dress you were wearing was an intense deep purple colour that hugged your silhouette to perfection. It was off the shoulder and created the perfect V shape to accentuate your breasts. Your hair was done in a style that fit the look altogether. The makeup was simple yet elegant.

“Bucky?”

You snapped your fingers in front of his face, but he was frozen in place like a statue, his lips parted slightly, as he had been lost in your beauty.

“Hello? Babe?”

He shook his head to snap out from the trance you had put him in.

“Sorry, doll. You look breathtaking tonight. So stunning.”

His hand took yours, and he twirled you around so he could check all of you out up close and personal.

“Beautiful.”

You felt yourself heating up at Bucky's affirmation for you tonight.

“I won't be able to take my eyes off you the entire night, my sweet doll.”

————

Summer was here, so it was a perfect day for a sweet and relaxing picnic in the backyard, just you and Bucky.

A large blanket was spread out underneath an old tree, shading you from the blistering sun and creating a secluding atmosphere.

You both laid comfortably on your sides, facing each other, with a book in hand.

As your eyes read the words on the paper, getting lost in the fantasy about castles, dragons and knights, Bucky was focused on something else entirely.

He was more interested in watching you and getting lost in your majesty and how cute and adorable you looked in your summer attire.

The pale pink summer dress you wore accentuated your appearance. The dress was held up with slim shoulder straps. The fabric was thin, perfect to be worn out in the warm weather. It clung to your torso, hugging your waist, but around the hips, the fabric became loose, making the dress flow around you in the most magical way. Your neckline was visible, droplets of moisture formed on your glowing skin as a result of the scorching sun.

You were barefaced, and your hair was simple. He loved the natural look on you.

The way your face lightly scrunched up when you smiled after reading a passage in your book had his heart explode in butterflies and love for his favourite girl. That smile was his reassurance and safety in his darkest times.

The back of his pointing finger stroked your cheek, pulling you out from the dreamworld in the book.

“What is it, Bucky?”

He shook his head, his sweet smile forming on his lips, his eyes lighting up in adoration.

“Enjoying the gorgeous view in front of me.”

————

The light from the streets below poured into the window, cascading over you and Bucky as you were united in body and soul. Expressing your love for one another through sex.

You were so appealing where you sat on him, your body sinful as you claimed him. There was nothing more bewitching than your naked form.

His hungry eyes took in the way your hips rolled in perfection, in such a perfect rhythm, to bring you and him closer to orgasm and the way your breasts moved in perfect sync so erotically. A thin layer of sweat formed on your skin from the activity, making it glow as the faint light from the window hit you.

His cock twitched in you when he watched you run your hands over your naked body, from your hips, up your waist, until they landed on your breasts, palming them in your grasp.

“That's it, baby, such a pretty girl for me.”

Your face presented pure pleasure as you rode him. Your eyes closed, a slight twitch in them now and again, and your head was tilted back as you concentrated on the euphoric feeling. Your lips were parted to let the sounds come out from you freely.

God, you were so sexy; it was unbelievable. He was in awe, and he felt so blessed that he, and he only, was ever going to see you in this state you were in, so free and vulnerable.

He would save this glorious image of you on top of him, using it when he was away from you and needed it the most.

————

The golden rays from the morning sun sneak through the window blinds of your and Bucky's bedroom.

The light on Bucky's face stirs him awake. You, on the other hand, are still sound asleep beside him, unbothered by the illumination.

Bucky turns to you as you're still sleeping so peacefully without a care in the world. The biggest smile comes across his face when his eyes take you in.

“Look at my girl.”

You look so angelic where you lay, so aesthetic, so immaculate. The way the morning sun cascades across your face enhances your beautiful features. Your eyelashes rest on your cheeks, brushing the skin underneath your eyes, and your lips are parted as they let out deep breaths. He watches with fascination as you take them, your naked chest rising with each one.

There's no evidence of stress or worry in your face, only relaxation. A soft and sweet smile forms on your lips. It makes him smile as well. He's hoping you're dreaming of him, dreaming about the wonderful future you will have together in the years to come.

The duvet is draped across your lower half, shielding your most sensitive parts from him. He wants to pull them off to see the entirety of you, but he doesn't want to wake you up.

He's so in love with you, it hurts. Every moment with you is a blessing and a gift. He can't believe he's been so lucky to have you in his life.

His lips barely graze your forehead so as not to wake you, leaving a delicate kiss on your soft skin.

He loved these early mornings when you were still asleep. He could take all the time in the world to analyse and admire each part of you without disturbance. When you woke up, he would tell you all the love his heart held for you, his work of art.

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The 5 Senses of Longing

This fic is a gift for @stanforderadean as part of my gift exchange celebration!

Also posted on ao3.

Word Count: 7,463 (Continued under the Read More)

Dean rapped his knuckles on the wood door, pausing for a second before nudging it open with his shoulder. Cas was lying on the bed in his room, propped up against the headboard with a book in his lap, and Dean was once again hit with the startling recollection that Cas actually needed to sleep now that he didn’t have his Grace. Somehow it was endearing to see Cas this way; curled up under the covers and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

But wasn't that the point of this? The whole reason Dean had come knocking on Cas' door in the first place. Because Cas had been without his powers for months now, and also because they were in a lull with finding Metatron and killing Abbadon. What they needed was a little break. And even though they were dealing with more shit than ever before, Dean yearned to slow things down around them for just a couple of days to show Cas some of the good things about being human.

Dean had been the one to suggest the idea casually to Sam, and with Ezekiel healing him slowly, it was best for Sam to stay at the Bunker and rest. Which gave Dean the perfect opportunity. Now the only thing to do was to bring the idea to Cas.

“Hey, buddy,” Dean said, hovering in the doorway. “Mind if I come in?”

Cas smiled, lowering his book and closing it with a quiet thump. “Not at all,” he said, gesturing for Dean to enter the room. “Did something happen?” he asked, smile shifting into something more alert as he pushed himself further up in the bed.

“No, no, nothing happened,” Dean quickly reassured, taking a couple steps closer before hesitating at the foot of the bed. Should he sit on the bed? Should he pull up a chair? Should he just stand there? Why was he overthinking this? God, he really needed to get these bubbling feelings under control before he opened his mouth and said something he shouldn’t. “I was uh. Actually wondering if you were busy?”

Cas blinked a couple times, tilting his head and squinting up at Dean in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I thought we could go on a little road trip. Just you and me for a couple of days. Wanted to show you a few things now that you’re sorta human,” Dean said.

“A road trip? Don’t we do that all the time?” Cas asked.

Dean grinned, nudging Cas’ leg with his knee as he plopped himself down on the edge of the bed. “Well, yeah. But this isn’t gonna be a road trip for a case. There’s a couple of spots around here that you’ve got to experience. Sights and smells you haven’t seen yet. Oh, and the best stack of pancakes you’ll ever eat. You’ve just gotta trust me.”

Something soft and affectionate sparked through Cas’ eyes before he nodded. “Best pancakes I’ll ever eat? Is that so?” he teased.

All the nerves that had been lurching in Dean’s stomach settled all at once, and he shoved at Cas’ leg again. Yeah. This he could do. Their usual playful antics that he enjoyed so much. He didn’t need to think about that little spark that was twining around his heart at the way Cas had just smiled at him.

“Just you wait. Now that you’ve got taste buds, I’m gonna make you try every single food I can get my hands on. I will find every single thing you enjoy eating, mark my words,” Dean said lightly, hauling himself up from the bed. “Twenty minutes. Get your ass moving and meet me at the car.”

Cas laughed, free and happy, and Dean’s heart lurched in his chest. Oh, he was going to do everything he could over the next two days just to hear that sound again.

Dean had just reached the door when Cas called out to him.

“Hey, Dean?”

Dean turned, hand on the doorknob as he looked back at Cas. “Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Cas said, smiling so warmly that it made Dean feel momentarily weak in the knees. Oh God. If Cas kept smiling at him like that, Dean was going to do something he regretted, like kiss Cas stupid until he could feel that smile against his own lips.

“Yeah, of course. Twenty minutes. Don’t be late,” Dean said, flashing Cas a quick smile before bolting from the room; the door snapping shut behind him as he escaped to the safety of his own room.

Pressing his back into his bedroom door, Dean heaved in a deep breath; closing his eyes and scrubbing his hands over his face. This idea was either the best thing he’d ever come up with... or it was going to be the death of him. Maybe he’d be able to get over this stupid fluttering feeling in his chest. Or maybe, just maybe, that feeling was going to explode until it consumed him whole.

"Where are we going first?" Cas asked, sliding into the passenger seat exactly nineteen minutes later.

A minute early, Dean noted. Was that deliberate? Was it accidental? Dean couldn't possibly be overthinking one teeny tiny little minute, could he?

"Pancakes, obviously. Unless you're suddenly going to turn your nose up at chocolate," Dean said, darting his eyes over to Cas as they pulled out of the Bunker onto the main dirt road winding through the woods.

"Chocolate?" Cas repeated, turning in his seat until he'd angled his body towards Dean. The smile that crept across his lips was so dazzling that Dean had to suck in a sharp breath and force his eyes on the road. "I love chocolate."

Huffing out a laugh, Dean clicked on the music and Zeppelin softly filled the air. "Oh really? I never would've known." Shifting onto the main road, Dean grinned at Cas. "I definitely didn't see you eat 3 chocolate bars yesterday."

Cas pretended to be shocked, gasping at Dean even though his eyes were sparkling with laughter. "That certainly wasn't me. Sam framed me."

The laughter bubbled up from Dean’s chest, and he couldn't stop himself from knocking his hand against Cas' knee. "You're a menace. You and your sudden sweet tooth."

"I don't see you complaining that hard. Considering now you have someone to eat chocolate pancakes with."

The breath caught in Dean's throat; such simple words hitting like a wave against his chest. Keeping his focus on the road, he quickly darted his gaze over at Cas from the corner of his eye. Cas had tucked himself against the door, with his body still tilted towards Dean. There was a soft expression on his face; a smile that lit up his eyes with his nose crinkled adorably.

Oh God, this feeling really was going to consume Dean.

Shifting the conversation towards topics that wouldn’t make Dean’s heart ache in his chest, the hour-long drive slipped by in a blur. The diner soon loomed on the horizon, and it was so easy to keep talking about blueberries vs bananas as Dean guided the Impala into a parking spot.

“Doesn’t it depend on what you’re putting the fruit with?” Dean asked, holding the diner door open for Cas to walk through. “Besides, bananas can be baked into far more things than blueberries.”

Cas scrunched up his face, giving Dean a look that bordered on a pout. “You’re just saying that because you prefer bananas over blueberries.”

"I would never," Dean teased, before stepping up to the counter. "Table for two, please."

"Right this way," the hostess said, guiding them to a booth in the back of the diner.

As soon as they sat down, Cas moved to pick up a menu from the table, but Dean reached out from the other side of the booth and plucked it from Cas' hands. "Nope. No looking. You just gotta trust me on this one, yeah?"

"What if I don't like it?" Cas asked, raising an eyebrow even though he leaned back in his seat, conceding to Dean's statement of trust.

Tapping his fingers against the table, Dean tried not to linger on the way their fingertips had just barely brushed when he'd pulled the menu from Cas' grasp. "You will. Don't overthink it and have a little faith in me."

"I do. Trust you," Cas said, something in his tone slipping from playful to serious.

Dean shook his head, dispelling the heavier tone. He didn't want to think about Cas' unwavering trust and how most days he felt like he didn't deserve it. Right now, this moment was about showing Cas something more.

"Good. Because if you don't like it, I'm never speaking to you again," Dean joked, lightening the mood again.

"Never again? That's a long time to not talk to me because of some pancakes, Dean,” Cas laughed.

Just as Dean was about to throw another tease at Cas, a waiter appeared at their table with a smile and a notepad in his hand.

“Hi there, welcome to Mel’s. My name’s Hunter. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Actually, Hunter, we’re ready to order. Two coffees, one with cream and sugar and one with cream. And two short stacks of the rocky road pancakes, please.”

Hunter smiled, jotting down the order. “Well that was easy. I’ll get those coffees out to you both in just a few moments.”

“Thank you,” Cas said, as Hunter collected their menus and disappeared towards the kitchen. “You know how I like my coffee?”

Dean ducked his head, a sudden tinge burning his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “Cream and two sugars. Like I said, you like things on the sweeter side,” Dean said, avoiding Cas’ gaze from the other side of the table.

“You’re very observant,” Cas pointed out.

Dean bit down on his tongue, forcing himself to swallow the words ‘I’m only observant when it comes to you.’ Instead, he threw on a cocky smirk and said, “That’s because I’m an excellent hunter.”

Rolling his eyes, Cas kicked Dean lightly under the table. “You’re not that good.”

Dean pretended to be offended, scrunching up one of the spare napkins and throwing it at Cas’ face. Cas laughed, bright and giddy, and Dean felt a weightless feeling in his chest. He spent the next 15 minutes doing anything and everything he could just to hear Cas laugh again and again.

By the time their pancakes and coffee arrived at the table, Cas’ cheeks were pink from laughter and Dean had never been more smitten. Cas made a little sound of shock as the pancakes were put in front of him; his eyes widening as he looked up at Dean in surprise.

Three massive chocolate pancakes covered the entire size of the plate. Topped with handfuls of marshmallows and almonds, along with a drizzle of chocolate syrup and cocoa powder, it was a chocolate overload.

“What do you think? Does it look sweet enough for you, angel?” Dean said, with a grin.

“Looks like Heaven,” Cas muttered, picking up his fork and taking a bite. Cas instantly groaned in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as he hummed happily. “Tastes like it, too.”

Dean wasn’t sure whether to laugh at Cas’ words or to dwell on the sound Cas had made when he tasted the pancakes, and it was all too much and not enough.

“You like it?” Dean asked, swallowing a mouthful of his own pancake and washing it down with a sip of coffee just so he could distract himself from the look of sheer bliss that was on Cas’ face.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” Cas said, dipping one of the mini marshmallows into the chocolate syrup with a grin.

This time Dean did laugh, nudging Cas’ leg under the table with his foot. “Don’t eat it too fast or you’ll give yourself hiccups.”

“That’s not a thing,” Cas said, chewing on another mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah, Cas, it is,” Dean said, huffing out a breath and rolling his eyes fondly.

As if to prove his point, Cas started hiccuping a minute later. Dean raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘see, I told you,’ and Cas pouted.

“But it’s so-” he broke off to hiccup, “Good.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Dean said warmly. “Hold your breath for twenty seconds, and then eat a little slower. The pancake isn’t going anywhere.”

Cas gave Dean a sharp look. “Unless you-” he hiccuped again, “steal it from my plate before I can eat it.”

Okay, that was a fair point. Dean definitely had eaten from Cas’ plate before. But this time, he placed his hand on his heart as he said, “I won’t touch your pancakes, you have my word.”

Shoulders bouncing as Cas hiccuped again, Dean watched as Cas took in a deep breath and then held it. He internally counted as well, watching as Cas let the breath out twenty seconds later.

They both waited a beat, then two, and when no more hiccups came, Cas beamed at Dean. “It worked,” he said before moving to take another bite of chocolatey goodness.

They lapsed into comfortable silence as they ate, both of them enjoying their breakfast. Cas broke the moment a few minutes later to say, "I want to eat these pancakes every day for the rest of my life."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Dean grinned across the table at Cas. "I'm not sure if we can get out here every day. But we can make it a thing, if you want? Every Sunday that we're at home, you and I can drive down here for breakfast," Dean offered.

Cas nodded eagerly, a genuine smile lighting up his face. "I'd love that."

Something warm settled in Dean's veins; seeing Cas so happy and content over something as simple as a stack of pancakes. It was all Dean had wanted. To see Cas smile and to see him enjoy something Dean also liked.

Nodding firmly, decision made, Dean nudged Cas with his foot again. “Finish your pancakes. We’ve got more things to explore today.”

“Like what?” Cas asked, freezing with his fork inches from his lips. Dean had to force himself to look away before he stared at the way Cas’ lips wrapped around the fork.

“You’ll see. I’ll give you a couple options in the car and you can pick whichever one you want,” Dean said, biting down on his own fork just a little too roughly; the tang of metal vibrating along his tooth.

Cas pouted, pointing at Dean with the handle of his fork. “What if I want to know the options now?”

Miming zipping his lips closed, Dean smiled at the fond exasperation that Cas shot his way. The expression instantly melted into a smile again as Cas scooped more marshmallows onto his chocolate pancake.

“A new tradition,” Cas murmured, more to himself than Dean, but Dean heard the fondness in the words and his heart kicked up again in his chest.

God, Dean was happy. Happier than he’d been in a long time. He genuinely cared about Cas enjoying things, and knowing he’d been able to make Cas smile was a damn good feeling.

By the time they made their way back to the Impala twenty minutes later, both full of chocolatey sweetness, Cas immediately tapped his fingers on Dean’s knee. “What are the options?”

Rolling his eyes, Dean nudged Baby into gear and pulled back out onto the road. “So impatient.”

“Shut up,” Cas huffed, his tone sharply contrasting the happy look on his face.

“Alright. Simple question. Don’t think too hard about it. Ready?”

Cas nodded.

“Aquarium or the zoo?”

Cas’ eyes sparkled bright blue in the late morning sunlight as he made his choice. “Aquarium.”

The afternoon sun crept through the Impala windows as they arrived at the aquarium in Kansas City a couple of hours later. Cas had spent the entire drive talking about the evolution of fish and their importance to the earth from creation until now.

It was entirely endearing, hearing Cas talk so animatedly. It made Dean want to pull over; to watch Cas talk as he hung on every word that slipped past Cas’ lips. Instead, he darted his eyes over to the passenger seat as often as he could, watching as Cas occasionally emphasized his point by gesturing with his hands.

Too cute.

Dean turned his eyes back to the road again.

As soon as they’d parked, Cas was out of the car and gravitating towards the entrance before Dean could even open his door. There was an excited gleam in Cas’ eyes, and Dean felt the electric pull as he allowed Cas to lead the way to the ticket booth.

“I wonder if they’ll have any seahorses. Did you know they’re the only animals where the male carries the eggs and undergoes the birthing process?” Cas asked as Dean purchased the tickets.

Dean hummed vaguely in answer, not wanting to take away from Cas’ enthusiasm by admitting he already knew that. “I’m sure they’ll have plenty of seahorses,” he said instead, watching Cas from the corner of his eye as the former angel beamed.

Stepping into the cool air conditioned building, Dean’s eyes caught the entrance sign that indicated which direction each exhibit was located and he nudged Cas towards it. “What do you want to see first?”

Cas’ gaze caught the very first line on the sign and he grinned. “There are sea turtles, Dean. A whole rescue center for them.” Something in Cas’ expression shifted from excited to fond in the blink of an eye; leaving Dean reeling at how expressive Cas was. “It’s nice. That there are people who try to conserve endangered species.”

Dean bumped his shoulder into Cas’, gently directing him towards the sea turtle exhibit. “See? Not all humans are terrible,” he joked.

“No. They’re not,” Cas said, the fondness morphing into something tender as his gaze locked with Dean’s. The moment felt blinding, and Dean had to tear his eyes away before he did something stupid like lean in and kiss Cas right in front of the exhibit.

Instead, Dean shifted the conversation into something lighter. Putting his hand out, he caught Cas’ shoulder and held him back mere feet from the turtles. When Cas gave him a questioning look, Dean moved to tap his nose with his finger. “Take a second. What do you smell?”

Cas tilted his head, sucking in a deep breath before raising an eyebrow at Dean. “Salt water.”

Dean nodded. “Part of the experience is the smell; the salt lingering in the air from the exhibits. Almost makes you feel like you’re right there by the ocean.”

Dean watched as Cas’ eyes fluttered shut as he took another long, slow breath. A little smile graced his lips, and the sight was so simplistic and yet so beautiful Dean momentarily lost his breath. Quickly sneaking out his phone, Dean took a picture; with the turtles in the background and Cas with his eyes closed in a peaceful bliss.

“I like it,” Cas said a moment later, eyes fluttering open as he looked over at Dean. “The atmosphere is peaceful.”

Nodding, Dean nudged Cas to start moving again. “I’m glad. Now let’s go see the turtles.”

Entering into the turtles rescue center, they walked up to one of the large tanks where several turtles gracefully swam by. Cas moved forward, gently pressing his palm to the glass. “They’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“Do you want to sit and watch them? It looks like there might be someone coming to feed them if you want to stay for that?” Dean asked.

“I’d love to,” Cas said, letting Dean lead him to a bench just a couple of feet away.

They sat down together, watching as the turtles elegantly moved through the water. It was captivating and mesmerizing; both watching the turtles glide through the water, but also watching Cas watching the turtles.

“Tell me something. About turtles, I mean,” Dean said, bumping Cas’ knee with his own.

“Their species is 110 million years old,” Cas said wistfully, as if he were picturing the moment when sea turtles first came into existence. “They don’t have any teeth,” he said, nodding his head to the tank where several jellyfish and crabs were being fed to the turtles. “Their mouth is made of keratin, like your fingernails, which helps to break down the plants and small animals that they eat.”

“They really are elegant,” Dean said, pressing his shoe up against Cas’ and offering him a smile.

Cas nodded, his eyes darting back and forth between the turtles and Dean. “They were some of my favorite creatures made for the ocean.” Cas lapsed into silence for a few moments, his gaze caught on a cluster of turtles that swam up to the surface to take a breath.

Dean let the pause linger, but instead of watching the turtles, he spent his time watching Cas. He cataloged the serene expression on Cas’ face and committed it to memory. It was a pleased contentment that Dean wanted to see Cas experience over and over again.

After several minutes of watching the turtles swim around and waddle their way up onto a sandy ledge, Cas bumped their knees together. “What’s next?”

“You tell me,” Dean said. “What do you want to see?”

“Fish. Any fish,” he paused, “The fish from that movie you’ve talked about before.”

Dean laughed, tipping his head back and letting a bubbling feeling of happiness wrap around his heart. “You mean Finding Nemo?”

“That’s it. Show me fish from Finding Nemo,” Cas said, getting up from the bench and offering his hand to Dean.

Dean let his fingers wrap around Cas’ wrist as Cas pulled him to his feet, and a spark of longing cascaded down his spine. Before he could linger on the feeling for too long, Cas had let go and was moving towards the nearest sign with arrows to the major exhibits.

“It says fish exhibits are this way,” Cas said, already moving towards the tunnel he’d indicated. Except it wasn’t just a tunnel. A large tank wrapped around the walkway, giving a massive overhead view of several sharks and fishes as they stepped into the passage.

“Wow,” Cas breathed out, tilting his head back so he could watch as a blacktip shark swam over their heads. They paused in the corridor, watching as a school of fish darted overhead just seconds after the shark had passed. “I’ve never seen anything like this before,” Cas whispered.

There was something about Cas’ earnest awe that made Dean want to surprise him over and over again. “Do you like it?” Dean asked, stepping to the side as a family moved past them.

“I do,” Cas replied, happy and carefree.

And then they were moving again; past the sharks and into several rooms filled with tanks of colorful fish. From sea bass to minnows, and rockfish to flounders; they spent a vast amount of time looking at each exhibit of fish. Dean specifically found tanks filled with clownfish and blue tangs, explaining the plot of Finding Nemo even though he knew Cas already knew the movie.

The exhibits transitioned from fish into invertebrates and other sea creatures; crabs and lobsters, jellyfish and urchins, eels to octopi. Cas was fascinated by every animal they saw.

But Dean’s favorite part was the knowledge Cas shared. At every single exhibit, Dean pointed at a fish and asked, “Tell me something about this one.” And, without fail, Cas instantly told Dean a unique fact or detail about whichever animal Dean had pointed at. Dean stopped looking at the signs next to each tank, instead turning and asking Cas what each species was. No matter how many times Dean asked, Cas gave him the same beautifully fond smile as he detailed every fish they saw.

By the time they’d made their way through all of the tanks, Dean swore he could write and direct his own nature series on sea creatures with all the information Cas had shared.

“Alright, now we’ve seen the fish, are you ready for the best part of any aquarium trip?” Dean asked as they stepped back out into the main entryway of the building.

“There’s something better than seeing the fish?” Cas asked, tilting his head questioningly.

Dean chuckled, nudging Cas towards another corridor while deliberately blocking the signpost from view so that he could surprise Cas. “Oh, trust me, you’re gonna enjoy this.”

Guiding Cas past tanks of coral and kelp, they walked out into a large enclosure. People lingered around a massive pool in the center of the room; children screaming and giggling and the sounds of splashing water echoing around the walls.

“Welcome,” Dean said, gesturing widely with his arms, “To the interactive touchpool.”

“The what?” Cas asked, squinting at Dean in shock.

“Touchpool, Cas. It’s where you can actually put your hand in the water and touch the creatures. I thought you’d like to physically interact with some of the animals. If you want?”

Cas pulled in a sharp breath, his eyes flitting to the large pool before darting back to Dean in awe. “What animals are there?”

“Why don’t we go find out?” Dean said, guiding Cas to the sink area so they could both wash their hands before directing them to an open spot along the wall of the exhibit. Rolling his sleeve up, Dean motioned for Cas to do the same. Then he dipped his fingertips into the water, and watched as Cas copied his motions.

Reaching out, Dean’s fingers brushed over a sea star and he chuckled quietly. “C’mere,” he said, moving his hand through the water until he bumped against Cas. Linking their fingers together, Dean guided their joined hands down until Cas’ palm was pressed against the sea star.

“Oh.” Cas’ surprise hung in the air between them as he leaned his weight into Dean’s side. Pressed together against the rocky edge of the exhibit, Dean swore he never wanted to let go. But Cas deserved to experience what it felt like to touch these creatures. Loosening his hold on Cas’ wrist until he was just barely brushing their hands together, Dean felt Cas’ hand move slowly over the top of the sea star, as if he were memorizing every hard bump of the spines along its body. “It’s not what I expected, even though I know every molecule they’re made of. It feels… leathery,” Cas said, tilting his head carefully as he gently traced his fingers over the starfish for a second time.

Dean gave Cas another minute to interact with the sea star before he slipped his fingers across the back of Cas’ hand and carefully guided him again. “How does this feel?” he asked as he lowered Cas’ hand down gently towards an anemone.

Cas let out another little gasp, hand jerking back slightly at the texture before he touched it again. “Gelatinous. Like jello,” Cas said with a laugh, fingers tracing over the flower-like structure.

Shifting away slightly to put some space between them, Dean moved to pull his hand away, but Cas instantly followed him until he pressed their hands together again. Their fingers interlocked under the rippling water, and Dean felt his breath stutter out of his lungs.

“Show me something else,” Cas said, voice almost drowned out by the loud sounds all around them.

Pulling in a sharp breath, Dean kept their hands linked together as he took a step to the side; waiting for Cas to follow him. He watched carefully as the stingray moved along the floor of the exhibit, and as it approached them, he directed Cas’ hand down until his palm slid down the stingray's back.

“What does the stingray feel like?” Dean asked, words sticking in his throat as the overwhelming sensations sparked between them.

“Smooth. Almost sleek and silky,” Cas said, voice dropping into something breathy in awe. Cas’ hand lingered against the stingray, fingertips stroking over it’s skin before Dean shifted their joined hands down onto the bottom of the tank.

“Let it move over your hand,” Dean said, shifting his hold on Cas until he was gripping around Cas’ wrist.

The stingray rippled over Cas’ hand as it swam along the floor, and Cas let out a startled laugh. “It tickles,” he said, leaning his weight back into Dean again until his hip bumped against Dean’s. They remained that way for several long seconds as the stingray moved over Cas’ hand and continued on its way down the length of the pool.

Dean cast his eyes from the water up to Cas, and their gazes locked for a heart-pounding moment. An unspoken thing passed between them, and Cas momentarily flipped his hand until his palm brushed against Dean’s palm. There was a rush of water that moved around their hands at the motion, but Dean swore he could feel the heat from Cas’ hand radiating up into his.

Movement from a large gray fish broke Dean from the trace and he tipped Cas’ hand palm down again as the fish swam past.

“Fish,” Dean said.

“Sturgeon,” Cas clarified as his fingers grazed along the bony spines of its back until it’s whiskers tickled over the pads of his fingers. “It’s smooth because it doesn't have any scales, but also bony where the cartilage creates these projections.”

Nodding, Dean glided their hands through the water again until they brushed against the sharp roughness of coral.

“It’s different, right? Focusing all your senses on the way something feels,” Dean said quietly.

Cas nodded, letting Deans’ fingers slide into the gaps between his own again. “I’ve never experienced anything quite like it,” Cas said, words whispered reverently between them. And then, said even more quietly, “I remember watching the evolution of these creatures; watching one of the fish climb onto the shore and another angel telling me not to step on that fish because there were big plans for it. I wish I’d known then.”

“Known what?” Dean asked, a sudden lump forming in his throat.

“How beautiful fish could be, and what it was truly like to see them and touch them,” Cas responded, letting Dean maneuver them as another stingray floated through the water right underneath their hands.

Dean tilted his head, watching the way Cas’ expressions shifted from amazement to surprise and delight.

“Do you want to stay here for a little while? We can see if there’s any other creatures on the other side of the pool that you can interact with?”

The smile that Cas gave him was so bright Dean swore it rivaled the sun. “I’d like that very much.”

Letting go of Cas’ hand and stepping away from the water felt like Dean had left a part of himself behind on the edge of the pool. But when they’d found a new spot on the opposite end of the exhibit, Cas’ hand instantly found Dean’s underwater.

They spent an hour at the touchpool interacting with the creatures, but Dean wasn’t paying attention to the animals anymore. All he could focus on was the way Cas’ hand fit perfectly with his own, and how Cas kept their fingers intertwined the entire time. Dean never wanted the moment to end; Cas pressed against him, babbling excitedly about how everything felt, as if they had all the time in the world to linger right there at the edge of the glistening water.

Dusk had fallen by the time they left the aquarium. Walking back to the car, Dean felt drunk on happiness with the tingling sensation of Cas’ fingers still lingering against his hand. Part of him wanted to reach out and grasp Cas’ hand again, but without the pretense of the water, Dean hesitated and the moment slipped by.

But the day had been good; better than anything Dean could’ve hoped for. In all the time he’d known Cas, Dean swore he’d never seen Cas laugh and smile so much.

By the time they climbed back into the Impala, Cas was hiding a yawn behind his hand, automatically dropping his head to rest against the door.

“I think that’s enough excitement for one day. Ready to find a motel and get some sleep?” Dean asked.

Cas’ tired eyes found Dean’s in the muted light from the streetlight above them, and he gave Dean a soft nod. Despite the exhaustion, Dean could still see the etches of happiness lingering in Cas’ expression. Something churned in Dean’s stomach at the sight and he reached out, resting his hand briefly on Cas’ knee with a gentle squeeze.

“Dean,” Cas said, voice infused with affection.

The tenderness was almost too much to bear, and Dean cast his eyes out to the road as they pulled out of the parking lot. “Sap,” he muttered back to Cas, catching the little fond smile on Cas’ face at the light teasing.

Once they were back on the road, Cas closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the door again. Dean noticed, and quickly he fumbled one handed to grab one of his spare jackets from the backseat. He nudged it into Cas’ lap, nodding his head towards the door. “Better to use a jacket as a pillow.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas murmured thickly, scrunching the jacket up and nestling it between his head and the door. Another surge of fondness surged up to wrap around Dean’s lungs, and he forced himself to focus on driving instead of watching Cas drift off to sleep with his head pillowed on his jacket.

It took almost half an hour of driving to find a motel that had any vacancy- why the last 3 were all full was a surprising feat that Dean had rarely encountered- and Dean was tempted to let Cas sleep the rest of the night tucked up in the passenger seat, but he knew from experience that it was more comfortable to drag his exhausted ass into a motel room than to get neck ache from sleeping against the car door. As softly as he could, Dean nudged Cas’ shoulder.

Cas’ eyes immediately fluttered open, Dean’s name on his lips as he catalogued their surroundings with sleepy blinks.

“Hey buddy. Are you ready to get out of the car and get some sleep in a bed?” Dean prompted, keeping his tone gentle in the peaceful darkness of the car.

“Yeah, okay,” Cas said, scrubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

God. The sight was ridiculously cute. Dean’s heart kicked up against his chest, and he forced himself to open the door and step out into the cool night air before he reached out and brushed his hand through Cas’ messy hair. “I’ll go get us checked in.”

He waited until he saw Cas nod before he made his way to the front desk.

A young man looked up as the bell above the door dinged, and the smell of musty haze hit Dean as he stepped into the building.

“Single room with two queens, please,” Dean said, stepping up to the counter.

The man made a face, shaking his head as he dropped a key in front of Dean. “Sorry, dude. I’ve got one room left with one bed. There’s a convention in town and everywhere is booked for miles.”

Well shit. Dean cast his eyes outside to Cas, who was leaning against the hood of the Impala with his shoulders hunched as if he were barely keeping himself standing upright. They were both tired, and searching for another motel when there was a room here felt unnecessarily complicated. They could share a bed, right? It was just for one night. Cas wouldn’t mind, would he?

“Yeah, alright, we’ll take it,” Dean said, lungs suddenly constricting in his chest at the thought of lying inches away from Cas. “Thanks.” Picking up the key, Dean made his way back out to the Impala where Cas had stacked their bags on the curb by his feet.

“Hope you don’t mind sharing,” he said, bending down to grab his overnight bag. “They only had one room left with just one bed.”

“Okay,” Cas said, simple and easy. But was that… was that a smile? Why was Cas smiling about sharing a bed? Surely he wouldn’t want to be crammed up next to Dean after they’d spent all day in each other’s pockets. “I’m following you.”

Shaking his head, Dean hummed vaguely and followed the signs down to their room. Nudging open the door, Dean dumped his bag on the little table by the window. “You can go ahead and take a shower first if you want?”

Cas smiled, tired yet genuine. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, Dean gestured towards the bathroom. “Go for it. I’m just gonna check in on Sam and see how he’s doing.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

Dean watched Cas disappear into the bathroom, and his chest ached as the yearning wrapped thickly around his lungs. God. Any hopes Dean had of this trip dampening his feelings had quickly flown out the window. The ache was even deeper now, and the thought of sharing a bed with Cas all night was more than Dean could handle.

Stepping back outside, Dean sucked in a sharp lungful of air. He really was in trouble now. Calling Sam didn’t seem to distract Dean at all; especially because Sam had nothing exciting to report other than the fact he’d been doing some inventory work around the bunker.

A cold shower would help to tamper down the yearning… well, it would’ve if Dean hadn’t seen Cas emerge from the bathroom in a soft pair of pajama pants and one of Dean’s old tshirts that he’d given to Cas a couple months ago.

Shit. Dean was well and truly smitten.

Cas tugged the blankets around himself as he curled up on the left side of the bed, and Dean felt his heart lurch in his chest. Soft. That was the best word he could find to describe how Cas looked. Hair still damp and flopped across his forehead with a faded maroon shirt highlighting Cas’ tan. The sleepy look in Cas’ eyes was enough to have Dean melting into the floor.

“I’ll be- uh, be right back,” Dean said, locking himself into the bathroom as his heart thundered against his ribs.

There was no escaping the feeling.

By the time Dean made his way back into the room, he expected Cas to be asleep. But instead he was propped up against the headboard and he smiled at Dean the second he saw him. Dean hesitated for a moment at the edge of the bed, before pulling back the covers and climbing in on the other side.

Cas instantly shifted so he was facing Dean, offering him another tired smile. “Today was good. Really good,” he murmured quietly.

Dean felt himself relax into the mattress; tilting until he was lying face to face with Cas. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cas replied. They lapsed into silence for a few moments before Cas admitted, “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

Dean raised an eyebrow in the faint light coming from the single lamp on Cas’ side of the bed, waiting for Cas to clarify what he meant.

“That the simple things in life could be so beautiful,” Cas said after a moment, as if he’d been looking for the right words to describe what he was feeling. “I don’t know what…” Cas paused, tilting his head until his cheek was pressed into the pillow. “I’ve never really known what happiness is. But I think this is what it looks like; what it feels like.”

The words hovered between them, heavy in their confession and yet light in their tone.

“You’re happy?” Dean whispered, barely able to get his voice to escape past his lips.

Cas smiled, gummy and soft, and it was the most beautiful smile Dean had ever seen. “Really, really happy,” Cas said, fingers tugging lightly at the blanket he’d wrapped himself in.

The words settled like honey in Dean’s veins, and he felt himself smile right back at Cas. God, why was he feeling so sappy and why did he want to do anything to keep that smile on Cas’ face?

“Wanna talk about plans for tomorrow? I’ve got another idea you might enjoy that’s on the way back home,” Dean said. The idea had wiggled its way into his head while he’d been brushing his teeth, and he had a feeling it would make Cas smile even more when he suggested it.

“Yeah?” Cas asked, echoing the same tone Dean had used just a couple minutes ago.

“Botanical garden. There’s one on the other side of Kansas City that’s famous for blooming flowers this time of year. I thought you might like to see some of the beauty of nature,” Dean said.

A smitten look crossed Cas’ face; his eyes softening into something extremely tender and affectionate. And then he was leaning across the pillow into Dean’s space. When their lips met, it was the softest brush Dean had ever felt in his life.

Cas pulled back with a little sigh of an exhale, and then dove back in to press their mouths together again. This kiss was even warmer and slower; Cas pressing his body against Dean and Dean wrapping his arms around Cas’ waist to coax him closer.

They broke the kiss with little gasps before closing the gap to kiss again. Cas’ nose brushed against Dean’s, nuzzling delicately, before his fingertips grazed along Dean’s jaw.

Dean’s heart ached in his chest as Cas peppered several quick butterfly pecks against his lips before lingering on the next kiss. Everything seemed to slow down around them, until all of Dean’s senses were overwhelmed with the touch and taste of Cas.

Somehow, Dean had always pictured that kissing Cas would be like an electrical storm; crackling and fizzling and bursting with desperation to make things deeper. But this… this was the most delicate and romantic kiss Dean had ever experienced in his life. Soft and simple; just gentle caresses of their lips melding together with little happy hums.

Cas tilted his head and Dean followed the movement, sliding his hand under the hem of Cas’ tshirt until he was tracing little patterns along Cas’ hip. Each kiss felt like Dean was going to melt into the mattress as Cas huffed a tiny breath against his cheek before kissing him again.

God.

It was so good Dean just couldn’t get enough.

When Cas pulled back with a stuttering breath, Dean chased him, free hand coming up to cup Cas’ cheek as he brushed their noses together again before seeking out Cas’ lips in another kiss.

Quiet little pleased sounds filled the air with the tickle of lips teasing against each other. Cas’ hands had found their way into Dean’s hair, and Dean had all but tugged Cas forwards until he was lying across Dean’s chest. Fast kisses morphed into slow tangible dances as their mouths learned what it felt like to be slotted together.

By the time Dean finally pulled back, resting his forehead against Cas’, he was absolutely breathless and his heart was milliseconds from catapulting out of his chest with how fast it was beating.

“What was that for?” Dean whispered, tracing his fingertips from Cas’ hip to the small of his back.

“Because you’re absolutely… Dean, you’re just… indescribable,” Cas murmured, lips ghosting over Dean’s cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all day. You make me happier than I’ve ever been in my entire existence.”

Something in Dean’s chest burned warm and pleasant through his veins, lighting his heart on fire. This whole time, Cas had felt the same way he did. God. He’d have kissed Cas breathless over those chocolate pancakes had he known that Cas wanted it, too.

Cas tucked himself more comfortably against his side, and Dean looped his arms loosely around Cas’ back.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, breath tickling along Dean’s neck.

“Hm?” Dean hummed quietly.

“Kiss me again.”

This time it was just sleepy little brushes; lips ever-so-softly coming together in chaste touches as they kissed. When Cas pulled back, he muttered something about the botanical gardens and how happy he was. The words were muffled into the collar of Dean’s shirt, and Dean felt the shift as Cas drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When sleep finally caught up to Dean after he spent several long minutes committing this perfect day to his memory, it was with the taste of Cas still lingering against his lips and the feel of Cas’ body pressed against his own.

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