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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Day 2: Breeding Kink

Day 2 of Kinktober and… I got carried away with this one. The others are not going to be nearly as long as this one, so you guys are gonna be spoiled with this. I hope you enjoy it! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ only content. Some warnings for violence and blood mentioned, though nothing too graphic. PinV sex, unprotected, consensual, nonhuman character, exophilia, slight hint of biting kink

Tags: Dilf!werewolf x reader, exophilia, kinktober

Moonlight Through Colored Leaves

When you’d first moved to the tiny Irish town in the middle of nowhere, you’d originally hoped to escape the family drama that haunted you back in America. Thanks to your grandfather’s Irish immigration, you’d been able to get an Irish citizenship and move relatively easily. So, you’d packed your bags, only told your grandfather where you were going, and boarded the first flight to Ireland you could catch.

You’d quietly made your way to your grandfather’s tiny hometown far out in the countryside, and moved into the long-since abandoned house that had belonged to your ancestors before. Though it had been run down and you’d had to do some major repairs and cleaning, you’d finally made a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the small village-like town.

The town had been quite welcoming and friendly, and you’d quickly found a job working at the local town pub as a waitress. Your boss had been very welcoming, and you’d earned favor from your coworkers and boss for your hard work and quiet, unassuming diligence. The pay was good, and you found yourself growing comfortable in the sleepy town life, meeting your neighbors and getting familiar with the town dynamics.

You’d just gone in for your shift of the day when conversation caught your ear. You put on your waitress apron, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and walking out to the bar to grab your tray.

“Did you hear about the news?” Jaina asked, arms propped on the countertop. “I mean, about that Romanian vamp that landed on Scotland the other day. Word is that he’s headed this way.”

“Well why would it want teh come here?” Sean snorted. “We’re out in teh middle o’ nowhere, Janie, t’ere ain’t not’in’ here t’at it would want.”

“Well didn’t you hear that apparently they’re expecting Agent Blue to be chasing it down with the Dullahan?” Jaina hissed. “Why wouldn’t they come over here?”

You hid your discreet grimace, instead walking out in front of the bar. To your delight and surprise, you found yourself facing a familiar little figure sitting at the bar in a corner. The little girl caught sight of you and squealed, waving.

You went over to her giving her a hug. “Well hello there, Miss Morrigan,” you greeted cheerfully. “How are you this fine evening? Having a drink?” you teased, noticing the glass of juice near her notebook.

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah! I’m with Daddy today,” she answered, feet kicking against the bar. She turned her head to see the bartender approaching. “Daddy!” she said excitedly. “Look, it’s the nice neighbor lady I told you about!”

You looked up to see Lysander Sullivan standing there, polishing a glass with a cloth. He gazed down at his daughter with a fond look deep in his eyes, then turned to look at you, his ice blue eyes meeting yours.

“Is that so?” he asked, his deep voice a low rumble in the relatively quiet bar. It hadn’t gotten to heavy traffic times, so there weren’t many people around yet. His grey-flecked hair had been swept back into an elastic band, and his beard had been neatly trimmed.

You gave him a small, shy smile, a little embarrassed. Though you knew that the man lived next to your property, you’d been a bit timid about approaching him. He was a kind enough gentleman from everything you’d seen and heard, and he’d watched out for you as you worked, but you didn’t see any reason why he’d be interested in any further contact with you. After all, you were a younger woman in your mid-twenties that lived alone.

“Yeah! She helps me with homework sometimes,” Morrigan prattled on, “and she lets me water her flowers!”

You laughed a little, feeling the color splash across your cheeks. “Well, I certainly enjoy the little Queen’s company,” you admitted. You’d heard some of the other workers gossip about Lysander, saying that he was a single father to nine-year-old Morrigan and that her mother had died in a tragic accident. You didn’t really know, and you’d tried not to pry or overhear too much. The man had a right to privacy, just like you had things you were running from as well.

“Thank you for looking out for the little cub,” Lysander said, a small smile crossing his face. He mellowed out around his daughter, his love clear in how he interacted with her.

“Of course. It’s a delight,” you said, smiling at Morrigan. “She’s a smart little cookie, aren’t you, Queenie?” you asked, tugging at her pigtail teasingly.

She giggled. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head at you. “Are you working with Daddy tonight?” she asked curiously.

“O-oh, well, sort of,” you stammered, taken aback a little. “He works behind the counter, but I serve people out there,” you said, motioning to the tables. “So I guess we do, in a way.”

Morrigan nodded sagely. “Ohhh, so you do the food and Daddy does the drinks.” She nodded, satisfied at her conclusion. “Oh, I’m making a drawing! I want you to see it later, when I’m finished,” she said, tugging at your sleeve.

You smiled. “Of course, Queenie. You just let me know and I’ll pop by when I have a moment, alright?” you promised.

She nodded, turning back to her notebook and picking up her crayons again. Tongue poked out, she diligently returned to her masterpiece. You gave her a fond smile, noting the way the soft lights made a halo in her blonde hair.

“She’s such an angel,” you murmured, grabbing some straws from the bar to stick into your pocket.

“Aye, that she is.” Lysander’s comment almost startled you. He glanced at you across the bar, the sleeves of his crisp maroon button-up rolled halfway up his arms. “I apologize for not bein’ a better neighbor,” he remarked.

You blinked, then reached up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, no— not at all,” you blurted, then gave him a chagrined smile. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’d met Morrigan when she was coming back from school, since I was in the front yard. She just… hopped on over, so I said hi. Honestly I should have introduced myself better, but…” You bit your lip. “I just kept putting it off because I didn’t want to bother you…”

He blinked, then chuckled slightly, as though surprised. “An’ here I thought it was ‘cause you didn’t really like me for some reason,” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

You gave him a horrified look. “Oh! Not at all!” You shook your head with a sigh, tugging mournfully at your ponytail. “I’m… notoriously bad at meeting people for the first time,” you groaned. “I just get nervous and tongue tied and I don’t know how to interact and… ugh.” You winced. “I am sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I should be a better neighbor, especially since I somehow got to know your daughter.” You half-laughed at yourself.

He waved you off. “I’m just glad you get along with Mor,” he chuckled. “She speaks endlessly about you. Seems like you’ve impressed her.”

You looked up at him, genuinely surprised. “Really?” you wondered, glancing at the girl. Then you smiled. “Well, I’m flattered. She’s such a smart, curious girl. I’m rather honored that she’d find me interesting.” You breathed a laugh, then glanced up at him. “I should get to my station, but… if you don’t mind, would it be alright if I swung by tomorrow to say hi and properly introduce myself?”

He nodded calmly. “Of course. She gets back home from school at three, if you wanted to catch her as well.”

You nodded, propping the tray on your hip. “Thank you! I’ll do that. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll stop procrastinating and actually start working,” you laughed, and walked off with a wave.

The night progressed relatively smoothly, customers rotating in and out with regulars stopping by. The crowds ebbed and flowed, sometimes more rowdy and sometimes more calm. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere and the liveliness of it all. Despite it being a pub, and an Irish one at that, the town was small and most people knew everyone else. Plus, Lysander was the bartender for more than one reason. Everyone knew that making trouble of any sort was not tolerated and had force to back it up.

You occasionally popped by Morrigan’s place at the bar, either to have a chat or to admire the progress she’d made on her drawing. And throughout the night, your worries started to mount the more gossip you heard around the pub. Some of them had heard confirmation that the Romanian vampire gone mad was making a beeline for Ireland, though no one seemed to know why. There were even more rumors that Agent Blue, the famous Will-o-the-Wisp, was after the rampaging Pricoli. And still others said that the Scott Pack would be making a reappearance.

Once you’d finished your shift and helped close up shop, you started the trudge back to your cottage down the road. It wasn’t a far walk, really, and it gave you some time to think and clear your head from the smells of the pub. Reaching up, you pulled your hair free from the ponytail and sighed, shoulders slumping.

You’d come to Ireland to escape your problems, but it felt like they were all closing in on you as the days went by. As you got home and got ready for bed, you wondered if it was asking too much to hope for some peace.

Instead, you distracted yourself by trying to think of something to make for the Sullivans the next day. You didn’t want to go empty handed, after all. Maybe some bread-?

You fell asleep thinking about it.

You’d just lifted your hand to knock when the door flung open. Morrigan practically tackled you, wrapping her arms around your waist with a shriek of greeting.

Laughing, you balanced yourself and wrapped an arm around her. “Well hello, Queenie,” you greeted. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

She grabbed your hand and dragged you in, chattering happily about her day at school. “Oh, and you should have heard how everyone laughed!” She interrupted herself as she led you into the kitchen. “Daddy, she’s here!” she called.

Trying to balance the homemade sourdough in one hand while still holding Morrigan’s with the other, you looked up to give Lysander a helpless smile. “Hello, Mr. Sullivan,” you greeted, a little breathlessly.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. “Well hallo, Miss,” he greeted back, wiping his hands with a towel. “Mor, why don’t you let her set the plate down before anything drops,” he said, shaking his head.

Morrigan let go of your hand, bouncing up and down. “Ooh, what is it?”

You offered it to Lysander, a little flustered. “I… well, I didn’t really want to come without an offering, so… I made some homemade sourdough,” you offered, a little awkwardly. “I hope you like it, it’s a fresh batch, still warm.”

He took it from you with a nod. “Thank you. We love sourdough, don’t we, Mor?” He seemed far more comfortable in his own home, less stoic and stern than in the pub.

Morrigan nodded, throwing up her hands with a cheer. “Yeah!” She danced around. “I love bread!” Then she grabbed your hand again. “Oh, oh, you gotta come see my room! Daddy just made me a new desk, and it’s really nice and shiny!”

Lysander waved you off as you turned to him. “Go ahead. Oh, I was going to invite you to dinner,” he added. “If you’d like. The food is almost done, actually. Your bread will be a perfect addition.”

You smiled. “I’d be honored. Thank you.” Then you let Morrigan drag you away.

By the time Lysander called for you both, you’d been given the official tour of her room and had happily listened to her tell stories of what she’d done at school and the projects she planned to do in the coming days. The little girl always cheered you up with her bright and cheerful presence. If anything, it eased your heart to see the little girl clearly so healthy and happy with her Father. She openly adored him, quite the Daddy’s girl.

As the three of you sat down at the table, you realized with a slight start that you’d never felt so comfortable in Ireland as you did in this moment. It felt… right, like you’d finally come home.

“Thank you for the food,” you said, giving Lysander a grateful smile. “It looks amazing.” The soup simmered in the bowls, while the sourdough bread had been cut into slices and set by the butter.

He nodded. “Thank you for the bread.” He passed the steamed potatoes, and everyone dug into the meal.

You let out a soft hum of contentment as you ate, enjoying the rich flavors and the homey comfort food. Clearly Lysander was a good cook, and you almost envied Morrigan for being able to come home to this every night. Not that you weren’t a good cook yourself, but you supposed company really did make a difference.

“The bread is so good!” Morrigan chirped, taking a giant bite of the bread slathered in butter.

You laughed softly. “I’m glad, Queenie. Take it slow,” you warned, worried she’d choke. “The bread isn’t going anywhere.”

She nodded, scarfing down her food. “Oh, oh, Daddy, cartoons are on soon! Can I please go watch? I did all my homework!”

Lysander nodded. “Alright. Go take your dishes to the sink.”

“Thank you! Morrigan cheered, sliding down from her chair and carefully taking the dishes. She trotted to the kitchen, then got herself a glass of juice and went to go to the living room.

You realized with a slight start that this was the first time you’d been alone with Lysander. Looking down at your spoonful, you wondered if you should maybe ask him the questions that pressed on your mind. Perhaps he would know. Then again… it’s not as though he were related to your grandfather’s clan… and not to mention, most of the people in the town didn’t even know that you were aware of the nonhuman community. In fact, you were rather positive that your coworkers thought you didn’t.

“If I may ask, what brought you to this small town?” Lysander asked, his voice calm and mellow. His blue eyes glanced up at you, and the question died on your tongue.

“Oh… family history, actually,” you admitted with a smile. “And, well…” You shrugged lightly. “I needed to get away for a while. I wanted a fresh start, somewhere where people didn’t really know me.”

“Understandable.” He nodded. “I essentially did the same with Morrigan when we moved here a few years ago.”

You hummed, reaching for a piece of bread. He handed you the butter, and you gently grasped the sleeve of his flannel for a moment. “You’ve got a bit on your clothes,” you said, wiping the smeared butter off with a napkin. You’d just let go when your fingers brushed across his briefly as you took the butter. You didn’t notice the way he froze, his movements jerky as he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “Do you— I mean, does any of your family still live here?”

You shook your head. “Not exactly. But technically, my extended family is here. My grandfather immigrated from Ireland to America, where I was born, but through marriage there are still people here I’m technically connected to.” You shrugged. “I haven’t really gotten in contact with them, though. They probably don’t know me that well,” you laughed with a rueful shrug. You glanced at him for a moment. “I bet it’s even harder when you have children.”

He glanced toward the living room, where the faint sound of the cartoons floated through the house. “Well, I suppose,” he admitted thoughtfully. “Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. She’s my life, really.”

You lowered your eyes to your plate, unable to deny how your chest tightened at the way his voice softened when he spoke of his daughter. You’d always tried to forget how much you’d been attracted to the older man. You’d only ever dated once, and while he’d been nice enough and it had ended cordially, you still hadn’t been able to forget the lingering feeling of disappointment you’d had from the experience. You’d known, after that, that it would either be a long time before you ever tried dating again or it would have to be to someone whose maturity at least matched yours. And, unfortunately for you, that tended to mostly apply to men past their forties.

You really did try to forget how Lysander ticked all the boxes.

“I can see why.” You smiled. “She’s really precious.” Your eyes slid toward the living room. “Does she… inherit from you?”

Lysander looked up, his gaze suddenly piercing as he stared at you openly.

You gave him a faint smile. “I don’t talk much about it, but my grandfather comes from the local O’Connor Faoladh Tribe,” you said calmly, taking another sip of the soup.

His shoulders relaxed, the hard edge in his expression melting away. “Ah. Yes, she does. But she hasn’t fully shifted yet. It will be another year, we think. Are you-?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. It’s funny, really,” you said thoughtfully, motioning with your spoon. “My grandfather is Faoladh, and my mother’s side of the family is a lycanthrope pack.” Your lips twitched. “And somehow, I got the recessive genes and ended up a simple Seer.”

His eyebrow raised. “Not so simple, I’d think,” he remarked. “Aren’t Seers rather uncommon now?”

You shrugged. “For a reason. There’s plenty of potential but not many who actively practice anymore. The price is heavy for knowledge like that.”

He gave you a discerning look. “Is that what you’re running from?”

Your silver spoon clinked softly as you set it down on the edge of the plate. “I suppose you could say that,” you murmured. Your eyes closed as you shoved away the memories of distant screaming, the crackle of fire, crimson splashed across stone floors— “Or maybe toward something.” After all, you mused, there had been a reason you’d felt drawn to your grandfather’s homeland, and town in particular. And of course, you’d never been one to fight Fate too hard.

“Perhaps so,” he conceded. Then he stood. “May I take your plate?”

“Oh— please, let me help.” You stood, taking your dishes and starting towards the kitchen. “At least let me wash or dry.”

When you finally got back home, you sat down on the couch and buried your face into your hands. Seeing Morrigan and Lysander together had stirred up old memories you’d long since tried to forget. Old desires that you’d thought you’d given up on: hopes and dreams of a family to call your own.

You crawled into bed, everything inside you aching. After all, what could a Seer with a cursed fate possibly offer anyone?

The night the Dullahan rode into town, you’d just started closing up the pub on night shift duty.

They’d ridden in, followed by the famous Agent Blue clad in his dark robes and carrying his lantern over his shoulder. He strode in the door, followed by the Dullahan. At first, you hadn’t even noticed the other figure trailing behind them.

Your Boss, Dorian, had walked out of the back room to greet them. He, of everyone in the town, was the only one to know of your heritage, as the elected leader of the supernatural community in the town. He nodded to the group as they entered.

“Welcome, Dullahan, Agent Blue.” He nodded at them, shaking the Will-o-the-Wisp’s hand.

“Greetings in return, Chief Dorian,” Agent Blue replied, his face still covered by the hood. “Apologies for the intrusion. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Pricoli that’s been running amok all over the Isles.”

Dorian nodded. “We certainly have. I assume you’ve come on a hunt.”

“We have. And I’ve brought someone with me.” Agent Blue turned, motioning towards the back of the group.

You’d been distracted, still working on trying to finish clearing up and getting out of the way. If your boss had asked, you were ready to offer to serve the new guests as well, giving Lysander a glance that he returned with a small nod.

It wasn’t until you straightened and turned around, finished, that you heard a familiar, startled voice call your name. Turning, you looked up and saw, to your shock, a very familiar face staring at you. You froze as the figure lunged forward, wrapping you in a tight hug. After a moment, you awkwardly hugged him back, mind whirling.

“What are you doing here?” Your younger brother stared at you incredulously, holding your arms. “I didn’t even know you left home! Last I heard you were still there.”

You grasped his sleeves, disoriented. “O-Oh. Ray,” you gasped, processing. “I—“ You suppressed a flinch. “I just… moved into grandfather’s old cottage,” you stammered, then looked down. “I had to get away,” you said quietly. “It was too much.”

Of all your family, you knew that Ray would best understand. He’d been the only one to really stand up for you back home, try to support you as best as he could, being a younger sibling. When everyone else constantly reminded you of your Fate, your Destiny, Ray had been the only one who had encouraged your personal hopes and dreams, had listened to your fears and worries.

He sighed. “I mean, I can’t blame you,” he said, shaking his head. “Still… does anyone know?”

You scoffed slightly, turning your head away. “Only Grandfather ever cared about me besides you, Ray. There’s no one else who probably even asked.” You shrugged. “How is school?” You’d been the one to support him when he decided to move to Scotland to attend University. He, too, had wanted to escape home.

He grinned. “Pretty great, actually!” Then he glanced behind him. “Turns out my best mate is actually one of Agent Blue’s sons, so when the whole Pricoli thing went down, I offered to be his in to the Faoladh Tribe here. For formality, y’know.” He shrugged. “I remembered what Grandfather had always taught us about how picky Faoladh are about tradition.”

You nodded. “Yeah…” You huffed slightly. “Technically only the people in here right now even know that I’m a part of the supernatural community,” you said dryly.

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s some dedication to keep it quiet. How has the local gossip train not found you out yet?”

You snorted. “Maybe because I’ve always been quiet and kept my mouth shut.” You rolled your eyes at him, though a smile twitched on your lips. “And we both know who never can.”

He playfully cuffed your shoulder. Then he grinned. “Oh, but guess what?” His eyes sparkled. “I found my Mate!”

Your eyes widened. “Really?” Your heart lightened for him, happy that your younger brother had finally found his Mate. “Does she know yet?”

He shook his head, face falling a little. Well, not yet. I mean, I’ve kinda only just met her and all, so… and it’s kinda awkward, cause…” He winced. “Well, she’s my best mate’s younger sister.”

You gave him an incredulous look, then sighed, shaking your head. “Well, good luck with that one, Ray,” you snorted. “You’ve gotten yourself into quite the situation with that one.”

He shrugged. “I know, but…” His grin turned goofy. “She’s so pretty. You should see her. She’s even pretty sassy, kinda like you are with me.”

You laughed softly, patting his arm. “Well, I’m glad I was able to catch up with you. If you need a place to stay, you know my house is always open to you.”

He nodded. “Thanks, sis. I should probably head back. I don’t know what else they might want me for.” He paused, then gave you an odd look. “Have you… found anyone?”

You blinked at him, startled. “What? Ray, you know what my Fate says.” You frowned.

An odd expression crossed his face, then he shook his head. “Yeah, I know. Just… don’t forget the promise you made me.”

You sighed. “I won’t, Ray.” As if you ever could, you thought with a hint of bitterness. He wouldn’t let you.

He squeezed your hand, slipping a piece of paper into your grasp. “Text me. I wanna keep in touch.”

You nodded, pocketing the note. “Thanks. Good luck, Ray. Stay safe.”

He nodded, then jogged back to Agent Blue with a wave. You were left to stand there, your heart sinking with every step he took away from you. Everything was lining up far too well. Though you’d vainly hoped to escape from the Fate that had hung over your head for so long, it seemed as though you’d just walked right into it instead.

Turning back to the bar, you quietly packed up your things. Bidding Lysander goodnight, you checked to make sure Dorian didn’t need you and headed back for home.

It was only a matter of time.

Rain splattered against the ground, heavy and thick like a curtain. Shielding your eyes from the drops, you pushed yourself to run, faster, as fast as you could. There was no time left to think.

The vision you’d had kneeling under the large Fae Maypole tree you’d found in the forest nearby kept flashing through your mind, insistent and horrific. Your Fate loomed, past and future meshing into the present in ways you could hardly stand. You’d thought you’d been running, cowardly but maybe safe from the Sword of Damocles—but now here you were, fallen headlong into the trap of the Fate you’d known since childhood would claim your life.

And yet your feet would not stop running, pushing you forward without hesitation. Was this not worth it? Was this Fate—this Fate that you’d feared for so long, hated and loathed and tried in futility to escape—was it truly so horrendous? Now that you were here? In this moment of truth?

You barreled up the steps, slamming your shoulder against the door without a pause. It broke, sending you headlong across the threshold to skid across the carpet. Ignoring the burn on your arm, you looked up as you heard a scream. Morrigan’s face stared at you, sheet white as she curled up in fear by the foot of the couch.

Jacking yourself up, you didn’t take time to glance behind you. “Mor, into the safe room,” you gasped, “your Daddy sent me, okay? I need you to get in the safe room, now.”

She nodded shakily, bravely scrambling to her feet and running towards the safe room that Lysander had made for her. Nothing would get through the doors, you knew, once they locked. You waited until you heard the lock click, then turned and scrambled back out the busted door.

In the empty area between your houses, out on the outskirts of the town, everything seemed oddly distant yet crystal clear. Your memories nudged at you, whispering about the deja vu that filled your every pore at the sight of the green, rolling grass and the relentless rain that poured over everything. In the distance, the red glare of a fire fueled by gas and undaunted by rain began to dominate the color of the sky.

It didn’t surprise you when cold fingers wrapped around your throat, leaving mottled bruises to bloom against your skin. You stood still, knowing that any movement might crush your throat. You may have been Fated to die, but not until you’d finished your task.

The enraged Pricoli snarled, hissing in your ear. “I know he sent you to hide her,” he sneered. “You helpless, pitiful Seer. For all your preeminence, did you not find a way to best me?” he barked a laugh, maniacal and loud. “You useless Seers and your cursed fates—and for what? A single moment of ruined glory?”

Your breath shallowed, airflow restricted. Agent Blue, several Dullahan, your brother, Dorian, and Lysander all emerged from the tree line, pausing as they saw you being held hostage. You closed your eyes for a moment as the icy hands constricted around your throat even further.

“Tell me where she is, and you get to live, Seer,” he snarled, his face nearing your ear. “She is my perfect match, my BloodSong. She is fated to be mine, my apprentice!” he howled. “Give her to me, my right!” His nails started to lengthen, turning into claws, digging against your skin. “Or I’ll drink you dry first and use you as fuel to take these maggots down.”

You brother’s face had gone ashen in horror, staring at you as though trying to deny his own eyes. His face twisted in despair.

“I’ll never give her up to you,” you answered, aware that everyone could hear you despite the rain. You tilted your head up, letting the rain wash over your face. “I am a Seer,” you declared, loudly, proud of it for the first time in your life. “And I embrace the Curse of my Fate. I pay the price gladly, if it means the power to make sure you never lay a finger on her.”

The Pricoli snarled, the rage almost audibly warping his voice into something demonic. “Then meet your Fate, Seer.”

Your knees gave out the moment his fangs ripped into your jugular. Strangely enough, the pain wasn’t even that bad, you mused hazily. Your eyes—were they blurred by tears or the rain?—rolled up to see your brother, mouth open as he reached for you. Even Lysander, white fur matted and soaked, had his maw open as his snout pointed to the sky.

Distantly, you could hear screaming. A roar, loud, tumbling through your chest, rattling into the ground. The crackling of fire. Everything started to get.. so… cold. Vaguely, as the hand shoved you forward and you landed against the ground, you could see out of the corner of your eye the Pricoli hunch forward. Despite the pain, the numbness… your lips curled in a vindictive smile.

The crimson eyes turned to you, a horrified anger sweeping through them as they landed on your twisted grin. A cold hand went up to his throat, and the Pricoli started to choke. His body lurched, tongue lolling as he gagged on your blood, his veins starting to light from the inside out with a toxic green. Slowly, agonizingly, he fell to his knees, his face contorted in a paroxysm of agony as he choked on your blood, your concentrated inherent magic tearing him apart from the inside out.

Your limbs felt sluggish as you forced yourself up, your ears ringing. Reaching up, you pressed your hand to your ruined neck and staggered to your feet, starting to lurch away from the destroyed corpse of the Pricoli. Warmth smeared across your skin, and every breath sent needles raking down your throat and into your lungs. Your feet stumbled, and before you realized it, you were leaning against something broad and firm.

Two icy blue eyes stared down at you, claws wrapping around your arms. Strangely enough, though, you didn’t fear that grasp. Lysander’s maw moved, you noticed faintly, but all you could hear was the persistent ringing in your ears. Vaguely, you reached up, your fingers clumsily landing on the side of his snout. Red smeared his fur, and your arm dropped down numbly to your side.

With the last of your strength, you forced your mouth to form the words that your shattered throat couldn’t say. Tell her goodbye.

The world spun into crimson.

Shivering, you shook your head as you curled into the corner that you’d pressed yourself into. Tears burned behind your eyes, and you heard your breath start to rasp and wheeze, rattling your throat.

Your brother’s face crumpled as he stared at you. “Please,” he begged, his voice wavering. “You need to drink.”

Agent Blue rested his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “Take it easy, son,” he said, voice firm but compassionate. “She’s understandably frightened. Even though she’s successfully gone through the change to being a damphyr, she’s had quite the scare and probably doesn’t want to feed.”

“But she needs to!” Ray exclaimed, frustration lacing his voice. “She’s already hurting.”

It was driving you insane. The pure power of the Will-o-the-Wisp’s blood was calling to you like a tempting beacon, and your brother’s hot blood practically screamed at you. The thirst flared in your throat, an ache so powerful you wanted to gag. It was like sandpaper. But you didn’t want to feed from them. You didn’t want to risk losing control, didn’t want to didn’t want to didn’t want to—

“I’ll take care of her.” Lysander stepped into the room. He turned to Ray. “She gave her life to save my daughter. This is the least I can do. I promise she’ll be in good hands.”

Your brother paused, then sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know you will, Sir,” he said, defeated. “I just…” He glanced over at you, eyes reflecting his misery.

Lysander reached out, squeezing Ray’s shoulder. “I understand,” he said quietly.

Ray nodded, then approached you again carefully. “Hey.” His voice softened. “I know you probably don’t want me around. But you have my number. Please, just… contact me when you’re ready, ok? You know I’ll be here for you, like I always have been. I’m gonna go back to Scotland, but you know how to reach me if you need anything. I won’t tell any of the family that you’re here.”

Swallowing back the drool, you tentatively reached out and barely ghosted your fingers against his cheek, hoping your eyes would convey your thanks. You just… needed space. Away from him, to control yourself, get yourself together.

But his expression turned a little more hopeful, and he nodded. “Love you, sis,” he said quietly. “Please… live.” With a small smile, he stood and followed Agent Blue out of the room.

With a quiet whine, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push past the unbearable, insistent pain scratching down your throat. Your throat roared for a drink. Your eyes snapped open when you heard Lysander approach. Though you didn’t know why, his presence always sent you into an absolute panic, though not of fear. Your thirst around him seemed to impossibly skyrocket. Like something about him drove you crazy.

He knelt, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He reached out slowly, giving you a chance to move away. Instead, your body froze, entirely fixating on the way his plaid shirtsleeve pulled tight around his arm, rolled up to his elbow. You swallowed thickly, his blood an absolute siren call. You could smell it, practically taste it. Dripping down your throat, into your veins, ambrosia sweet and thick— Drool slipped down the corner of your mouth, past the pressure of fangs against your lips.

Lysander’s eyes strained. “I know what it does to you,” he said quietly. “Just the fact that you’re not lunging for me right now is…” He sighed, his other hand raking through his hair. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or-“ His lips twisted as he cut himself off, as though conflicted. “There’s a reason why my blood calls to you.” He settled himself in front of you, making you want to scream as both relief and a frenzy of want roared through you.

“Of course, Mor is my daughter,” Lysander said, his voice low as he looked down at the floor between you. “But her Mother was… not my true Mate.” He sighed. “I didn’t really care, because I loved her. But she… well, she left me. Didn’t want Mor, didn’t want… me.” A self-depreciating smile passed across his face. “But it was okay, I had Mor and I only wanted the best for her. But still… somewhere inside me, I knew that my true Mate was out there somewhere.”

You almost couldn’t focus, his proximity almost painful because he was too far, and yet not close enough—

“And then you appeared, and Mor started to love you, and I—“ He sighed, hand reaching up to cover his face. “And I didn’t know if I wanted to run or stay.” His shoulders slumped. “Seeing you with Mor, working with you, talking with you… every moment I spend with you near is like agony, but when you leave it’s like you take a part of me with you and I can’t breathe.”

Abruptly, your mouth went dry, shocked almost clear out of bloodlust. Wait, was he saying-?

“I told myself that you’d be better off without me,” Lysander admitted, voice thick. “I’m… not young any more. You’re beautiful and— and you have so much more promise, a whole life ahead of you… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’d gone for so long without my true Mate, I thought I’d be fine. But when I saw you lying on the ground…” He turned his face away, jaw ticking, a wild, feral light in his eyes. A low snarl rumbled through his chest, dissolving into a whine he quickly cut off.

He looked back up at you. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel… obligated to do anything. But you deserve to know the reason why my blood calls to you so strongly, and why— why I want you to drink from me. Why I don’t mind.”

Your mind whirled. The permission. The heady scent of his blood. The warmth he promised. The realization that he was calling you his true Mate. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

Reaching up, you clapped your hand over your mouth with a half-sob of desperation. You wanted it. You practically ached for it, the kindness and love he offered. The promise of a family, a home, someone who had seen you at your worst and still somehow wanted you.

“Please,” Lysander rasped, his eyes laced with that same desperation roiling in his gut. “You don’t even have to accept me as a Mate. But you need to feed, and I—“

You were at your limit. You’d already taxed yourself as a newborn damphyr somehow trying to resist the frenzy of the first feed, and now that your Mate was in front of you, offering freely, practically begging you to feed from him, you could only take so much.

You lunged, a snarl dying on your lips as you lunged forward, the strength of your desperation actually knocking the seasoned werewolf down onto the floor. And still, even as you straddled his waist, your fingers curled around his shoulder, eyes fixed on the tempting expanse of his neck… you still tried to fight. Still tried to fight it, to control yourself.

But Lysander’s broad, warm hands gently wrapped around your waist, not fighting or pushing you off. The scar slashing across the left side of his face seemed to glow in the light streaming through the curtained window, and he gave you a smile.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice low and soothing. “I can handle it. I know you won’t hurt me.”

You shuddered, drool dripping down your fangs. Leaning forward slowly, you tried to keep yourself paced, tried to force yourself to some modicum of control. Mouth opening, you lowered your head until your fangs just barely grazed the crook of his neck and shoulder, not too close to his jugular but just enough.

The moment your fangs sank into his throat, Lysander’s fingers went weak around your waist. A deep groan pooled into the air, and a tremor ran through his body underneath you.

Heat pooled in your stomach, even as his blood slid down your throat with a satisfaction unparalleled. He tasted sweet and dusky, like fresh bread and sunshine, and freshly-cut grass after the rain. The pure heat and warmth he radiated soaked into you, and you felt the bloodlust slowly slake as you drank. Finally, you forced yourself to let go, vaguely aware with your instincts that you’d taken enough to not hurt him but probably still leave him a bit lightheaded for a moment.

The bite wound almost instantly healed over, and his grasp on your waist tightened again, fingers flexing as he regained his bearings.

You leaned your head against his chest, the gratitude and shame warring inside you. Grateful that he’d been so kind, so understanding and gentle. Ashamed of your own arousal, the way your entire being reacted to him.

Your name slipped from his lips, and a moment later his face pressed into your hair. His voice ached with the same torn desire that roiled through you. “I shouldn’t—“ He sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed your body flush against his. You could feel how tight his pants were, could feel the lines of his bulge pressed up against your thigh. A choked groan accompanied the way his hands spasmed around your waist.

“Mate.” The whisper slid from your mouth, the first thing you’d said aloud since your change. Your fingers clenched in his flannel shirt. “Mate… wants me?” Your voice cracked with your fear. Fear that he wouldn’t want to deal with you after all, that you weren’t worth it—

He pulled you closer to him, hand sliding to your hair. “So damn much, sweetheart,” he rasped, cradling your head to his shoulder. “You’re so goddamn beautiful and fierce— I don’t care if you’re human, Seer, damphyr. You’re my true Mate, my love.”

And you buried your face into his shoulder and let yourself shed a few tears of relief. He wanted you. Accepted you, in spite of everything.

“I know it’s not fair to ask you to stay,” his voice strained. “You gave your life for Morrigan, and I’m so much older—“

You reached up, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw as you slanted your lips over his, tears slipping down your cheeks. His mouth opened, kissing you back with a fervor as he splayed his hand over your lower back, pressing you into him. He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling through his chest and straight into your body. Your entire body flushed, and you let out a quiet whimper.

Almost before you could register it, he flipped you over onto the floor, hovering over you. His teeth bared, and he stared down at you with a heat in his eyes that scorched through you. His hands clenched around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

You whimpered, tilting your head to the side and exposing your throat to him, sprawled against the floor. Your chest heaved with breath, and a moment later his teeth closed gently on the arch of your neck. A soft breathy moan escaped your lips, eyes fluttering closed as his scent washed over you, his mouth marking your neck, replacing the memory of the Pricoli’s fingerprints mottled against your skin.

With an effort, Lysander wrenched himself away, though he half rutted against you. “Darling, I’m going to need you to tell me if you don’t want this,” he rasped, voice thick and half a snarl already.

“Lysander,” you whispered, lips caressing his name.

His hips stuttered, and he pulled you up against him before heaving himself up and staggering to the bed. He lowered you onto the bed, wasting no time before he practically yanked you to him, his hands hot and greedy. He kissed you, somehow still gentle and yet needy enough to take your breath away.

“May I?” He tapped your shirt.

You nodded shyly, letting him slide it off of you. You lifted your hips in an invitation, and he lowered his mouth to your neck as he slipped your shorts off. He groaned, hands sliding across your bared skin. His skin felt so hot to the touch against your chilled body, wholly satisfying. You practically melted into his hands like putty, malleable to however he touched you, moved you. He made you feel safe. Loved. Cherished. Wanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “So beautiful, leannen.” The Gaelic spilled naturally from his mouth as he slid his hands under your back, unhooking your bra. You let him slide it off, too desperate for the warmth of his hands to process embarrassment. His hands cupped your breasts, callouses rasping across your nipples in a way that left your breathless and aching.

You whimpered, a little encouraged by the way you felt his bulge throb against you at the sound. Fingers tangling in his shirt, you tilted your head for air, arching into his hands.

“Fuck,” Lysander hissed against your jaw, his hips rolling into you. His hands slid lower, and his thumbs hooked in your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded, fingers clenching against his shoulders as he slid them off. His shirt was already straining at the seams, threatening to rip. At your tug, he took a moment to reach down and practically rip his shirt off, tossing it uncaringly to the side as he opened his mouth against your neck.

You were already dripping, just his touch and scent enough to arouse you. Breath hissed through his teeth as his fingers dragged through your slick, just barely brushing past your clit. A whine escaped your lips as you shivered, fingers slipping against his chest.

“You smell so good,” Lysander groaned, one finger slipping into you as his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re wet. Can I take care of you?” he rumbled, teeth nipping at your ear. “You already gorged yourself on my blood. How about I fill you up with something else?”

You flushed, fangs sinking into your lower lip. “Please?” you whispered.

His ice blue eyes flashed, and his chest heaved under your hands. “Oh, are we a little desperate?” He smirked, sliding another finger into you, stretching you. “Want me to pull your legs up on my shoulders and keep you here all night?” He chuckled, feeling you pulse around his fingers. “Mmmm, I think your gorgeous body is being pretty honest, sweetheart. Well. I aim to please my Mate.”

You only had a moment to wonder when he’d managed to get his pants off. His fingers slid out of you, only for you to feel his cock rest heavily against your entrance. He slid against you, and you could feel a dribble of precum smear across your skin. One hand went to your waist, holding you, while his other found your clit again.

“Is this alright, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and suddenly soft. “I’m a bit of a stretch. I’ll try to go slow.”

With how wet you were, you sincerely doubted that he would find much of a problem. Still, you swallowed and nodded, grateful for his care and the way he tried, every step of the way, to make sure you were comfortable. Then again, you could already tell he wasn’t lying about how big he was. You could feel him resting against you, throbbing against your thigh. Slowly, he pressed just the tip into you, his breath shuddering.

Your lips parted in a gasp as he stretched you open, sliding into you. Compared to the chill of your body, his cock practically radiated heat. By the time he completely bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours, you’d already come so close to the edge, drool slipping from the corners of your lips. He seemed to completely fill you, pressing up against every spot inside of you until you swore he’d stretched you into his shape.

Lysander slumped over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. His entire body shuddered, and his hands clenched around your waist. His chest heaved against yours, muscles flexing as though he were physically holding himself back.

“Thank you.” The shaky whisper pooled against your skin. “For saving her. Giving your life for her. Thank you. For choosing me.”

Your fingers slid into his salt and pepper hair, relishing the stubble against your neck and shoulder. “I love you.” The confession spilled from your lips, quiet in the room.

He shuddered, letting out a low moan. His fingers clenched, just as he pulled you down further onto his cock, pressing up into you. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Lysander,” you repeated obediently, wholly truthful. Your core clenched around him, and he hissed, pulling out to thrust back into you.

“I love you,” he groaned, starting to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm. He reached down, then pulled your legs up around his hips. The new angle made you pulse as he seemed to reach impossibly deeper into you, angling up justenough to hit that one spot inside you that had you gasping and arching.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Feels so good, sweetheart. So good.”

He suddenly reached behind you and grabbed a pillow, then lifted your hips up to prop it under you. Setting you back down, he shifted himself up and pulled your legs up to his shoulders.

A cry left your lips, utterly wrecked and broken. His cock completely filled you, fucking any semblance of coherence out of you, going so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach. He seemed to know exactly how to read your body, adjusting to every whimper you let out, not giving you a break as he kept pounding into you with devastating precision.

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” he chuckled, the sound raking down your spine. “Is this what you want?” He thumbed your clit, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You gonna give Mor a little sibling? Taking me so well like this, spread open for me?”

The thought of adding more kids to your life, together with Lysander, proved to be the last straw for your poor mind. You came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you cried out his name and the wave of heat and pleasure washed through your body.

And Lysander just kept fucking you through it, going harder as he pinned you against the sheets under him, not caring that your fingers raked against his shoulders. He bent to kiss you, murmuring your name in a husky voice that just wrecked you even more. He gave you no mercy, his gaze predatory as he stared down at you, soaking in your ruined expression.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he murmured, coaxing you through your high.

Even when you rode it out, he didn’t slow down or let up the pace. “You gonna make me cum, darling? Can I cum inside you?”

A plea staggered off of your lips, followed by his name. Your jumbled, blissed-out mind wouldn’t allow you to do anything else, barely recalling your own name.

“Fuck— gonna cum, sweetheart— gonna fill you up—“ He let out a moan before his hips slammed into you one last time. He ground against you as he came, his bruising grip not letting you move an inch away from him.

You melted back into the bed, eyes closing as you soaked in the feeling of his seed filling you, pouring into you. Your fingers slid up the back of his neck as you lay there, docile and welcoming to his every move. Even when he’d finally stopped spilling into you, your stomach full and hot, he slumped against you.

His lips slid across your throat, soft and almost reverent, and he pulled you into his body. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, his hands running over you with gentle, loving strokes, soothing you.

“I promise I’ll do my best to protect you, treat you the way you should be,” he promised. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” Then he chuckled, hand running over your stomach. “I wonder if Morrigan will want a brother or a sister. She’s already going to be so excited to call you Mommy.”

You gave him a shy smile, accepting his soft kiss. “Thank you, Lysander,” you whispered. “I love you.”

Perhaps the price of your Fate had been high, you thought, but it had been entirely worth it.

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Worth the World

Spike x Reader

Words: 2459

Summary: On a particularly bad day, the reader can barely bring herself to get out of bed. Spike does his best to comfort his girlfriend without being overbearing.

Notes: This is inspired by one of my favorite fics ever by @suckmysupernatural. I got this idea when having a depressive episode myself, so I hope you guys enjoy a little comfort fic with one of my favorite vamps. Plus, I’ve never written for Spike before and since I’m getting back into Buffy, I thought this would be the perfect time. (Also, this is entirely based on my own experience, so it might not be everyone’s experience with this kind of thing {but please be nice, I just used a few of the things I felt so it’s all based on my own emotions and insecurities!}) Enjoy!

Warnings: Depression, self-loathing, anxiety (This imagine was really just a way for me to put down my emotions and write something comforting, but I hope you all like it too)

You didn’t want to move. You weren’t really sure if you could. Your limbs just felt… heavy. Forcing your legs to move, you slowly swung them over the side of the bed, using all the strength you could muster to sit up straight.

It wasn’t that something terrible had happened. In fact, the day before had gone pretty well. You’d spent most of it watching movies with Willow and Buffy and, when the sunset, you went on a long evening walk with your boyfriend. There were no deadly forces plotting world domination, no vengeful vamps after you or your friends. Hell, your favorite restaurant was open and you brought home leftovers for breakfast.

Now, the idea of eating made your stomach turn. You managed to shuffle your way to the kitchen of your apartment, but just stood in front of the counter, leaning on the marble top for support. Just standing there felt like it took every ounce of energy you had. It was almost painful, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You did your best to keep them from falling. You had places to be today, meeting up with the gang and you didn’t want to worry them with your moping.

With slow steps, you made your way back to your room to get dressed. Of course, most of your clothes were dirty and you didn’t care enough to wash them. So you threw a sweatshirt over your pajama top and put on some shoes, hoping no one would ask about it. You caught your reflection and felt that dark, empty feeling in your chest grow. Pathetic. Your shoulders sagged forward and you blinked away more tears as you watched them well in your eyes. You didn’t have the right to feel like this. How much had Buffy been through and she still greeted every day with a smile. Everything was perfect and yet you were pathetic enough to still want to crawl back into bed. You just hoped that you would feel better by the time you saw everyone. Especially Spike.

You sat with your legs pulled up to your chest. Xander and Willow were debating whether or not using wooden bullets would be a good vamp killer. Buffy was listening in amusement and Giles just looked exasperated, distracting himself by putting books back in their proper place on the shelves. No one said anything about your pajamas. You actually felt kind of invisible, like no one even really knew you were there. It made the empty feeling that much worse.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Xander, don’t you think that’s a little insensitive?”

“What? It’s not like we’re planning on dusting her boyfriend. Even if he is annoying and evil and-”

“Xander.” Willow said sternly. When you looked up, everyone’s eyes were on you.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really paying attention.” Your voice held little to no emotion. You were almost too exhausted to feel anything. You just felt hollow.

“If I shot Spike with a wooden bullet do you think he would, you know,” Xander made a motion with his hands that was meant to simulate a vampire dying. “Just theoretically, of course.”

Everyone was expecting a witty remark. You and Xander were close and teased each other often, especially about your relationship with Spike. Instead, you just shrugged, your eyes fixating on a spot on the table.

“Maybe.”

The group collectively exchanged a look of concern, but didn’t press anything. After all, what reason could there be for you to be upset? They knew that if something had happened with Spike, you would tell them and there weren’t any recent deaths to worry about, so they continued on with their playful conversations about breaking curses and some movie that they had watched recently. It felt like you were intruding- like an unwanted bystander that everyone wished would just disappear. While no one had said anything like that, the thoughts filled your head nonetheless.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but you’d never told them. An episode like this hadn’t happened in months so you had hoped they had stopped. Some days you were as happy as you ever had been, but others you felt like a burden. Worthless and pathetic- pitying yourself for no reason at all.

Spike didn’t even know, even after almost a year of dating. You never dreamed of telling him. Spike was always saying that you were the strong one. You were the one that helped him through every day of his endless living. He got his soul for you. What would he say if he saw you like this? If he knew the doubts and loathing going through your head. He would know that you’re weak and vulnerable and you didn’t want that to happen.

So you didn’t tell them. You kept all of your thoughts inside of you as they ate away at your mind. On the outside, you just looked tired. Everyone knew that you stayed awake into the late hours because of Spike, so you hoped that’s what they would think. You were tired, but it wasn’t from lack of sleep. It was like your body just wanted to give up. Maybe if you could just wake yourself up, everything would go back to normal.

Buffy and Willow went out for coffee, so you went with them, hoping the caffeine would be enough to shake you out of this. Instead, it just made you more jumpy and anxious. The cup shook in your hand, but you kept drinking, still hoping that it would give you enough energy to fake it. This, like your out-of-it demeanor, did not go unnoticed.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Buffy asked, suddenly stopping her conversation with Willow about shoes. At first, you didn’t realize she was talking to you. You were so focused on the thoughts swarming around in your head, you hadn’t noticed they were both looking at you with concern.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’ve been spacing out all morning. What’s going on?”

“I guess I’m just tired.” You shrugged, grimacing from the effort the small movement took.

“Are you sure? Did Spike do something stupid, because you know I’ll-”

“Really, Buffy, I’m okay. I think I just need to go home and rest for a while.” You finished the rest of the coffee, feeling your heart beat faster as the anxiety built up in your chest. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

“Okay.” Buffy gave you a skeptical glance and Willow smiled sincerely.

“Feel better, Y/N.”

“I’ll see you guys later.” You faked the best smile you could before turning away from them.

“Is she going to be okay?” Willow wondered, watching the way you nervously messed with the hem of your shirt as you walked. Buffy narrowed her eyes and grabbed her bag.

“I don’t know, but if she won’t talk to us about it, there’s one person she will.”

“Oh do we have to go there? You know that place gives me the creeps.” Willow whined. Buffy just gave her a look and the two trekked off in search of your sun-hating boyfriend.

You stood in the middle of your living room as the tears slowly started to pour down your cheeks. The coffee must have given you enough energy to cry and now you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move, you just stood, frozen by the overwhelming emptiness inside you. Pathetic. Useless. Worthless. Everything was swirling around your head, breaking you down further until you had to lean against the window sill to stay standing.

You could faintly hear something outside your door, but you made no motion to open it. It sounded far away, or maybe you were just blocking it out. All you could hear was your heart pounding, along with the hundreds of doubts rattling in your head. It was until the door burst open that you flinched.

“First, the slayer comes banging on my crypt, telling me that something’s wrong and then you leave me to break down your door- if I could die, you would have scared me to death. Why didn’t you open the door?” Spike huffed in frustration. You didn’t turn around. Frankly, you hardly noticed he was there. His irritation quickly faded, replaced by worry. “Y/N, love, what is it?”

You still didn’t respond, keeping your back turned with your hands clinging to the window sill to keep from falling. Spike approached you slowly and you thought you heard his footsteps, but part of you thought you were just imagining him. Why would he come for you? It was the middle of the day and the sun was high in the sky. A rush of guilt washed over you. He came here despite the danger of being burned and you didn’t even have a reason. You’d put him at risk for your own pitiful problems.

“Darling, why won’t you look at me?” He took another step towards you, but stopped. The sun’s rays created a shield around you, preventing him from pulling you into his arms. “If you could just lower the blinds, that would make this far less awkward.”

“You d-didn’t need to come here. T-the sun.” You stammered. You wanted to reach for the curtains, but you still couldn’t move your arms without your legs giving out.

“A little sunlight isn’t going to stop from me from getting to you,” he said sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him rush to the window, the sound of his skin sizzling in the light made you let go of the ledge. Your legs buckled just as he got the curtains closed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You had hurt him. All you had to do was reach up and shut out the sunlight and you couldn’t even do that. He burned himself just to reach you.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you. It’s alright.” He held you up for a moment before sinking to the floor to hold you in his lap. “I’ve got you love, I’ve got you.”

“Y-you shouldn’t be here, Spike. I’m not-” You hid your face from his view so he would see the tears. “I’m not worth all of this. There’s something wrong with me. One minute I’m fine and the next I’m like this and I don’t even know why. I don’t have a reason to feel like this. It’s like I’m… broken or something.”

“You aren’t broken.” Spike said softly, tucking your head under his chin and gently rocking you back and forth. “You’re human.”

He held you like that for a long while, not saying anything or even moving off of the floor. He didn’t make you look at him until he was sure you had relaxed enough. Putting a finger under your chin, he gently lifted your face to meet his.

“I’m sorry about all this.” You sniffed, using your sleeve to wipe some of the dampness off your cheeks.

“I don’t want to hear those worse from you for the rest of the day.” Spike gave you a small smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I would trek across deserts wrapped in a blanket if it meant being here with you. Every second is worth it.” Now, he lowered his lips down to yours for a slow, sweet kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining with the soul of a man in love. “To me, love, you’re worth the world.”

You stared into his eyes and knew that he meant every single word. While it didn’t chase away your doubts or the empty feeling in your chest, it helped you see that this feeling would end. And for now, that was enough.

“I love you.” You whispered, pulling him closer. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too, darling.” He hooked his arm under your knees and stood, holding you against his chest. “Now, why don’t I get you something to eat and we can spend the day in bed?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“Spike.” You laughed lightly.

“There,” He beamed, “I knew I could get a smile.”

He carried you into your room and placed you on your usual side of the bed, laying your fluffiest blanket over top of you. Then he vanished into your kitchen, the sound of your cupboards opening and shutting reminding you that he had no idea where anything was. It almost made you smile. He came back in with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a class of milk, and a thin leather bound journal.

“What’s that?” You wondered as he climbed into the bed beside you. He handed you the cereal and milk and put his arm around you, pulling you close.

“Eat your cereal.” He ordered teasingly, opening up to the first page. You tried to look over his shoulder, but he pulled the book away, laughing. “Do you want me to read or not?”

“What is it?” Your curiosity made your tone amused and playful. You were starting to sound like you again.

“Well, ever since I got this pesky soul back, I’ve had an unbearable amount of feelings running about in my head, so I figured I could at least put them to good use.”

“Spike, are they…?” You perked up with excitement. He smiled sheepishly.

“Poems.” He looked down at seemingly endless pages of his writings and back at you. “They’re mostly about you, of course. I thought, maybe, you’d like to hear them. See if they’d make you feel a little better.” You were almost too awestruck to nod.

“I’d really like that.”

With your cereal in hand, you curled up beside him, laying your head back against his shoulder. He read softly and slowly, his gentleness with his words almost lulling you to sleep. The poems were beautiful, forcing you to stay awake if only to hear one more word. Spike felt you relaxed against him as he read and paused his reading to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, and lastly your lips.

You felt the emptiness for a few more days, but each day, he was by your side, making sure you ate and gave yourself time to breathe. By the time you started to feel normal again, he’d read most of his poems and continued to write more and you were able to go for your evening walks without feeling exhausted. Your friends were more than supportive and helped you through it all while still giving you the space you needed.

It wasn’t the last time an episode like this happened, but now you always knew that, no matter what, you’d never be alone.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

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Listen to: ‘Personal’ -by The Vamps, Maggie Lindemann

xv: Peter Parker's Detective Agency

"The party was a disaster, everyone started chanting 'Penis Parker' and I called Peter so he would go home instead of back to Liz's place."

"Why did it take him so long? He was away a whole hour," C.C. frowned.

"He said he saw something related to the weapons the guys at the ATM had used and went to investigate."

"On his own? He hasn't called me at all since last night, what's wrong with him?"

"You can ask him," Ned responded. "I'm not getting involved in your thing with Peter."

C.C. forced Pietro to promise he wouldn't say a thing to Peter about the previous night, she'd made MJ promise the same thing, and now she was trying to forget she'd burst into tears in front of her friends, she was uncomfortable and tense, and this new information wasn't making things better.

The girl didn't speak for the most part of the morning, and when Peter told her to meet him at the workshop her anger only increased, yet she kept it quiet, waiting for the moment he would notice she was upset.

Right now, however, he was striking a piece of the Chitauri weapon with little to no safety measures, and she was glaring at him from a safe place at the far corner of the table.

"Hey, thanks for bailing on me," Ned approached them.

Peter barely reacted. "Yeah, well, something came up."

He showed Ned the little glowing rock and their friend stared in awe.

"What is that?"

"I don't know. Some guy tried to vaporize me with it," He said casually.

C.C. scoffed, but the boys didn't seem to hear.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah..."

"Awesome!" Peter gave him an annoyed look and Ned fixed his mistake. "I mean, not awesome. Totally uncool of that guy. SO scary."

"...Well, look, I think it's a power source..."

"Yeah, but it's connected to all these microprocessors— that's an inductive charging plate, that's what I use to charge my toothbrush."

C.C. leaned closer to see, she wasn't much of an expert when it came to tech talk, she wasn't much of an expert at anything except espionage and fighting techniques. She'd been taught to use some high-tech stuff at S.H.I.E.L.D, but she'd never been shown how to build it from scratch.

"Whoever's making these weapons is combining alien tech with ours," Peter explained.

"That is literally the coolest sentence anyone has ever said," Ned breathed.

"Friday said it first," She grumbled.

Peter glanced at her but Ned spoke and distracted the boy from her bad mood.

"I just want to thank you for letting me be part of your journey, into this amazing—"

Peter slammed the hammer against the object and the glowing stone flew out of the table.

"Keep your fingers off the blades!" The teacher warned absently.

C.C. lost her patience.

"Can you be any less careful?" She hissed. "That Chitauri thing could blow up a whole city for all we know and you're here hammering against it! Hand it over!"

She snatched the hammer away from his hand, the boys shared a panicky expression. Peter spoke in a slightly frightened tone. "You okay, C.C?"

She glared at him, picking up her stuff hastily.

"I'm fantastic, but it's not like you'd notice if it were any other way, would you? You're too busy playing hero, desperately trying to look cool. You don't care about what I have to say."

"I care about you, I asked you to come for a reason!" He pouted. "But all you've done is sit there and glare at us and I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but we could use Copycat's help here, you know?"

She stared at him, Peter really did not understand he was upsetting her, it disappointed her.

"I'll see you guys later."

"I'm mad at Peter," She announced as soon as she found Pietro and MJ.

She didn't know if the pair could be called "friends", but Pietro seemed to be the only boy MJ could stand apart from Ned and Peter, and he liked spending time with MJ cause she didn't talk much and he, much like C.C., got tired of having to listen to the ramblings of other teenagers.

"Really?" Pietro raised a brow.

"I stormed out of the workshop and now I don't know how to approach him after this, so I guess I'll be mad until I stop feeling uneasy."

"Have you never apologized before?" MJ put her book down. "Cause you could apologize and this would be over."

C.C. pondered. "I don't want to apologize."

"Why not?"

"She'll have to explain why she got mad in the first place," Pietro smirked.

"You'd have to tell Peter how you feel about him and Liz, got it," MJ snorted. "Sounds terrible, that's exactly why I avoid catching feelings for anyone."

"C.C. used to say the same thing— she was all 'I don't care about people, they're replaceable!' and now she cries at parties cause a lanky boy won't look her way."

"I came here asking for help and all you're doing is make fun of me," She scowled. "Maybe I should get angry at you too."

"You wouldn't last a day without us," MJ stated. "Sit and touch the grass or something, right now what you need is to calm down a little."

"I agree with Jones," Pietro hummed. "People don't think right when they're mad, you'll see it will feel much easier wanting to apologize to Peter once you've calmed down."

"Hey, do you guys have any plans for this Friday?"

"Why, are you going to ask us on a date?" Pietro hummed.

"Don't be nasty, P.J." C.C. made a face. "I don't. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'll like to go watch the academic decathlon in D.C., it's my first time going and... I don't know, I guess I'd like to have you there."

"Aww, are you growing fond of us? Are we your soft spot?"

"Stop. Stop it right now," MJ stood and grabbed her things. "You have until Thursday to let me know."

"I can't, sorry," Pietro said. "I've got a party."

"I don't trust P.J. enough to leave him alone at a party, but considering I was the one that made a scene last time... I guess he'll be okay on his own."

"So you're saying you're coming with me?" MJ asked, trying not to look eager.

"Yeah sure," She smiled.

"Great," MJ nodded. "See you guys."

"Wait, I forgot my history book."

"Don't take long."

She rushed back into the school, spotting two strange men a the far end of the hallway. C.C. saw Peter run out of the opposite corner and follow the two, Ned's head peered out from behind the wall but he didn't move. Sensing that those guys had to do with Peter's little adventure the prior night, she moved in the same direction as them.

They had entered the workshop in which Peter had been tearing apart the Chitauri weapon, he was on the stairs listening intently to their talk, but he hadn't noticed her. He left the safe space to get a closer look but moved a chair in the process.

Peter stuck himself upside down to a table, one of the guys had noticed the movement and was walking towards him. C.C. quickly took action, she walked down the stairs loudly, and spoke in a firm, curious voice:

"Oh, you must be the electrician! This is not the place where we'll be hosting our homecoming, though, let me walk you to the court!"

"Er... no, it's fine," one of the men spoke to her. "We actually just finished here, Sir. If you could just point us to the main exit..."

"You go upstairs and turn left, then you walk straight to the end of the corridor, you can't miss it."

Both men walked past her -or Mr. Dell in their eyes- and abandoned the workshop.

She waited a minute before speaking. "You can come out now, Peter."

The boy slowly appeared from under the table, he looked up at her in confusion until C.C. shifted back into her original form, the boy gaped at her.

"Wow, you're really good!" He exclaimed. "It's the first time I see you shift fully! How did you do it without touching him first?"

"I touched him about thirty minutes ago, bumped into him..."

They stared at each other for an awkward second before C.C. decided she was still upset.

"Bye."

"No, wait! C.C!"

The girl tried to run out but Peter caught her in a web, however, C.C. used her claws to set herself free.

"What the f— Stop pulling tricks I don't know about!"

"Stop trying to stop me!"

They emerged on the main hall where Ned was waiting for Peter, she glared at him.

"Take him off my back!"

She ignored Peter's shouting and walked right out of the school.

"You came!"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," She hugged MJ briefly, both girls were still awkward about physical contact. "Nice of Mr. Harrington for letting me tag along."

"This school would do anything for a Stark," MJ smirked.

"Hey, it's Peter!"

"What!" C.C. turned abruptly, behind her MJ snorted.

"Er— I was hoping I could rejoin the team?" He said to Liz and Ned.

"No, no way, you can't quit on us, stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone—"

"Hey, welcome back! Flash, you're back to first alternate," Mr. Harrington climbed out of the bus.

"What?"

"He's taking your place," said one of the teammates happily.

"Excuse me, can we go already?" MJ spoke up behind her, Peter's attention immediately landed on C.C. "Cause I was hoping to get in some protesting in front of an embassy before dinner, so..."

"Protesting is patriotic, let's get on the bus!"

"Looks like Peter's starting to listen to you," MJ nudged her arm playfully.

C.C. knew better, though. Peter hadn't talked things out with her, if he was here, it was very likely he was following a lead on the modified weapons. She believed it to be a little selfish, considering all these students were counting on him and he didn't care about the decathlon at all.

He tried to say something when she walked past him, but C.C. turned to MJ and started a conversation before he could speak.

An hour later Peter approached her.

"Ah, hey," He cleared his throat. "Happy just called me, he said you're not answering your phone."

"Her driver has your number?" MJ frowned.

"Yeah, Happy's a little paranoid when it comes to my safety," C.C. was quick to lie. "This will only take a minute— be right back."

She abandoned her seat and followed Peter to the very back of the bus.

"Did Happy really call or you're just making up an excuse to talk to me?" She inquired rudely.

"He called," Peter gave her an annoyed look. "Did you know he put trackers on us?"

"I'm an unregistered mutant and you're an idiot, of course they put trackers on us," Her eyes went to Ned, who was holding some kind of artifact projecting a place far from the decathlon's building. "By the looks of it you're tracking someone as well, so don't come at me acting all insulted."

Peter had nothing to say about it, she began to leave but he grabbed a hold of her hoodie -his hoodie, she hadn't returned it after the night Ned found out about them.

"Alright, fine, I won't complain about the tracker but can you please tell me what's going on? You've been mad at me for days and I've got no idea why."

"I don't want to tell you," She replied childishly. "So just ignore it and leave me alone—"

"I have the right to ask," He said in an angry whisper, "also you're stuck with me in this tiny bus for at least another four hours, let's just get it out of the way."

"No."

She snatched the hoodie away from his grasp, Peter lost his patience.

"Just tell me what did I do to you!"

Everyone on the bus went silent and turned to stare. C.C. felt her cheeks grow warm and turned her back on the other teens.

"Sorry," He mumbled, sitting back down.

The girl glimpsed at him for just a moment, she saw his jaw clenching as he fixed his gaze on the back of Ned's seat. She felt forced to do it, but sat down anyway, considering she was far more tired of keeping her bad mood active than she was of Peter's behavior.

"You didn't do anything to me... it's what you're doing without me."

Peter didn't speak, he didn't dare interrupt her.

"When I told Tony about you, I thought you'd get mad at me for revealing your identity, and for not telling you who I was, but it was the complete opposite. After that, you were always so hyped about what we'd do together, but it's like... it's like you only care about me when I'm wearing the suit. I'm no use to you without it."

"It's not—"

"Let me finish," She frowned. "You don't ask what I think about all the crazy stuff you're doing— To me C.C.'s life's important, but you don't care about her, cause you don't even care about yourself, you just care about Spider-man."

Peter stared at her as if she were speaking another language, so she tried to simplify her words.

"I didn't stay in school to be your sidekick. I want a normal life, and you wanting nothing to do with that is ruining the little time I have to enjoy it. Don't act as if what you're doing is equally as beneficial to everyone involved."

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Spike

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(There are so many options for meeting Spike that it was genuinely hard to choose which one I wanted to write for this. I could do probably do a whole post about various meeting scenarios)

- Spike knew about you far before the two of you met. He’d been watching, or more accurately stalking you, ever since he saw you with the Blonde slayer.

- Initially, it’s to use you as a weapon; to taunt the slayer with the threat of hurting her weak little mortal friend. It makes his fun little game of getting under her skin so much easier. All he has to do is show up near you, linger just out of your view or look as though he’s about to approach you and her face crumbles into a look of both severe warning and fear.

- But he never does confront you, not until you’re forced to find out that Buffy is a slayer and that vampires are real and that your life is very much so in danger if you don’t start taking some precautions.

- So you stopped walking at night, or going anywhere at night, even with friends. Stopped hanging out in shady places, always carried holy water or a cross, etc. You were doing well, you were being safe, until one night when you went out with some friends; after a few quiet and safe months for everyone, and without thinking, you did so with no “weapon”.

- At first, you had a surge of fear course through you upon finding that you forgot your safety precautions at home, but as the night dragged on and nothing happened, you were able to calm down. You had fun, your life was back to normal at least for a little while, and soon enough your friends were dropping you off back at home.

- You waved to them as they drove off, brushing away your hair as the wind blew it in your face. You turned to head inside your house, only getting a few steps forward before a hand gripped your shoulder and pulled you backwards.

- If there was ever a time to die of fright, now would be it. Of course, standing before you was the bleach blonde bat himself.

- He was far more handsome than you ever expected from Buffy’s warnings but that was besides the point. He flashed a grin at you, moving forwards as you clumsily walked backwards to get away from him.

“Hasn’t anybody ever warned you about being out alone at night, pet?”

- You couldn’t have answered if you tried though it turned out you didn’t have to. The sound of a car approaching broke the silence and in an instant Buffy was jumping out of the passenger side seat and running towards the two of you.

- Spike merely held his hands up in a mocking gesture of surrender as the blond threatened him, his eyes locking darkly on you for a lingering moment before he stalked off. Buffy guided you to your door and made you promise to be careful, handing you the jacket you’d forgotten at the party.

- That was the last time you saw him for a long time though you’d heard of his temporary alliance with Buffy when trying to stop Angelus and Acathla from sucking the world into hell. Buffy assured you that he’d left town with Drusilla and wasn’t coming back, putting your mind at ease. Well, at ease until he did come back.

- Heartbroken, depressed, and alone Spike returned to Sunnydale, and who did he visit? Well, who else but you!

- You were sitting on your back porch when he arrived, completely alone with everyone in your house out for the night. Turns out that fight or flight wasn’t the only response one could have when encountering something dangerous; there was also freeze.

“Spike,” you could barely get the name out, eyes wide, heart racing nervously. “What are you doing here?”

- He gazed at you for a long moment, his jaw set moodily and his eyes contemplating and stormy. And then, as though it were normal, he took a seat beside you on your porch and began to speak.

- He started from the beginning, talking about helping Buffy, leaving town with a girl, their relationship. And then he began to speak about their fight and subsequent breakup, and in pure shock you realized that the man had started to cry.

- Now unbeknownst to you and as I said before, Spike had watched you for a long time. He’d seen the way you were with your friends and how kind you were and him, desperate for someone to talk to, had decided that he would unleash his tale of misery upon you.

- Okay, so you’d comforted your friends during breakups before but comforting a depressed vampire after a breakup; one that only months prior was undoubtedly going to kill you, was not something you were prepared for.

- Tentatively, you reached out and placed your hand on his shoulder, stilling there for a moment, trying to think of what you should do. Before you could speak, he’d leaned down and pressed his face against your shoulder, branching off into more of his story.

- You took his cold hand into your free one and began to speak, hesitantly offering comforting words and explanations, reasoning with him that maybe this girl wasn’t meant for him as much as it would hurt for him to admit it.

- After a few minutes of this, he raised his head from your shoulder, sniffling and wiping his face before setting his gaze forward and awkwardly excusing himself. You; still bemused by the entire encounter, said goodbye and without thinking told him that you’d “be here”.

- He froze for a moment before nodding and slinking off into the darkness. You merely took a deep breath and went back inside your house, wondering what the hell your life had become.

- As time would tell, your caring nature would prove to be a driving force in the creation of a friendship between you and the vamp. You showed him (1) one ounce of kindness and he latched onto it, feeding from it like the vampire he is.

- He’d taken your advice to heart, kept himself from Drusilla and settled into his cozy crypt in Sunnydale, though that wasn’t the only place he resided. Spike had also taken to loitering around you and your house.

- No one has ever really been nice to Spike which is awful to think about but true nonetheless. It hadn’t really bothered him before since he’d never had anything to compare his treatment to, but now that you’d shown him genuine care and kindness, well, he wanted more.

- So yes, he loiters, he visits, he acts as though his sudden trailing of you is not odd in the slightest. You don’t have the heart to turn him away, not after that emotional display of his, so you just accept it although wearily at first.

- After a while, you begin to trust him. If this was all a ploy then hell, his dedication was enough to warrant his right to kill you. But it wasn’t a ploy, as much as Buffy believed it was when she found out, scolding you for being stupid and demanding that Spike stay the hell away from you. He didn't.

- He makes every excuse in the book to come and see you, showing up uninvited yet unsurprisingly nearly every night and sometimes day. It doesn’t even really matter what you’re doing at the time, he has no problem just sitting and watching, helping, or doing something on his own.

- It takes some time to realize why he’s so drawn to you and when he does, he doesn’t know what to do because it’s finally so obvious to him. And it scares him.

- Above all, he fears rejection because the more time he spends with you, the more he realizes that you not returning his affections is going to tear him apart. So he puts off telling you though not for long, he can only keep himself from confessing for so long before he finally can’t take it anymore.

- He calls you from a payphone one night and asks if you can come see him, “just for a little while” though you know it won’t be, knowing him. You glance at the clock and though it’s late and you should probably be going to bed, you agree.

- Soon enough, you’re walking into his humble abode and questioning him as to what he wanted you over for, missing the way his eyes locked adoringly onto you as you shrugged your jacket off. He remains quiet for a minute until you call his name curiously.

- Finally, he confesses everything. How you’re the only one who’s ever really been nice to him. How he thinks you’re beautiful. How he loves your personality. And finally, how he loves you. You’re shocked to say the least but you don’t have time to be shocked, he’s looking at you expectantly; vulnerably, waiting for an answer and hopefully one that won’t shatter whats left of his heart.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” You stutter out, swallowing the lump of emotion that’s made it’s home in your throat.

“Just say that you love me back.” He whispers.

- He’s pleading with you now and the mere thought of how truly in love with you he must be to discard his usual sarcasm and defensiveness and genuinely beg you to not reject him pushes you to respond.

“I love you too.” You can see the weight lift from his shoulders as he moves closer to you.

“Say it again...please.” He asks quietly and your heart races.

“I love you.” You reply as he reaches you, mere inches away from your own body. He pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around you tightly, pinning you to him.

“One more time. ...Just please, one more time.” He whispers into the crook of your neck.

“I love you. I love you. I love-”

- Your words are cut off by a desperate kiss. Months of yearning and longing piled up into one amazing, beautiful kiss.

- You always thought that a kiss making you weak in the knees was something reserved only for movies but it was then that you found out that wasn’t the case. By the time you were forced to pull away because of a little thing called the need to breathe, he was the only thing holding you up.

“I love you.” You told him earnestly, gazing into his eyes, your hand smoothing the back of his hair. He silently tilted his face up, pressing his lips to your forehead before pressing it against his own.

“Stay with me?” He asked and you recognized that it meant two things all at once.

- He keeps himself glued to you at all times. You’re that insufferable couple who can never keep their hands; or lips, off of each other, he can’t at least.

- He likes playing with your hair. Doesn’t matter what’s going on, whether you’re perfectly happy, horny or arguing; his hand gravitates to your hair without thinking.

- Painting his nails.

- Passionate, slightly rough kisses. He ravages your mouth whenever he can.

- Making out, like, a lot. Doesn’t matter what mood either of you are in, all he wants to do is shut out the world and focus on your lips and the way he can get you to make those quiet little moans.

- Sitting on his lap. Be careful though, he gets particularly handsy and needy whenever you do.

- He’s pretty much horny all the time and when he isn’t right off the bat, he’s very easy to turn on.

- Teasing him with your neck; it drives him crazy. If you let him feed off of you, I assure you, it will be the most erotic thing you’ve ever been through.

- He compliments you a lot, especially when you get all dressed up, but he’ll also sometimes just bite his lip at you, looking you up and down and making you seriously contemplate not going out like you were planning.

- He calls you sooo many pet names. Things like: baby, darling, love, sweetheart, pet. Not to mention the one’s he’s made into pet names with how much he calls you it.

- Calling him William; it always seems to do something to him whenever you do. He can’t really describe what he’s feeling but he isn’t going to tell you to stop.

- Getting “bloody awful” poetry written about you. You don’t even care if it’s bad, you find it adorable and romantic either way, though you’ll probably only get to read it if you go snooping.

- Chivalry is ingrained deep within him and it always comes out when he’s with you. He opens doors, pulls out your chair, etc, without even thinking about it.

- Getting to wear the jacket™. He’ll give you hell for not bringing your own coat but will do so while draping his own over you and pulling you close.

- Singing along to the radio with him. He likes classic rock so that’s usually what’s playing.

- Soft, lingering touches.

- He acts as though he’s touch starved even though he’s obviously had affection people before; namely Drusilla. He gets all weak when you put your hands on him or show him affection. Either that or he just gets all riled up.

- As much as he loves your kindness, he does like when you’re aggressive and mean to him. There’s just something about an angry woman that drives him wild.

- He has a bad habit of talking when he shouldn’t and/or being aggressively; and unhelpfully, sarcastic. Get used to telling him to or making him shut up, your choice.

- Innuendoes, sarcasm and delightful quips.

- Late night visits. If you can, I’d suggest adopting a nocturnal sleeping pattern.

- But don’t worry, or, well, maybe you should, because he’ll also visit you during the day, wrapped in a blanket and quite literally smoking. He’ll greet you as though it’s completely normal, defensively asking if it’s a crime to want to see “his girl” when you incredulously ask him what he’s doing.

- Does he accidentally stay at your place until after the sunrises so that he’s “forced” to stay with you the entire day? Maybe....

- He’s clingy and possessive in an endearing, slightly annoying way. He only does it or acts like it because he loves you so much so you can’t really be too bothered by it.

- He likes to think of himself as a big bad vampire but deep down he’s a sentimental, emotional softie who’s desperate for love.

- Comforting him. He deserves to have someone be there for him and believe in him and you’re that person. You’re the only one who really gets to see that broken side of him and you should be honored by that privilege.

- He’s not very experienced in comforting people but he has this inexplicable urge to do so whenever he see’s that you’re upset. Even if he’s furious with you, the moment he see’s tears, it’s like the anger drains out of him and leaves him with a heart that’s aching at the sight of you so hurt.

- He insists on looking after you when you’ve fallen ill or gotten hurt. He trusts no one else to do it, not letting them near you unless he’s sure that they can help in a way he can’t. You’re practically held prisoner until you’re well again, though he makes your imprisonment quite enjoyable.

- He holds you while you sleep, watching over you, memorizing every detail of your face. Usually, you’re either cradled against him, your face resting against his arm and your arms wrapped around his waist, or he’s spooning you from behind and pressing kisses to whatever bare skin he can reach.

- He makes these confessions that have your heart racing and tears wanting to come to your eyes because of how beautifully romantic and touching they are. They can be about anything having to do with you: your beauty, your personality, the things you do, or just how he feels about you in general.

- He’s genuinely scared of how hard he’s fallen in love with you. He’s never really been close to anyone; not like he is with you at least, so it frightens him to see how much of an affect you have on him.

- It may sound odd but he loves your scent. It’s practically a drug to him. He huffs you and your belongings: your neck, your hair, perfume, clothing.

- He steals your clothes and photos. He’s practically got a shrine to you in his crypt, nestled deep in one of his drawers where he hopes you’ll never find it since he doesn’t want to explain what its doing there.

- He kinda, sorta, moves into your house after you start dating. I mean, he’s there so much that he’s practically living with you. He definitely stole one of your drawers over time, sneaking his stuff into it right under your nose until you finally realize that you have an entire drawer full of just his clothes.

- You aren’t really sure how he did it, but he made your mother really like him, like even before the two of you started dating. And rest assured, if you got a boyfriend between becoming friends and dating him, Spike most definitely turned your mother against them. Either that or she just liked him so much more and tried to persuade you to date the vamp instead, which he’d be very smug about.

- Buffy isn’t fond of your relationship but she plays nice, except for when she gave him the “I’ll stake you if you hurt her” speech.

- Defending him. He gets so happy and smug whenever you do, a Cheshire grin spreading across his mouth as he stands behind you.

- He wants to be better, for you above all else, and with you by his side, he’s sure he can.

- He get’s incredibly jealous over you. He doesn’t even like hearing your exes name leave your mouth, god forbid someone were to flirt with or be interested in you. The police would find their body dead in a ditch somewhere or; at the very least, severely beaten.

- He’s incredibly protective and selfless when it comes to you. He’s ready to kill and be killed if it means that you’ll be safe. Thankfully, not many of your threats are that big so he doesn’t have to put his undead life on the line.

- Taking care of him when he’s hurt. He only allows you to do it, not wanting to be that vulnerable looking under anyone else’s gaze. He has a habit of saying that he “doesn’t deserve you” once you finish doing something for him which make you feel the need to prove that he does.

- You get into little meaningless arguments and bicker a lot but you don’t have very many serious fights. But if you did have a serious fight, he’d raise his voice, maybe insult you a little; nothing too severe just rude, and one of you would wind up storming off.

- He’d pretend as though he didn’t care but he’d be really torn up, going to your friends to rant about what happened and moping about their homes, not caring if they want him gone or not. They’ll probably wind up calling you to come get him, or he’ll go off in search of you on his own, apologizing for everything and asking if you can forgive him.

- Lots and lots of “I love yous”. They range from being incredibly sincere to horny to lighthearted; sometimes in the same conversation!

- He plans on spending the rest of his undead life with you. He’s already got a ring and a plan to sire you when you’re ready, just say the words and he’ll be yours forever.

#spike imagine #spike headcanon #spike headcanons #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer headcanon #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #buffy the vampire slayer headcanons #90s tv headcanons #90s tv show imagine #90s tv show headcanons #90s tv show imagines #90s tv imagine #william the bloody imagine #william the bloody headcanons #spike #btvs imagine #btvs headcanons #btvs headcanon

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mytwilightimagines13 · 3 years

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The Lost One (Part Six) (Alec Volturi)

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Word count: 1435

Rage. Pure rage was all Melody could feel at this moment. It was burning through Melody as the group of vampires left America in their private jets. She could not believe her allies would betray her and her coven like that. Melody wasn't the daughter of Caius. She couldn't be. And now, she is going to get killed all thanks to the Cullens. Because of their selfish ways. Not only did they go against the nature of a vampire, they also thought themselves all high and mighty because of it. As if they were better than her, all because of their diet and their capability to maintain a large coven without killing or attacking each other over every little irritation. She growled lowly in frustration as she looked out of the window of the jet. Felix, who had been seated next to her, growled in warning at her. “Behave.” “Yeah, yeah. My apologies, Felix, was it?” Melody said before turning her face towards the window. She watched as the plane left the east coast of America and start the journey over the Atlantic Ocean. Many vampires kept on sneaking glances at her throughout the flight, every single one of them wondering if this really was Caius Volturi's lost daughter. Caius and Athenodora were sitting in seats opposite of them (Aro's idea). Caius kept glaring at her while Athenodora kept throwing hopeful glances at her. She looked like she wanted to speak up, but couldn't find the correct words it seemed, so she closed her mouth and simply took a hold of her husband's hand. Caius’ glare never broke away from Melody's form, however, he did intertwine his fingers with his wife's giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

The plane finally landed in Rome after 10 excruciating hours of silence filled with glares from Caius, hopeful and sad glances from Athenodora and the watchful eye of Felix. The group of vampires ran towards their little town called Volterra. Caius walked in front of Melody, his hand on his wife's lower back. He no longer glared at her, nor did he look at her at all. His wife on the other hand couldn't seem to pry her eyes away from Melody and kept glancing back at her. Felix kept a tight grip on her arm while they ran, irritating Melody. She tried to pull her arm away. "I promise I will not run away, Felix. Could you please let go of my arm?" she asked him as polite as she could. It would only do her harm if she angered the giant. Felix doubted her words and looked at his masters. Caius seemed indifferent about Melody's discomfort yet Aro nodded his head, gesturing Felix could let her go. Felix looked at Melody with a look that was filled with distrust, but he let go of her arm slowly, staying close to her to grab her again if she tried anything funny. The vampires continued walking and Melody followed them. She was considering using her mist to get away, but thought against it. Not only would she need to let her mist form go eventually, meaning Demetri would be able to track her again, it would no good to run from the Volturi anyway. Besides, she had waited centuries for answers and she was hopeful she will be getting some today.

After three hours of running, they finally reached the Volturi castle. Melody has been here only once, in her mist form. She had been new, for a vampire, barely 100 years old and just found out to what coven her necklace belonged too. Sadly, it hadn't really gained her much knowledge, only that she was almost caught and probably executed on the spot if she hadn't gotten away in time. The vampires entered the throne room and everyone took their usual spot, the masters on their thrones, the wives besides their husbands and the guards on their spots all around the room, protecting their masters and standing ready to attack Melody if they had too. Melody wanted to run into one of the corners, away from all these prying eyes, she hated being in the centre of attention, or use her gift to just disappear but once again decided against it and remained standing in the middle of the room. No one said a thing, they only kept looking at her in anticipation. It felt like eternity while she waited, only daring to look at her feet. That luring smell only had gotten bigger now that they were no longer in the open air. She really wanted to know who it belonged too and run towards it. It smelled like that person was safe, like he or she would protect her from the harm that was undoubtedly coming on her path sooner rather than later. But she also realised she would probably never figure it out, and that made her very sad. Caius slowly rose from his throne and made his way towards her. His rough fingers cupped her chin and forced her to look at him by lifting her head up. His glare never leaving his face. "Calm down brother. We will find out the truth." Aro said as he too rose from his throne and stood next to Caius. "Hm." was all Caius said while he let go of Melody's chin, clearly not convinced by Aro's words. Aro gave Melody a reassuring smile and held out his hand for her to grab. Melody debated it for a while but couldn't find a valid reason to decline Aro from seeing all her thoughts. So she placed her hand into his, letting him read her mind, every thought she has ever had. "My, my. It seems like she could be her my dear brother. Her memories are quite equivalent. And her birthmark matches the one your daughter used to have." Aro spoke, his everlasting smile on his face. Caius' face showed a slight spark of hope, but as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared. He wasn't ready to believe yet. Athenodora began to make her way towards Melody, only to be stopped by Caius, worry clearly on his face. He was still afraid this might be a trap from his enemies to bring him, his coven and his loved ones down. Athenodora gently grabbed the hand that stopped her and brought it to her lips, gently kissing his knuckles. "It's fine, my love. She won't attack me." Athenodora spoke softly to her husband. Caius slightly relaxed but kept his eyes on his wife the entire time. Any wrong move from Melody towards his wife and she would be ash before she could blink twice. Athenodora slowly moved towards Melody, afraid to scare the girl. She carefully cupped Melody's face into her hands. Melody wanted to take a step back, get away afraid this woman might rip her head off now that she had it in the right grip, yet she didn't, her curiosity taking the overhand of her decisions. Athenodora started humming a very soft yet very familiar melody. Everyone in the castle knew it by heart. Athenodora would hum it every year on the date her daughter was taken from her, almost as a cry out for her lost daughter to one day return home. Melody's eyes grew wide. It was the same lullaby she had known ever since she was a kid. She softly hummed along with Athenodora. Caius' ever cold face broke into one of disbelief. He slowly approached his wife and the girl, and for the first time in his life, ever since his daughter had been taken from him, he smiled a gentle smile. Athenodora slowly pulled Melody into a tight embrace, knowing that this girl was in fact her daughter. Her babygirl. If she could have cried, she was sure she wouldn't have been able to stop.

Caius slowly embraced his wife and daughter, knowing the minute he wrapped this girl into his arms that she was in fact his daughter. Aro gestured for the rest of the guard to leave quietly, leaving the little family alone to bond and make up for the lost time. Melody slowly closed her eyes, finally feeling safe, like she belonged. And she also knew, that she had found her family, her parents. Finally, the question that had been the burden of her existence had been answered. The three vampires remained in the embrace for a very long time, realising their broken family was once again. And nothing, absolutely nothing would ever break them apart again. Caius and Athenodora would make sure of that.

#caius volturi #athenodora volturi #alec volturi #twilight imagine #volturi #volturi imagine

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chelsfic · 4 years

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Leftovers Part 9 - Nandor the Relentless x Reader Fanfic

Previous parts: Masterlist

A/N: Quick note-- most roller derby leagues don’t actually take a break from practicing during the off-season *shrug.* Hey, hey, hey, guys? Let me know what you think! I am an ACTUAL ENERGY VAMPIRE, but I feed off your kind words and support--love you!

Summary: Nandor is on the reader’s shit list, but will they reunite when a minor medical emergency pops up? (yes)

Warnings: Female Reader-insert, Angst, Medical shit (migraines, lasting effects of the vamp attack at the rave), Hypnotism

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“Guillermooo! I’m ready for my slumber now!” Nandor bellows, standing impatiently by his open coffin and waiting for his familiar to arrive so he can complete his bedtime routine.

Guillermo appears, huffing and puffing, a moment later, “I’m sorry, master! I forgot…”

“Well, that’s unacceptable, Guillermo!,” Nandor whines with a scowl. “You’re my familiar. It’s your job to remember these things. You’d think after five years--”

“Eleven,” Guillermo interjects with a pained smile. “Eleven years, master.”

Nandor looks momentarily shocked before regaining his momentum, “Okay...Eleven years… Fine. You’d think that you would remember to come and help me get ready for bed. It’s not that difficult.”

Guillermo lets the scolding roll off his back. He knows his master is hurting. In truth, Nandor hasn’t wanted Guillermo’s help at bedtime in weeks. It’s only now that his coffin is feeling a little lonely that he’s reverting back to his old ways. Guillermo rushes to untie his master’s cravat and helps him slip off the heavy cape. The vampire looks temporarily mollified.

“Very well,” Nandor sniffs, taking Guillermo’s hand as he steps up into the coffin. “I forgive you.”

“Thank you, master,” Guillermo smiles lightly and moves to take hold of the coffin’s lid. Nandor suddenly reaches up to stop him.

“Guillermo…” he fidgets and avoids eye contact as he asks, “Do you think she’ll be angry with me for much longer?”

Guillermo looks down at his master, feeling contrary ties of loyalty tugging on him as he decides what to say.

In the end he takes pity on Nandor, reaching down to pat his soft hair and murmuring, “I’m sure she’ll forgive you soon, master.”

“Thank you, Guillermo,” Nandor sighs, shutting his eyes and crossing his hands over his chest. “You’re a good familiar.”

He gently closes the lid, feeling a happy swell in his chest despite his concern. It’s been a few days since the orgy and his friend still hasn’t shown any signs of forgiving Nandor. He knows she’s hurt, but Guillermo silently hopes things will smooth over soon. An angsty vampire makes for an unhappy familiar.

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After Nandor let you out of the basement you ran to the shower, dousing yourself in steaming water to chase the chill out of your body. But no matter how many hot showers or layers of clothing you put on, you can’t ever seem to warm up. At least not on the inside. In the span of just a few days you’ve gone from the heights of happiness to the dumps of misery. The worst part is that you’re not even angry anymore. You’re numb to it. All you want is to fall back into Nandor’s arms and let him make you feel good like no one else has.

But…

It’s not that he slept with who knows how many people at the orgy. It’s not even that he locked you in a basement and forgot about you. It’s that he treated you like a thing. Like his possession, whose feelings and thoughts are insignificant in the face of almost eight hundred years of immortal life. For a little while Nandor made you feel special, and then he’d gone and ruined it.

You don’t even have your usual outlet! Bout season is over and practice won’t start up again for another month. And to make matters even better: all this drama seems to be aggravating your stupid brain because, for the first time in weeks, you’re feeling the dragging ache in your head left by the vampire attack at the rave. It’s been a dull, throbbing pain for a couple days now, but tonight it’s grown into a pulsing, stomach-churning migraine. You lock yourself up in your room with the lights off. The housemates probably assume you’re brooding over Nandor. But mostly...you’re just in pain. And scared.

It’s after midnight and the pain shows no signs of diminishing. You finally drag yourself out of your room, squinting blearily against the blinding glare of the candlelight, and seeking out one of the two licensed drivers in the house.

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“The closest urgent care is on Richmond, but according to the Google reviews, we’ll have shorter wait times if we drive a bit farther to the one on Victory Boulevard. Of course, it’s entirely up to you but--”

“Colin,” you interrupt, your voice barely above a whisper, “can you please take me to the closest one and maybe try to resist the urge to feed? I already feel like shit.”

Colin pauses, tightening his fingers on the steering wheel and saying, quietly, “I wasn’t...I was just trying to be helpful.”

You immediately feel guilty and then you question if, in fact, he’s still feeding. Being friends with an energy vampire is...draining.

He drives you to the urgent care, walking inside the crowded waiting area with you and taking charge of your intake paperwork. Okay, now you could kiss him, because bureaucracy is like Colin’s native language and you’re pretty sure he uses some of his power to manipulate the staff into getting you seen sooner. In under an hour you’re leaving with a prescription and feeling a little less anxious about the possibility that you might drop dead from an aneurysm.

You’re pulling out of the pharmacy parking lot and back out onto the road when a small, squeaking, flying thing suddenly soars through your open window and erupts in the backseat, transforming into your dark, sullen vampire lover.

You shriek in alarm, looking out the window and noting the lightening sky on the horizon. Your heart jumps up into your throat, “Nandor! What are you doing, it’s almost daybreak!”

Nandor sits forward in his seat and leans in close to you as he speaks, “Guillermo told me you have been to the human medical shamans! What is wrong, my human?”

“It’s...nothing, Nandor. I’ll be fine. I had a bad migraine,” you mumble. You’re too exhausted to be having this conversation.

Nandor continues, unphased, “Then you should have come to me, not fucking Colin Robinson!”

“Why?” you blurt out, suddenly done with avoiding the hurt you’ve been dwelling in for days. “Because you care about me? Or because I’m your property?”

Nandor looks bewildered, “You are my human…”

You shake your head violently, turning away in your seat with an angry growl.

“...And I do care, my love…”

Sighing, you fix your eyes on the metal guardrail at the side of the road as it flashes by. Colin Robinson is sitting rigid in the driver’s seat, beaming as he gulps down the emotions flooding the vehicle. Nandor reaches out to curl his fingers through your hair just as the first rays of sunlight break over the horizon.

“Nandor, the sun!” you cry, all thoughts of your hurt and anger flying from your head. You turn around in your seat to lock eyes with your lover for one meaningful instant before he transforms into his bat form.

You scramble for the purse at your feet, upending it onto the floor before holding it up and frantically gesturing to the flapping little bat in the backseat.

“Get in, baby!” you plead, uncertain of how much communication actually gets through in this form.

You breathe a shaky sigh of relief as Nandor flies into the bag, curling up at the bottom with a frightened squeak.

“Fucking hell,” you mumble. Your heart is racing in your chest. Cautiously, you open the purse to peer inside at the furry, winged creature who is...your boyfriend. You reach in and gingerly stroke your fingers over his little head. The bat’s teeth close on one finger in an affectionate, soft bite. “You’re okay now…”

Colin Robinson pulls up outside the house and turns to you with his eyes blazing, “Well, this has been quite the night!”

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You carry Bat-Nandor into his room, taking him out of your bag and gently placing him in the fur-lined coffin. Even though you’re expecting it, you can’t help but jump back when he transforms before your eyes. You’re still not used to witnessing actual magic.

He looks up at you with a look that’s all soft, liquid eyes and remorseful submission.

“Will you stay with me?” he asks diffidently, toying with a tuft of rich fur on the coffin lining. “Please?”

You weigh your options. On the one hand you really miss falling asleep in Nandor’s strong arms, with the comforting scent of him wrapped around your body like a blanket. And when you pause for a moment you realize that the ache in your head hasn’t bothered you since he flew into Colin Robinson’s car.

On the other hand…

“Is there anything you want to say to me, first?” you prompt, arching your brow expectantly.

Nandor swallows his pride, thinking back to those horrible days when Guillermo left him for fucking Celeste. He sits up and takes your hand in his as he says, “I’m sorry I treated you like a belonging and not a person. I appreciate you very much. And I--I love you. And also, I’m sorry for forgetting about you and Guillermo in the basement…it probably won’t happen again.”

You let out a laugh, tears stinging your eyes as you reply, “I love you too, Nandor. And...I’m sorry, too. I don’t even care anymore about the stupid orgy anymore. But I should have...tried to understand it more. I think.”

Nandor sits up, grasping your face between his hands and pulling you in closer.

“I wanted you with me at my side, my mortal,” he hisses, dropping little kisses onto your lips. “One day you will be. I’ll make you a vampire and together we will be the life of every vampire orgy. We’ll feast on virgin blood and make love until the end of time.”

Before you can form anything approaching a reaction, he claims your mouth with his, sucking your lower lip and pushing his tongue forward to tangle with yours. You cling to the fur collar of his coat, hanging on for dear life as your knees go weak. Every time you kiss it feels like you’re diving into a hot spring, losing yourself so deliciously to the sensation of his touch.

“You want that don’t you, my mortal?” he pants against your lips, reaching down to casually lift you off your feet and settle you on his lap. “Immortal life? Immortal love?”

He pauses kissing you and you rest your cheek against the top of his head, enjoying the soft brush of his hair against your skin. Do you want that? To be a vampire? To never see the sun again? To drink blood to live? To never say goodbye to this beautiful, idiot man you seem to love?

“Yes, Nandor,” you murmur, pressing your lips into his hair and breathing his scent. “I do.”

He leans his head back and kisses you once more, running his lips over your cheeks, your jaw, the long column of your exposed throat.

“Uhm!” you interrupt, a little panicked. “But not this minute, right? You have to give me some warning…”

Nandor chuckles, smoothing his hands up and down your back in reassurance.

“No, mortal. Dawn isn’t exactly an ideal time to make a new vampire…”

“Oh...okay, good,” you sigh, settling down into his arms once more. “Because I have one condition…”

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A little while later, you’re sealed up, snug as a bug in Nandor’s coffin, with his arms wrapped around you and your face tucked into the crook of his neck. You press a kiss to his cool skin and his chest rumbles with a satisfied purr. For the first time in hours and hours your skull doesn’t feel like it’s about to crack in two and you ponder the reason for that. Of course, like all vampires, Nandor has the power of hypnosis. Maybe his very presence has a soothing effect? Like he transmits a frequency that cancels out whatever that asshole did to you?

“Nandor?” you whisper, unsure if he’s fallen asleep yet or not.

“Yes, my mortal?” he answers at once, tightening his arms around you.

“When I’m with you my head doesn’t hurt so bad… But, do you think--do you think that vampire did some kind of...lasting damage?” the question has been on the back of your mind ever since the attack but you’ve been too afraid to give a voice to your worry.

A low growl escapes his throat as he replies, “That shit chicken vampire hurt you because he can’t even hypnotize correctly.”

“But...” you pause, steeling yourself. Are you really about to put this level of trust in him? “You can fix it, can’t you?”

Nandor pauses, swallowing down a lump of nerves as he considers. He wants nothing more than to make you feel better. But there was the time he and Laszlo gave Sean the brain scramblies…

But this time would be different. He would be so, so gentle. So careful…

He raises the lid of the coffin, sitting up and pulling you with him. A few candles still flicker from the tables around the room, forgotten in his eagerness to have you in his arms. Nandor’s pale skin glows faintly in the low light, the lines of his body lost in shadows.

“Look into my eyes, little human,” he commands, his voice is deep and drawling.

You obey, looking up at him as your body visibly trembles. You’re frightened.

“Shh,” Nandor hushes, running his hands up your arms and settling them onto your shoulders. “I’m going to take care of you.”

You nod, remembering how fragile and weak he’d felt when you’d carried his bat-form in your hands. You can give him the same trust. You can put yourself in his hands now and know that he won’t hurt you.

His dark eyes burn with intensity as he continues, “You are now under my command…”

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A/N: I require CAKES AND CREAMS!! Candies and streamers and sticky, sticky toffee! Actually I just need some soft comments because I AGONIZED over this??!?!?!?!

Tags:

@festering-queen @kandomeresbitch @strangestdiary @glitterportrait @scuzmunkie @redwoodshadows @sarasxe @rileyomalley

#nandor the relentless #nandor #nandor x reader #nandor the relentless x reader #nandor the relentless fanfic #nandor the relentless imagine #wwdits fanfic #what we do in the shadows

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Quick Learner (Supernatural)

Summary: Y/N is a Donna's that Dean couldn't take his eyes off her since she showed up at the Sheriff's station. Donna, Y/N, Sam and Dean went out for drinks where Y/N and competed with each other on the bull ride at the bar. They all parted ways when they were kidnapped and taken to a vamp nest.

Pairings: Dean x reader (platonic), Sam x reader (platonic), Donna x reader (platonic)

Dean and Sam rolled into Stillwater, Minnesota after Donna called them to help for a huge vamp nest of 1,000 vamps. They are wearing their suits and walking into the Stillwater's Sheriff stations. "Hiya boys," Donna greets.

"Hey," they greet as each of them give her a hug. "Alright, catch us up. What have you found out so far?" Dean asks. "Yeah, how did you find out there were 1,000 vamps in the nest?" Sam asked in a low voice.

"I was going hiking with some colleagues and we were ambused. I was the only one that survived." Donna says, making both Winchesters look at her softly. "I'm fine boys. It's just more motivation to find and kill those sons of bitches." "We'll help you out every step of the way, you just let us know if you want us to take over." Sam states.

"Donna!" Y/N calls as she walks in and everyone in the station looked at her. Y/N wears black, leather pants and white racer back crop top that is topped with combat boots and white and black plaid long sleeve coat. She was the literal definition of bougie and she looks goregous. She's been getting head turns and stares all day

She walks towards them and in Dean's mind, she was walking in slow motion. He drinks her in with his eyes and Sam notices. He hits Dean's chest and Dean clears his throat before sending Sam a glare. "Dude, stop devouring her with your eyes," Sam scolds. "What? She's gorgeous," Dean states. "Behave," Donna warns.

"Y/N," Donna greets with a smile as Y/N approaches them. Y/N's perfume puts Dean in a haze. "Hi," Y/N says with a wide smile and Dean's heart flutters.

He feels like a scared little boy that didn't know shit about woman, and he hates it. "Hey," Dean says. "Y/N, these are Agents Walker and Patton. Boys, this is Y/N Y/L/N." Donna introduces. "Pleasure to meet you guys,"

"The pleasure is ours," Dean says, clearly flirting with Y/N. "We still on for drinks, Donna?" Y/N asks. "Of course! You mind if these boys tag along?" "I don't see why not. The more the merrier." Y/N states, glancing over at Dean and Sam. "Well I'll let you lot get back to work. Just wanted to swing by," she adds.

"See ya!" Donna says and Y/N waves with a smile before leaving the station. Wolf whistles and men talking over one another. "Hey! If any of you try anything, your little ones will suffer." Donna snarks and the station went quiet before the deputies went back to their duties. "You two, Winchester." Donna says to Dean and he slowly covers his little ones with his hands.

Y/N, Donna, Sam and Dean walked into the bar and the first thing Dean and Y/N sees is the bulls ride in the far left corner. Y/N and Dean look at one another and Dean says, "Bet you ten dollars that you won't last thirty seconds on that bad boy,"

"Honey, I ride bad boys for sport. I'll be back to collect my ten dollars," Y/N states, swaying her hips as she walked over to the machine. The air left Dean's lungs as Y/N pulled her hair into a ponytail and slowly peels her long jacket off.

She truly was beautiful. She deserved something more than a one night stand. She's so genuine and happy with herself, it kind of inspired him to love himself like that.

Y/N's grip tightened on the belt on the neck of the machine bull and her other hand is free. The bull whips and pulls her all over the place and she is still hanging on.

A minute past and she still holding on, even with the frequent jerks. The bull came to a halt and Y/N broke the record of 7 minutes. Dean slaps a ten dollar bill into Y/N's hand and she sits down next to them with a victorious smile.

"Don't get too cocky. I can stay on there for 14 minutes if I wanted to." Dean taunts. "Oh really? Then be my guest," Y/N says, motioning to the bull. "Oh, this is going to be good." Sam says.

Dean winces as firmly holds an icepack to his temple. "I shouldn't have told the guy to speed up the machine." Dean groans. "You really shouldn't have," Y/N says.

She pulls the icepack away from the temple and hisses when she sees a purple welt. She caresses the surrounding skin and Dean's heart jumps.

"We shouldn't have started competing with one another. I'm sorry," "Don't be sorry, I had a fun time. Minus the landing on my face part," Dean says, making them both chuckle.

They were all walking to their cars intoxicated and didn't fully notice the black van that was slowly trailing them. The doors of the van flew open and the vamps knocked them over the head before carrying their limp bodies into the van and drove off.

Y/N and Sam were the first to come to because they were the less drunk out of group. "What the hell is happening?" Y/N asks, trying not to freak out and lure the attackers back into the room.

"Listen to me, you're going to see and hear things that you've never seen or heard. But I need you to keep a cool head for just a little while." Sam says and Y/N nods.

"Ah look, the hot one is awake." a man with auburn hair says as he walks in and lays eyes on Y/N. "Hey, don't you touch her." Sam snaps, which wakes Dean. "Guess we found out who the boyfriend is," the other man with blonde hair says.

Dean groans and the blondie says, "Rise and shine sleepy head." The guy with auburn hair squats down next to Y/N and brushes a hair away from her face.

"As hungry as I am, I would rather turn this one and make her my girlfriend. She is curvy in all the right place," he says, ghosting his hand over her breasts.

"I will kill you, you blood sucker." "Wrong, this one is the boyfriend." The blonde said before punching Dean in his face.

Y/N was frozen in both fear and anger and her gaze drops to the floor. "You want to live, don't you princess?" The man says, lifting her chin up and she pulls away from him. "Don't do that again," he warns.

Hours passed and the vamps didn't do anything to them besides rough them up when they talked too much. It was like they were waiting for someone. Donna was the last one to wake up and she was bleeding from her head. After brushing up her restraints against a free nail, Y/N breaks through them.

She quietly stands up and Sam and Dean shook their heads. "They can smell and hear everything you do." Sam mouths. But Y/N's fight or flight response got the best of her and she ran. Oddly enough, there was no one else on the floor they were at. This situation was getting weirder and weirder.

She ran to find a weapon to use and when she was sneaking around in search for an exit, she stumbled across a duffel bag with machetes, shot guns and vials of blood it looks like.

Y/N took the machete into her hand and she heard someone speak behind her. Without thinking, she swung the machete around until she heard a faint thunk. Her eyes widen when she sees the blade going straight through the blonde's face.

She winces and pulls the blade out of his face before grabbing the duffel and tip toeing back to the room. "Where did the hottie go?" you heard the auburn haired man say.

She gently set down the duffel bag and waits until the voice grew closer to her before cutting his head off. Her breathing sounds were getting faster and faster as her eyes widen with shock. She releases a loud exhale before using the machete to break their restraints.

"I thought you left us," Donna says. "Hell no, you're stuck with me, Donna Hanscum." They exchange a smile before Y/N says, "I found a bag full of machetes. I'm assuming that it belonged to one of their victims." She picks the bag up and sets it at their feet.

Sam and Dean looks at Y/N with surprise and she notices. "What?" "You just killed two vamps without any hunting experience." Sam explains. "It was out of instinct. I wanted to live and not many things can survive their head being chopped off so I took a chance."

"Yeah, but you could have left us. Any one else would have ran without looking back. It takes courage to fight back." Dean says. "If I did that then who else will kick your ass at bull riding." Y/N jokes, but she's clearly still freaked out by everything.

"We should move out. More of them are bound to come when they notice they're missing," Y/N adds before cleaning off her machete and leaving the room. "She'll make a damn good hunter," Sam says to Donna. "Damn right," Dean states.

#fluff #gore tw #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Worth It- Pt 4

The Prelude- Part 1- Part 2- Part 3

Summary: The reader bumps into Marcel after their big argument

Characters: Marcel x black!reader, Sean (OMC) x black!reader

Warnings: Language but what’s new?

A/N: I’m back with our love Marcel! Finally!!!! I hope y’all enjoy.

“Man, you fucked up.” Vincent told a pissed off Marcel.

“Big time.” Haley emphasized.

Marcel looked from his glass of whiskey to glare at Vincent and Haley. They weren’t helping him feel any better. It’s been days since he saw or talk to you since the incident with Rebekah and your mom.

“Drowning our sorrows, are we?” Klaus came up from behind and clapped Marcel’s shoulder.

“The only sorrows that are drowning are Marcel’s. We’re just reminding him of how bad he messed up.” Haley said.

“What are you even doing here?” Marcel asked her.

“Waiting on some friends,” and on cue, Cami showed up and she left the three men.

“The little wolf is right, you know?”

Marcel eyed Klaus curiously. “So, you’re ok that my girlfriend almost killed your sister?”

Klaus shrugged his shoulders and took a seat. “She’s still your girlfriend? And dear Marcellus, Rebekah knew the risks. It was fitting for her to learn that lesson. Y/N is a precious gem. If I were you, I would’ve given her the world.” Klaus paused and then leaned towards Marcel. “Maybe I’ll have the chance now.”

Right when Marcel was about to throttle Klaus, you walked in. It had been days since Marcel seen you, heard you, or smell you; your presence was a sensory overload. Especially with the outfit you had on. He guessed Rousseau’s is your first stop for a night out, because you wore a black and tan corset crop top, black ripped shorts, and thigh high boots.

You were there with your sister and friends, and y’all met up with Cami and Haley. Once you got settled, Marcel got up and was about to walk to you, but Vincent stopped him. “Bad idea, Marcel.”

Marcel snatched his hand back. “That’s my girlfriend and I’m gonna talk to her.”

All talking ceased at your table when they saw Marcel approach you. His hand touch your exposed shoulder and you were pissed at how he affected you.

“Can I speak to you alone?”

Bianca ruined any chance of you answering. “Hell no! You think she gon talk to you after how you did our momma? Over my dead body!” Bianca was standing up and you had to push her down to her seat.

“Chill, B.” Turning back to Marcel, you said, “Yeah, we can talk for a bit.”

Marcel motioned you to walk in front him and he followed you to the back patio. “You look beautiful tonight.” Marcel said trying to fill up the awkward silence.

“What do you want, Marcel?” You didn’t have time to play nice with him nor did you want to.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve never stood up for Rebekah like that. I think I let my feelings about how your parents disapprove of us cloud my judgement, but that’s not an excuse.”

Two sides of your brain were fighting. The rational side said, “That’s reasonable. You even have beef with your parents, because of how they talked about Marcel.” The petty side was saying, “Nah, fuck that nigga and the bitch he let put hands on your momma.”

“Which side is winning?” Marcel joked, knowing you always had to fight your pettiness.

“I don’t know. It seems like Petty Y/N really wants to come out. She thinks she’s hearing a lot of apologies from you lately but seeing no action behind them.”

“Y/N, I-”

“Sorry to interrupt, but Y/N you better get inside because you-know-who is here.” Haley interrupted, her eyes pointing towards Sean.

Although, Rousseau’s was open to all supernatural beings, it was known to be Marcel’s spot for him and his vampires with only a few witches allowed to come, and Sean and his witches weren’t on that list.

“Stay here. I’ll get him to leave.” You had to put your hands against his firm chest to stop Marcel from going in and causing a scene.

Lust filled Sean’s eyes as you approached him. All you felt was his gaze roaming your body and you felt a tinge of guilt for the lust running through you.

Soon as you were in arm’s reach, Sean grabbed the back of your neck and descended his lips onto yours. His kiss was different from Marcel’s, but it was enjoyable, more possessive, rougher, and nastier. His hands snaked down your bottom and he gripped your ass. “You goin’ to stop playing games and let me eat that fat pussy?” He whispered into your ear.

“Damn, I think I’m wet,” Bianca mumbled off to the side, voicing your exact thoughts.

You felt a tug on your wrist, and it was Diego. He probably thought he was helping his friend, but that only was going to cause the scene you were trying to avoid.

One of Sean’s friends pushed Diego off you and then suddenly Marcel and Sean were in a face-off. This had to end before it got ugly. “Boys let’s not do this here,” you say, getting in between the two.

Neither one paid any attention to you, so you pulled Sean out while Haley, a true godsend distracted Marcel.

“What the hell was that, Sean?” You slapped him for starting all that drama.

He gripped your wrist and pointed a finger in your face. “I ain’t Marcel, so that’s the last time you’ll put your hands on me.”

You snatched your wrist back and paced back and forth the sidewalk. If you didn’t figure out something soon, those two niggas will kill each other.

“Damn, cher. I got a way for you to get rid of all that nervous energy,” Sean gripped your hips and pulled you back towards him.

Sean kissed the side of your neck and chanted a simple spell to help you calm down. The only thing is that you weren’t sure you wanted to calm down.

It took all of your energy to pull away from him, but you did. “Sean, you can’t be kissing me. Especially in front of Marcel and in his fucking hangout spot!”

Sean couldn’t understand why you were so stuck on Marcel. He definitely didn’t treat you right. Getting pissed off at your devotion to Marcel, Sean backed you into the wall and leaned dangerously close to your face to the point you could smell his minty gum. “Really? Ain’t you single now?”

Shit, he had you there. But you couldn’t answer the question. You and Marcel never verbally said it was over, you just walked out on him.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you contemplated your answer. You couldn’t come up with an answer, so dipped into Rousseau’s to ask a waiting Marcel a quick question.

“No,” was the only word Marcel said when he saw you.

“You don’t even know what I was about to ask.” You whispered yelled at him.

“You were gonna ask if you’re single and the answer is no. We’re just going through a rough patch.” Marcel stared you down, daring you to challenge him.

Turning on your heels you walked away from him angrily. Damn vampire hearing, you thought.

Patiently waiting for you, Sean scrolled through his phone. “Well?”

“It’s complicated.” You answered.

Sean rolled his eyes at you and asked, “What’s so complicated about ending a relationship with someone who makes you a second option?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, Sean? You’re just some random ass nigga that my parents think I should marry! Do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone!” You stomped away from him. Sean really pissed you off and if you were honest to yourself, which you didn’t want to be, Sean was telling you the truth. In the back of your mind, you were asking yourself the same question.

Catching up to you, Sean twisted your hips so you could face him. “Cher, you know I’m telling the truth. Lemme ask you something: can he give you you a family?”

Unbeknownst to you or Sean, Marcel slipped out the bar and was eavesdropping on your conversation. The talk about kids never came up, so Marcel never knew how you felt about becoming a parent.

“You know he can’t.”

“Do you want them? Because I can give you some.”

“So can a turkey baster.”

Sean chuckled to himself. “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t want any.” Sean’s smile dropped at your admission. When he asked you that, he just knew you were gonna say yes. What woman doesn’t want kids? “So, besides your dick, what else do you have to offer?”

The switch up was almost immediate. “That vamp got you turned out like that? Pathetic. What if you change your mind?” Sean scoffed.

Another nigga who can’t handle rejection, what a shame, you thought. “What’s pathetic is you not being able to take no for answer. And if and that’s a big if, I change my mind. There’s this thing call adoption. Now do me a favor and run along before I melt your brain.” You smiled up at him, but it was anything but genuine.

Usually that did the trick and had men running along, but Sean stood there smiling to himself. The only other person who didn’t run in fear from you was Marcel. How did you end up being the source of attraction for two stubborn niggas?

“My bad. I let my anger get the best of me. Just know that I just don’t want you because our families want us together. I like you, Y/N. I like what you do for our community, I like that you’re not afraid to break the rules, I like that pretty ass smile of yours, and so much more. Before you make a decision, I want you to know that you’ll never doubt your place in my life. You’ll always be number one, cher.”

Sean tried to give you a kiss, but you turned your head and he kissed your temple. Knowing his presence was no longer wanted Sean walked away hoping you would make the smart decision.

Coming out from his hiding spot, Marcel got into your line of vision. The two of you just stared at each other for awhile without saying anything.

Marcel’s first step towards you made you speak up. “Me turning him down has nothing to do with us. Marcellus, I love you with all my heart, but you got some shit to fix. And until that’s done, I don’t know where we stand.”

Marcel said nothing. He just took it all in. Arguing with you would get him nowhere. So, he gave you a kiss and whispered, “I’ll be better.” Then he disappeared, leaving you alone, determined to get you back before Sean could carve a spot in your heart.

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Sunshine - Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2226

Pairing: Sam x OC Sunny

Series Summary: The Winchesters meet a cheerful hunter named Sunny, who quickly captures Sam’s attention. Little do any of them know what lies in store when Sunny gets invited to join the brothers. Who can say how Sam, Dean, and Sunny will be some training days, a handful of hunts, romantic dates, a kidnapping, and one vengeful demon later.

Chapter Summary: Sam and Dean meet an upbeat hunter with incredible skills

Warnings: show-level violence, language

A/N: I’m so excited to finally be sharing this series with you guys! 2 1/2 months of writing and it is seeing the light of day. A big thank you to @emptycanvasposts for beta-ing and helping to correct my many, many grammar mistakes. Also thank you to @erin-fox-winchester for hyping me up and giving me amazing notes that made this series so much better.

A/N 2: I’m now doing a forever tag list!!! Send a message, ask, reblog, or reply and I’ll add you <3

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The sleek black Impala raced down the road towards Norfolk, Virginia. Sam and Dean had been alerted of a vampire nest in the city, so they decided to make the long drive from Lebanon. Sam was passed out in the back seat as Dean rocked out to classic rock music to stay awake. They had been on the road for a total of 20 hours, stopping once at a motel for sleep. Dean looked down at his phone, checking the directions; he nodded to himself, satisfied with the results.

Ozzy Osborne’s “Crazy Train” suddenly blared from the speakers, Dean turning up the volume to wake up his brother. This was Dean’s version of an alarm clock, and boy was it alarming. Sam jolted upright, looking for the source of the sound. After realizing it was just his brother, he brought his hands up to his eyes in an attempt to rub away the grogginess Sam felt.

“One hour out, man. You hungry?” Dean asked over his shoulder, chuckling at the brother’s reaction to the noise. Sam awkwardly climbed into the front passenger seat, his legs getting caught under him and almost causing him to tumble face-first into the dash. Dean bit back another laugh upon seeing the taller brother’s struggle, only to be met with a glare.

“Yeah, I could use some food,” Sam responded as he tried to suppress a yawn. The two brothers continued their journey in relative silence, nodding their heads along to the music. Before they knew it, they were passing a sign welcoming them to Norfolk. As soon as a diner was in their sights, Dean pulled into the parking lot. The brothers went in to eat, taking their time as they knew that the vampires wouldn’t be a problem until nighttime.

“So, I was looking for a place the nest might be. There is an abandoned house on the south side of town. All of the victims were within a ten-mile radius of it. I’m thinking this one is open and shut. We can head there tonight and take ‘em out. Thoughts?” Sam offered up his research to Dean as they settled down in a booth. Dean looked over the map that Sam had marked up with the locations where each victim went missing and was found. It all seemed to point to the old house. Nodding, Dean agreed. It was nice when they didn’t need to go searching.

They made the plan to set out for the abandoned house just before sunset, letting themselves relax as they ate their meals.

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The sun had just set as the brothers approached the house. As soon as they saw the multiple cars parked out in front, they knew they were in the right place. No one had owned the home in years, and usually squatters didn’t drive BMWs.

The two men could hear the commotion from inside as soon as they reached the porch steps. They held their machetes up, prepared for whatever was going to happen. Or at least, they thought they were ready for anything. The front door swung open, revealing a vampire attempting to run from the house. Before either brother could make a move, the monster’s head was swiped clean off. The body dropped, revealing a woman that had both brothers in shock.

She had a machete in hand, but other than that, her appearance didn’t line up with the classic hunter look. She had on bootie heels that added an extra couple inches to her height, although she was still a lot shorter than both of the brothers. Her jeans were tight and she wore a loose floral shirt that flowed as she moved. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, out of her face but still stylish. The strangest of all was the smile that grew on her face as she saw the brothers.

“Oh, hi! You guys must be hunters,” she said to them cheerily, her eyes looking down at the machetes in their hands. Dean wore a confused face, not used to cheery people, especially cheery hunters. Sam, on the other hand, was transfixed by the woman that stood before him. She was beautiful, and that smile, god that smile. It was so perfect that he was surprised that it didn’t twinkle like in cheesy cartoons.

“Um… yeah,” Dean said, realizing Sam was not going to say anything. “I thought there were like 6 or 7 vamps in this nest. The number of deaths…”

“Oh, yeah,” she nodded simply, “it was six. So, do you two have names to match those handsome faces?”

Sam opened his mouth to respond when he saw movement behind her. Both brothers were about to warn her of the threat but she gave them a quick wink before twisting. She moved fluidly, slicing perfectly through the remaining vampire’s neck.

“Make that seven. Anyways, names?” she asked again while wiping her machete off on the now-deceased vampire’s jeans. She started walking towards them; her demeanor still bright. The brothers both looked at her in shock.

“Um… I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam. Do you mean to say that you just took out seven vamps all by yourself?”

“Well, nice to meet you, Dean, Sam, and yes I did,” she responded, offering her hand to shake. “The name’s Sunny.”

“Sunny?” Dean asked, his eyebrow raised as he shook the woman’s hand. It fit perfectly with her upbeat attitude. It was almost hard to believe that this woman was real.

“Yeah, it’s a nickname. My friends started calling me Sunshine, you know, cause I’m so positive. It didn’t take long for it to become shortened to Sunny. It’s what everyone calls me,” Sunny flashes another smile to the brothers. Sam clears his throat, finally speaking.

“So - um - Sunny, wanna go grab a drink with us?” he asked, trying not to make it sound like he was trying to pick her up. Even though that was definitely what he was trying to do. He was drawn to Sunny and didn’t want to say goodbye just yet. Dean looked over to his brother and poorly attempted to suppress a grin. It was rare to see Sam so flustered over a woman. Hell, he didn’t even know how long it had been since his brother had a date.

“Sure, sounds great! I’ll follow you guys,” she smiled. The three hunters walked back in the direction of the Impala. It wasn’t until they passed a cluster of trees that Sunny started to break off from them. Behind the foliage was a bubblegum pink car that seemed to match the woman’s personality perfectly.

“Holy shit is that -” Dean’s eyes were wide.

“A 1955 Cadillac Fleetwood? Just like the one Elvis had? Yes, it is,” Sunny smiled with pride. The car was her most valued possession and she loved to see people’s reactions to it. Turning from the brothers, she climbed in and started the engine. Dean bit back a moan at the sound, looking over to his brother.

“Marry her, Sammy. Just fucking marry her,” Dean said, his tone serious. Sam rolled his eyes as he started to walk towards the Impala. It didn’t take long for the brothers to get in and pull onto the road. This time, however, Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off of the side mirror, the pink car following not far behind them.

Soon they pulled into the bar’s parking lot. Sam had found one on his phone, giving Dean directions. It was nicer than their usual stops, not some roadside biker bar. He had a feeling that wasn’t Sunny’s scene. The Cadillac pulled up into the spot right next to the Impala, Sunny climbing out and gently closing the door. The three of them walked into the joint and were immediately met with the smell of booze. It was a familiar scent for them, the hunting life and alcohol went hand in hand. Dean made a beeline to the bar, leaving Sam behind with Sunny.

“What can I get you?” Sam asked her. She flashed him one of those heart-stopping smiles before responding.

“I’ll have an Old Fashioned,” she said. Sam nodded, leaving her to join his brother. Sunny found an empty table and sat. It didn’t take long for the brothers to return, Sam with her drink and a beer in his hands and Dean with a whiskey neat. Sam hands Sunny her glass as Dean speaks up.

“I’m surprised, didn’t take you as an Old Fashioned gal,” Dean points out. He had thought she would have gotten a sugary drink that requires a tiny umbrella.

“Just because I’m feminine doesn’t mean I can’t handle my alcohol. I am a hunter after all,” Sunny laughed, bringing the glass to her lips. She wasn’t surprised by his question as it was one that most men tried to use as a pick-up line when she went to bars alone. “And I think it's a bit obvious by now, but I’m full of surprises.” She winked, causing Sam to almost choke on his beer. Sunny was definitely something else.

The three hunters all nursed their drinks until Sam asked the question that both men had been wondering since they met her.

“Okay, so how did you do that back there? Take out that many fangs? And that one that came up from behind you?” Sam blurted out. If it had been either of the brothers, they would’ve been outnumbered and blindsided. The vampire had moved silently, not doing anything to reveal its whereabouts.

“Oh, that. I felt the air shift,” she said like the answer was obvious, taking a sip.

“Wait, what?” Sam asked as both brothers looked at her, completely confused.

“So you know how we always have to be aware of our surroundings? Always on high alert? Well, I’ve managed to hone that in, taking the nerves out of the equation. I am fully aware of every part of my body, every sense. Sure, the vamp might’ve been completely silent, but as he moved near me the air was softly pushed in my direction. I could feel it on the back of my neck, so I knew he was right behind me.” Both brothers absorbed the information, surprised by the woman that sat across from them.

“So, you’re just a human?” Dean asked bluntly. It was hard for him to believe she didn’t have secret powers. The question made her throw her head back in laughter.

“Yes, Dean, I am 100% human. I just don’t do things like most hunters,” she shrugged. Sam was in awe of her. She had such calming energy to her, he never wanted to leave her presence.

“Can you teach it? Your technique?” Sam asked, leaning forward slightly.

“Honestly? I’ve never tried it. I rarely meet other hunters and most of them are men who assume I’m afraid to chip a nail. If they want to underestimate me, that’s fine. I just let them take over and move on. There are plenty of monsters out there,” she said. It was surprising to hear, as she was obviously a fantastic hunter. Dean and Sam had barely seen her in action but they knew it to be true. To think that others thought she was just a pretty face was frustrating to Sam.

Sam looked over to Dean and Sunny quickly noticed that they seemed to be having a conversation with just their eyes. They were brothers, so this wasn’t surprising. It was something she used to do with her sister. It only took a couple of seconds before they both looked back at her.

“Why don’t you come back with Dean and me to our bunker? We would like to learn from you if that’s alright. You’d have a room to stay in and everything. That is if you want.” Sam was trying to not to keep his hopes up. There was no reason for this woman to follow two strangers and agree to train them. Looking into her eyes, he knew that he could get lost in them. She took a minute to think it over, taking a sip of her drink.

“You know what? Why not? It’s not every day you get such an interesting offer. I can’t even remember the last time I worked with anyone,” Sunny accepted.

“Wait, you are just going to come with two guys you barely know?” Dean asked in disbelief.

“Well, I’m pretty sure you both know that I could kick your asses in a heartbeat,” she stated simply. Both brothers exchanged a look. She was probably right. This decision seemed like the right one for Sunny. She usually didn’t trust male hunters, expecting them to be sexist assholes. These two were different, though. Dean seemed impressed by her skills, shocked only that she was human. He didn’t seem to care that she was a woman.

Sam was something else entirely. She could tell that he genuinely was curious about how she worked. There was something about him that made her trust him. Maybe it was the kindness in his eyes or the way that he spoke to her like she had some sort of wisdom to impart. Whatever it may be, she had a feeling that the two of them were going to get along well.

It also didn’t hurt that he was quite handsome.

Chapter 2 ->

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thatfanficstuff · 4 years

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Impossible - 1

Pairing: Eric Northman x Reader

Warnings: Will be listed on a per chapter basis. This one’s good.

A/N: Reader’s presence in the world causes some significant changes. Will not be a straight retelling. And canon is dead to me both for plot and some of the rules of the world. Be prepared. I couldn’t wait so you get this one early. Chap 2 will post monday and then weekly thereafter.

Enjoy!

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“Are you sure you don’t mind comin’ with me tonight, Y/N?” Sookie Stackhouse asked as she ran her hands down her dress, making sure it was laying right.

You glanced over and gave her a soft smile. “I wouldn’t have offered if I minded, Sook.” You’d overheard her having an argument with Sam about heading to the vampire bar in Shreveport and you immediately offered to go with her. You had a rather extensive history with vampires and knew all the ins and outs. Not that Sookie would listen to you or she would have worn something else. Still, you were reluctant to send your friend to Fangtasia with only a vampire for backup. “When’s Bill supposed to get here?”

You’d no sooner asked the question than there was a knock at the door. Sookie opened it with a smile. Bill returned the gesture until you stepped up behind her and his gaze fell on you. “Y/N. I wasn’t aware you would be accompanying us.”

“Surprise,” you said with a smile you didn’t mean at all. You and Bill tolerated each other but it was clear you didn’t care for one another. You didn’t trust him and he knew it.

He moved his gaze back to Sookie. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you.” She gave a little curtsey and beamed at the compliment. He offered her his arm to lead her to the car and you trailed behind. You pursed your lips as you ran your eyes over the both of them. Bill seemed to thrive on your friend’s innocence. With him it wasn’t about Sookie being dressed in a manner that would help her blend in at the bar. No, it was about him being able to walk in and show off the pure, sweet girl on his arm. As if he would win some sort of prize by being deserving of her. Or at least having others think he was.

You slid into the back seat and kept your opinions to yourself. Nothing was going to happen to Sookie. Not as long as you were around. You were nearly to Shreveport before Bill spoke up. “Now, Sookie, you will be fine this evening as I am accompanying you. Just follow my lead.” His gaze darted to the review mirror to make contact with you. “Y/N, it is imperative that you do nothing to draw attention to yourself. Do not make eye contact. Do not appear too interested in anything that may be happening around you. Vampires value their privacy. I will not be able to claim both you and Sookie.”

“I believe I’ve mentioned before that I know vampires, Compton. It’s why I offered to come with Sookie tonight. I don’t need a lecture on vamp etiquette.”

Your friend glanced over her shoulder with a frown. “He’s just trying to help, Y/N. He wants to make sure you’re all right is all.”

You answered with an arched brow and a hum, biting back the other things you wanted to say. You’d try to tolerate him for Sookie’s sake.

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As you approached the front of the bar, Bill wrapped an arm around Sookie’s waist to steer her inside. You trailed behind once more, hands in your pockets as you took in the chaos around you. Wow. This place was goth central. The vampires were really playing up the whole creature of the night persona. Of course, that’s how places like this made money. They sold the fiction of vampire life. Showed people the parts they expected to see.

“Bill,” a voice greeted. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’m mainstreaming.”

“Good for you. Who’s the doll?” By this point you were grinning. You knew that voice. And you also knew she was just giving Bill a hard time by feigning interest in Sookie. Or perhaps she actually was interested in your friend, but she was wasting her time there.

“Pam this is Sookie. Sookie this is Pam.”

“Pleased to meet you,” came your friend’s bubbly response and you bit back a laugh.

“Can I see your ID?” Pam asked.

Sookie was stunned for a moment before she began babbling. You cut her off with a hand on her shoulder. “She’s good,” you announced.

Pam arched a brow and shifted her gaze to you while Bill growled your name. The irritation slid from her face to be replaced by a smirk. “Y/N Y/L/N. What brings you to these parts?”

You shrugged and glanced at your two companions. You didn’t really care to discuss your past in front of either of them. Fortunately, Pam was smart and simply gave you a nod. She turned a smile on Sookie. “You should have said you were with Y/N. Come on in.”

The three of you stepped past her and her hand slid along your arm as she leaned into you. “You and I should talk.” You looked at her. The tone of her voice said more needed to be discussed than your change in locale.

“Sure.”

You followed her through a door, the music becoming infinitely more tolerable when it shut behind you. “How do you listen to that shit all the time?”

“I simply think of the money the sheep bring in.” She smiled as she leaned against a desk. “What are you doing here?”

You could understand her wariness. The two of you hadn’t met under the best of circumstances. “I retired. Sophie was always one of the better options so I came here.” Sophie-Anne ruled Louisiana. Well, the vampires in it at any rate. “I wasn’t aware you were living so close to me or I would have been in sooner.”

Pam tilted her head in agreement then crossed her arms over her chest. “And the girl? Why is she here? Bill’s not the type to flaunt what he is simply to impress.”

You pursed your lips. “She’s a friend. Sweet but a little naïve. Thinks someone here will tell her something about a couple of women that have been killed. They both had bite marks. I would have asked around myself, but they were strangled not drained. Besides, every vamp I know is better about cleaning up after themselves. But that’s not what you wanted to talk to me about.”

There was that smirk again. “Eric is here.”

“Your sire? That Eric?”

She rolled her eyes. “What other Eric would I possibly be referring to?”

You slumped against the wall behind you. “Well, shit.” The first time you met Eric Northman, the two of you had been instantly insanely attracted to one another. You had been on a job for the Authority at the time. Once Eric discovered that, no amount of arguing or pleading from you would convince him that your relationship with him had nothing to do with it. It was one of the many reasons you had finally quit. It was hard to maintain friendships if they were always afraid you were spying on them.

A member of the Authority had taken you in off the streets as a child when it was discovered you couldn’t be glamoured. When you proved to be faster and stronger than your human counterparts all the better. Add enhanced hearing and vision to that and you were just about the perfect spy. No vampire would suspect a human was gathering information for the Authority. And on the off chance you were caught, you were more apt to be able to get yourself out of trouble.

You had always been paid well for your efforts. The man you called father insisted on it. But you yearned for relationships outside of the scope of the Authority. Losing Eric had nearly broken you. So, you quit. Your father had been less than pleased with the decision. Hence, the relocation. The two of you were in the process of making up but you had no intention of running home to daddy as the case may be.

You cleared your throat and focused on Pam again. “Maybe it would be better if I left.”

“Don’t you dare,” she snapped. “You two have been behaving like children long enough. It’s past time for you to put this behind you.”

“Me? He’s the one that flipped his shit, remember? He refused to listen to anything I had to say.”

Pam shrugged. “Yes. And you left. You could have tried harder.”

You sighed and ran a hand down your face. Damn vampire logic. “Does he even want to talk to me?”

“Who cares? Make him listen. I’m tired of him moping.” She reached past you to open the door and you placed a hand on her arm to stop her.

“I haven’t seen him in three years, Pam, but I do remember that Eric Northman is not the moping type. You can’t expect me to believe that he even cares enough to think of me, let alone be affected by my absence.” You’d love to believe that. You really would. Eric was it for you. He was your first everything. Your only, if you were honest and you’d had every notion of him being the last. You’d kind of hoped that would be from the two of you being together forever as opposed to your heart not being willing to move past him.

“Believe what you want, Y/N, but I know my sire. He may appear to be his usual uncaring self, but I know better. If you leave without speaking to him, I will see to it that he sets his sights on your little blonde friend.” She disappeared through the door without giving you a chance to respond.

***

You found a seat that hid you from the view of Eric’s throne on the stage (which was a bit much if you were honest) but allowed you to keep tabs on both him and Sookie. She’d frowned when you didn’t join her and Bill, but you waved her off. Later, you mouthed and she’d simply nodded. You sipped at your drink and ran your eyes over the Viking where he slouched in his seat. He’d let his hair grow out and you couldn’t decide if you liked it or not.

A man groveled at his feet and you rolled your eyes when Eric kicked the man sending him flying through the air. Eric hated shit like this so you found it odd he was playing the role. He could just as easily order his minions to hold court.

Movement from Sookie’s direction caught your eye. Bill took her hand in his and led her toward the stage and Eric. Shit. You turned back to your Viking and saw Pam standing beside him, a smirk playing on her lips. Apparently, she didn’t like your dallying and had decided to force your hand. Fuck.

You moved along the edge of the room, getting close enough to hear, but not close enough to draw attention to yourself. Not yet.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Sookie told Eric and you bit back a chuckle. She was nothing if not overly polite.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Disdain dripped from Eric’s words.

“Not really,” Sookie snapped back and Bill gave her a warning tug.

But you, well you laughed outright at that. There was a reason you and Sookie were friends that went beyond her not being able to hear your thoughts. You liked the sharp tongue she didn’t let everyone see.

“Do you find something amusing, human?” Eric’s voice rode the line between irritated and bored. Though he still hadn’t seen you, he had evidently heard your laughter.

“I usually do when Sookie’s around.” Bill turned to scowl at you. Pam covered her mouth with a hand to hide her smile and Eric moved Bill to the side so he could see you.

His eyes went wide as he sat up in the chair and his mouth gaped slightly. “Impossible,” he breathed.

“Apparently not.” You tilted your head and took the opportunity to look him over again. “Hello, Eric.”

“Bill, why don’t you and your friend take a seat. We need to catch up, you and I.” His eyes never left yours.

“Indeed,” Bill answered.

“Why are you here?” he finally asked you.

“Sookie’s my friend.”

Eric’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t have friends.”

You ignored the spike of hurt that accompanied the words. Pam barked something at him in a language you didn’t understand and he turned to speak with her. After a moment, he turned back to you, looking even more surprised than before.

“Is it true?”

You lifted your brows in question. You had no idea what they’d said to one another.

“Are you no longer under the thumb of the Authority?” He’d dropped his voice so no one beyond you would hear him. Bill’s head jerked to you in surprise and his jaw went tight.

“I don’t work for anyone at the moment. They paid well, but the cost was too high.” You left the fact you were referring to him unspoken. That was a conversation for another time with different company.

He sat silent as he studied you. He seemed uncertain of what to say and you didn’t push him. You were taking the fact he hadn’t already tossed you out of his bar as a win.

“We need to get out of here,” Sookie said suddenly and you all turned to look at her.

“Sookie,” Bill snapped.

“Stuff it, Compton. What is it, Sook?”

“A raid.”

“Tell me you’re not an undercover cop,” Eric ordered your friend.

“I’m not, but the man in the hat is.”

“Regardless, we do nothing illegal here.”

“One thing I have learned in the short time I have known her is Sookie always knows what she’s talking about,” you told him. “We should go.”

Before anything else could be said, police swarmed into the club.

“This way.” Eric wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you along with him. He led you to a back door. Bill swept Sookie up in his arms while Eric pulled you more tightly against his side. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Stackhouse. You will return.”

“Y/N!” Sookie called after you.

You shook your head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll call you later.”

She started to protest to Bill but he quickly quieted her. Eric put you in his car and told Pam he would see her later. Moments after Sookie warned of the danger you were all a safe distance from the bar and the raid being conducted. As you glanced over at Eric and took in the set of his jaw, you had a feeling your evening was just getting started.

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All Things Must Pass - Dean Winchester CHAPTER FIVE

Dean Winchester x (female) Reader Fic

Fic Summary: Reader and Dean Winchester reunite after not seeing each other in a few years, ever since he told her to leave him and his issues behind. Reuniting wasn't what you expected it would be like because of past feelings, memories and a life threatening situation that was placed upon Dean Winchester.

Warnings: Slight violence

Word Count: 7k

CHAPTER FIVE

The three of you are sitting at the table of the motel room, cleaning weapons and gathering things for the hunt. Dixon is gone, Stevie’s hurt and you’re more than exhausted. But, you push through it and get this case solved and finished.

“How are we gonna find this dude now?” You say, as you lean against the table, watching Dean sharpen his blade. His button up sleeves are rolled up, revealing his rough skin and veins which makes your heart starts throbbing. Dean was many things, from beautiful to caring, protective and rarely soft. But in this moment, he was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. It was like you were a teenager again, thinking about him at moments that weren’t the best times to be eyeing him down.

“Vamp is still out there.” Sam says.

“First things first.” Dean looks up at his brother.

“Gordon.”

“About that… when we find him or if he finds us first, I’m just saying he’s not leaving us whole lot of options.”

“Yeah, we gotta kill him.”

“Really?” You and Dean ask in unison. For a quick second you and Dean catch each other's eyes and shrug.

“Just like that? I mean, I thought you would’ve been like; no, we can’t! He’s human. It’s wrong.” Dean mocks Sam and you let out a slight chuckle.

“No, I’m done. He’s not gonna stop until we’re dead, or until he is.”

You stare at the brothers and shake your head. “Well, if someone’s messing with the Winchesters then that means they’re messing with me. He won’t see me coming if you’re both thinking about chasing him down before he gets you.”

“No.” Dean instantly says. “Not a chance. Stevie’s hurt, we can’t risk anything or anyone at all tonight.”

You glare at him, “How many times are we going to have this conversation? Didn’t I tell you that I’m here to stay?”

Dean stares at you intently, his lips pursed in your direction.

“Dean, just let her go with you guys.” Stevie says. “The more the merrier… or the more the advantage you have up against this guy Gordon.”

“And Dixon.” Sam reasons. “With him disappearing, he’s bound to show up when we’re out looking for Gordon.”

“And vice versa.” You chime in. “Come on, Dean.”

Dean throws his hands up and shrugs, “Alright, whatever. But first...I’m gonna need to make sure your blade is as sharp as mine.”

You gasp sarcastically, “Is that you offering to sharpen my blade for me?”

You watch him smirk and it makes your hear melt. Lately, it was getting rare to see him smile and the memories of seeing it, is the only thing that’s keeping you from breaking down about his deal. The smiles and every good memory you shared together all came flooding back. You want to desperately grab onto him, hug tightly and let him know it’s going to be okay. But you’re unsure yourself if things will turn out that way. Because the road you’re going on now with the boys and Stevie, is about to get dark and risky.

His phone goes off again and he’s quickly huffing out in more annoyance and answers. It’s hard not to listen in on the conversation, considering the sound of this Bela shouting into the phone and Dean’s voice rising. The phone call is quick, again, and Sam is rising out of his seat to question him.

“What’d she want now?”

“There’s a warehouse. Dixon’s hideout, his nest is there.” He answers. “And she also said not to go after Gordon. Leave town and don’t look back.”

“What’s in it for her?” You ask as you furrow your brows.

“The satisfaction of trying to get on my good side if she sends me tips.”

You stand up, holding the blade in your hand and smile. “I take it you’re not gonna listen to her advice? Like I said, what feels like days ago, let’s get this vamp shall we?”

The boys snicker and gather their weapons in an duffle bag, shaking their heads in amusement.

“I can stay back actually.” You walk to Stevie.

“Hell yeah you can.” Dean says across the motel room.

“Shut up.” You and your sister say together. You sit on the edge of the bed and take a look at the bruises that finally made an appearance on her neck.

“You know, I’m not one to usually sit back on a hunt when I’m hurt-”

“But…”

“But,” Stevie tilts her head at Sam and Dean and smiles. “We got the Winchesters with us again, like the old days. Besides, I’ll finally be able to catch up on a chapter or two on my book and maybe get some shut eye.”

You laugh and grab your sisters hand, giving it a light squeeze. She was tough like you, always energetic and non-stop when it came to anything she does. But it didn’t surprise you that she’s staying back tonight. She’d jump on any chance to get a second to read or sleep. As much as you don’t want to leave her here tonight, she insisted and you never want to make her feel like she can’t make her own choices.

“Alright, but keep your gun close. Just incase alright?”

“Got it.”

You move away from Stevie as you see Sam approach her. They’re best friends and always have been since the moment they met when they were ten years old. The loss of you and Stevie’s parents weighed so much more heavier on her than it did on you. You let the two talk for a moment as you walk over to Dean by the table, gathering your own weapons.

“Stevie’s good?” Dean asks as he grabs the bag and throws it over his shoulder.

“Like always.” You smile, turning around to look at her and Sam. “You know, as much as her and Sam are like twins, she’s picked up a lot of your mannerisms.”

“I thought you once told me there’s no one like me?”

Your face begins to heat up as you begin to feel flustered. You had no idea he still remembered that moment, back sometime in 1995.

“There’s not,” you smile down on the floor.

You only knew the Winchesters for two years after John had saved your sister and you on a hunt gone wrong that ended up killing your parents back in 1992. John didn’t know what to do with two more younger kids, but he did know that your parents were in the life. As much as he didn’t want to get you and Stevie involved, he could tell by the look on your face when he saved you two, that you couldn’t be alone. Neither of you could.

So after two, three years of getting to know the Winchesters, it was 1995 and you and Dean were shy of seventeen, sneaking off into the city with Dean during a case John was on.

“What are you thinking about?”

“The time you and Sam convinced John to take us all out in New York City. And... how you and I were only sixteen just sneaking off to that damn club.”

“CBGB you mean?” Dean raises his brows and offers a slight smile.

“Yup,” you laugh. “That place was scary, but that night was pretty awesome because of you.”

You see him blush and it causes him to panic for a moment as he knows your eyes are on him. He looks away, not sure what to do or say. But before he can come up with a response, you’re continuing to remember that night, going on about how you felt then.

“We were young, both never saw the city before. You guided me through the city like you knew the place. For the first time, I wasn’t thinking about my parents or worrying about Stevie feeling alone. She had Sam, I had you. I felt like I could take on anything walking through those streets and sea of people. With you by my side…You never let go of my hand, never let me get lost.”

You finally make eye contact with him and shrug with a smile. He’s looking at you in awe of how were speaking, how your eyes were shinning with what almost could be tears, but no. You aren’t crying, not yet anyways. They are just glimmering from the yellow motel light, and he can tell that your smile had reached your eyes too. In the two, three years you haven’t seen each other, not much has changed about you in his eyes. The only thing that did, is how remarkable you’ve became, the beauty you held kept enhancing by the minute every time he looked at you. Even beyond your looks, you somehow became more confident in yourself, hunting and possibly even him.

You take a step back from the table, now holding your own bag over your shoulder but still kept your gaze on him.

“I guess the way you acted all night, I realized maybe there’s never going to be another Dean Winchester. And that statement still stands today.”

“You guys ready?” Sam calls out from the opened door and tries to get us to hurry out.

Dean coughs and raises his hand, gesturing for you to leave the motel first. You wave at Stevie and follow Sam to the Impala. The three of you are leaving the motel in Dean’s car, driving to this warehouse Bela had told Dean about.

At arrival, there was no one in sight. Outside the warehouse there’s one neon sign like Dean said Bela had mentioned. It was dirty, rusty and quiet. The silence is suspicious as the guys and you start walking down wooden stairs that creek. When you make it into the basement, there’s two headless women tied up and hung by their wrists. You wince in sadness as they weren’t able to be saved. You separate from Sam and Dean and walk further in on the right side of the room, once you see the man Dixon, kneeling on the ground. Sam’s on the other side of the room opposite to you, both raising your weapons. Dean’s in the middle of the room with his blade, as he approaches Dixon, who isn’t move a muscle.

“Do it.” You hear him say. “Kill me, just get it over with.”

“What’s going on?” You ask, but he doesn’t answer. “Why did you do this?”

“Just do it.”

“What happened here?” Sam demands.

“Gordon Walker. That’s what happened.”

“Gordon?” You question.

“I never should’ve brought a hunter here.” He says, standing up slowly. “Never. I just...I just wanted some kind of revenge. It was stupid! Exposing him to my family.”

“Oh, yeah you’re such a family man.” Dean states sarcastically.

“You don’t understand-”

“I don’t wanna understand, you son of a-”

“I was desperate.”

“Why?” You ask. “Desperate for what?”

“You ever feel desperate?” He asks you, looking back and forth with his eyes between you and Dean. “That feeling where you want something, need it so bad you’d do anything for it? For someone?”

You gulp down your answer and keep it to yourself. Of course you have, of course you do. Especially right now, after reuniting with the boys, learning Dean’s deal and wanting to save him. But now’s not the time to think more about it. You need to focus.

“I’ve lost everyone I ever loved.” Dixon starts walking around. “I’m staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?”

Your eyes glance over to Dean and your heart hurts just knowing the answer he’s thinking of, probably a snarky comment. Literal hell is probably much more worse than this hell Dixon’s facing.

“Well...there’s hell.” Dean points out.

“I wasn’t thinking… I just-”

“You hurt my sister.” You say. “You’ve hurt some women, taken their lives away. You lost everyone? So did the families and people who cared about Lucy, who cares about these two,” you point to the headless women.

“Like I said, I wasn’t thinking.” He cries, but he’s calm. “I didn’t care anymore.”

He starts walking over to you and you raise your gun higher, aiming for his head.

“You don’t know what it’s like.” He says. “Your sister is alive, no? You didn’t loose a thing.”

“You know nothing,” you spit. “I’ve lost plenty, I know damn well what it’s like.”

Suddenly, he turns around to Dean. “How about you? I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking at all. Do you know what it’s like to not give a damn? It’s like...It’s like being dead already. So go ahead, do it. Kill me.”

You watch Dean stare down Dixon, his arm still up in defense with his blade in his hand, furrowing his brows in angst. You want to be the one to do it, you want to be the one to take your blade and kill the vampire. For your sister, out of anger. But you keep your eyes on Dean as you watch every subtle movement.

And suddenly, Sam calls out for you two as he stands behind the women.

“The heads… they weren’t cut off, it was ripped off.”

“What does that mean?” You ask, not budging from your position and keeping your weapon up.

“It means...someone ripped these heads off with their bare hands. Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?”

After letting the boys figure out the situation about Gordon, they tell you the hunter is now a vampire. The sun is finally rising after what felt like forever, and you’re sitting in the passenger seat of the impala as Dean drives around. You were hitting deadends, literally, and not getting any sight of Dixon, not even in dark places.

Hours later, you’re back in the motel room catching Stevie in the act of snoring. She likes to insists that she doesn’t snore at all, so you never argue knowing that it is true. When she wakes up, the boys and you catch her up on the entire case and Gordon Walker. Before you can even rest, you let Sam stay with Stevie as you and Dean start checking around town for more motels, more warehouses and empty buildings. Still, you found nothing and no Gordon. Sam was looking through maps, with help from Stevie, calling places and still no signs of him. The city is large, and it’s filled endless possibilities. That’s what you love about the city. There is so much to uncover, to find but when it comes to your job, it makes things a lot more complicated in big areas like New York.

“It’s like a giant haystack and Gordon’s a deadly needle!” Dean exclaims not even minutes ago as you three were speaking about him.

The sun’s going to set soon and that meant Gordon would be become unstoppable. Sam has the idea from what Dean said; Gordon can track him and Dean through their phones, so he takes them and lets the chips out.

Running on no sleep isn’t as impossible for all of you. Maybe when you or Stevie were injured, sleeping was possible. But not today and you can’t wait for this to come to an end so you can sleep for a day. Unfortunately, none on this is going how you want it to go and you’re pretty sure neither does Sam or Dean.

You let out a long yawn, your eyes becoming watery from the exhaustion. You lean forward and start rummaging your bag for some cash, wanting to grab a lot of coffee for you, Stevie and the boys.

“Give me a few minutes, I’m going to grab some coffee.”

Dean’s gun clicks together and you watch him walk over to you in a hurry.

“Not alone, I’ll come.”

Sam turns his head and stares at you questionably, flickering his eyes over to Dean.

“Dean… you and I both know the only reason you want to leave this room is to go and find Gordon.” You say as you pull on your jacket and stuff your money inside a pocket.

“She’s right.” Stevie says. “You do like breaking rules.”

Dean glares at Stevie and gives her a sarcastic smile. “Oh come on, I need to go after Gordon.”

“No, you’re not.” Sam stands.

“Yes, I am. I’m going.”

“If you’re done bickering with each other, I’m gonna go get coffee.” You announce, standing in front of the door. “Dean, just stay. I’ll be fine and the sun’s going down in an hour. You’ll just be wasting time. Black coffee still your order?”

Dean nods but looks at Stevie, “You wanna go with her?”

“She’s hurt.” You say, but Stevie’s already up.

“I’ll come.” She smiles as she holds her back. “I’m just bruised, Y/N, not dying.”

There’s silence, and Stevie’s eyes widen as yours shoots up at Dean, to watch him sit down on the dresser. “Fuck.” Stevie shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Dean that was terrible. Yeah, I’m just--I’m just gonna go now…” Stevie leaves the room as fast as she can and you sadly look to Dean.

“We’ll be back. She didn’t mean to...you know.”

Dean nods, “Yeah, no I’m fine. It’s all good.”

It’s not. It’s so not good and you both know it. He’s not fine either, but Dean Winchester is so closed off, not ready to face the reality of the deal that he can’t admit it. But neither can you, Stevie and most of all, not even Sam.

“So, she knows?” Dean asks.

“I had to tell her.” You say. “You’re like the big brother she’s never had, she looks up to you. Thought it would be good for her to know.”

“Good…” he looks away from you and nods. “Okay then, see you in a bit.”

Little did you know, once Stevie and you leave the room, the bickering between the brothers go on. They bicker about Dean dying, Sam’s feelings about wanting to have his brother with him and start acting like it. You knew if they would have a moment alone lately, that something’s bound to happen. Arguments. Accusations. More arguments. And when you left the motel with Stevie, you’re completely blindsided later on when you leave the diner, only to be knocked out and taken away from your sister.

An hour or so goes by and you and Stevie haven’t returned to the motel yet. Dean was beginning to worry, so was Sam, but Dean was itching to leave. For Gordon, and to make sure you and Stevie were safe.

Suddenly, the motel room door swings open and Stevie stands there trying to catch her breath as her eyes are panicking, looking between Sam and Dean. She slams the door with all the strength she had left. The brothers are confused and also very shocked at how long it was taking you two to get coffee.

“Stevie, what’s going on?” Sam asks.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean jumps up and runs over to Stevie, grabbing onto her arm. “Why the hell did it take you so long?”

“We were driving to the diner.” Stevie says breathlessly. “We got there, got the fucking coffees and left.”

“So where’s-”

“I’m getting there, Dean!” Stevie shouts as she begins to cry. “The diner was packed, so it took a lot of time. By the time we left, the sun was gone. We got into the truck, Y/N tried to start it up but something was wrong with it. She got out and tried taking a look but by the time I went to ask If I could help… I think Gordon knows about us being here with you on this hunt.”

“Shit.” Dean curses. “Sam, we gotta go do something.”

“We do,” Sam agrees. “But we don’t even know where he’s been hiding!”

“I’m not gonna stay hauled up in here for another second. I’ll flip this entire town upside down to find Gordon and get Y/N back to me- to us. This is Y/N we’re talking about, Sammy.” He huffs out, grabbing his gun and jacket.

Before Sam can answer, Dean’s phone starts to ring.

“I thought you took the chip out?” Stevie asks.

“Yeah, and I gave him a new phone.” Sam walks over. “You’ve had this phone for like an hour Dean, who’d you give the number to?”

“Nobody.”

“My bet is on this girl Bela.” Stevie says.

“I swear…” Dean rolls his eyes at the thought and picks up his cell. “Hello?”

“Dean…” the voice is loud from his phone, deep too.

“Who is it?” Sam whispers.

“Gordon.” Dean stands up. “How’d you get this number?”

The two of them talk back and forth, Dean being nonchalant for the most part until he visibly starts to look worried. His eyebrows pull in and then the he slams his cell shut and closes his eyes.

“Dean, what’s going on?” Stevie walks overl, kneels at the side of him and grabs onto his arm. “What did he say to you?”

“He...Gordon took some people.”

“Some?” Sam asks.

“He’s the one taking women, using Dixon to help. Now he has another...and now he has Y/N.”

Stevie stands up abruptly and grabs her gun by the bed. “We need to go. Now, before he does something.”

“Right behind ya kid.” Dean stands. “But-”

“No but’s Dean.”

“You’re still hurt.”

“Hasn’t stopped me before. Now please, would you just stop letting people from trying to help you!?”

Sam and Dean stand there, blinking at Stevie as she huffs and storms out of the motel. The brothers glance at each other while Sam shrugs, silently saying how she’s right. But that’s a different conversation to be had, again, at a different time.

Outside the motel, Stevie is in the truck refusing to sit in the backseat of the Impala. She wants to do something, anything to feel more helpful even when she’s hurt. The brothers get into the car after putting weapons in the backseat. Dean slams his car door and sticks out his hand for Stevie to follow him. She’s not sure where the hell they’re going or when they’re going to find Gordon and Y/N, but never has she doubted the Winchesters.

During the time they left the motel, Gordon had you walking freely around the basement of yet another abandoned building. You knew he had something up his sleeve for not having you tied up, so you didn’t try a thing, not even leaving or letting the woman he took go while he had you. No, you can’t do anything. But you knew your sister and the guys were coming for you. And even though you knew Gordon is up to something other than getting the guys here, you just needed to figure it out.

“Oh god,” the woman cries out. “I feel so sick.”

You rush over to the woman, bending down to check her.

“Sick?” You furrow your brows. The woman is sweating, her brown hair sticking to her pale face as she tries to even her shaky breathing. You place the back of your hands gently on her forehead, expecting it to be hot but she was just sweaty. Your hand drops down to her face and turns her head slightly to get a view of her neck.

You jump back away from her and your eyes go wide. Shit, shit, shit. She’s been bit, and this is when you realize, Dixon didn’t do all of Gordon’s dirty work. The ripped heads, the correlation between the two men...Gordon’s a vampire. He is both a hunter and a vampire. Your heart begins to quicken as you realize everything, why you’re here now. Gordon must’ve smelled others on the Winchesters. He knew that they had help and he’s going to try and hurt you to get to Sam and Dean. Maybe even kill you.

“Listen to me, being tied up like this? It’ll do you good, save you. Just have to trust me on that. I’m gonna get us out, okay?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Your eyes close and you quickly shoot up from the ground, slowly turning around to face the man. “Gordon.”

“That’s me,” he says, drawing his last word. “And you’re the one with the Winchesters. The one who’s easily bringing them straight to me.”

“Oh I’m glad I can help.” You say sarcastically. “Because once they get here, you’re gonna die.”

He laughs, “Are you related to them, because you sound just like them.”

“Nah, I’m not. But I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Overly confident isn’t a compliment.”

“I’d rather be that than a monster.” You spit. “Thanks for hurting my hand by the way.”

“That would mean one less person I have to deal with when your boys come.”

“So kill me then.” You step forward. “You wanna deal with them without me being in the way, then kill me.”

He stays quiet.

“You don’t want to?” You question. “Why’s that?”

“It’d be much more fun to do it right in front of them. Besides, if you’re not related to either of them, I’m sure you have yourself bound with one of them, no?”

You keep quiet this time, trying not to lose eye contact and

“So I’m right?” He smiles. “Which one is it? The big tall one?”

You roll your eyes and shake your head in annoyance.

“So it’s Dean? Noted. I’ll make sure to hurt you first and make him watch. Or maybe the other way around?”

“No, don’t you dare hurt him. I’ll kill you.”

“You won’t, and neither will they.” He closes his eyes and turns his head for a moment, like he’s thinking or trying to listen for something. “Ah… they’re here. This is gonna be fun.”

And with that, he disappears and you let out a shaken sigh, dropping back down to the woman who starts to cry again. You let her cry as you try to calm her down.

“Who are you people?” She wails. “What is he?”

“That’s really not important right now. But what is, is getting out of here alive and-”

You hear pounding footsteps not too far from where you are. Then, lights pointing in your direction. You hear someone call out your name and first you think it’s Gordon taunting you like before, but it’s not. Walking over to a doorway, you stand there with your fists up waiting for whoever it was. Then, you jump back once you see someone.

“Stevie!”

She jumps at you and pulls you in for a tight hug. As you rest your head on her shoulder, you see Sam and Dean behind her.

“I didn’t know what we’d find.” Stevie pulls away. “I thought he would’ve killed you already just to prove a point, to scare Sam and Dean.”

“He didn’t get to do a goddamn thing to me, Steve. Look, we gotta go! Gordon could be back any second.” You say, wincing through the pulsing pain in your left wrist. “But listen-”

“We gotta get you guys outta here before Gordon comes back.” Dean interrupts fast, placing his hand being the woman’s back and trying to lead you and her out.

“Where’d he go?” Sam asks, his head turns around in different directions as he keeps an eye out.

“He bolted. But I think he’ll be back since you two are now here.” You answer, as you walk next to Dean and the woman.

Behind you, Stevie and Sam keep their weapons close. The woman begins to sway as she walks and Dean quickly lifts her in his arms to carry her. As you walk besides him, you tell Stevie and Sam to stay right behind you two. You needed to get out of there, and quick before the woman loses her senses and goes straight for your necks.

Running ahead and picking up your feet, you can almost see the light from the door outside the abandoned building. You were so close to getting out, so close to making sure everyone got to safety. But it isn’t until a metal gate comes closing down, separating Sam and Stevie from you, Dean and the woman.

“No!”

“Sam!” Dean places the woman down as he joins you at the metal gate pounding your right fist against it.

“Guys!” Stevie yells, her leg kicks at the gate a few times as Sam thrusts his shoulder against it.

“Damn it, Sam!” Dean shouts.

“Alright,” you stop hitting the gate and let your right fist linger on it. “It’s not gonna budge, Stevie. Not like that, anyways.”

“Sam!” Stevie shouts, her body slamming against the gate. You can’t see her, or Sam and it’s only making things worse. With Gordon being a vampire and having a Winchester right in front of him had given him advantage.

“Leave her alone!” Sam shouts. “You want me, not her!”

“You are so right.” Gordon speaks. He’s Gordon is taunting Sam, letting Stevie be as she’s slowly fading in and out from hitting her head hard on the concrete. It’s pitch black and Gordon has the upper hand, the enhanced sight helping him out.

“Fuck, we gotta get in there.” You panic.

“Yeah I know.” Dean stands up and pulls you with him. He starts to throw himself into the gates as you look around for something useful. You look over at a bunch of metal boxes and your eyes quickly glazes over a metal tool.

“Dean! Look, a wrench.” You hold it up to him then takes it from you, his forehead wrinkles as his eyebrows pull in confusion. “The chain, Dean. Hit the chains, break it and we’ll get in there!”

Dean’s using his upper body strength, raising his arms and hitting the chains, trying to get through and save your siblings. But it isn’t until you hear a growl and quickly see Dean being thrown to the ground by the woman. It’s too late -- the woman is now turned and you were angry. She doesn’t deserve this, no one does. As she stands over Dean, getting ready to bite him, you grab onto her shoulders and pull her from behind, dragging her to the ground.

You notice the silver gun lying on the ground next to you, the one that Dean must’ve had with him. You stare down at it as you pick it up, hesitant to even use something that won’t work.

“A gun won’t work, Dean!”

Just as you finish saying his name, the woman jumps up at you and knocks you to the ground with hunger in her red eyes, fresh new set of vampire fangs poking out of her mouth. Your face is pressing against the concrete, her hand holding your cheek down as she moves you up. Your neck is exposed, and she can hear your pulse beat immensely fast. You’re still holding onto the gun with your right hand and decide to quickly raise it up, aiming it at her head. In seconds, you pull the trigger and watch as the bullet goes inside her head, her face lighting up blue as she falls backwards.

The door is still slammed closed, the woman lies lifelessly on the ground as the two of you sit next to each other against the wall, trying to catch your breaths. Dean leans over to you and holds your face in his hand tilting your head back to the both sides to reveal your neck, making sure you’re not bit. Although your face is bloody from skidding against the concrete and letting out groans, you weren’t bit.

“Hey, you’re alright.” He assures both you and him. “Not even bit.”

“Neither are you. Thank god.” You wince. “Fuck, my wrist.”

He looks down and takes on hand off your face to gently hold your left arm in his.

“I punched Gordon in the face earlier while we fought, earlier.” You groan the same time your sister lets out a similar one over the sounds of Sam yelling out to Gordon. “That gun...how the fuck did it kill a vamp?!”

“It’s the colt...I’ll explain later.”

You hear Stevie call for you then Sam in a panic. “We need to get in there, Dean. Now.”

In minutes, Dean finally gets the chain broke and you help him open the gate, revealing nothing but pitch black darkness. You drop to your knees and pull Stevie into your arms.

“Stevie?” Dean asks as he takes a step forward into the dark and looks down at her.

“Out of all days…” she murmurs. “It just had to be me?”

You and Dean let out a scoff, a smile lingers on you and your sisters faces.

“Give me the colt, I’m heading in.” He lets his hand fall.

Once you give him the gun, he stomps forward without any questions from you. He needs to find Sam, kill Gordon and you need to keep your sister save and awake. You hold Stevie in your arms as you watch Sam and Dean scuffle around with Gordon. You want to jump in and help, but you can tell that this is personal and it’s just something that they need to do. You needed to guard your sister in case Gordon tries something again. You lean Stevie against the wall in the next room, hiding her from the fight.

“Hey, hey…” You hold her face. “I’ll be right back, I promise you.”

“Yeah I know.” Stevie smiles as her eyes stay closed. “Those boys are gonna need someone to save their asses.”

You laugh along with her and scoff, “Ain’t that right.”

As soon as you stand up and charge into the dark room you, you’re running ahead trying to find them. Once your body reaches further in, you hear something break. Sam is lying on the ground through a broken wooden wall.

“Dean, no!”

As you approach Sam who’s walking towards them, your head turns to the right. You see Gordon smacking the colt out of Dean’s hand. He pushes him to the ground and climbs on top of him, his head going right inside his shoulder biting onto Dean’s neck.

You scream out his name in horror your eyes practically bulges out of your head as you stand there frozen. As tears threaten to spill over, your vision becomes blurry. As you try and take a step forward, your boot nudges into something hard and silver. It’s the colt, Dean told you it kills anything...including Gordon. You scramble to the ground and pick up the gun, ready to shoot down Gordon who still hovers over Dean.

“Hey asshole!” You shout, raising the gun at the back of his head. “Get off of him, now!”

Gordon slowly lifts his head up and turns around to stare at you. In a flash, he now stands in front of you, the gun a few inches away from his chest. Before you pull the trigger, the gun is out of your hands and your back is pressed against his. He makes you stand in front of Dean while his mouth inches in to your neck. This is the third time in two days a vampire had threatened to bite you, threaten to bite Dean. You want to fight back, but your throbbing wrist is being clutched by Gordon’s hand, keeping you locked from trying to fight back.

“Let her go, now!” Sam yells, and you feel Gordon’s grip loosen as he bumps into you, letting you out of his hold.

You leap away from Gordon as Sam wraps his arms around his neck, bent thin wire pressing into his neck. You throw yourself the ground and reach out for Dean as he grabs onto your arms. You pull his head into your lap as you try to soothe him from the pain. You watch Sam pull harder on his grip, the metal pushing into Gordon’s neck as blood comes splattering out.

Sitting with Dean, you two watch as Sam successfully pulls Gordon’s head off, and thumping to the ground. It rolls over to the two of you and your eyes widen in disbelief that Sam had just did that, saving everyone’s life.

“Dean, it’s over.” You whisper, as he stares up at you his eyes glistening and he’s still panting from before. “Come on, let’s get you up. I got you.”

Sam stands a few feet away, looking at Dean as you stand up together. You place your hand on the side of Dean’s neck as he wraps his arm around you for balance. He lets out a cough as you look up at Sam whose face is covered with blood.

“You okay?” You ask him.

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Stevie? Where is she, is she alright?”

You three start walking together, side by side with injuries as you needed to get the hell outta here.

“She’s okay, just beat up a bit.” You respond. “Jesus, Sam that was something…”

“You just charged a super-vamped out Gordon, with no weapon.” Dean tries to speak through the bite. “That’s a little reckless, don’t you think?”

You tug on Dean’s arm as he mocks what Sam said just yesterday in the dark alleyway when he was close to getting bit by Lucy. Dean looks down at you and grips your waist tighter, practically pulling you into him.

“You guys are something else…”

Gordon is gone and the never ending hunt finally came to an end. The cars were off on the side of a road, nearby a huge lake and under a dark blue rusty bridge. There was no visit to the city like you and Stevie planned two days earlier back at the diner, but this moment of silence, peace and finally being done with this vampire hunt was all you need at this point. You were sitting on top of baby, as Stevie and Sam are occupied at the truck, drinking some coffee and probably talking about books or something. You’re holding your left hand up out for Dean as he places the medical kit he had in the truck, onto the hood next your thigh.

He takes your wrist gently, and swipes your hand with his fingers which sends goosebumps up your arm.

“Well, at least it’s not your good hand.” Dean jokes.

“Shut up.” You smile through the pain. “Is it sprained?”

“I don’t think so,” He softly touches around your swelling hand. “Yeah, it’s broken alright. Let’s get this wrapped up.”

He begins to wrap the bandage around your wrist, hand and back and forth, making sure it was securely on you and stiff. He doesn’t want it to come off and wants to make sure it stays put.

“Stevie knows how to drive, right?”

“Hell yeah she does. It’s stick, my truck. Taught her everything she knows.”

“Good, good.” He smiles as he quickly steals a look at your face, then pays back attention to wrapping your broken wrist. You won’t be driving for a while.”

“I’ll make her drive us then.” You laugh.

“Look, I was thinking you’d ride with me for a while.”

“And why’s that?”

He stays silent for a second before clipping the metal piece on one side of the wrap to the other, making sure the wrap around your hand and wrist stays in place. He coughs, then joins you on the hood.

“You know, just ride around together as your wrist heals. Could be like the old days.”

You hesitate, not sure you wanna say yes or no. You haven’t actually forgiven him about pushing you away years ago, or the deal. But maybe you needed to, for his sake. Even if it hurt to watch him not talk about it, what his future holds. So you give in, but you make a promise to yourself to try and get him to open up.

“Okay.”

“Alright.” Dean nods. “I know… a lot of this probably messed up your plans. Going to the city with Stevie.”

“Yeah, well nothing ever goes as planned in our lives, you know that.” You shrug and jump off the hood. “No matter how much we dream, or wish for something else. Just gotta stick to saving people, even if no one might not be able to save you.”

Dean looks to the ground, not wanting to talk about anything involving death or the deal. But he knew you’d find your way to him and make him listen.

“Listen, I know you said you want to make it up to me, to Stevie about what happened. But I think it’s unfair to me to even let you try. So please, Dean. Try. Talk to us, and maybe you won’t have to deal with this alone. Because you aren’t and never will be.”

Although he looks like he’s becoming angry, he’s feeling scared on the inside. He has been since the day he took that deal to save Sam.

You want to ease the one-sided conversation and make sure he’s alright, maybe even take his mind off it all for the rest of the morning.

“By the way, my truck...she’s a bit broken? I figured I’d ask the best mechanic I know if he’d take a look.” You wink at him.

He clears his throat. “Yeah, sure. Let me just take a look at baby and I’ll get right to it.”

“Got it.” You say, walking over to your truck to see Stevie.

“Can you tell Sam I need him for a sec?” Dean asks, as you nod giving him a thumbs up.

You and Stevie spend the rest of the rising morning on the truck of your hood, drinking coffee and soaking in the sun, watching the brothers work on Dean’s baby for a while. You knew these next few months with Dean are just going to be rough. There’s no forcing him into talking about the deal, but you can be there for him. Ride on with him in his car like how the two of you used to, while Sam and Stevie get to hang out in your truck and drive. Things will never be like they used to be, but hopefully the friendship can heal.

But like always, the things anyone hopes for and dreams of, never goes the way you want.

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19mrs-barnes17 · 4 years

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Don’t Be Stupid

Summary: A blast from the past, Sam Winchester stumbles his way into a hunt already in progress. Little does he know they’re flying solo.

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: minor mention of loss, flirtation, minorly graphic

Word count: 2,733

A/N: The fact that most of the Sam smiling gifs are in the early seasons hurt my heart. But enjoy!

She knew it was a bad idea. The lack of a completed plan in her mind barely got her through the foyer, blood dripping down her forehead as she struggled against the force. Her foot reached out for the machete that lay a foot or two away, nearly snagging it as the clean cut sound of a blade running through flesh was followed by the vamp’s head toppling from its neck. Wiping the blood from her face she was met with an angry man, an attractively tall and hazel eyed man, who didn’t get a moment to lecture her. Though she could tell by the way his eyes locked onto her, they were practically a window into his brain where the gears could be seen turning as they attempted to produce a speech.

She dove for her machete and continued on while he fought off two vamps who almost seemed to have a personal vendetta against the guy. Despite knowing she had no time to wonder how another hunter ended up on her case, she was curious about his identity and couldn’t help but let her mind wander as she sliced through the nest. Everything was going a lot smoother with that stranger to watch her back, but she’d never tell him that. Can’t go feeding any more egos.

“I’d drop that blade if I were you.” Halting in her tracks she turned to glance behind her, eyes trailing from the machete on the carpet to the way the vamp had the hunter in a hold. So much for smooth going. Her mind was calculating from the moment she laid eyes on the pair, an idea forming in her head. And it was a two person job.

“All right, calm down.” She shifted her gaze to the stranger’s, bending her knees as she went to set down her weapon, but a quick nod from him set it into motion. The stranger clawed at the vamp’s face while she spun, ducking when she released the machete from her grip. Somehow the blade actually made it halfway through its neck, striking the creature at an odd angle. However, this was enough to throw him off and the stranger landed the killing blow with his own blade.

“I can’t believe that actually worked.” The stranger was kneeling before the vamp with a mixed expression, half in shock and half impressed.

“I don’t think anyone is going to.” He glanced up from the body, a soft smirk on his lips as he handed her machete back. The sound of cries rang out and both heads snapped to the direction they emanated from, the long dark hallway becoming less empty by the minute as a few vamps began to trail out of the rooms. “Well fuck me. Guess we just hit the beehive with a bat.”

“Seems like it. What’s the plan?” She had scoffed, eyes scanning around them for something to spark an idea. “Are you telling me you waltzed in here with no plan?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize I brought my mother along for the trip. My plan was to wipe ‘em out one by one as I snuck around the house. What I didn’t account for was you following me here.” He rolled his eyes before shoving her into the nearest room and pressing his back against the door.

“Yeah well you can thank your buddy Garth for the tip.” That’s when it hit her, she knew exactly how he had gotten there and was going to smack Garth for his big mouth later. “Now grab that desk.”

“Yeah okay let me just shift into She-Hulk.” Muttering angrily she knocked the knick knacks from the top and pushed the desk with her back. “Remind me to remind Garth I hunt alone. Especially when it's the nest that killed my partner.”

“That’s exactly the type of hunt you call in backup for, emotions always cloud judgement on a revenge hunt.” She rolled her eyes, knowing full well he couldn’t see with her back to him. “Some friendly advice? Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed.”

“Gee thanks for the tip. Next time keep it to yourself, especially since, oh I don’t know, we’re not partners or friends.” Once she’s close enough he joins in pushing the desk up against the door, the pounding against the door intensifying. “Now what wise guy.”

“Sam.”

“Sorry?”

“My name is Sam. And now? Now we can control when they get in, and take a breather beforehand.” He had this cocky look about his stance and his gestures as he spoke, as though he thought himself an expert of some sort.

“Who are you?” It was killing her that he seemed so experienced, and yet she had never come in contact with him before. Even worse was that the more she looked into his eyes, the ones that seemed to shift color depending on the lighting, the more she felt that she had.

“I just told you.” The rattling of the door has him speaking louder, his stance stiffening and ready. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re way too good at this.”

“Uh, thanks?” He chuckled softly but she shook her head, the atmosphere growing tense as she stared him down and the banging on the door softened.

“Oh fuck me.” Her eyes scanned the room before landing on the balcony, “No seriously, fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s the be-” His gaze followed hers, eyes widening in realization as he caught up. “Oh, fuck.”

“How fast can you move that desk?” Sam was already on it and she stood watch, the first vamp shattering the glass but only making it a foot before losing his head.

“Let’s go!” Sam slices his way out while she backs her way from the room, her blade swinging violently back and forth.

“There! Let’s draw them out.” The open foyer was the last stand, her back was pressed against his as they waited for the first vamp to venture a strike. “I’m Y/N.”

“What?”

“You told me your name, but I never told you mine.” He glanced over his shoulder, brow furrowed.

“You really don’t remember me do you?” Did you know that vampires have excellent timing? And by excellent she meant terrible. Mid-conversation bad.

“Can’t say I do, those eyes are familiar though.” She grunts as a vamp nails her in the gut, her blade soon enough severing the woman’s head. Sam slices through the final vamp and the two are left huffing and puffing.

“You think we could just burn the building as the security measure?” He laughs, nodding at the idea before muttering something like ‘sounds good to me’.

The blaze of the fire was wild as it nipped at the night air, the two only sticking around long enough to ensure it would keep burning. As they approached their cars they slowed to a stop before glancing once more at the house.

“Are you staying anywhere or did you just rush straight here?” She sent him a look with a smile that said, ‘I’m not that stupid’.

“I may rush into a ‘revenge case’ as you called it, but I know how bloody this job gets. A shower is a must.” She opened her car door, but paused before leaning inside. “Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted his weight awkwardly and she gasped, her smirk one that he had begun to admire. He glanced away quickly, praying the night hid the look in his eyes as he stared at the flaming building.

“Wow, Mr. Plan didn’t think to include a place for a clean up?” He rolled his eyes before sliding into his car and starting the engine, waiting for her to show him the way.

Refreshed she was, but also starving. For food and information. She knew it was time to figure out what she had somehow forgotten. Sam was a mystery puzzle piece and her brain would not be able to rest until she found out what happened between the two of them. When she opened the door there he stood, fist raised and ready to knock. Sam’s eyes met hers and he lowered his hand with a sheepish smile, he was next door and probably kicking himself for being so close.

“That’s a frighteningly close guess.” He shrugged and pointed to her car, parked right outside the neighboring room. “Ah, nevermind it was an average one.”

“But still incorrect. You hungry?” This man was going to be the death of her, she could just tell by that dangerous smile and those pretty eyes. She didn’t stand a chance.

There was a diner 5 minutes away with the best chicken bacon melt she had ever tasted, melt in your mouth cheese that could make a girl foodgasm. She couldn’t help but moan as she took the first bite, rolling her eyes and mumbling at how delicious it was. Sam chuckled to himself, glancing at her as though she reminded him of someone. When dessert came round she knew she had to try their house special chocolate mousse pie, and he once more gave her that look of familiarity.

“Southside Diner. About 5 years ago.” She froze just before she was about to slide a fork full of pie into her mouth, eyes flitting up to his.

“Come again?” Setting her fork down she tilted her head, brow knit as he fumbled for something in his pocket. Out came his wallet, out of his wallet came a card. Suddenly she knew exactly what she had pushed from her memory, and she knew why. “Oh my god. Fuck me.”

“That has to be your catchphrase, because I still remember you flipping off my brother for his retort all those years ago.”

Y/N and Q sat upon the stools of the diner, rejuvenating their energy through copious amounts of food. Neither had spoken a word since the hunt, nothing had gone wrong per say, but both were officially too exhausted for words. The bell chimed and just like when someone walked through the door of a classroom her head couldn’t help but turn to look. In walked two tall men, one like a damn tree but the other not too far behind. Both fairly handsome, but one set of eyes ensnared hers instantly as they shifted colors under the fluorescent lights. She sent a smile and a small nod which he returned, his gaze torn away by his companion.

“Here.” Q slid a business card her way, the formerly blank back now covered in ink, her eyes scanned the note before she shook her head. “Oh come on. You never flirt, I’m getting tired of you letting them walk by.”

“You know it’s best not to date non-hunters, and you know I don’t do hookups.” He shoved the card into her hand with a smirk.

“Then it’s a good thing you just selected one, eh?” Brow knit together she glanced haphazardly over her shoulder, gaze meeting the emerald green pair instead. Quickly she turned away, one deep breath in and she slid out of her seat and turned toward the booth. However, she of course could never pull off a move so smooth and immediately ran into a waitress with a tray of milkshakes.

“Ah, fuck me.” The chocolate and strawberry ice cream absorbing into her black and white print leggings, her muddled navy top barely noticeable.

“You should at least buy me a drink first, don’t ya think?” Her eyes trailed up to the emerald eyes that taunted her, her mind raging at the dick move he just pulled. Pushing herself off the floor she placed the card before the hazel eyed man who sat glaring at his companion, turning back to the flirt.

“There’s a place where you can pick up someone who’s actually interested down the street, it’s called a bar. Maybe you should try it some time.” She didn’t wait for a reply before flipping him off and heading for the door, only pausing to nod for Q to follow.

“Holy shit, you kept it?” She scanned the chocolate and strawberry pink stained card, fingers running over the faded ink before falling short at the phone number. “So that’s why you never got a hold of me, the dumbass wrote the wrong area code.”

“Ah, so that’s why I got some guy named Phil on the other end asking if his wife was expecting my call.” Sam laughed along with you, eyes seemingly a lighter shade. “I thought you were just messing with me, or you just really wanted to tell Dean off.”

“Can you blame a girl? I get doused in milkshake, curse, and the genius thinks I’m looking for a pick up from him. I don’t do hookups, especially not with guys that approach me like that.” Sam smirks, shaking his head at his brother’s antics.

“Trust me, I’m amazed by some of the lines that work.” She scoffs and demands an example, shoving her now empty plate aside and resting her chin in her hands. “No way.”

“Boo, you’re no fun. I’ll do one I’ve gotten if you tell me one of his that’s actually worked.” Sam arched a brow, but nodded. “Did you sit on a pile of sugar?” He shakes his head and mumbles a no, doing his best to contain his smile. “Cause you’ve got a pretty sweet ass.”

Sam pauses for a moment, cocking his head to head to the side and making a face that says, ‘mmm… yeah that’s accurate’. She leaned forward and smacked his chest with the back of her hand, head shaking at him.

“Okay, a deal is a deal. Now I don’t remember the exact delivery, but it was something to this effect.” Sam clears his throat and regains his composure, eyes taking on an expression she’d never seen before. “I just thought I’d let you know that I value my breath, so it would be nice if you didn’t take it away every time you walked by.”

For some reason her hormones betrayed her brain and she was left rendered silent for a minute or two. She cleared her throat and was immediately searching for something to say. She should have known better than to ask a man she’s attracted to to tell her a pick up line.

“Well fuck me, that was smoother than he probably delivers it.” She immediately grabs her glass of water to take a sip and avoid eye contact. “Let me guess his shirt is made of boyfriend material.”

“Oh, no. Not his shirts, those are hookup material and nothing else.”

“So what’s yours then?” She couldn’t believe the words slipped out, her cheeks flushing under his gaze.

“What do you want it to be?”

“Oh fuck you, stop being so damn smooth. You’re killing me here.”

“You asked, I delivered.” He held his hand up in surrender and she wanted him then and there, this big, dumb, but smooth as hell dork.

“I didn’t know I would unleash a flirting machine.” She tore away her gaze, a smile tugging at her lips. “I do know what I was hoping it to be.”

“Hoping what to be?”

“The material.” She felt ridiculous, but comedy was the only way she’d ever get this out.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Boyfriend.” She muttered the words through her hands, eyes peeking between her fingers to look at his reaction. His soft smile melted her worry, hands reaching for hers and intertwined his fingers with hers.

“I think that could be arranged. We did pretty much just have a first date.”

“In that case, I usually don’t offer this on typical first dates… but I have a good feeling about you.” She stands up after the bill returns, her eyes daring to meet his gaze.

The drive was quick and silent apart from the radio playing softly in the background. She found it pretty comical that after all this time, Garth of all people was the reason they had met again. Who would have guessed?

“Well, you know the way to my room don’t you?” She paused, leaning against the hood of the car with a smirk that drove him wild.

“I think I might have it right this time.” It was official, that smile was her demise. And wouldn’t ya know… she didn’t mind that one bit.

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years

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Family and Fantasy

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Y/N finally gets the life she’s been dreaming of with the man she’s in love with but it’s not all it appears.

Warnings: Supernatural typical violence, bad writing as always

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The sun shone brightly on your face, warming your skin, as you leaned against the warm sun-heated Impala. A light breeze rustled through the leaves of the forest that surrounded the clearing you were in and across the field of mixed weeds and flowers. Dean always insisted they were weeds at least; you thought that it was all beautiful.

A large smile spread across your face as you heard the squealing laughter of your three year old son, Marcus, “Daddy stop!” He giggled, Dean chasing him in small circles with a big grin. You watched the two of them run around in the middle of the empty dirt road in front of your home.

“I’m gonna get you!” Dean said, closing in on the little boy, snatching him up in his arms and swinging him around. Laughter filled the air as Dean tossed him in the air and and ran up to you. “Now let’s get Mommy!”

You put your arms up, jokingly shielding yourself as Dean and Marcus came running towards you, Marcus’s hands outstretched. His bright green eyes - his father’s eyes - sparkled with glee. Marcus squealed excitedly. “No!!!” You teased. Suddenly, Dean thrust Marcus into your open arms, “throwing” him at you.

“Got you!” Marcus giggled, throwing his slightly chubby arms around your neck. Dean came up besides you, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you and your son into his arms. He kissed the top of your head and you snuggled into his neck, taking in everything. The feeling of his skin against yours, the scent of him and his cologne on his shirt, the slight scratch of his ever-so-slightly scruffy face on your cheek as he nuzzled against you, the squirming of your son as he vied for your attention over Dean. Most importantly, you looked up at Dean and you saw him smile. He actually smiled with genuine happiness and contentment.

You looked up lovingly at him and watched his gaze scan across the scene in front of him: from the luscious green forest around a field mixed with grass and flowers to the dirt road that doubled as your driveway to the large dirt driveway that led to your home then back to your son, who there was no denying was his just by looks. Finally, his gaze drifted down, beautiful green eyes meeting yours as he kissed you gently, “I love you.”

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Dean rushed into the motel room excitedly, setting the bags of take-out on the half-broken table. It was a good night. It was his night to take the bed instead of the floor and he had just gotten back from getting a double bacon cheeseburger. What wasn’t to love? “I HAVE PROVIDED!” He announced, throwing his arms in the air triumphantly for doing a basic human task like getting food.

He reached into the large brown paper bag, pulling out his burger before looking pu and noticing that nobody was getting their food. “Don’t all get up at once.” He commented sarcastically, looking at Sam, Cas, Jack, and… oh. That’s what was off. “Where’s Y/N?”

Sam leaned back from his laptop, “Y/N’s not back yet.”

“What do you mean Y/N isn’t back yet?” He asked.

“I mean she isn't back. She left this morning to go check in on the girl we wanted to talk to about the potential case here but she never came back. She stopped responding to my text messages five hours ago. She won’t answer her phone.”

“Maybe her phone died?” Dean suggested, trying to push aside the panic that was rising in his chest.

Cas shrugged, “That’s what we assumed too but she’s been gone for almost twelve hours. Even if her phone did die, she should have been back by now or at least told us she went to go do other things. It’s nearly eleven o’clock at night. And nothing in this town is open past eight as far as I can tell.”

Dean thought for a second, “Okay… so what do we do? Where do we start? What do we know?” He rambled.

“I’m not sure,” Jack started, “But she went to interview someone who knew the vic right? Maybe we should go talk to the girl she interviewed? See if she knows anything?”

Cas nodded, “That would be a good place to start.”

Before Cas even finished agreeing, Dean had the keys pulled out of his pocket and was heading towards the door, “Alright, let’s go.”

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“Excuse me boys but what exactly do you think you’re doing?” You questioned, hands on your hips, as you watched your three year old sitting on the granite kitchen counter next to your husband, both of them looking like a deer in headlights. Marcus quickly ripped his hand out of the pack of cookies he and Dean were sneaking into while Dean continued to look at you, mid-bite into his chocolate chip cookie. They knew they were caught. “I just got back from the store to make dinner! It is not time for cookies!” You exclaimed, not actually mad, just irritated at Dean for spoiling your son’s appetite. It was hard enough getting him to eat his veggies sometimes.

“Daddy! Mommy’s home!” Marcus very obviously scream whispered, panicking.

Dean leaned over, “Yeah, thanks buddy.” You cocked an eyebrow at him. After a second, Dean stood a little straighter, looking at you defiantly and finishing biting into the cookie.

“Dean Winchester! Don’t make me fight you!” You threatened, reaching over to pick Marcus up off the counter.

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Dean asked with a smirk and cheesy eyebrow wiggle.

Your eyes widened as you cleared your throat, motioning to the toddler in your arms.

Your husband rolled his eyes, “Awe c’mon, he’s three. He doesn’t know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes back at him, setting Marcus down.

After watching him run into the other room, Dean moved a little closer to you, grabbing your waist and leaning close to you, his scruffiness scratching seductively up your neck, making your knees weak. “So… maybe we can get him to bed early tonight and we can make that a promise?”

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“Hello, Miss. Peyton Wilson?” Sam started, the girl nodding in response, “I’m agent Cole and this is my partner agent Wanek,” He gestured to Dean, “Another agent came by this morning to speak with you about your brother’s death, correct?”

Peyton looked as if she’d been crying for days, her eyes puffy and hair messy, “I already talked to the police. But no, nobody from the FBI came by.”

“No?” Sam asked, fear flashing in his chest, “Okay, well I’m sorry for bothering you so late. We’ll be back tomorrow at a more reasonable time to speak with you about the incident. Have a good night.”

“So she never made it here?” Dean thought out loud as they walked towards the impala where Jack and Cas were.

From the back, Cas said, concerned, “Then she’s been missing for longer than we thought.”

“So where do we start then?” Dean asked, needing something productive to be said. He felt like they weren’t getting anywhere.

In the backseat, a thought occurred to Jack, “What if whatever we’re hunting here got Y/N too?”

Dean groaned, “Then we better find whatever it is fast. We don’t even know for sure what we’re hunting. But whatever it is, it’s not good and she probably doesn’t have much time.”

“Three known victims so far, all completely drained of blood. So we’re down to… what? A vamp or a djinn?” Sam thought through before sighing, “Either way, it’s not good.”

“And where’s the nest then?” Cas asked.

Out across the dark, rainy street, what looked like a teenage girl walking down the sidewalk caught Sam’s attention. She walked straight ahead, shielding herself from the rain by pulling her coat over her head. Sam watched, noticing that she kept glancing behind her nervously. “Hey, guys…” Sam mentioned, drawing everyone’s attention to the young girl who was quickly looking more and more scared. The girl completely stopped, looking around and taking out her earbuds when suddenly a man appeared out of the bushes next to her. Within less than a second, his eyes glowed a bright blue, illuminating his heavily tattooed body, and he snatched her into the bushes, the both of them disappearing silently.

All four of the men jumped out of the car, rushing towards where the girl and djinn just stood. “I guess we know which one it is now.” As they approached where they were, they couldn’t find where they went. Dean rustled the leaves around, trying to figure out where the djinn could have possibly taken the girl. That’s when he saw the opening behind the bush.

“Right here guys!” He announced, ripping away the branches and diving straight into the tunnel, gun drawn. It was dark and entirely concrete, walls, floor, ceiling, and all. Water leaked from cracks in the ceiling, small weeds peeping through the seams between slabs on cement. The tunnel itself only went about fifteen feet in before opening into a medium sized room lit only by the sporadic, nearly-burnt out candle.

Dean cautiously scanned the room, nodding his head silently to let the other three men know it was clear. They all entered, guns readied. Broken furniture littered the room except for the occasional mostly intact couch or table. The men spread around the room, each looking in different areas for either the man or the girl he took or (preferably) you.

Jack followed along one wall, seeing a hallway that led off to the right. He rounded the corner, gasping when he saw the scene in front of him. Across the room, he saw a row of people strung up by rope around their wrists, feet barely touching the floor (not that it mattered considering they hung limp and unconscious anyways.) There were three people in total: one older gentleman, a younger man- the one who’s disappearance drew you all to the town in the first place, and you. Each of you were hooked up to an IV system, deep red blood flowing from your arms into a bag that hung next to each of your bodies. “Dean! Sam! Cas!” Jack yelled, alerting the others.

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You couldn’t help the slight quiver in your legs or the flutter in your chest as Dean’s lips dipped below your jaw and just behind your ear, knowing every spot on your body that made you weak. His rough hands gently crept under your shirt, calloused fingers resting on your soft skin, as he pinned your body between his hips and the granite kitchen counter. You tilted your head, giving him better access to exactly where you wanted him. A whimper escaped your lips as he sank his teeth into your delicate skin before soothing over it with his tongue.

“Do you realize how beautiful you are?” He asked, pulling away from your neck to look into your eyes with all the love and adoration that they held five years ago when you first fell in love.

Gosh, the way this man made you feel. He had the power to make you feel like the strongest most badass woman in the world but he could also make you feel like the most beautiful, loved person on the planet.

“Do you realize how much I love you?” You responded, hoping your eyes conveyed the exact same message his did. Before he could respond, you pulled him close to you, hand resting on his neck before craning your mouth back up to meet his in a fiery kiss. Dean’s large hands trailed down from your hips to your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter. He quickly closed the gap between you, hips coming flush with you. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as you pulled him impossibly closer, earning a grunt from Dean as the bulge in his jeans rubbed against your clothed core.

Your lips still crashed passionately as his hand snaked around your lower back and he leaned forward, catching you off guard as you suddenly found yourself leaning back. Before you could lie all the way down, your hands shot out in panic, trying to catch yourself in a momentary panic despite the fact that Dean had you supported the whole time. In your panic, you accidentally knocked a small pile of books off the counter and they came crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

You and Dean both froze, listening for Marcus to see if he woke up. After it was decided it was safe, you giggled at your mishap. Dean looked down at you and poked your sides in humorous aggression, “Gotta be quiet princess or you’ll wake him up! It’s already been so long.” He growled the last part, diving back into your neck, trailing hot kisses down into your cleavage and across your breasts, pulling your tank top down further to expose your supple skin. His teeth grazed over the tender flesh pulling a whimper from your lips.

“You sound so sweet princess.” Ohhh that nickname. It really did things to you. His hands came up to massage your breasts , pulling your shirt and bra down, completely exposing you, and you found yourself arching your back into his rough palms. “You have no idea how badly I’ve missed this.” He groaned in your ear, grinding his hips into your heat and you could feel everything.

“I’m pretty sure I have an idea.” You teased, your words broken by breathy moans. Slowly, he moved his left hand from your breast and down to your heat, massaging you through your shorts.

“Oh Dean-” You moaned in ecstasy.

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“Dean…” You groaned quietly.

“I’m here! I’m here Y/N. C’mon wake up.” Dean told you, panicked, as he and Sam ran over to you. Dean checked your pulse while Sam whipped out his knife and began sawing through the ropes that held you up. It didn’t take long to cut all the rope and your weight crashed into Dean’s arms. He gently lied you on the ground, kneeling over you.

“He’s dead. Is she okay?” Cas asked, looking over from his own work of cutting down the elderly gentleman.

“She’s alive.” Dean announced, “C’mon Y/N, wake up!” He shook you slightly. Gosh, you were so pale and your skin was cold and clammy. Your lips were chapped and he could’ve sworn they were almost purple. His eyes trailed down to where the IV was and he quickly removed the tape, gently removing the catheter from your arm, blood squirting down your arm from the lack of pressure. “Jack! Help!”

Jack quickly ran over to you and swiped his hand over your body. His eyes glowed bright amber and a warm energy flowed from his hands into your body, stopping the bleeding in your arm and trailing up. As he worked his way up, you slowly regained some color and your breathing became more regular.

Before he could finish though, Sam yelled, grunting as he was tackled to the ground by a man. Jack stopped and stood quickly, his attention turning to Sam who was being attacked by the same man that had taken the girl earlier that night. The man choked Sam, his hands gripping tightly around his throat. “Jack-” He choked out, hands trying to pry the man’s grip off. As Sam met his eyes though he noticed them glow bright blue and saw the tattoos all over his body do the same and Sam knew right away what he was dealing with.

With a flick of his wrist, the man was thrown off Sam by some invisible force and sent crashing into the cement walls. Sam rolled over, gasping and coughing loudly, managing to croak out, “It’s a djinn!”

The tattooed monster didn’t stay down for long though and before the boys knew it, he was back up. The djinn rushed towards Castiel, who turned soon enough to take a blunt tackle to the chest. He found himself pinned against the wall. Cas struggled hard against the pressure but the djinn wasn’t budging. Again, he glowed bright blue and brought his fingers up to Castiel’s forehead. When he did, Cas’s eyes glowed as well and he stared off as if he were in a trance.

Before the djinn’s magic was completely though, Sam rushed up from behind, running him through with the angel blade. His blue glow flickered before completely dimming and he crashed to the ground. Cas fell as well but quickly regained consciousness, the djinn’s magic having not worked entirely.

“Jack!” Dean hissed, snapping a distracted Jack back to his previous job of healing you.

“Right!” Jack knelt back down next to you and ran his hands over your still body. Slowly, you began moving again, even if only a little.

Suddenly, your eyes shot open as you gasped and sat up, nearly knocking Dean’s head with yours. You leaned back against your hands as you gasped, looking around at your surroundings.

How the hell did you get here? What happened? Where were you? Two seconds ago you were in your very happy home, doing very very pleasant things with your husband when suddenly you were jolted to wherever the hell this was. You really thought you were done with all that hunter stuff…

“Y/N?!” A familiar voice gasped, “You’re okay! We’ve got you!”

You looked over to see Dean crouching next to you but this wasn’t your Dean. This was the Dean you’d first started dating back when you were hunters. “What’s going on?” You asked, looking around frantically. Dean, Cas, Sam, and Jack all stood around you with worried looks on their faces.

“You were taken by a djinn,” Cas explained, turning to the boys, “Her confusion is probably caused by suddenly being jerked from whatever fantasy he had her in.”

Fantasy. That was just a fantasy? “It all felt so real.” You sighed sadly to yourself. You wanted that to be real so badly.

Dean took your hand gently, “Believe me, I know. I’ve been zapped in by one of those suckers too.”

“Let’s get her back to the hotel.” Sam suggested.

Everyone nodded in agreement and Dean reached down to help you up. The second his skin touched yours, your heart sped up and you gasped, still feeling hot from his touch in your dream. Dean noticed and looked at you with a concerned expression, “You okay?”

You nodded hurriedly, avoiding eye contact with him. It was all too weird. You’d been in love with the man for months and you finally had everything you’d dreamed of. You’d been with him in ways you could only imagine being with him in real life and now it was as if none of it had happened. Because none of it had.

“I can do it.” You stated, pushing yourself up with wobbly arms. They were still sore despite the fact that your wounds had been healed.

Together, the five of you made your way out of the room you were in, along with the girl they’d saved. Once outside, you made quick work of making the scene look like a typical kidnapping-murder. Dean called it in to the police that you’d all been working with as FBI and told them that you’d found the victims.

As soon as all of that was done, you’d gotten in the Impala and made your way back to the motel. Everyone noticed you were uncharacteristically quiet but chose not to push it. They had no clue what hallucination you were stuck in.

But Jack, of course, with his child-like naivety and thirst for learning looked at you innocently in the backseat, “So you were stuck in a dream?” He asked.

You nodded, trying to hide the sadness, “Apparently so.”

“And he was feeding off of your blood while keeping you trapped in a dream?” He pressed, innocent curiosity all over his face.

“Yes, Jack.” You stated simply, really not wanting to explain all of this right now. It wasn’t as if you’d just been strung up and drained of your blood all day or anything.

He shifted in his seat to look at you, “So what did you dream about?”

You stopped, unsure what to say. Silently, you looked up to the front seat to look at Dean, hoping with every fiber of your being that maybe that dream was some premonition, “It actually wasn’t bad,” You explained with a small smile, “It was everything I’ve wanted my life to be for a long time.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad way to die,” Jack commented, “Y’know, stuck in a perfect dream world where you can’t feel yourself slowly being murdered.”

You cringed a little at the way he explained it, especially since he did it with his boy-like smile. “I guess you’re right, Jack.” You chuckled.

“Well now that you saw your perfect life, maybe you can work on making it real!” He chirped excitedly.

Again, your eyes found their attention on Dean and the way the moonlight and headlights highlighted his features in the night and the way he occasionally peeked back at you to make sure you were okay. How could a girl not fall for him? “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You said with a smile. Maybe he was.

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LOVE FOR ETERNITY - PART 83

MASTERLIST

PART 83: | THE FALL OF THE MIKAELSONS |

Freya was working on a spell when Kol approached her.

- “Well, you said you put the Prophecy to rest, so what's the worry? Kol asked once seeing Freya was working on a spell.

- “You said we can’t leave the city and I didn't sleep last night. I just had this feeling of dread. I don't know if it's my own guilt or maybe, it's my intuition telling me something's coming.” Freya tells him.

- “And what's this? Your early warning system?” Kol asks as he looks at the table with a map.

- This map is spelled to trace Niklaus' enemies. Let's just hope I'm being paranoid.” Freya singed as she started an incantation, “Calaste piso tal tras es tros. Calaste piso tal tras es tros..”

Kol’s eyes widened upon seeing that the drops of blood on the map started to make their way to NOLA from all directions over the world.

- “I guess you're not being paranoid, when there is, in fact, a hoard of killers there to get you.” Kol tells her.

Elijah walks down the stairs where Kol is gathering weapons. Klaus steps into the hall.

- As Klaus stepped into the hall Kol spoke, “Freya's tracking your sirelines now. So it won't be long which works for me. I could use a good fight.”

- “Well, we do have an advantage.” Elijah started, “No vampire may enter this stronghold as long as the deed remains in Freya's name.”

- “So what? We hide in here while the enemies mass at the front gate?” Kol asked his brother, almost offended by his comment.

- “Well, if they are so determined to die at our hands, let them come.” Klaus said with a shrug.

Before they said anything else they hear a struggle upstairs, but before any of them could make a move to get to Freya, a crowd of vampires closes in on them.

They were shocked when they saw Marcel entering the compound, alive and well.

- “Never thought it would come to this. But as always, The Mikaelsons made my choice for me.” Marcel remarks.

- “Marcel, how?” Klaus asked.

- “How are we in your home? I've friends who can nullify a deed, foreclose on a property like that,” he snaps his fingers for the effect, “Or did you mean.. how am I not a rotting corpse?”

- “I thought my friend was dead, and yet here you are. So send these fools away, and let's talk. You and me.” Klaus offered.

- “Is that relief I hear? Really? If I hadn't been one step ahead of you, I would be at the bottom of the river.” Marcel tells him.

- Elijah stepped forward, placing himself at the center of attention, “Marcel, your anger is with me. I'm the one that's responsible for this crime against you.”

- “One thing I learned sticking around this family, Elijah, you take on one of you, you are taking on all of you.” Marcel responded, then gestured to the other vampires around them, “These guys, Klaus' sirelines, they're here to bear witness today.”

- Kol narrowed his eyes at him and tilted his head to the side, “Are you planning to put on a little show, Marcellus?”

- “Damned sure I am.” Marcel answered, “The Fall of The Mikaelsons. And guess what, the show has already started.” he raised his arms up and the vampires begin to move forward.

- Kol walks towards him saying, “I know you're hurt, but you’re not the only one who lost someone. It would break Davina’s heart to see you like this.”

- Marcel points at Kol, “Don't mention her name. If it weren't for you and your girlfriend, she'd still be alive.”

- Kol knocks Marcel's hand down, “But she's not and neither is Natali so we are quit.”

As expected Marcel hits Kol and they start to fight as the crowd started cheering. Suddenly Marcel bites Kol, while Elijah and Klaus are watching in horror.

- "Now we are quit." Marcel says as he snaps Kol's neck and tosses him away.

- “Kol.” Klaus called out his younger brother in fear.

Elijah starts a vicious fight by trying to punch Marcel with vamp-speed, Marcel appears to side step the attack. Klaus jumps into the fight with a right hook, only for Macel to duck & grab his hand. Marcel then turns to face Elijah in time to kick him away before he can land a punch. The momentary distraction allows Klaus to land a couple of blows. Marcel answers back with a powerful punch, that sends the original hybrid flying into the wall behind him. Elijah takes over and Marcel bites Elijah's arm. The crowd was cheering loudly and Klaus was watching helplessly when Marcel threw Elijah across the room.

Klaus’ hybrid face appears, as he rises to his feet. Marcel invites Klaus with a gesture for Klaus to bring it. Klaus charges at Marcel with vamp-speed.

- Suddenly Rebekah shows up and interferes, “STOP!”

- “Rebekah.” Marcel says, but she was looking at Klaus.

- “Hayley has Freya. Take our brothers and go now. Marcel will not hurt me.” Rebekah tells him and looks at Marcel, “Not, if he knows what's good for him.”

Klaus takes his brothers and they leave on vampire speed.

- Rebekah inspects her wrist with the cursed skull branded on it, as she continues to Marcel, “I've only got a short while before I go mad again. So your explanation better be quick and it better be good.”

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LUCIEN'S PENTHOUSE

The Mikaelson brothers burst into the apartment, Kol badly wounded between them.

- “Freya!” Klaus called out urgently for his sister.

- Hayley noticed Elijah's wound and moves towards him, “Elijah!”

- He shook his head at her and stopped her from persisting, “Don't. We deal with it later.”

- Kol slumps on the sofa and gasps loudly in pain, “I am going to die.”

- “You're not going to die.” Klaus tells him reassuringly.

- Kol chuckles breathlessly, “Now that sounds familiar. Isn't that what you said to Finn?”

- “Look, Lucien engineered his venom from the seven werewolf packs, so maybe, that's the key to a cure.” Klaus informed him, attempting to for a quick plan.

- “Oh great, that's the first piece in a puzzle none of us will be alive to solve. I'm poisoned, Rebekah is hexed, and our brothers are bitten. We need three different cures to three different ailments, each of which could take years to find, and none of us will make it through the day.” Freya, overwhelmed, responded then started taking care of sweating Kol on the sofa.

- “You know as well as I that the only person who could cure us is dead.” Kol weakly said to his brother, then he looks at Freya, “Just put me out of my misery! At least put me to bloody sleep!” his eyes then squeezed shut as he endured more pain run through his body.

Freya suddenly forms a plan in her head.

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Back at the compound Rebekah and Marcel were discussing privately.

- “Elijah is as good as dead. So is Kol. Before the night's over. Klaus will follow along with them.” Marcel tells her.

- Suddenly Rebekah uses her vampire speed and grabs him by his neck “Who is your next victim, me?!” she exclaimed.

- Marcel grabs her hand and puts her down, “No, no. I would never hurt you.” he says while looking at her eyes, “But I'm not backing down. I am taking back my home, my city, my freedom.”

- Rebekah shakes her head in disappointment and takes a few steps back, “The Marcel that I knew.. the man that I loved.. never fancied himself judge, jury, and executioner.

- Marcel sighs and looks away before speaking, “You want justice? Well, that's a lot more than they offered me, but sure, sure. Let's have justice.”

An angry vampire mob is plundering the compound. Rebekah was looking at what they’ve been doing before she called Klaus.

- “Nik, it's me. There's an army of your sirelines eager for blood. Marcel has them set to tear apart the city to find you, but after a brief chat, he's considered an alternative. Though I think it might be worse. He wants you to come back here and stand trial for your sins.” Rebekah tells him.

- “Before a jury of those who hate me the most? Like hell I will.” Klaus scoffed.

- “If you don't, this mob will hunt you down. And given their current frenzy, I can't imagine they'll show any mercy to you or anyone standing in their way.” Rebekah explained.

Klaus hangs up and goes back to Lucien's living room, where he explains to Elijah, Hayley and Freya what Rebekah told him.

- “It's not a trial. This is suicide. Better get the hell out of the city.” Elijah advised.

- Suddenly Kol starts yelling, completely delirious, “No! Natali please! No, don't leave me!”

They all rush to Kol to hold him down and Elijah tried to calm him down.

- Freya walks towards Klaus, “There may be a way to save them.” she informed him quietly, watching her other two brothers suffering.

- “Then I will move the world to make it so.” Klaus responded immediately.

- “I need time.” Freya tells him stress-fully.

- “You think I should stand trial before that death-dealing mob?” Klaus questioned curiously.

- “Well, that's the easy part. In order to save your family, you need to come out of that trial alive.” Freya told him, giving him a significant look.

Klaus left and Freya started writing down a spell when Kol again suffered a delirium.

- “No! Don’t hurt her!” Kol shouted, unaware of reality.

- “Freya! It’s getting worse.” Hayley stated, trying to hold him down, “Calm down, calm down, okay? Natali is gone. She's gone.”

Suddenly Kol grabs Hayley’s neck and the moment she starts screaming Elijah flashes to them and pulls him away from her.

- “Brother! Calm yourself.” Elijah tells him, then turns to Hayley, “Are you okay?

- “Yeah, I'm fine.” Hayely assured him taking a deep breath.

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MIKAELSON COMPOUND

Marcel has just pointed out what Klaus did to the people he turned into vampires.

- Klaus rolled his eyes, because it really meant nothing to him than a plain review, “Yes yes yes, my sins were terrible indeed. But they taught the world to fear me, and that fear protected my family.”

- Marcel warningly pointed at him to stop, “Don't preach to me about family! I was your family once. Or so you said. And where did that get me?”

- “I could've left you nameless and alone, but I didn't. I took you and I made you all that you are.” Klaus told him.

- “I guess you made everyone here. Made us all in your image.” Marcel agrees, “Angry, paranoid, merciless. Why? Why even bother siring us? Were you afraid to be alone? Was that it? Did you want to make something so vile and disgusting, like you? In the end, the reason doesn't matter. You made us, you abandoned us, and anyone who dared stand up for themselves, you took away everything that we loved. Because that is what you do! And for that you must pay.”

The crowd was cheering and Klaus exchanged silent looks with Rebekah, their odds suddenly looking even worse than before.

- “Enough!” Rebekah shout cut through the cheering of the crowd, “You will not condemn my brother before I have had a chance to speak on his behalf.”

- Marcel laughed in plain amusement, “You want to speak? All right. Go ahead.”

- Rebekah eyed him wearily, “You accuse my brother of unjust retaliation. Of killing your loved ones. But how is he any different from any of you?” she directed for the crowd, “The strong fight to determine who is strongest, and my brother is strong! Yes, he fights for power, as do all of you. But his first instinct is to defend his blood, as you act to avenge yours. You say he is guilty, but I ask you, would anyone here do any less?”

- Marcel arched an eyebrow “That's your argument? All's fair, in defense of the family? Hmm. Thing is, Rebekah, I seem to recall he punished you, his sister, for no other reason than fear that you might love someone more than him.”

- Rebekah feels pain on her wrist from a skull mark and rubs it, before saying, “We have been together for a millennium. We were bound to have a few tiffs.”

- “Was it a "tiff' when he daggered you for loving me? Was that justice? Or when he exiled you from the Quarter? From your family? From me?” Marcel asks her.

- “Marcel, stop.” Rebekah says and looks at her wrist, seeing that her hex is burning and she starts to feel a bit dizzy. She knew that hex would soon take a full effect again.

- “You hate him.” Marcel moved towards her, unaware of her shifting emotions, “You hate him as much as anybody here, maybe even more, given how long he has made you suffer.”

- Suddenly, she seemed to change into a ripper vampire, but her eyes were still normal, “You know what, Marcel, you are right.”

- “Rebekah.” Klaus says seeing his sister has changed.

- But Rebekah ignores him and turns to the one side of the crowd, “You see, I haven't been entirely honest. Perhaps, it's time to tell the brutal truth about my dear brother Klaus Mikaelson.” she then turns to face her brother and giggles, and the crowd started to cheer once more as if they wanted more information. As soon as cheering began, it stopped and everyone's focus was now aimed at Rebekah as she continued speaking, “Yes he is my brother, and I have loved him through the ages. But no one has felt the blunt end of his ire more than I. He claims that his actions are in defense of his family, but he lies!”

- “Rebekah, you're not well! The curse has poisoned your mind.” Klaus cut in.

- “Let her speak!” Marcel shushed him.

- “Yes Nik, I would like to speak.” Rebekah nodded, “Although, when I speak out of turn, I often end up with a dagger in my chest. You see, my brother, he cannot handle the brutal truth that he destroys everything he touches.” She violently pointed at Klaus, “You murdered our mother, and both of your fathers. You dagger your siblings and leave us in coffins for decades! You break our hearts, you forbid us from finding love, all because you can't find any love of your own. I am envious of all of you.” she lowered her finger and looked at the rest, “You have broken free from him. But I have had no such relief. Chained to him, not because of a sire link, but because of a foolish pact that we made to each other, when we were nothing more than children. What if he could suffer the way I have? The way that we all have!”

- Marcel was satisfied to see that Rebekah had come to her senses, “Well.. I think we've heard enough. Have you come to a decision? The crowd of Klaus' sirelines responded by chanting “kill him” over and over.

- “Enough!” This time it was Klaus to shout for silence among the crowd, “I'm disappointed in you, Marcellus. Using my poor, impaired sister to propagate your vitriol. It's hardly the mark of a true leader, wouldn't you say?”

- “Oh please, you want the last word? Take it.” Marcel gestured, “Then we can finish this.”

- And so, Klaus took his last chance with great determination, “Look at you. Outraged over the loss of Davina. She who routinely betrayed my family.” He jumps off the box and walks calmly to Marcel, “And in the end, defied even you. Perhaps.. you should have warned her what befalls those who cross me. Maybe.. what happened to her was your fault.” He walks away from Marcel towards the crowd, “No matter. Davina's death did help defeat Lucien, so I suppose you could say the little witch did finally prove herself to be of some minute worth. And as for you lot..” he glances at the crowd, “..yes.. I murdered your loved ones! I killed your harlot. I rid the world of your slum. And I freed you from your decrepit mother. So, what of it? Each and every one stands here today, because I willed it to be so. This mockery of a trial is allowed only because of me. And your very immortality is a gift.. from me. A debt that you can never repay. One that far offsets all my supposed crimes. I.. owe.. you.. nothing. So, go on! Kill me! I welcome the peace of death as a reprieve from this tedium. I will die suffering but a taste of the agony I have inflicted upon all of you. The scales remain in my favor. And in the end, you will all know that I won. You will remember me, Klaus Mikaelson.. your maker.”

- Suddenly Rebekah shouted, “Death is too good for him! You have the means to make him suffer. Let that be his fate!”

- The crowd agreed with her within the next minute, “Torture him! Torture him!”

- Marcel, too, seemed pleased with the results of the trial, “Justice.. for Klaus Mikaelson.. should be a fate worse than death.” he then revealed to own the old Papa Tunde's blade, “This blade is imbued with dark magic. It will cause unending agony. All the pain that we have felt at the hands of this man will pale in comparison to what he will soon feel for as long as I decide to let him live.”

Crowd started cheering again as Klaus was taken a hold by several of his sirelinks and he allowed himself to be.

- Marcel raised his blade, “For Davina, Diego, Thierry, Gia, and the boy I used to be. The one you once called your son.” he then drives the blade into Klaus who screams in agony.

Rebekah watched in all and then quickly walked away.

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LUCIEN'S PENTHOUSE

As soon as Rebekah, walked into the living room where they all have been, Hayley asked her, “Rebekah, is it over?”

- “Nik found a way to stay alive. Our plan worked.” Rebekah informed them, “Now it's up to you, Hayley. Make his sacrifice count.”

- “I will.” Hayley says.

- “We need to gather everyone around the table.” Freya tells them.

Elijah helped Kol to his feet and over to the table, where Freya and Rebekah were already sitting. A paper with all names of the siblings is on it. Freya’s chanting got louder and louder until the Mikaelson spirits are gone, and Hayley stands alone watching them lifeless.

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CHAMBRE DE CHASSE

- “Not exactly what I was expecting, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.” Kol says standing in a magical garden.

The Mikaelson siblings had clean clothing and their wounds were healed.

- “So, you like it? It's what I always dreamed of. A home away from the city. Just family.” Freya said happily.

- “So this creation, is it yours, or is it Niklaus'?” Elijah asked his sister.

- “We're linked to his life force by the same spell as aunt Dahlia used to keep me alive for a thousand years. I realized it was the only way. Put us in a deep sleep. Buy Hayley enough time to find cures for us all.” Freya informed them, in turn they gave her impressive glances.

- “Hence the Chambre de Chasse.” Elijah stated.

- “My little addition to the spell. In here, we can remain together until we wake.” Freya tells them.

- Rebekah was silently crying, “He knew. He had to be the anchor to your spell.” She looks at them, “He saved us.”

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