#supernatural story

[tempestuous-lush]

ramble on | chapter 1

summary: This is set within an episode. Specifically, season 1 episode 15. I just changed pieces of the plot to fit in our character. You're Bobby's daughter, seeking answers for your half brother going missing years ago after seeing a missing persons report come up for the county he disappeared in. You come across Sam and Dean by chance, not having seen them for two decades now. And Dean? Well, he couldn't help himself, and neither could you.

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, beginnings of a soft and fluffy dean that we all know him to be.

tags: @ambassadortotrilliusprime

misc: I have a fun little easter egg in here where Dean days the line of this may be my favorite song now. He says Ramble On is tied for his favorite song in season 4. Also, I was going to include more of the episode, but honestly, for this, I wanted to focus on reader and Dean. Most chapters will be original plot. But there will be a few that are woven in with existing episodes.

Also THIS gif is the boyish grin I picture/reference a couple times.

Lovin’, touchin, squeezing…each other. You’re tearing me apart…

Dean couldn’t take his eyes away from you. 

He and Sam had rolled into this small town to look into some strange disappearances in the area. They checked into a motel before heading to the local bar to ask some questions and there you were. Even as Sam asked another question, Dean didn’t hear the answer. Instead he watched as you hustled some poor sap at a game of pool like you’d been doing it all your life. 

His eyes fell on your ass as you leaned over the table to set up another game, those jeans of yours looking awfully tight. Oh yeah. He was having indecent thoughts about you alright. Until Sam elbowed him in the side and muttered, “Dude.”

Dean turned back to who they were interviewing. A local that had witnessed the disappearance. A sob racked her body as she continued, “He just disappeared. I looked away for just a minute because we had gotten into a fight and I didn’t want to see his stupid face. Next thing I know he was just…gone.”

She sobbed again, clearly worked up further by alcohol. 

That was when you walked over and interrupted, “Hey, what’d you two assholes do? They bothering you, sweetheart?”

You pushed yourself between the two brothers and the girl. Part of you felt bad. She had gotten much worse with the drinking after you had sidled in and questioned her just a few days ago. However, part of you didn’t trust the two of them either. You were more than willing to bet your right arm that they weren’t law. No, they were hunters. No way they weren’t. And this was your damn case. No one else’s. 

Dean huffed, “We’re just asking some questions. That’s all. You know, our job.” He flashed a badge at you, your brow lifting in doubt considering you had a glove box full of those. 

The way he looked at you, eyes lingering in places they shouldn’t, made you want to take him down a peg, “Really? Because last time I checked, officer, your job wasn’t to harass women in bars over their missing boyfriends. Nor was it drinking on the job. So leave her alone.”

Sam ran a hand through his hair before clearing his throat, “Right, sorry miss.” He looked towards the girl, Mia, and smiled softly, “We will reach out in the morning, yeah?”

Mia collected her bag and headed towards the door. However, as you turned away and Dean reached out and grabbed your arm, the motion spinning you back to face him. He stared at you a little bit longer before commenting, “Before we go, I couldn’t help but notice you playing pool earlier. Care for a round?”

A pout that suddenly had Dean aching worked its way to your lips as you spoke softly, “Sorry officer, I only play for cash.” 

You watched as his lips tilted up in a smile that suggested he had nothing innocent on his mind as he pulled a wad of cash from his back pocket, “This enough to catch your interest, sweetheart?”

Sam’s eyes grew and he groaned, “Dean, that’s o”-

“It’s fine Sammy. She isn’t gonna win, if she even takes the challenge.” Dean was trying to bait you.

Well, you had names. Dean and Sam. John’s boys. Hell, you hadn’t seen either of them in nearly two decades. It’s no wonder you didn’t recognize them at first. Let alone them recognize you. They definitely grew up. Dean in particular. 

You decided you’d take the bait. 

You laughed a little bit before commenting, “Yeah, that’ll be enough. Care to rack while I get a drink?”

“Absolutely. And, uh, get me one of whatever you’re having?” 

Dean held $30 out to you as he said it, and you took the invitation for a drink from him happily. Less money coming out of your pocket. By the time you made your way back to the pool table, he was ready to break and you placed a whiskey neat in front of him on the side of the pool table, right by his cash.

He held it up to you and took a sip, “Well you’re full of surprises.”

“That so?” 

As you took a sip of your own, tongue rushing across your bottom lip as though savoring the taste, Dean commented, “Yeah, usually when I use that as a pick up, I get the world’s weakest beer.”

“Well, it’s probably because it’s a terrible pick up.”

“It’s a way in.” And god did he want in. 

“Well, standard rules apply. I’ll let you break. You might need the advantage.” The smile that took over your features as you said that, before downing the rest of your whiskey with zero hesitation had Dean speechless. Fucking hell. 

You watched as he lined up his shot to break, his eyes flickering to you momentarily first and smirking when he saw your eyes were on him. He took his shot and landed two stripes right off the bat. Dean popped up with a grin and went to line up another shot just to be distracted by you taking his glass of whiskey and taking a sip, the same time your free hand pulling at the laces of your top to loosen it. 

His shot barely kissed the ball he was aiming for before spinning helplessly off to the side. You handed him his drink before grabbing your own cue and lining up your shot. You sank it with zero hesitation. As you did with every shot after that, until Dean realized you didn’t take his bait. He took yours. 

“Ah hell,” and he knocked back the rest of his drink you left him. You picked up the money and counted it out before him as you sat on the pool table smugly, legs crossed.

As you finished counting you looked up at him, “Wanna tell me why you have this much cash on you, handsome?”

“Would you believe me if I said my brother and I got it running pool?”

He watched as you tried to hide your laughter from him but eventually it won out, Dean’s ears turning red from the slight embarrassment. You peeled a few twenties off of the bundle before holding it out to him, “Your brother, yes. You? No.”

As he reached for the money, his fingers brushing your own with their warmth, he groaned, “You’re killing me, beautiful. I need your name. Please?”

A part of you hesitated. 

He tucked the money away in his back pocket before swiftly uncrossing your legs and finding his way in the middle of them. A frustrated sound escaped him before he encouraged you, “C’mon. You know mine.”

Your senses came back to you, “Only because your brother happened to say it. Otherwise I still wouldn’t.”

As you stood up and effectively pushed him back he added, “You’re right. Let me fix that. Dean. Winchester.”

You gave him your first name only. He stood there waiting for the second half but you didn’t give it. The second you did, he’d realize just who you were. After all, your dad used to give you shooting lessons together, and Singer wasn’t exactly a common surname to just throw around.

Dean pushed for more though, “And what? No last name?”

Singer.

“None that concerns you.”

With that, you headed outside and Dean shot a look at Sam that suggested don’t wait up. 

By the time Dean caught up, you were to your car. He let out a low whistle at the sight of it. He couldn’t help himself. You came to a slow halt, the gravel beneath your feet crunching as he spoke up, “Is that a ‘71 Hemi ‘Cuda?”

“I see you know your cars.”

“The only one I’ve seen is as a heap of junk years ago at a family friend’s. Never seen one in such a good condition.”

You swallowed your smile, fully aware that your car was the heap of junk he was referencing. Not to mention you were technically the family friend. You held the keys in your hand, hesitating ever so slightly, before nodding to your car with a look of mischief that could have stolen Dean’s breath, “Wanna go for a ride?”

“I don’t know…my car is also pretty damn nice.”

“Hmmm let me guess. From how much you like my car, is yours the ‘67 impala I spotted?”

Dean chuckled shyly before looking at the ground, not believing his luck in this tiny town. He looked back up at you and it was your turn to feel your breath escape you, followed by an inability to breathe. Those eyes were settled on you, his voice gruff, laced with something else that made you feel a bit weak, “C’mon beautiful”- and what he said next ruined the magic and made you laugh instead -”I’ll show you mine and you show me yours?”

You covered your mouth to smother your laugh before growing a bit more serious, “Did you talk to the boy yet, Evan? About what he saw?”

Dean drew up short before commenting, “Yeah, kid had good taste in movies. Godzilla vs. Mothra.”

“Not about the movies…about the man getting pulled down under his car. People going missing in this county, it’s rough. A high rate of disappearance. Makes you question things.” 

When it had popped up on your radar that someone had gone missing here, you apologized profusely to John before saying you had to go. And he understood. Your half brother had gotten pulled near here a few years back, disappeared with no trace. Just like you were helping him pursue the yellow eyed demon to avenge his family, he knew that this was important to you. Dean got closer to you in your silence, lost in your thoughts, and pulled you from them by resting his thumb beneath your chin and tugging up. His eyes were imploring yours, that boyish grin gone and replaced with something else, “Who are you?”

Shit. You had said too much. He was suspicious. You would be too. Everything would be screaming at you that you were a hunter, if you were in his shoes. You should tell him who you are. But at this point, it would make things a bit more complicated, since they knew you were working with their father. They’d have questions that you couldn’t answer. 

You smiled softly, “I’m no one, Winchester.”

“Mhm, yeah”- he leaned down slowly before whispering -“I truly doubt that.”

And, before you could register, Dean closed the distance and his lips found yours. Everything in your body came alive in that moment- responding in ways you weren’t expecting. You’d had the childhood crush, sure, but this? Your hands snaked up his chest and around his neck, pulling him towards you. Everything about him felt so good, down to the way the warmth of his hands traveled down your back through the thin cotton of your shirt until you felt him grab hold of your ass and lift you up, your legs wrapping around his torso and opening your mouth to his tongue at the same time. 

Dean groaned into your mouth as he felt the strength of your muscles in your legs, clinging to him, a slight rock of your hips inviting him to get closer. He walked you the few short steps to your car, sitting you on the hood but not breaking contact. God, you felt amazing. He wasn’t sure what to expect but it wasn’t this. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. His fingers wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled you ever closer and you broke the kiss to barely get the words out, “I think we shoul- should take that ride, Dean.”

He kissed you again before huffing, “Let’s take yours…it’s closer.”

“Let’s.”

As he broke contact, you craved for the warmth he took with him, before clambering off the hood to get in on the driver’s side. Starting the car, you backed out of the parking lot. As you hit the gas pedal, you suddenly felt braver, feeling nearly high from the contact you’ve had. Your hand found his thigh, and a smile crept to your face as you heard a sharp inhale from him at the movement. Dean commented, “I gotta say, beautiful, this is not where I saw my night going.”

You pulled over on the side of the road and looked towards him, “I didn’t either.”

You put the car in park and left the engine running, music playing softly as you moved across the space and straddled his lap. You smiled before teasing, “Know my favorite thing about older cars?”

“What’s that?” His hands grabbed hold of your thighs without thinking, body running on instinct as he pulled you to move against him. You fell forward, the floral smell of your shampoo washing over him from your hair and he marveled at the sweet scent before his cock reacted to your even sweeter moans. You nearly whispered in his ear, since if you spoke any louder, you’d break and not be able to form the words, “More room.”

You rolled your hips again against him, picking up your speed as you pulled your thin cotton shirt over your head. Dean wasn’t sure what to expect, but the black balconette bra you wore was not it. 

His eyes scanned over your body hungrily, his rough fingers trailing in their wake. The pads of his fingers glanced over your pebbled nipples beneath the thin black lace and he was rewarded with a catch in your breath, your eyes flickering open wider if only for a second. His fingertip trailed over your stomach, lingering on a scar along your stomach. You had gotten it on a hunt years ago. Claw marks. You remarked, “Grew up out in the mountains for a bit. Got too close to a black bear.”

If a black bear was a wendigo.

“Makes you even more beautiful,” Dean commented as he reached around and unclasped your bra, and as you removed it his hands immediately kneaded into the flesh, teasing and pulling at your nipples further. Thrusting  up against you, his hard cock pushing against his jeans, his mouth fell on your tits one at a time before his tongue lapped at one of your nipples and sucked hard. You cried out for him and he groaned, his mouth still full of your flesh, tongue hot against you. 

Quickly, you flipped to sit in his lap, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, Dean helping you push them past your knees and to your ankles. You quickly returned to your spot, the bare skin of your thighs now exposed for Dean to admire with his touch. And you? You were desperate for more, now. So, against your better judgment that had long since left, you unzipped his jeans and freed his cock. 

You panted, “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” You guided your soaked lace underwear along his cock, leaving no doubt of just how aroused you were.

“Well you just keep getting better and better…” That was when Dean realized something. Something very important. He grimaced at the thought of stopping, “Any condoms I have are in my bag in my car.”

You dragged your hips again against his length before whispering, “I take birth control, Dean.”

It was all the permission he needed. Lifting you just enough, pulling your underwear to the side with one hand, he grabbed his cock and dragged the tip along your pussy. As he lined up with you, you lowered yourself once again and your head rolled back at the feeling of him stretching you near your limits until finally you were fully seated atop him. Dean latched onto one of your nipples again, the feel of you tightening in response making him want to fuck you into oblivion, the heat and wetness of your bare walls almost too much for him to take.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead against his, and when he slightly moved his hips beneath you the two of you shakily whispered at the same time, “Fuck me.”

The motion stilled as you looked at each other, his boyish grin breaking out as you laughed slightly before biting your bottom lip. His thumb pulled your chin, freeing your lip and you couldn’t help yourself, “If you insist.”

At that you rolled your hips and lifted your ass a couple of inches before coming down on his cock again. Dean’s hands grabbed the thick meat of your ass and used his hands to guide you along impatiently, eager to see and feel you cum around him as he was buried deep inside of you. The sound of skin slapping and the wetness of your arousal mixed with grunts and groans of pleasure from him, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, moans and pants for more from you filled the car. 

All the while, the music of your 8 track continued playing in the background. I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl. On my way I've been this way ten years to the day. Ramble on. Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.

Dean found himself thinking about how that was you. It was as though you were pulled straight from his dreams. And he’d do anything for you at this moment, and any moment in the future. 

He was pulled from his thoughts as you reached down to the side of the seat and pulled the lever, slamming him back into the present as you followed him and used the new angle to ride him into further pleasure as you kissed him once more. Dean’s hands found a new home, one tangled in the back of your hair and the other caressing your cheek. Your hips slowed instinctively, wanting to savor this moment. 

You broke the contact first, your hands resting under the hem of his t-shirt. 

You wanted to feel your skin against his. The more of him that touched you, the more sated you would be. You tested the fabric before settling on your next course of action. You grabbed fistfulls of it before pulling and ripping the fabric up and up until the planes of his chest were exposed to you. You smiled wickedly at him as he looked at you, “M’wanted to feel you on me.”

Without further explanation you leaned forward again and the heat of skin was flush with yours and Dean’s arms wrapped around you and pulled you tightly to him, using what space he had to buck up inside of you at a punishing pace. You cried out for him, pussy spasming around him as you tried to fight off the feeling fast approaching, until one arm freed you to reach around and slap your ass and grabbed it to further hold you in place, his gunts falling swiftly and mixed with soft curses as he also bit back his pleasure. His gruff voice commanded, “C’mon beautiful. Cum on my cock. Make that pretty pussy messier for me, yeah?”

“Oh fuck, Dean” - you were so close - “m’gonna” -

Dean cut you off with a growl, his fingertips nearly bruising your back, “Yesss.”

“M’fuck!”, you screwed your eyes shut, focusing on the feeling building in your core, threatening to break any moment. Again your name fell from his  lips, this time mixed with soft commands - “cum for me beautiful” - another grunt - “cum on me baby” - your name followed by a hiss of pleasure - “gonna cum inside of you and let you know what it’s like to be full” - a cry escaped you and Dean realized exactly what you wanted - “like the idea of me dripping out of you beautiful” - your hips began quivering as he fucked you more - “gonna ruin that pretty pussy with my cock” - another snap of his hips with a change of angle hitting your g spot instead - “you’re gonna feel so good full of me that you won’t want for anyone else.”

Your nails dug into the skin of his chest as the rest of you let go, your walls spasming and a bit of white in your vision as you screamed out his name. You came hard and fast. Dean thought of what his cock must look like driving into you, covered in your cream and he kissed you again as he bottomed out and held you down, spilling his warm cum inside of you. He relished in the feel of filling you, always using a condom or pulling out. But cumming inside of you? As he held you there against him, he couldn’t help but think of just how right it felt. The two of you lay there, catching your breath and thinking of what just transpired. Your eyes wide at what just happened, you buried your face into the skin of his chest. Meanwhile, Dean’s face was glazed over with pleasure and hints of what anyone who didn’t know him would think would be love.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. I can't find my bluebird. I listen to my bluebird sing. I can't find my bluebird. I keep rambling, baby.

Dean lazily spoke up, his voice a low and crackly timber, “I might have a new favorite song now, beautiful.”

Much to his disappointment, you kissed him and slowly pushed yourself up before finding your shirt in the driver’s seat. You pulled the shirt on, not bothering with the bra, and sat up to meet you before playfully biting and sucking one of the perfect nipples through your shirt. 

As difficult as it was, you chastised him and commented, “We should get back. I hope you have a spare pair of jeans in your car because if not…sorry about that.”

You opened the car door and pushed yourself off of him, already aching for him to fill you once again. Your underwear slid back into place though as you stepped out of the car and pulled your jeans back up, zipping them and buttoning the two buttons. A shiver raced through you as you felt his cum leak against your pussy. By the time you turned to face him and the open car door, he had put himself as together as he could. His cock was tucked away in his jeans, his black torn shirt bundled in his hands and clearly what he used to clean up, flannel buttoned up with the top two undone. Another shiver as you met his eyes, those beautiful eyes looking at you with near possession. What you said next made him huff, “Thank you.”

“Mmm, beautiful, if anything, I should be thanking you.”

The two of you drove back to the bar in silence and when you pulled up next to the impala he leaned across the space and kissed you bye, lingering after to ask, “Why won’t you tell me your last name?”

“Now? Because it’ll ruin the night, Dean. But, I’m sure I’ll see you later, yeah? Go find your brother, go to the motel, and get some sleep. And maybe a shower.” A soft laugh escaped you and why? Was it nerves? Were you nervous at what his reaction would be when he realized the truth of who you were? A little. After all, your dad could scare away just about anyone with his surly demeanor and that shotgun. However, the difference was, Dean would know that when Bobby Singer threatened someone with his shotgun it wasn’t a threat. It was a warning. One he would follow through on. 

His thumb traced your bottom lip before commenting, “I better see you later.”

He kissed you once more before getting out of the car, just for you to see him falter slightly as he got to the impala. You rolled down the window and called out, “Dean?”

When he didn’t answer you, you got out of the car and walked behind him, hand on his back, “Dean?”

“This is Sam’s.”

Realization dawned on you. Sam disappeared in the parking lot, at night, just like so many others had. You grimaced and gave his shoulder a squeeze, “We’ll find him, yeah? We’ll find what took him, hunt it, and kill it.”

That’s when you caught his attention, and he turned to face you, studying your features before his eyes grew a little larger with realization, your old childhood nickname falling from his lips and you looked down at the ground, “The one and only. Nice to see you again, Dean.”

“We” - he pointed his finger at him then at you before giving you a stern face that made you want to almost laugh - “are gonna find Sam and then have a bit of a talk. Get in the car.”

He opened up the trunk and took his jacket off, then his flannel, and pulled on another soft t-shirt. As he went to tug on his flannel and jacket you commented, “Yes, sir.” As you passed him, you slapped his ass before climbing into the passenger side. Dean shook his head in disbelief. Of all the people, in all the towns. And no wonder he didn’t recognize you. His tongue ran across his bottom lip before he sucked on his teeth. Slamming the trunk shut, he caught a glimpse of you through the back glass and thought of everything that had just happened and how he would gladly do it again. Speaking under his breath, he commented, “I’m going to hell, and Bobby is gonna be the one to send me there.”

As he got in the car, he noticed you staring out the window at something, “What’s got your attention?”

“We might have caught a break.” You nodded upwards, “Maybe that camera caught something. Think you can get the owner to offer up the tape, Dean?”

“If it’s the same burly guy from earlier tonight, you might have a better chance than me.”

“Oh come on Dean.”

He looked at you, that sly smile on his lips despite the predicament, “Yeah, gunner?”

There it was, that stupid childhood nickname. All because you could outshoot him as a kid, and you smiled knowing you still could. You huffed and resigned for one reason only. Needed to find Sam. Opening the door, you sighed, “I’ll be right back.”

Famous last words.

Dean waited until the last car left, feeling more and more uneasy until then, and decided to go and check. Pulling on the door, it didn’t budge. It was locked shut. Where the hell were you? He muttered a few curses under his breath before the realization set in. You gave him a really nice lead. It was obvious someone that worked here was involved in some way or the other. He needed to find both of you now. Which meant one thing, and only one thing, he was gonna have to go to the cops. 

You opened your eyes, gasping for breath as you came to. The first thing you saw was metal bars. Everything was ringing. With a wince, you felt your forehead and your hand came back sticky with blood. The next thing you registered was a voice. Your voice answered the muffled noises, “S-Sam?”

Things began to clear in your vision and you realized just what you were in. It was a cage, bars of wrought iron and from the looks of things, heavily locked. You looked towards him and commented, “Been a long time Sam. Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar earlier. I don’t know if you remember me but”-

He interrupted you by saying your name, questioning. You nodded and chuckled, “In the flesh.” 

Clearing your throat, your fingers wrapped around the bars to test them. You lifted your legs up and swung into the gate and Sam sighed, “I wouldn’t bother. Already tried like hell.”

By the time Dean found out where you were taken to, along with Sam, he was running on adrenaline. Sam being taken was already a dilemma. You being taken? It was making his nerves wrecked in a way he couldn’t understand. The damn cop that was helping him had left him cuffed to her damn car but he had managed to free himself. Barely. He fell back and followed the slow moving truck to a house that had seen better days and made his way to the back, just to venture into a barn to find Sam. Though, his breath didn’t release till he also heard you crack a joke, “Had to send me to talk to the owner, huh, Dean?”

“Well”- Dean came into your view and crouched down to smile at you -”I was right about one thing. He definitely liked you.”

“Nah, it wasn’t the owner. It was just some asshole out by the back exit that found me as I was looking around. I mouthed off and he said he’d have fun coming after me with an attitude like that. Knocked me out cold.”

That’s when Sam chimed in, “It’s just people.”

“...h-hello?”

“That’d be the cop that brought me here. Hey officer, gonna head back out and look for the key to this switch box, get the three of you out of there and get the hell out.”

You were quick to respond, almost too quick, “Dean, be careful. Not sure how many the”-

“Aww c’mon gunner, I got this, yeah?”

Well, the four of you stood outside of the house a little while later, the police officer telling the three of you to clear out before the FBI and the police showed up. You looked at Dean and asked, “You said they had cars out back. Any chance they brought mine in?”

“Thankfully, yeah. We’d have to find the keys though.”

You smiled, “I have a spare in the glovebox.”

The three of you rode in silence back to town, and you pulled up next to their car, parking. With a smile you looked in the backseat at Sam and commented, “It’s been fun, guys. Really. Call me on the next run that involves killers that keep it in the family, yeah?”

Sam smiled before responding, “Yeah, see yah. Thanks for the ride.”

As he and Dean both got out, you stayed in the car, your thumbs playing with the leather wrapped wheel. Sam walked over to the impala and turned to see if Dean was coming. Dean stopped and stood there, debating. With a grimace of uncertainty, he turned back to your car and leaned down so that he could see you through the open window. You glanced at him, and he opened his mouth to speak, “Lo”-

-“it was a one time thing, Dean. I already know that. And I get it. It works out better this way.”

Dean stopped himself from what he was saying. Look, I don’t know what that meant to you, but I’d like to maybe do that again. In bed. On purpose. A soft smile tugged at his lips, contrasting with what he felt inside at your words. It hurt. But, also, you were probably right. It would work out better this way. And, he’d get over it. So, instead he nodded softly before tapping his hand on the door frame and opening his hand in a wave, “I was just gonna say, tell him hi for me.”

“Yeah, yeah okay Dean.” You put your car in drive, and Dean took his weight off of it and stepped back, watching you drive off until he couldn’t make out the details of your car. A frustration washed over him when he realized this didn’t feel right. Not at all. 

He sighed and shook it off, knowing that you were right. He couldn’t give you what you deserved. Though he wasn’t fully sure exactly what that was, he wasn’t in a position to give.

Dean turned to Sam who had an incredulous face, "Please tell me you didn't."

Dean cleared his throat, "Shut up and get in the car, Sammy."

"He's gonna kill you if he f"-

-"then let's keep it so that he doesn't find out."

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To say Elias is a gruff person is to say the least. But you know he has some good will in him behind the non-bothered no nonsense act. He did act to save you, without asking anything in exchange. Though, if you would describe him, you would say he is more like a sulking teddy bear. Yeah, you should probably not say that to him. Elias is probably the only one you're quite certain— not certain, certain, but quite certain — is a human. You have your doubt for the rest of the team. 

"If you think a day can't go shittier than it already is, be my guest."

Appearance : Human, or you can say super-human. 1.97m/6'46. Deep blue sea/cobalt blue eyes. Long white wavy hair (past shoulders). Tanned and weathered  ivory skin. Athletic build with broad shoulders.  3 o clock shadows. 

Has a 4 years old daughter.

[Moodboard]

How could you describe Anya ? Like the mist ? Always shrouded in mystery ? This is her. She is the incarnation of mystery.  She told you she was 31 years old, but you don't really believe the woman. You think she can bewitch the whole city with her smirk, if it's not already the case. But that smirk she puts on her face makes you not trust her that much. Unless it's a question of life and death. Then, probably, you'll consider her help.

"Why work hard when you can work smart ?"

Appearance : A witch, most assuredly. 1.63m/5'34. Hazel eyes. Sultry black hair,  mid-back length. Golden skin. Lithe built.  

[Moodboard]

Miloslav [M] / Mishka [F] / Marcy [NB]

Sheppard seems to be directly in competition with Elias for the title of "Grumpy human of the year".  Though, where Elias appears mostly unbothered in and for all, Sheppard just seems really on edge about everything.  And tense. But you guess it's because of their taxing and demanding work. Or maybe they were just born edgy. It's almost as if their hackles were constantly raised.  But they can be sweet. Somehow.

"Some people are looking for the meaning of life. I'm just looking for what "vacation" means and where I can find it."

Appearance : Not human... 1.78m/5'83. Forest green eyes. Curly auburn hair, cut short. Pale skin with freckles. Athletic build. 

[Moodboard]

Have you already seen in the eyes of someone some age old lost wisdom ? Flowing like crystal clear water from a time where you weren't even born. Something worth admiring. This is what you can see in their eyes.  Despite being a giant, they are a tranquil, very tranquil person. Now that you think about it, you've never seen them eat. Nor drink. This is suspicious. 

"If someone points you the moon, don't stare at the finger."

Appearance : Surely not human. 2.06m/6'76. Sky blue eyes. Long coiled hair, dyed sandy blond (braided with gold thread). Chocolate brown skin. Lithe build. Nose septum piercing. 

[Moodboard]

Yu is, like, the opposite of Mbaya, whilst being almost similar. In front of you stand something from a past long gone. But, instead of tranquility, Yu is a bubbly person. Almost too bubbly.  And you're almost sure that they own at least half the club and bar of  Stonefrey. If not more. Something about the way they move, silently, and almost feline-like, makes you doubt they are human. 

"I'm not saying I don't care. I'm just saying that, if the whole city was about to burn down, I'll still take the time to appreciate my glass of whiskey."

Appearance : Definitely not human. 1.65m/5'61. Black eyes. Dark brown hair (Yi-seo: Shoulder length hair/Yunsu : Ivy league crew cut). Olive skin. Muscular build. 

[Moodboard]

Well. If you could say a word about Owl, you would say that they are dramatic. And fanciful. And they have a flourish for snarking remarks, and seem to have an ego as big as their wardrobe probably is. But what you would say the most is that they are wearing their name well. Owl, for their knowledge. That you could use. If they were on your side, that is, and totally not a wild card. 

"Everyone is such a bore in this city. Well, so long as you owe me — I mean, pay me. And entertain me. Surely this can work, Love."

Appearance : You're not sure. 1.79m/5'9. Verdigris-colored eyes. Wavy platinium blond hair (F. : Chin-length plunging square cut/M. : Styled curtain hairstyle). Fair and flawless skin. 

[Moodboard]

You have met a nightmarish creature, will probably meet vampire, and werewolves — oh, you've met a witch as well. So now, here they are, an elf. Yes, an Elf. Like in Lord of the Things. In the city. With sunglasses. And their impassible way. Iolrath, child of Rivaran and Iltheruyn, they told you, as they were looking around at "mortals and their ways". Nice.

"Why must I say something ? Isn't silence acceptable in a discussion ?"

Appearance : It's very obviously an elf. 1.82m/6'0. Violet eyes. Long silver hair (reach mid-tight ). Shimmery skin. Elvish build of fairness.  Obvious pointed ears. 

[Moodboard]

What is most important is your mental health. This story can deal with heavy themes, and the list will be updated along with the content. If you feel unwell, I'll advise you to stop reading and take a rest. Taking care of you comes first. Reach out to professional if need be.

 You can find the content warning  here and the side bar, directly in game.  

This story currently contains :

Blood

Body horror 

Cannibalism (mention only)

Death and depiction of death (yours as well as others)

Drowning

Gore

Gun and use of gun

Recreational drug and/or alcohol use 

Partial nudity and/or nudity

Psychological horror and disturbing content (including mental illness)

Strong/vulgar Language

Violence and graphic depiction of violence

The story, all names, characters, locations and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Only the first part of Case 01 (chapter 1) is available. There will be at least 8 cases, with no definite length. 

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[Stonefrey moodboard]

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[forgetminot]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request a Dean Winchester x Male hunter reader who looks like and has skills like a gunslinger, what if he saves Dean from a vamp or laviathin? Your choice, with what looks to be an old western revolver (it's not the Colt!)

I Don't Bite.

♡ Dean Winchester x !Male reader ♡

[ Warnings : Blood, guns, knives, violence, a corpse, a dead werewolf, awkward Dean and reader]

Author's Note : I decided to go with a werewolf instead of a vamp/leviathan so that the reader can shoot the gun, because vamps can only be beheaded similar to leviathan's... If that makes sense? I hope that's okay!

Summary: You find Sam and Dean during one of your hunts and save Dean from a werewolf's grasp.

The luminous glow from the moon gleamed down onto the dusky alley, lighting your way as you walked.

You saw the blood first, the walls and floor both drenched in crimson. You sigh, hand held on tightly to the grip of your revolver and carefully make your way around the mess in front of you, following the trail of blood smeared across the concrete.

You pause mid step, eyes falling to the corpse that lay on the ground and approach slowly, kneeling down beside the girl. Your eyes scan over her bruised and bloody body, stopping at her chest. "Her heart is missing." You whisper to yourself.

Turning, you quickly raise your weapon, aiming at the warehouse door that just slammed shut. You take a quick glance around the alley, before heading for said door. You press on the metal bar lightly, making your way into the building and closing the door quietly behind you.

You stand still for a moment, listening carefully. Hoping to hear any clues before you venture into the unknown. "Sammy!" You raise your eyebrow at the panicked voice and hurry through the building following the sound of the commotion. You raise your silver knife, slashing forwards and sending the creature stumbling away from its prey in pain. You draw your revolver, shooting two silver rounds straight into the werewolf's heart. The man stands, rushing over to his partner and helping him up from the ground. He checks him over, making sure he's not hurt. He doesn't expect you to be so swift at shooting the gun from his hand.

"What the hell?" He shouts, this time reaching for his knife.

"You had a gun aimed at me." You state. "I wouldn't reach for that." You hold your revolver up, aiming it straight at the man's hand. "Wouldn't want to accidentally hit you."

"Dean. Don't."

"He nearly shot me Sam!" Dean replies, moving his hand away from his knife.

"Because you aimed your gun at him!" Sam hissed, glaring daggers at Dean.

"I don't bite." You say, reverse spinning your revolver between your fingers and placing it back into its holster. "Not like that- tried to do to you." You motion towards the werewolf.

"You from the 1860s or something?" Dean questions, eyeing your revolver. You chuckle, shaking your head from left to right. "Some uh- nice skills you got there." He coughs awkwardly.

"Thank you. Dean." You turn your attention to the younger man. "Sam, was it?" He nods. "Are you guys... Partners, or something?"

"Oh, god no!" Dean splutters. "He's my damn brother."

"Thats... Not- what I meant." You smile, slightly embarrassed.

"We should get out of here." Sam says. "Before you two make this anymore awkward than it already is." You laugh, looking down at your boots.

"Lead the way."

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[localcanadiancryptid22]

(i've been waiting forever to do this ahahahahahahahaha). Author's notes: The radcliffemobile is remy's car,it's a red truck car with many seats. Edit: Added the series title,and the chapter title n' number. And the "the radcliffes series" tag.

The radcliffes series

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙: Japan flights and dragon bites

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The entire radcliffe family are getting chased by a golden dragon while they're riding the radcliffemobile on a steep mountain,remy is driving and mars is desperately holding onto the car seat as the family is going through the rocky mountain road. The golden dragon then bites the back of the car off which causes the kids at the back to almost get flinged off but they quickly hold onto the seats in front of them before they do. "How the hell did this happen?!." remy yells to mars while still driving like his life depended on it,because it does. "Well SOMEONE decided to touch a statue that very clearly said 'do not touch' and look where it got us!." mars replies as they make a face of disappointment from remy's stupid decision. Remy then swerves to a different part of the mountain trail and opens his mouth to speak. "I didn't know that it was a MAGIC statue!." remy remarks to mars. "Whatever we'll talk about this later just keep driving or else we're all gonna die!." mars exclaims to remy and then they scream from the golden dragon almost biting them but then sigh in relief after it doesn't. The family keep riding along the mountain in hopes that the dragon would eventually stop,but it never did and it's been four hours since they started driving away from it. "What the fuck does the damn giant lizard want anyway?!." momo asks remy,annoyed that everyone is getting chased by a dragon instead of enjoying their family trip in japan. "I don't know but maybe we woke it up and now it's pissed!- AAAHHHHH!." remy screams along with everyone else as the car falls into a cliff while the family is still inside. The car suffers various forms of damage from the fall such a broken roof shattered windows and missing tires but the family luckily survives despite their car being absolutely wrecked. The golden dragon then proceeds to corner the family after it catches up to them with everyone shaking from fear. "P-Please don't eat us. We just wanted to have a fun family trip." rocket says while crying and sweating profusely. The dragon then sits down in front of the family and opens it's mouth to speak. "Eat you all?. No no no no that's not what i was going to do." the dragon says to the family. "Wait really?. Then why were you chasing us?." jojo asks the dragon. "Well after your father woke me up from my well deserved slumber,i saw that he left an orange cat plushie beside my leg so i decided to run after your family car to give it back. It's been hiding underneath my tongue the whole time. Also where are my manners?,my name is aurelius,nice to meet you all." aurelius the golden dragon says to the family as he grabs the the orange cat plushie from his tongue which he gives to remy who gives it to fox as it's her plushie. "Thank you aurelius. I'm glad that you're not pissed from me waking you up and that it's all just a misunderstanding since you were chasing us to give cunning back to fox." remy says to aurelius. "You're welcome and don't worry i was just annoyed about that. Well i shall take my leave,goodbye radcliffes." aurelius the dragon says to the family as he flies away to his place in the center of tokyo. Rocket fox mars as well as the others wave goodbye to the dragon as they all feel a wave of relief wash over them from knowing that the dragon wasn't trying to kill them. Remy then looks at the car and then he yells at aurelius,pointing at the shattered car which aurelius realizes is still broken and so he offers to let everyone ride on his back in order to get back to yokohama,everyone gets on aurelius' back and then the dragon flies them to yokohama,with everyone bidding the dragon a final farewell upon reaching their destination. 'What a fascinating turn of events.' remy thinks to himself as he enters a gift shop along with his family.

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[insomniac-dot-ink]

By the Morning Light

Rory chased off two junkyard dogs on his way into the salvage yard that morning. He called one of them Pesto (short for Pest) and the other Barnaby because Rory thought it a hateful name. “Serves you right, Barnaby,” he groused. The creature always stuck his nose in Rory’s crotch and nosed his pockets for food. None here, Pesto. It was early and the only sounds came from squawking birds and snuffling animals.

This scrap yard had been abandoned decades before Rory was alive. The only things left were the carcasses of 90’s computers and the plastic frames of microwaves. Metal and filaments and anything smaller than a breadbox had already been scooped up. There weren't even flies left. But Rory was small and if he went alone, he figured he might have better luck.

Rory swung his stick back forth, poking stray office chairs and wilted carboard boxes. He made it halfway across the fenced area. Then the air filled with charms. The corner of his eyes prickled and his throat closed. Something sang out. Maybe because the scrap yard was empty. Maybe because spring began in earnest. Maybe because he was the unlucky sort.

There was a glow like sun off fresh snow and the scent of rain. She asked for blood.

“Hello?” His voice sounded brittle to his own ears. Rory clenched down and called louder, “You want something?” He wiped away the stray tears and squared his shoulders. Too damn early for this. Following the noise, he rounded a mossy refrigerator.

Time seemed to draw to a halt. His eyes went wide. It was like something out of the bible or a fairy tale–though Rory hadn’t read much of either. He tilted his head all the way back. She was long and twisty like inverted smoke, glowing white instead of charcoal. Her form zigzagged across the space, stark against the piles of junk and drab trees. Dogs yapped in the distance and birds took flight behind her head.

She spoke again. Rory winced.

“Excuse me?” he asked, voice shaking only a little. His hearing wasn’t very good and a part of him was hoping he’d blink and she would be gone. That it wouldn’t speak again. That angel’s asking for blood was a onetime thing and she’d lose interest.

The thing looked like a headache brewing in your frontal lobe. He tried not to look too closely. Two pairs of eyes became twenty. Snaky arms became branches that became trees. Wings stretched so big you forget the sky.

She spoke again. Her voice was chimes and gongs and things that reverberated through your bones. Not words at all but you knew what they meant. She asked for blood.

“Right now?” Rory rubbed his arm. The thing should know that he wasn’t a bible man. Even if this was normal from biblical times, but he didn’t go around losing his mind or asking for favors. He squinted into the angel's face. “I'm kind of busy. Find a priest maybe? I’m not one of yours.”

He bowed his head slightly, trying not to offend her. It was one of those ugly-beautiful things. Like how people describe Abraham Lincoln in their journals. Rory’s dad had a thing about old Abe, but he supposed you have to be about something.

Rory wasn’t interested in finding his thing right then– such as feeding Angel’s blood.

She said something and the sentence took a whole minute to form. An offering. Rory narrowed his eyes, gripping the stick in his hand tighter. “What would I want your blood for?” Blood for blood. That didn’t seem like much of a deal for someone who didn’t drink the stuff. He took a step back. “You one of those demons they go on about? Like, a disguised one?” The angel’s entire form rippled. She reached out a long and splintering hand, fracturing in light like bolts of lightning. He covered his eyes to stop white spots from filling his vision. She said her name and he doubled over. A real headache thumped behind his eyes.

“Alright, alright!” he called out, covering his ears and gasping for air. “You’re an angel. I hear you.” Luckily, she didn’t say her name again. Though she asked for blood.

“And what if I don’t get it for you?” he griped. He he didn’t visit junkyards to adopt stray dogs or feed holy animals. The whole damn world wants something.

The smoke rippled and the angel’s form seemed to shudder. She pulled back and Rory drew closer, yielding his stick like a shield. The angel seemed to be springing from an old truck. A terrible rusty beast with the tires popped, the front half crushed, and hood sprouting grass.

The angel appeared to grow from the inside like a plant as something silvery coated the seats. She repeated her plea.

Rory wrinkled his nose. “Tell me what you want it for.” Unbelievable. Bargaining with the devil. His dad would love this one if he didn’t interrogate him about being alone out here. Because that’s how you get the good stuff, dad.

He kind of wished his dad was there now. The angel cocked her head to the side and there was something deeply human about the movement. A sickness washed over him and Rory shuddered. The chimes clamored inside his skull.

“Okay, okay! You're not a demon!” He put up his hands. “I don’t need your name again, jeez.”

Rory huffed, studying the creature. He wondered if it was here because of a shrine built on the hill once upon a time or if because of the remoteness. Scavengers and nature alike had stripped it of most things. Trees growing up through stray tires and vines growing up through the bones of bicycles. He jutted his chin out.

“This isn’t really angel country.” The thing had to know that the people who prayed to angels were in the cities. Single mothers and television personalities and Los Vegas gamblers on a hot streak. He wanted to tell the angel to go find them, but instead he asked, “Do you really grant miracles? Is that how this works?”

The smoke of the angel rippled and the voice coursed through him. The ugly-beautifulness of it like rain slick days where puddles filled with oily rainbows. Or how his father cried at the TV show MASH every night for a week.

Rory looked up. “Promise?”

The angel promised. He searched his pockets and rounded the truck, keeping the creature in view. Fourteen and he’d have to add “encounters” to his bullshit stories no one would believe. His neighbor Florence would love that– she’d been abducted in ‘93 she swore. Right before her husband passed away in the crash.

Rory held out his hand. “Only a little.” The angel twisted in place, looming overhead like the sun. Rory held his breath. Time seemed to slow, and he studied the headache of her face. He held the knife to his palm. “Just a little . . .” he repeated.

She opened her maw. There were teeth somewhere and a light so immense that itched down your throat and into your palms. Something twinkled within and collapsed within a blink. Glittering and cold, the mouth opened wide.

A bird called from somewhere and Rory paused. He was lucky.

A junkyard dog jumped on the roof of the car. Rory barely had time to react. “Don’t!”

The smoke cleared and he knew then, he knew. Rory fell to his knees. Tears sprang to his eyes and fell freely. "Wait!"

The angel caught the dog in both hands and the mouth that wasn’t a mouth bit down. The dog didn’t bleed. It was reduced to a tiny whining ball of fur. The puppy kicked its feet to the air. The angel twisted its splintering hands. A grown ancient hound bayed to the heavens.

Elderly dog to puppy and back again, expanding and collapsing all at once. The air burned a silvery-white. Rory's ears rang. Singing and roaring and weeping in a way that was singing. And then nothing.

He wiped at his eyes, pressing his palms into the sockets. He found the spots wouldn’t disappear. The minutes slowly sank back in. Grass imprinted against his cheek. A stray cicada called. His muscles ached and he realized he was curled up on the ground. An earthy smell and something a bit rotted reminded him to breath.

A lone car passed in the distance. Rory flexed his hands over and over and unlocked his knees. He turned onto his side, inhaling in and out.

The ancient truck had disappeared. A broken stove and several keyboards were stacked in place of the angel. Dogs barked from somewhere and the sun warmed Rory’s face. His ears rang and when he got to his feet, his knees shook.

He ran all the way home. His dad grabbed his shoulders on the way in and studied his face. Rory never found the words to explain the shaking or why he might not stop. Instead, he sat on the couch drinking warm milk and watched MASH for a fourth time. Watching his father from the corner of eye. What if I hadn't come home? He stopped going to the junkyard alone.

Several weeks passed before he found out. A family had died in a car crash in ‘93. The fact burned like a sunburn in his head. That’s what Florence had said about the crash–his Florence. This Florence said they got lucky. Everyone gets lucky sometimes, she said.

Rory’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth at that.

He didn’t start going to church even if he should have. Fear and belief wrapping into one.

Rory started adopting dogs from off the street. Wrapping them in his arms and carrying them all the way home even as they kicked and nipped. Pesto was first. She shook as he untangled her long fur, wrapping the sores on her paws and shaving off the mats. He asked her if she remembered. If there were two of them. God, he murmured. He hoped so. Little creatures have to stick together.

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Thanks for reading!! If you enjoyed the story please consider buying me a coffee, and check out my Sapphic urban fantasy book 🌸

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[vaporeon2010317]

Psst...

Who wants to help me with my short story?

You can give ideas or give potential answers to some of the questions I made for myself to answer to develop the plot. You don't have to.

It's a retelling of a spooky story made long ago...

#short story #retelling #supernatural #supernatural story #spooky #the legend of sleepy hollow

[danya-mcgarrett]

when you’re too into lestappen ship and halloween theme, and you start writing short fanfictions about this lovey-dovey couple 👀

thanks for perfect collage @alejandro-alrus 🖤

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[your-not-invisible-to-me]

The Imaginary Friend Masterlist

The Imaginary Friend 

Ship: Chuck Shurley x Original Female Character 

Summary: Ranger Winchester has spent her whole life immersed in the world of monsters, so the last thing she questions is being able to talk to a voice in her head. What happens when Ranger, Sam, and Dean are on a case, and she meets the owner of the voice she’s heard all her life? 

As of 2022, this fic is discontinued. That being said though, never say never! 

Chapters: 

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | 

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[major2501]

I've finally finished the first draft of the first book in my novel, My First Coven after nearly 3 years. Now on to editing it. The whole thing can be read over on wattpad if you're interested. Let me know what you think! 😀

#writing #original fiction #british writer #novel writing #witches #coming of age #boarding school #vampires #england #romantasy #romance story #supernatural story #fantasy novel #fantasy #wattpad

[moljh]

The Others

Supernatural Series

Blurb:

Life was never kind. This was one truth that she knew too well. Life had never been easy, had never been the luxury of simple. The life of a hunter was never easy or simple though. She wasn't born into the life, had been swept into it through tragedy. She worked alone and liked it that way, without connections, you couldn't get hurt. 

Chapter 1

It was dark and disgusting. Sweat clung to my skin, like the blood and dirt that I could feel stuck to my clothes. All I could do was keep crawling, it was too late now to turn back, the light from the flashlight had gone out ages ago, and I could do nothing other than simply moving forward. I followed the stench and muffled screams that echoed through the cramped foul tunnel and I continued to shuffle through.

Trying to ignore the repulsive smells that filled the space around me and filled my nose, I kept crawling through the darkness. After what felt like a lifetime, I finally made out the end of the revolting tunnel and into open space. Clambering out of the underground passage, I stood up and looked around the damp, dirty room. There was no point in trying to clean or brush the filth off of myself as more of it would undoubtedly find its way onto my body.

Quietly taking a step forward, I listened closely for any sounds of movement, but luckily did not come across any. One foot after another, I walked further into the cave, trying my best to lessen the sound my feet made against the thick mud. Each step made a squelching noise as my feet met the ground. I winced as I took another step and a loud crack echoed throughout the large space. Lifting up my boot, I looked down at the white bones mixed within the mud that had splintered underneath my weight.

All of a sudden, a groan reached my ears and I froze. Slowly turning, I narrowed my eyes and tried to find the source of the sound. Then I saw them.

Suspended from the ceiling, the four of them hung from the rope that was attached to their wrists. Blood dripped off of each of them and even from my vantage point, I could tell that only one was alive. Without thinking, I did my best to run through the sludge towards the hanging bodies before me.

Continuing to move towards them, I heard a loud growl, followed by an animalistic grunt which practically paralysed me in my place. Staying a silent as I could, I took one single step and slipped behind the closest place I could hide. Peeking out from where I hid, I saw the creature finally emerge and it strode over to where the bodies were waiting for it.

It was abnormally large, even for its own kind, standing over 7 feet tall. Even with the lack of light, its deathly pale skin shone. It was grotesquely thin, it spine stuck out from it's back and claw-like nails protruded from its fingers. Wendigos were foul, cannibalistic creatures and this one was no exception.

It moved closer to the bodies but then stopped for a moment. I froze and held in my next breath as if not to alert it of my presence. It slowly looked around the dark space, but didn't bother looking around, too hungry for its next meal. It rushed over to its prey within a blink of an eye and plucked one of the corpses from its spot.

I waited for it to move along, waited for it the crawl back into the darkness of the tunnel. Once I was certain it couldn't hear or see me, I stepped out from where I was and rushed over to the bodies. Pulling out the machete that was strapped to the side of my thigh, I began to cut away at the rope wrapped around the living person's wrists. As the rope came closer to breaking I could tell that the person began to gain consciousness and they suddenly begun to panic.

"Woah, Woah, Woah," I quickly hushed the panicked man I was releasing, "I'm trying to help you,"

It took a moment for the words to sink in but once they had, he stopped struggling against my grip and after another short moment the rope snapped free. Practically collapsing to the floor, I quickly grabbed his arm and did my best to pull up his large figure and support him against me.

"We have to get going," I instructed him, "before it comes back,"

The moment the words left my lips, I saw the terror flash into the man's glassy eyes and I knew it was standing right behind me. I didn't get time to think before a giant force smashed into my side and I was thrown through the air and into the solid stone wall. I hit the wall with such force that I swore I heard the stones I connected with crack from the impact and I fell to the ground with a deafening bang.

I forced my eyes open despite the overwhelming desire to keep them closed and to remain on the floor. I knew if I didn't move I would never see the light of day again. My eyelids lifted just in time to see the large disgusting creature begin to stalk towards me and I quickly grabbed the flare gun that I had brought along with me. Taking aim, I didn't think twice before firing the shot straight into the creature's chest and it let out a horrific cry of pain as it went up in flames.

Quickly crawling away from where I had been, I hurried over to the man that was still partially unconscious on the ground.

"Hey," I said, shaking his arm, "we've got to go,"

Helping him to his feet, I began shuffling down the main tunnel entryway. Making our way down the damp, cold tunnel once again, I could still hear the muffled cries of the dying creature behind me. It felt like it was taking forever to reach the end of the tunnel at the rate we were going, but there were only a few more steps and then we would be out.

The man that clung by my side didn't stop groaning as we kept walking. His blood started to seep into my clothes and I could hear it dripping onto the stone as we kept going.

There was only a short distance left to go, not much further and I could dump him off at the nearest hospital and be on my way. All of a sudden a giant bang sounded from behind the us and I whirled around to see what had made the noise. The second my eyes met the figure before me, my stomach dropped and my mouth went deathly dry.

Standing merely a few feet away from where I was were two giant towering figures. Both stood side by side and through the darkness, I could make out the crimson blood that decorated their pale skin. I didn't waste time waiting for them to make the first move. I ran.

Clutching the man by my side even tighter I sprinted to the end of the tunnel as the sound of the growls and thudding of huge feet on the floor came closer and closer. I knew it was too good to be true, a basic, simple job, exactly what it had appeared to be. But no. It couldn't have just been a single wendigo, the amount that they normally remained in, but three and the other two were still alive and coming after me.

Continuing to run, I could practically feel their reeking hot breath on the back of my neck. With a deafening roar, I felt the man I had been supporting be ripped away and his cries of pain echoed throughout the cave. I glanced back to see his body being ripped in two by the monstrous creatures.

It was as abrupt and shocking as it was painful. For a second I couldn't breathe, couldn't even comprehend what was happening. In slow motion, I felt it's large bony hand wrap around my waist and its sharp teeth instantly bit down into my abdomen once it had pulled me close enough. I let out a cry of pain but the wendigo only clamped down harder. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the other one watching from the edge of the tunnel, it looked me up and down and then took a step closer.

Despite their current state, there was something till maliciously human about it's gaze. The way it surveyed me and looked it's eyes on my smaller frame. It knew what it was doing, exactly what it planned to do with me.

I could feel my heart pounding heavily in my chest as the second wendigo stalked towards me. Still trapped within the jaws of the other, I couldn't help but think that I was going to die in this moment. Somehow through it all, I managed to pull my machete that was strapped to my side free and the moment the wendigo came close enough, I swung it at the creature and a thud was all I needed for confirmation.

The creature that still held me in its teeth simply stared at its partners' decapitated body before attempting to drag me further into the cave. The rush of adrenaline that now coursed through my veins allowed me to fight back and for a split second, I felt the wendigo's jaw loosen. Moving as quickly as I could, I ripped herself from its teeth and brought the blade down to its head once I had put enough distance between it and myself.

Still, on the high, I scrambled to my feet and clutching my bloodied side, I ran. I knew that all three creatures were dead but I didn't bother in waiting to see if a fourth was hidden somewhere I couldn't see. For a second a wave of guilt washed over me as I ran through the dense woods, about the man I had left behind, but I knew nothing other than pieces of his corpse was all that would be left at this point.

Finally, coming to the clearing where I had arrived earlier that afternoon when the sun was still in the sky and the forest hadn't looked so intimidating. With the adrenaline wearing off slightly, I pulled myself into my jeep wrangler and threw my weapons onto the back seat. With the engine rumbling to life, I pulled out of the parking spot and turned onto the road leading out of the reserve.

I didn't have to drive for long until I came across a motel on the side of the main road and pulled into the car lot out the front. After hastily getting a room, I stumbled to the door and fumbled to get the key through the hole. Finally, getting it opened, I basically fell into the room and managed to stumble towards the bed, before collapsing onto it.

The deep gashes on my side wouldn't stop bleeding. It seeped through my shirt and jacket and some got onto the sheets of the bed. Opening the kit I had brought in with me, I pulled my shirt off with some difficulty and threw it aside.

There were clear teeth marks where the wendigo had punctured my side. Crimson liquid gushed out from it and I hissed in pain as I pressed a cloth against it to try and stop the bleeding. Pulling myself off of the bed, I made my way towards the bathroom. Getting undressed as fast as I could, I forced myself in and sat down in the tub. Turning on the water, it burned as it hit my opened wound but I did my best to ignore it.

A few hours later I woke up and could only guess that I must have passed out from the blood loss or pain. The cold, bloody bathwater surrounded me and very slowly I began pulling myself out from the freezing tub.

Scrambling towards my bag, I pulled out the bottle of whiskey I had brought with me and popped it open. Bracing myself, I poured the liquid onto my open wounds and cried out in pain from the searing burning sensation that was spreading through my body. Reaching into my bag once again, I grabbed a hold of one of the shirts I had brought along with me.

Doing my best, I pressed down on my abdomen. The pain was spreading through me faster than I could handle and it suddenly felt like too much. I felt the presence of sleep in the distance and welcomed it. Without hesitation, I let the pain take over me and I passed out on the dirty wooden floor of the motel room.

I wasn't sure how long I had been lying on the floor but when I woke up and opened my eyes daylight was streaming through the gaps of the old dusty curtains. Shuffling to sit back up, I winced as my stomach screamed out in pain from the sudden movement. Taking a sharp breath in, I pulled myself off of the floor and only then did I notice that I was still in nothing other than my underwear.

Looking down at my stomach, I carefully peeled the shirt that I had used as a makeshift bandage away from my skin. Trying not to let out a cry of pain, I tried not to cause more blood to seep out from the gashes. Finally looking at the wounds in the light, I hissed at the sight that met me. Large puncture wounds ran down my right side, from my ribs to my hip. Taking a better look at them I noted that I was lucky that they hadn't gone all the way through.

Forcing myself to move once more, I walked back into the dirty motel bathroom and turned the shower on again. Stepping in I washed for the second time and allowed for the dried blood to leave my skin and wash down the drain.

Emerging from the bathroom much cleaner than I had been before going in, I went through my belongings and pulled out a clean set of clothes. Taking my time I carefully pulled each item on, taking care not to knock my wounds. Once I was fully clothed, I grabbed my keys from the table and went out to my car.

Opened the back, I went through the trunk and pulled out the basic medical supplied I always kept on me. Painkillers, bandages, antiseptic and tape. Heading back into the room, I patched myself up and took some of the painkillers to try and numb the pain. Getting back onto the bed, I lay down and passed out once again.

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[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

I don’t think any of my OCs would necessarily call somebody to kill spiders, catch and throw out for sure. Ella, my Supernatural Story, is the most likely to specifically call somebody to come do it though. Like, most might just leave it unless it was too annoying, but Ella would call Conrad to get rid of spiders, even if he was somewhere else entirely.

#Repost #Made By Me #Answered Questions #Supernatural Story #Ella

[letsquestjess]

Hello lovelies!

I have a huge favour to ask.

For about a year now, I've been posting my original story, Legends of Myriad but it doesn't seem to be getting a lot of views/likes/comments. I haven't really posted much about it apart from reblogging chapter updates, but I'm going to be making more stuff for it soon.

If you like fantasy/sci-fi/supernatural stuff or if you've read and liked my fanfics, you may like this one! Any reblogs will be greatly appreciated as they go a long way towards getting work out there and seen.

I know this is a big ask. There's quite a bit of it up already, and there is so much more to come, but just a few reblogs can make a huge difference.

If anybody is intested in reading the story, it can be read on both Tumblr and Wordpress.

Here's the synopsis for Arc One: Awakening:

With the Temporal Gateways opening, the worlds of Myriad are once again connected. But The Core, the protector of the nine worlds, is yet to wake. While Bartholomew Spark seeks the help of catalyst and mage, Lilith Cleaver, to help him find a solution, he sets Citadel students Esther, Oscar, and Alek the task of exploring the worlds and collecting information on what he has missed out on these past three hundred years.

I'm hoping in the future to make this a collaborative project with guest writers, artists, indie game devs who want to make games based on the series, you name it. But for now, I shall leave you with this message from Professor Spark himself:

#legends of myriad #legendsofmyriad #original work #original fic #fantasy #original story #writing #creative writing #writblr #writing community #writeblr #writers #fantasy story #supernatural story #fantasy series #sci fi and fantasy #map made with wonderdraft

[redlenai]

Scarlet Society is back from it's small pause with Chapter 15 of Season 2!!!

¡¡¡Scarlet Society está devuelta luego de su pequeña pausa con el Capítulo 15 de la temporada 2!!!

🧙‍♀️ Read the series here / Lee la serie aquí 🧛

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[localcanadiancryptid22]

Author's note: The divine couple have a nose kiss in the start :]. Renny is short for parent,a mom/dad term for non binary people. I rushed through the ending because i want to sleep but also wanna end this chapter lol,so i fast forwarded it.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚: A dinner date and a demon bunny disaster

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Remy and Mars laugh lightheartedly while gently touching their noses together,leaving the house after opening the door.

"Okay kids,you have to behave for your oldest sister so that she doesn't lose her mind,me and your renny won't be back in a while as we're going to focus on us for tonight" Remy says to his darling angel children while Jojo is scowling from having to deal with 10 younger kids for the night.

"Okay we'll be good!" Randy and Rowan say to their father Remy in unison then mischievously smirking soon afterwards.

The other kids nod in agreement as well. And with that,Mars gives ALL of their adoptive kids goodbye kisses and then closes the door,going to a fancy restaurant with Remy.

"Okay now as usual,we'll be following some strict rules that will result in punishment if they're not followed-" Jojo says to her siblings but then she gets cut off by them all trying to tickle her.

"AGH AGH WAIT STOP AHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHA STOP IT I NEED TO ORGANIZE YOU ALL UGH HAHAHAHAHA" Jojo exclaims ,annoyed while being tickled.

"Never." Danny and Momo say to her while proceeding to tickle her harder.

Meanwhile Remy and Mars are having fun at the restaurant,eating some good food kissing and also collecting people's souls/making others fall in love with one another.

"Ooh marshy help me get this one. She died from a broken heart aka suicide after a nasty breakup,maybe you could give her some advice before i tell her the news of her actually being dead" Remy says to Mars while pointing at the blonde haired teenage girl nearby.

"Alright then baby." Mars says to Remy and then they go over to the girl,tapping her shoulder. "Hm?." the girl says to Mars,confused by the sudden interaction.

"Hello madam. I can sense that you have gone through some love troubles recently. Perhaps i could offer you some advice to help get through them." Mars says to the girl,who nods in agreement.

"Okay.. My name is abigail. My girlfriend was being a real douche to me last year because her popularity as an influencer got into her head,with her treating me like her video staff that she keeps bossing around and invalidating all the time. And uhm.. it was okay at first as she treated me like her girlfriend on occasion,but then she got more and more abusive as time went on,so i tried to break up with her but i had a nasty fight with her which ended up in me getting a lot of bruises from her punches,and i only officially broke up with her after yelling "WE'RE OVER BITCH" while running away from our apartment. And even then,after everything she did,i still loved her for some fucked up reason. I got so depressed from our separation after realizing that i still loved that bitchy fuck,and so.. i killed myself,or tried to as it failed. I jumped into a lake and purposely put some gag in my mouth so that i could die,but i woke up near the lake and then came here. So that failed heh." Abigail explains to Mars,who just stares at her in horror.

"Oh dear,i'm so sorry for what you had to go through Abigail. Well.. if it makes you feel better,i went through the same thing before meeting my lovely husband Remy. And i was able to overcome it by making new memories with friends,accepting that my asshole ex will never love me back now that they've changed,and trying to occupy myself with my job hobbies as well as trying to improve myself instead of thinking of that bastard." Mars says to Abigail,who smiles upon meeting someone who understands.

"Thank you you are a good-" Abigail says to Mars and she tries to hug them but then she gets cut off by Remy walking over and grabbing her by the shoulders.

"You're dead. I'm sorry to break it to you but you're actually dead. You "waking up" was just your soul coming back to earth after your body died." Remy says to Abigail.

"Wh-Whuh. I'm dead?. Are you the grim reaper or something?." Abigail says to Remy,knowing how this kinda stuff works. "Yeah. You're dead and yes i am. Let's go to the afterlife Abby." Remy says to Abigail then teleports her to the underworld (what afterlife is called in this universe).

"How rude of you. We were having a moment Rems." Mars says to Remy,frowning as they're a bit annoyed by what Remy did.

"I know,but i was too excited to eat our food and spend more time with you. Since it's our first date after we've finally gotten time off from our human jobs. A little interruption would be fine if it was to be with your awesome and dashingly handsome husband right?~." Remy says to Mars,trying to rizz up his spouse and turn their attention back to him.

Mars blushes from Remy's flirty tone and then they smile,kissing Remy on the cheek.

"I guess so. Let's go eat our food Stud." Mars says to Remy who they drag back to their table,with remy blushing from the stud comment.

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Jojo has stopped being attacked with tickles by her siblings,so now she's making sandwiches for all of them.

"Sissy can i have just the bread?." Rocket says to Jojo with pleading eyes (they 🥺) and then Jojo gives them the bread.

"Hey jo help me with this science project. I don't know chemistry for shit." Fox asks Jojo.

"Wait i'm making everyone's food." Jojo says to Fox who just rolls her eyes from annoyance and keeps doing the project by herself.

"Bunny butt,you're ugly." Danny says to Jojo,who ignores the comment and continues making the sandwiches.

"Big sis do babies come from trees?. My classmate told me that they do." Phoenix asks Jojo.

"No. They come from the sky,storks and stuff." Jojo says,annoyed from having to make very specific and detailed sandwiches while talking to everyone.

5 minutes later and Jojo is going insane from the talking while making sammies for her siblings. She then turns into a demon bunny and wrecks the place due to sheer stress. She growls and screeches,with fox trying to help her turn back somehow.

"Hey! Hey! Stay calm Big sis,Stay Calm! Or you'll destroy the house and Dad will be really mad." Fox says to Jojo,who continues being her monster self.

Meanwhile Remy and Mars are being in love and talking to each other about themselves in the past.

Fast forward to a few hours later and now the two are home,to a surprisingly tidy not destroyed house and a normal sleeping Jojo. Remy passed out from drinking too much whiskey.

"Woah. The place is sparkling. Well done kids,i hope you all didn't stress out your sister too much." Mars says to their adoptive children,with Fox nodding in agreement whilst laughing sheepishly.

"Yup. Everything was totally A-Okay before you got here. All good. Ehehehe.." Fox says while hiding the broken furniture in a trash bag.

"Right.. I'm going to ask Jojo herself tomorrow then when she wakes up. And if her answer about what happend here before we arrived is 'chaos',you're all grounded." Mars says sternly to Fox,with the other kids looking at her annoyed since they know they're all going to be grounded because it's her fault (not really they just wanted someone to blame lol).

Mars then takes Remy to their bedroom,while Fox takes Jojo to hers,everyone else goes to bed after eating the dinner Jojo premade before the sandwiches and then wake up,grounded. The end,for now. To be continued...

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[chimerazodiac]

May 22: True Form/ Powers/ Vessel

@heaven-ecologist

Robin had never been all that religious, nor had she ever believed in monsters. Now, she was willing to accept both.

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'Bang'

The shot rang out loud, seconds before the bullet pierced her abdomen.

Robin fell away from the demon's hold on her.

'Bang'

Robin flinched, the second shot ringing in her ears, but it wasn't her the bullet hit this time. It hit the demon - square in the head.

And then, Sam was gone. He just... left, without even helping her, or even looking at her. He hadn't even batted an eye. He didn't even blink - didn't even hesitate when he shot her.

She stayed in the same place for a long time, bleeding out. She only moved once she was sure Sam was gone. She slowly stood up, using the alley wall for support with one hand and using the other to keep pressure on the wound as blood seeped through her fingers.

She stumbled into the bar where she worked.

She should never have gone back for her jacket; she should never have gone back to the bar - never have turned around. But she did. And it got her held hostage by a demon; it got her shot - it was going to get her dead.

Robin fumbled around in her jacket pocket for her phone. Dead. Great.

And then Robin saw her. Well - more like heard her. The angel spoke to her.

"My name is Dumah. I'm an angel of the lord. I can heal you, Robin, if you do something for me."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need your permission."

"My permission?"

"Yes, I need your permission to possess you. You see - angels need vessels and in order to possess someone they need the vessel's permission first."

"Okay." Robin agreed, her voice shakey, leaning against the bar for support.

"So do I have your permission?"

"Yes"

#not entirely sure if this counts but whatever #spn #supernatural #supernatural story #supernatural duma #supernatural dumah #dumah spn #spn angels #supernatural angels #angelsweek2022

[devin-kin-ward]

Chapter 2: Learning. Wherein the champion learns his duties and how to do them

Flak and Cariel had walked across the meadows of France for what felt like hours, and in that time, Flak quickly came to realize how unencumbered he felt. Normally, even the simple act of walking would eventually leave someone winded or tired when crossing hills or walking across uneven ground, but that wasn’t the case. Physical limitations were self imposed at worst, nonexistant at best. And by the time the two of them stood directly underneath the river’s flow, the passage of time could easily have lost it’s meaning had the sun in the sky not moved and had Flak not known these fields so well.

“Here we are.” Flak’s seven eyed charge said looking up. “I’ll now teach you how to move into the air, but before I do so, a warning. The rivers are great sources of power, but do not touch them directly, or at least not for more than a brief moment. I’ll explain why in more detail later, but to put things simply, their purpose is to facilitate the end and the beginning. That which intends on staying as it is has no place within their streams.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good… now as far as flying goes…” Cariel put their hand to Flak’s chest, and in place of where a heartbeat might be, Flak instead became aware of something else… energy, flowing from his center in pulses and waves, cascading across his ethereal form. “How exactly you do so is up to you. But what you must do is take this energy and focus it where you think it needs to be… some will focus on their legs, and leap into the sky and stand on the air. Others will catch it in their stomach, make themselves weightless and will themselves upward. But for you…”

Flak was already thinking about it. The answer was obvious to him from the moment Cariel started to explain. With eyes closed, he felt the pulses of energy crossing his form, and held pieces of it on his back, building a stockpile of it. And with a breath, the power unleashed itself in the form of two white feathered wings, like the preacher’s books had always described, and like those that carried great white egrets along their paths through the air. That said, Flak wasn’t expecting laughter from Cariel at their sight

“Pardon. I do think this is some accidental word play. For all the talk of you, being a hero, or a champion, I don’t think I was also expecting a heron.” The recently deceased man’s face froze up at that, both because it only barely made sense to him and also because he didn’t fully understand what the proper response to Cariel’s laughter was. Wiping the tears from their many eyes, Cariel cleared their throat before speaking again. “Humor aside, those will do quite nicely. And to continue our lesson…” a matching set of wings, albeit these ones almost triple the size and tipped with black like that of a snow goose, sprouted from their back

It didn’t take Flak another sound to receive the message and take a step back, watching as Cariel beat their wings almost effortlessly, their body lifting up, the white and gold and black of their garments clinging tightly to their form as they lifted into the air. Flak watched on with studying eyes, but softened his expression when a moment of realization hit.

What mattered wasn’t form. What mattered was intent. Intent was the way things took shape, how they came together, and what results would ultimately come to pass. That’s why Cariel’s clothing moved as it did. The air wasn’t affecting it, Cariel was. And so the efficacy of how Flak moved his wings didn’t matter, only that he wanted them to lift him up. And so, with the very first beat of his newfound appendages, Flak followed after his new master.

“Look at you, a natural already. I knew I was picking the right man flr the job. A strong heart, a powerful will, and a level head that changes and adapts and believes what it needs to to go far.”

The trip up to the river took no time at all compared to their walk to it, but that walk had been for Flak’s sake to adjust, and this was the only part of the trip that actually mattered, so that made sense. As the pair of them passed around the shimmering flow and cremated over the topside of the river, a floor of sorts hung over it, transparent like glass or crystal, but solid looking. The river itself was a wide affair, at least a hundred meters across at any point, with some being thicker still, and of course, stretching ad infinitum either direction with or against the flow.

What caught Flak’s eyes the most, though, was the people. Men and women and indistincts, of various heights and shapes and with skin tones that Flak had never seen before and some that probably didn’t even exist on the world below. Most of the. We’re in groups of sone sort, speaking amongst themselves. Some held poles into the stream of the river, seemingly stirring the flow, and others floated above everything, either watching the world around them or the river itself or…

“Spirits come in many forms and serve many roles.” Cariel interrupted the train of thought. “We’ve all our purposes to play, be it simply being part of the cycle, or managing it, or whatever else it may be.”

“This is so much to take in…”

“It is. And yet. Here you are, on white wings no less. You’ve always been the type to adapt to whatever life has to offer, haven’t you, Flak?”

“Wait, how did you know I had- I didn’t say anything yet.”

“Op. Sorry. I suppose I should explain. My gift is the gift of foresight. I’d explain it in more detail but I think you’ll come to understand it better with experience. Speaking of which. I hope you’re ready. Your training will begin soon.”

“Training?”

“I told you that you were to be my champion. You’re a warrior at heart. Exactly the kind I need, from what I’ve seen. And since you’ve proven to be so quick to learn and adapt, we need to start soon. To give you as much opportunity to grow. You’re going to fight, my knight. You’re going to protect me when I need you most, and you’re going to help fight the worst of enemies. But we have to start your growth now if you’re to become what you’re meant to be.”

“…” Cariel’s words had taken a tonal shift. The kind guide was turning into a stern and serious master who had high expectations. And when Cariel finished speaking, the gravity of it all came to him. “Promise me you’ll explain more about everything when we’re done for the day.”

“That is a promise I can easily make.” Cariel raised their left hand to their right shoulder, and a golden disc appeared, which they then slid down their arm to their hand like a buckler shield before three golden claws emerged from beneath it. “This is my weapon. I call it Aura Talon. These golden claws have protected me against many a danger. And if you don’t take them seriously, they’ll end you before you can save anyone.”

“Weapon?” Flak barely got the word out of his mouth before Cariel lashed out, fiercely swiping at the champion-in-the-making who only barely managed to side step the attack, only to have them sink into the wing that Flak had forgotten he had, causing more pain to him even his own murder had.

“Yes. Weapon. Conflict is a part of all things.” Cariel attacked again, and Flak dodged, better this time. “Every animal fights every day for its right to survive.” Another slash. “Humans have battled eachother over ideals and beliefs for as long as they’ve had the ability to form thoughts.” And another. “All who spirits have the capacity to think like a human might have weapons tied to their soul. And if you can’t master this piece of yourself, you’ll be of no use to me.” The seven eyes on Cariel’s face were watching every part of Flak’s form, studying him for how he might move, the weaknesses he had, and Cariel wasn’t afraid to lash at them.

“Funny. I’m already dead but I’m more afraid for my life than I ever have been.” A remarkably calm reaction spoken with wavering breath. Flak was learning quick. Cariel’s reach. Their speed. Each movement of the arm gave him something to work with, and he was adamant to keep his head level… but that wasn’t enough. He’d need to attack back. He’s need his own weapon. The perfect tool. The perfect weapon for a soldier like him. And he had to figure it out with his neck out. Spirits all around them were watching this clash, eyes on them, judging Cariel for their actions, judging him for his presence. This wasn’t a game. This was a war. A war that needed a hero. A war that needed hero’s weapon.

The sound of metal on metal filled the air as the Aura Talon was caught against a cross guard, a long, sleek silver bladed weapon, a French Longsword. In life, maybe Flak would have gone to use a weapon jsut like it. But now it was tied to him, the blade of his soul. A weapon that would one day be named Lumière de Vaillance, the Light of Valor.

Now, Flak had a reach advantage. A heavy weapon that put Cariel on the back foot. And while he’d never held one a day in his life, the fluid motions that his body now made while holding it made it seem like he’s been born with it in his grasp. The seven eyed spirit smiled as they evaded the retaliations, sizing up how their champion used this tool, a mixture of pride and defiance on their face. Of course Cariel couldn’t let this new face win, they had a reputation to uphold afterall. With a pivot of the arm, Cariel caught the sword in the blades of their claw.

“Not bad at all. But here’s one more lesson for you, my champion. Never forget think you know everything, because everyone is capable of surprising you.” And with that, a second copy of the Aura Talon appeared on the back of Cariel’s left hand, which was promptly slammed directly into Flak’s face, bladeless, but brawny.

When Flak regained consciousness, he was sitting at the edge of the road of the river, Cariel sitting right next to him, staring into the setting sun with six of their seven eyes, the one closest to Flak watching him.

“Sorry about that. I maybe should have held back a little there. But you did extremely well. I knew I was making the right choice when I chose you. You’ve been meeting my every expectation.”

“T-thanks I think.”

“Don’t worry. I remember our promise… look. Over by the sun. You can see the other one from here.” Sure enough, another river floated in the sky in the distance, a darker coloured one. “That’s the river of death. When someone or something dies, that’s where their spirit ends up. That river is where most have their pasts stripped away. Their personality, their memory, their very existence. It pulls all of that out so that a soul can come here, be shaped, and prepare for their next life. But that river… it’s also the home of our biggest mistake.”

“You mean the enemy you mentioned?”

“I don’t think it’s the right time to explain everything, but yes. That river is where the wicked ones have made their frontier. They get the first pick of anyone who passes on, fetch them out of the river before they lose who they are, and use them as weapons against us. It’s not even an unjust thing they’re doing. Mistakes were made, and the pain they feel is great. But their methods are horrible. They don’t care about the cycle anymore, they’ve lost faith in it, and would rather see everything stop if it means avenging the injustice they feel they’ve suffered.”

“So our enemy is to be pitied, and not detested?”

“Some of them. Others are absolutely detestable. But the simple fact is… what they’re doing is wrong. And they’re going to hurt a lot of people if we do nothing. They do so every day. And each soul they harm pushes an already finite system closer and closer to its end… The sun feeds the plants. The plants feed the animals. The animals and the plans feed the people. And then they all die, and their death feeds the earth. But every step of that process has some waste. And the same is true for our side of things. Each birth, death, and rebirth, some of the energy that we have, that keeps us moving and keeps this cycle alive… some of it is lost. It can’t last forever. But I want it to last as long as it can so that we as a system can see as much of this story as possible.”

“That’s… a rather beautiful sentiment.” Flak smiled at the sun, only to find Cariel putting their head to his chest.

“Your soul is a younger one. It’s only been up here once, maybe twice before. If all goes well, your soul will last a long long time. Younger souls like yours are especially beautiful to me. They’re the potential for the future, the proof that we aren’t at our end yet.” Flak blushed at this but stayed wordless, simply steadying himself on the crystal floor of the river road with his hand.

“Then I swear to you, for as long as I continue to exist, to do my part to the best of my ability to make sure this world can live as long as I can enable it to.”

“Thank you Flak.”

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