Didnât Know Where Else To Go.
Pairing: Mob Boss!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff and Angst
Warnings: violence, assault, death, mentions of smut at the end and curse words
Requested: Nope
The hero shows up at the villainâs doorstep one night. Theyâre shivering, bleeding, scared. Thereâs also a slightly dazed look in their eyes- they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as theyâre close to passing out, they mumble â...didnât know where else to go...â then collapse into the villainâs arms.
Summary: Sebastian Stan: a mobster boss. Everyone in the city hated him. When he meets Y/N, a new bartender at his favourite bar, she makes it clear that she also doesnât like him. What changes?
Authorâs Note: Hey peeps! The aforementioned prompt is something I read on Tumblr and really liked it. So I decided to write a fic loosely based on it. I hope you guys enjoy this! (This has been in my drafts for a long time, Iâm currently working on 2 requested fics)
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Sebastian POV:
"Boss, there is someone at the door."
"Send them in," I commanded, looking up from my book. The person who walked in with him was⊠instantly recognizable. My jaw droppedâ she had been crying. Her pupils were dilated, she was taking short, fast breaths and her voice was frail. "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't know where else to go."
With that, she did the most YA-Novel-Female-Protagonist thing she could doâ faint.
It all began 7 months ago. The person who was at the door was Y/N Y/L/N, a bartender at one of my favourite bars ever in the city. The thing is, when we first met, she hated me. Let me take you back 7 months.
Flashback:
I entered the bar, smirking when everyone turned to look at me. They looked away just as quickly, their voices becoming hushed. I looked around, stopping when I saw the bartender. Whoa, this was someone new and damn was she cute. Smiling, I walked over and sat down in front of her.
"Hey, wasâ oh. What will you like, sir?" I rolled my eyes at her. "Come on, why does everyone do the same thing? What is it about me?" I joked, winking. "Um, the fact that you're a fucking mobster and have been terrorizing the city for the past few years and would kill anyone if they question you? Uh, I don't know, actually," she snapped.
I froze. The woman seemed to really hate me. Here I was, thinking if I buttered her up enough she'd come home with me. I told her my order and looked away from her. "So, why here?" she asked me as she prepared my drink. "I really like this place, I've been here before loads of times. I don't plan to stop," I shrugged.
"Ugh, just my luck," she mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes in disgust. "Look, you don't have to be fucking rude, okay?" I retorted. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Shoot me? That's what you like to do, right? Kill people. Innocent people, let me be precise. No wonder everyone in the city except your goons hate you."
With that, she slammed my glass on the counter and stormed away from me, going to serve another customer. I was left staring at the glass, my figure shaking with repressed anger. She knew damn well I never laid hands on innocent people. No one in the city hated me.
Or did they?
The shaking stopped. What if she was right? I mean, she was much closer to the civilians than I was, what if they all hated me? "Uh, excuse me," I called out, hating how my voice cracked slightly. She glanced at me. "What do you want?"
"Answers."
"Ask the questions first," she huffed. "Does⊠does everyone really not like me?" I asked her. She stopped cleaning the glass, set it down and looked straight at me. "Yes. They don't like you. You're a mobster boss, dude! Have you seen films with mobster bosses? All of them, evil as hell. See how everyone in the bar became quiet when you came in?"
She had a point. "You know I would never lay a hand on innocent people," I defended myself, glaring at her. "Look, I'm sorry but we can never be too careful. What if you snap one day? What if you go rogue? Everyone lives in fear. They're afraid of you. And it's not like I can change everyone's mindset all at once."
"I guess you're right," I muttered, downing my drink in one go. "Hey, Mr Stan?" I looked up. "Y/N Y/L/N. I shouldn't have snapped at you," she apologized quietly, holding her hand out. "Doing this to get onto my good side?" I teased and she laughed.
"Come on, man! Doing this to show people you're not all you seem to be." I took her hand and shook it. "It's very nice to meet you, Y/N." She nodded and went back to cleaning the glasses. "Can I get one more drink?"
"I hope you didn't drive here."Â
"I came on foot, actually. My house is just down the block." She gasped, startling me. "Mr Stan, giving your address away to strangers? How irresponsible of you!" I couldn't help but laugh. "I guess I trust you to not do anything bad." I spent another 2 hours there, chatting with Y/N.
She was a really fun person to be around. She had completed her education but was searching for jobs. In the meanwhile, she had decided to work here.Â
By the time I was done drinking, I was too tipsy to even walk. "K, I'm goin'," I slurred, standing up. "Mr Stan, don'tâ oof," Y/N hissed as I fell off the chair in my intoxicated state. She rushed around the bar and helped me stand, wrapping her arms around my waist. "You can't walk in this state."
"I need to go home," I whined. "As it turns out, you've stayed long enough and now it's closing time. Let me get my coat." She dumped me on the chair and went to fetch her coat. I admired her from afar.Â
She wore a mini-skirt that was flirtatiously snug around her thick thighs and a tank top. When she wore the coat, it extended past the skirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and she was looking very sexy in the dim light. "Damn," I whispered under my breath, smirking.
When she returned, she helped me stand. I draped an arm around her shoulder and we stepped out of the bar. "Okay, which direction?" I pointed to the right and we proceeded to walk. "Have you ever gotten this drunk before? Because it's obvious you can't handle booze."
"Not really, I usually have to stay sober for my job. We need real intellectuals in the mob biz, you can't have drunk idiots running a mob," I laughed, finding it hard to keep myself upright. Shouldn't have drank so muchâŠ
"Right now, sir, you are a drunk idiot," Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes. "Thank you, I will take that as a compliment. Plus, you can just call me Sebastian, it's okay." She shook her head and silence fell between us. "Tell me when we're there," she spoke quietly as I felt a headache coming.
"Being drunk sucks," I pouted, "I'm not even having a good time! It hurts everywhereâ" "Probably because you fell off the chair." "âand my head hurts! I don't understand why people like to be so drunk." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"You are seriously reminding me of my ex-boyfriend. He couldn't handle drinks either and I always had to babysit him when he got back home drunk," she muttered. "You can babysit me anytime!" I said cheerfully. "You're drunk, Sebastian, stop flirting with me."
"But you're so cute."
"Thank you, that is very kind of you."
"And seâ we're here! That's my house!" She stopped in front of my house and rang the bell. "Is anyone at home or do I have to tuck you in?" she joked. "Nah, my best buddies and right-hand-men live with me. One's name is Chrisâ" Just at that moment, Chris opened the door.
"Whaâ Sebastian? Are you drunk?"
"Sorry sir, I didn't know he couldn't handle drinks. I'm Y/N Y/L/N, the new bartender at Red Tavern." With that, she passed me to Chris. "Thank you for bringing him home, Ms Y/L/N. It's not your fault he got intoxicated, he should've known when to stop. He didn't cause trouble, did he?"
"Oh no, of course not, sir. He's fun to be around," she commented, gesturing towards me. I grinned. "Please, he's really not, you don't have to lie. Anyway, thank you so much again! Do you want a lift home? I can ask Anthony to drive you home."Â
"That would be great, thanks. My house is in the opposite direction, it's a bit farâŠ"
"Absolutely no problem. Anthony!"Â
A few minutes later, my other friend, Anthony Mackie came downstairs, rubbing his eyes. "Yeahâ oh, Sebastian isâ damn." He tried to hold his laughter in. "Yeah. While I get him to his room, do you mind dropping her home? That's Y/N, she brought him home." Y/N waved at him.
"Of course, I don't mind. Thanks, Y/N, for taking care of our boss." She shook her head, waving her arms in dismissal. "Absolutely no worries, sir." They walked away, closing the door behind them. "She's cute, right?"
Chris blinked at me. "You have a crush on her!" he guffawed. "Duh, man. Did you even look at her? Girl was oozing sexiness," I smiled in fond memory. "Okay this got weird fast, I'm just gonna take you to bed." He got me to my room, placed me on the bed and left.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I passed out.
End Flashback.
"Y/N!" I yelled, jumping out of my seat to catch her in time. "Get a suite ready," I barked angrily at a few people, who immediately ran in fear. "And you, get me some water and a blanket." The person nodded shakily and ran out of the room. I picked Y/N up and carried her to the couch, laying her down. I sat next to her, checking her temperature.
Oh no, I needed a doctor. I took out my phone and called my personal practitioner but before I could speak, Y/N coughed. "Y/N," I whispered, cutting the call. "Sebastian, it hurts," she moaned. "Don't worry, doll, I'm calling my doctor. Stay here tonight."
"I don't have anywhere else to go." I froze. "Your house?" I asked. "That's⊠that's where I got attacked. I can't go back," she cried. "Wait, justâ just take rest, we'll talk when you're better. Get some sleep, I'm calling my doctor." I called him again, glancing at Y/N when she took my other hand and closed her eyes.Â
I chatted with him for five minutes; he said he'd take half-an-hour to get to my place. "Damn it," I grumbled, keeping my phone on the table. Just then, one of my servants returned with the glass of water and the blanket. I thanked her and she left the room, so it was just me and Y/N.
"Y/N, sweetie, can you please get up for me?" She opened her eyes. "What?" Oh God, she was getting weaker. "Have some water." As soon as I held the glass of water in front of her, she freaked out. Screaming, she pushed the glass out of my hand and it fell to the floor with a 'clang', the water spilling everywhere.
"No, no water, no⊠noâŠ" She sobbed, pulling at her hair. "Okay, okay, no water! No water! Y/N, calmâ" I grabbed her hands and clutched them in mine. She stopped sobbing; looked at our hands and then at my face. I brought her hands to my lips, softly kissing them. "No water. It's okay, Y/N, you're safe with me."
"Safe," she breathed heavily, "That's what he said to me before he poisoned me!" Who was he? Okay, she was getting insanely paranoid now⊠"I'm not like him, Y/N, I don't wanna hurt you," I whispered, looking straight into her eyes.
"Yes, you are! You both can't handle drinks!" she yelled, her tears beginning to flow once more. "Wait." My nostrils flared. Her ex-boyfriend, he harmed her? "Y/N, please, this is not good for your health, why don't you try to calm down? Breathe, baby girl, please," I pleaded.
She seemed to momentarily come to her senses. "SebastianâŠ" Without warning, she sat up and flung herself in my arms. And for once, I didn't mind holding her close. "You're okay with me. I'm not him. I am not going to harm you, Y/N, trust me," I mumbled into her hair, rubbing her back.
"I trusted him," she sobbed, "And he tried to kill me." This time, my anger won. I vowed to myself, if I don't kill her ex boyfriend in the next 24 hoursâ "I am nothing like him. We may have one shared trait," I rolled my eyes at its stupidity, "But I am nothing like him. For once, I wouldn't harm you even in my dreams."
Her sobs started to subside. "That's it, doll, don't cry. I'll keep you safe. Even if I die trying, I'll let no harm come to you." For 7 long months, I missed her. I missed her a bit too much. Every waking moment of mine was spent thinking about the beautiful bartender.
She was in my dreams. She was constantly on my mind. I longed for the moment when I could meet her again and ask her out. Alas, that time never came.Â
A week after we met, I had to go to Romania for some important work. I spent three months there and when I was back, Y/N was no longer working at the bar. She found a new job and I had no way of locating her anywhere.
I knew Anthony dropped her home that one time but when I asked him, he told me she had asked him to drop him off somewhere else. From there, he said, she was going to walk alone. He offered to drop her home again, but she refused. Having no choice, he returned without knowing where she lived.
That resulted in me not knowing where she was. I was heartbroken and told myself to stop thinking about her. I became more and more engaged in work, I became moody, temperamental and cold-hearted. Everyone started fearing me more now.
And I finally saw what Y/N meant.
What if you snap one day?
That day was closer than I thought. Even though I became a much more accomplished mobster, there was one thing I couldn't do even if I triedâ forget about the love of my life.Â
"Seb, it hurts." I was brought back to the real world. "What hurts, baby girl?" I whispered, pulling her closer. "Head. Stomach. Legs. Arms. Heart." I smiled sadly at the last word. "I'll help you heal, Y/N, you don't have to go anywhere until you're better." She nuzzled into my neck. "I'd like that."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called out, it was probably the doctor. Sure enough...
"Mr Stan? Oh, you have a guest." I tried to shift to make space for the doctor, but Y/N whimpered. "It's okay, Mr Stan, she clearly feels safer with you here." I placed Y/N on my lap, covering her with the blanket. "This is my friend, Y/N," I spoke fondly, though I really wanted to add 'girl' in front of 'friend'.
"Nice to meet you, dear, I am Dr Greenwood." With my help, he quickly ran some tests on her. "Hm, she has a fever, her heart rate is very fast and that's not good. Is there any other problem you're facing?" She nodded. "Headache and stomach ache."
"She claims to be poisoned," I added. "Oh dear me! I need to run a blood test, will you be so kind as to extend your right arm?" She did as he told her and he quickly took some blood. "Will she be fine?" I asked worriedly.Â
"Well, she seems to be doing okay currently, which means the poison hasn't affected her yet. How about I get back to you by the morning? Just keep an eye on her and if something happens, bring her to the hospital."
"Okay, doc. Thank you." He nodded and got up. "Bye!" Y/N called out weakly; he smiled at her and left, closing the door behind him. "You've got to tell me everything, doll," I whispered, putting her down on the couch. She lay down and I sat on the floor near her head.
"Okay, I will tell you. It was a few hours ago," she began quietly, "I was at home, watching the seventh season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine when someone rang the bell. When I opened the door, my ex burst into the room forcefully. He pushed me."
My breathing sped up. "He pushed you? How dare that assholeâ"
"Let me finish?"
"Go ahead, love, I'm sorry."
"Right, so he was very very drunk. And he was talking about how I broke his heart by breaking up with him and how he was so mad at me that he wanted to kill me. In front of me, he popped open the bottle of beer with him and poured an entire bottle of poison in it! An entire bottle! Then he attacked me and pinned me to the couch, forcing me to drink the poisoned beer."
"How did you escape?" I whispered. "By kicking him in the balls. Unfortunately, I ended up gulping down a sip and panicked. Seeing no other choice, I pushed him as hard as I could and he collided with the table. He hurt himself and became unconscious. I ran out of the house to the first place I could think ofâ here."
"I'm glad you came to me, Y/N, you'll be perfectly safe here. Our security is top-notch," I chuckled. She smiled, too. "Where are Chris and Anthony?" she noticed. "They're in Romania. They decided to stay back."
"Wait, that's where you were this whole time? You didn't come to the bar again and until then, I found another job so I quit. I thought you would never come back. I missed you a lot," she pouted. "I missed you, too. I was actually in Romania for 3 months and when I came back, I couldn't find you. I didn't even know where you lived, I didn't know where to look."
"What matters is now we're back together again!" she squealed. "You should rest for a while," I muttered, running my fingers through her hair. I checked the time, it was almost 2 am. Laughing when she yawned, I sat up. "I guess I should."
"Come, I'll take you to your room." I stood up with Y/N still in my arms. "I don't wanna be alone," she worriedly spoke, "What if he's awake and comes looking for me and finds me here?"Â
"No one is finding you here," I sighed, "I'll stay with you, okay? Just tell me your address." Without thinking, she narrated her entire address and looked up at me with sleep-hooded eyes. I walked into the suite my people had readied for her and placed her down on the bed.
"I'm right here, just relax and try to sleep," I crooned, running my fingers through her hair. She immediately closed her eyes, which relieved me because she was listening now. When her soft snores filled the room, I heaved a breath and got up. Covering her with a blanket, I left the room, quietly closing the door behind me.
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"This is the place," I spoke to myself, stopping my car under the building. I got out and entered, taking the elevator to the sixth floor where she lived. When I reached her apartment, I noticed that the door was still open. I walked in, my gun ready as I looked around the place. Wow, Y/N maintained this place well.
I searched every room thoroughly, starting with the living room, then the kitchen and then the two bedrooms. Shit, did the asshole leave? Y/N told me she left him in the living room. I was about to leave when I heard belching coming from one of the bathrooms. I opened the door to the one closest to me, only to see someone puking in the toilet.
"Ew," I whispered and he looked up. "What the fuckâ" He flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth with the toilet paper, "âare you doing here?" I realized he was still under the effects of heavy drinking. "Y/N told me everything," I sneered, hiding my gun behind my back.
"She knows you? Pfft, I knew she was a whore, why would she leave me for a goddamn mobster? Everyone in the city hates you," he jeered back. "Um, why don't you consider this? You're an abusive and possessive asshole and Y/N left you because you obviously were treating her badly?" I snapped.
"Don't get smart with me," he snarled, taking out a knife from his back pocket. "Oh," he snorted when I glanced at the knife, "Yes, I came prepared to cut that bitch up if she tried to fight back." The language he was using to describe Y/N was getting to me now.
"Enough!" I stated firmly, so firmly that even he paused. "I will not have you talking about Y/N like this, you are crossing a line." He returned to laughing. "Care too much about one of your sluts? What is she, your girlfriend?" Okay, he didn't have to rub it inâŠ
"I saidâ'' I whipped out the gun and pointed it at him, "âenough. If you don't stop badmouthing Y/Nâ" He interrupted me again by laughing. "Of course, you're gonna shoot me. You like to murder innocent people, that's all you are! A bloody, fucking cold-hearted murderer! Y/N would never leave me for a guy like you! She is your slut!" he spat.
"Are you listening to yourself?! You tried to fucking kill Y/N because she couldn't put up with your abusive ways and your disturbing habits! I do not kill innocent people and I don't plan on killing them ever," I growled, "However, I do make exceptions for abusive boyfriends who treat my friend wrong!"Â
With that, before he could retort, I fired three bullets at him. All three hit him in the chest and I watched as he fell against the floor, instantly dead. Some of his blood sprayed on my clothes and face, which made me scrunch up my face in disgust. But as I watched his lifeless body on the floor, a smile bloomed on my face.Â
Y/N was safe.
I checked myself in the bathroom mirror, washed my face and decided to go back. But before I could, I realized that Y/N would be spending some time with me and would need her necessities. So before leaving, I packed two full-sized travel bags with her clothes, electronics, footwears, toiletries and sanitation products; anything I deemed necessary for day-to-day living.
Soon, I left the apartment with the bags to go back to Y/N.
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"Seb?"
I looked up from my book as Y/N sat up, yawning and clutching her head. "Y/N, the results came back, you're going to be fine," I told her happily, sitting down next to her. "Really?" A smile bloomed on her face. "Yes! Dr Greenwood said you didn't swallow too much poison and that you will most likely excrete the amount you swallowed." She nodded.
"That's great news! I'm glad he brought one of those cheap poisons instead of the deadly ones," she giggled. Just his mention made my temper snap. "Oh, don't even talk about that jerk," I snarled, "I took care of him last night and now he won't be bothering you anymore."
She blinked at me. "You killed him, didn't you?" she deadpanned and I blushed. "I meanâ I didn'tâ" I stammered but gave up when she raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I killed him," I muttered, looking at my lap. When she placed her hand on my cheek, I turned to look. "I'm not mad at you. Bitch had it coming."
I burst out laughing at her word choice, which made her smile, too. All of a sudden, she leaped up and wrapped her arms around my neck, catching my lips in a kiss. I stopped laughing and put my arms around her waist, kissing back. Had this just happened? Was she kissing me?
"I love you, Sebastian," she murmured upon pulling away, straddling my lap. I kept the book away and pulled her closer. "Really? I love you, too." She snorted. "Kinda obvious, you killed a man for me. I wasn't going to make a move on you but now I'm sure."
"Hm, my intelligent sweetheart," I grinned, leaning forward to kiss her again. The problem was solved and all was well. "What are your plans for the day?" she asked me, trailing a finger down my face, jaw, neck and chest. "Hm, don't have any," I smirked, pulling her closer.
"Wanna stay and⊠have some fun?"
"Boy, do I?"
Y/N laughed loudly as I flipped us over, laying down on top of her. Her laughs soon transitioned into moans as I attacked her neck and jaw with kisses.
We did have fun.
A lot of it.
A bit too much of it.
But who cares?
I was finally with the love of my life and everything was good.
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ask Two for the angst ones this time: 13 for raini, 5 (possibly will be pertinent come the end of this minicampaign) & 29 (she literally has Any Weapon w/ her pact so it's fititng) for ayen, 7 & 10 (hehe I know there's trauma in this one) for cog, and then mix and match 4, 17, 18 between Caspian, Ryker, and Brilliance bc I don't know them as well and I would Like To
My life is just below readmores now, I guess. Will I ever learn to shut the fuck up? No! And that is a promiseÂ
Raini
13. What does it take to make your character cry?
Oh boy. Raini definitely isnât a big crier, because she a) doesnât really let herself get to that point and b) hard pivots into âangryâ over âupsetâ and she isnât an angry crier. Sheâs cried twice in game so far, and probably not many times before that. In both in game cases -and likely the always alluded to but never seen âbefore timesâ- the catalyst for her crying was being overwhelmed. In a good way, bad way, whatever, but thatâs the trigger. Just- Looking at something, not knowing what else to do but let yourself cry about it, and not seeing any reason to stop yourself.Â
(shfjsdjkfh the funny answer is: during sex. But can you IMAGINE jskdfskjdf)
Ayen
5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves?
Oh for sure. Without question. Not without guilt, in fairness, but without question. Sheâs pretty well adjusted, pretty âgo with the flowâ, but she did grow up in a pretty cutthroat world. She was spared from having to make those kinds of brutal decisions from a super young age by Shadow Mom, but she definitely saw the fallout of those choices and learned that, while itâs all well and good to do the ârightâ thing, itâs much more important to do the right thing for you. If that means condemning some stranger to die so you and yours donât have to? So be it. Better people have done worse, because thatâs sometimes just how things go.Â
Iâll be honest! This character decision was a completely on the fly one when we were having that debate in the library about what we should do with the information we learned in the library. But I stand by it. In character, Ayen 1000% sees whateverâs going on as Not Her Business. Itâs fucked up, sure! But, you know. Not her monkeys, not her circus.Â
29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most?
Bro I love that Ayen doesnât have A Specific Weapon SO much. Especially because Pact of the Blade specifically makes it so that, whatever weapon she summons, sheâs proficient in while wielding it. So she sees somebody using a weapon, goes âoh! cool!â and summons it herself, and then just. Intuitively knows how to use is. How fucking funny is that conceptually??Â
Her go to if things are serious or she doesnât have time to pick something obscure is a longsword. Dad uses a greatsword, and a longsword is pretty close to that! Image how cool they looked fighting off assholes, back to back, with two bigass swords? Is that the only reason itâs her favorite? No of course not!!!! That would- that would be silly. And childish. Swords are just cool is all.Â
She hasnât used any in game, but I think she honestly just doesnât like any kind of polearm. Itâs like, is it technically safer to be a little further from your enemy? Sure. Does it give you a small tactical advantage? Maybe so. But theyâre so uglyyyy and they look weird and you have to use both hands and the balance is weird and >:( Spears can stay because you can throw them but youâre on thin fucking ice.
Cog
7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why?
Thank GOD Alex I wanted this one for Cog SO bad!!! Valentine WastelandGame! If you can read this! Youâre a dead motherfucker!! This is for a variety of reasons including but not limited to:
- Is responsible for the deaths of at least 3 separate world leaders! Uh oh!Â
- Asked for my blood one time! To do Science on! Not cool!
- Ace doesnât like him. Enough said.Â
- Called Ace âhotheadedâ and âbrutishâ keep his NAME out of your MOUTH
- Is fucking Maeloâs ex I think? Honestly I lost that plot on that one a little bit
- Keeps taking Sunny on dates! Weâre protective and Jealous?? Hard to say! We donât have time to unpack this one letâs keep moving
- Is convinced aliens exist? And are coming to attack the world? OKAYÂ
- Talks in fucking circles about philosophy and the greater meaning of âgoodâ and âevilâ in the context of the world. Like, no sir! Good is when you help people and evil is when you kill them! Except unless itâs me killing you which is going to happen because I can cast Finger of Death now and you better believe that spell has your fucking name on it. Freak boy.
- Just like. Eats straight raw steak. Not Evil but really weird and probably not great for you?
- Overall just a very bad slimy manipulative and stinky dude. 0/10 Iâm gonna put an arcane bullet in his skull.
Like. Everything Valentine does, everything she learns about him, convinces Cog more and more that the world would be a better, safer place if he wasnât allowed to exist in it anymore. She was kinda neutral on the guy until he gave his grand speech in Cormir about how the only way to save the world is to âconquer and subdue itâ and tried to talk her in circles enough that she had to agree with him or seem like a hypocrite. Since then, itâs been a slow creep from âI donât trust this man and donât want to work with him again, even if it makes our lives harderâ to âheâs dangerous and needs to be stoppedâ to â...if given the opportunity, I would kill him myselfâ. And now that she has our new friend the Shadow Demon whispering in her ear, telling her that âthe world will tremble and change before herâ and that she should âstride boldly, and fear not the consequences that may followâ honestly? The next time we see Valentine, he might be in trouble!Â
10. What were the characterâs parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character?
Oh, is there trauma in this one? Is there? Alex? Is there? Maybe so!!
Weâre gonna talk about Cogâs dad first, because heâs a) still alive and b) I KNOW youâre fishing for more mom angst. Cogâs dad name is Conrad Grace! Heâs the head of Lafarohâs town guard, whatever that means for a town of maybe a hundred people. I feel like his day to day really consists more of making rounds to check on people than dealing with criminals, although he likely has to break up the occasional disagreement or toss somebody in the drunk tank for the night. Heâs also in charge of making sure the Guardians -the gods that live deep in the swamp outside Lafaroh and protect the town in exchange for food, building supplies, the occasional corpse, and other resources- get their offerings (This is Important, because he does Stop doing that soon). He married into he Grace family (thatâs RIGHT he took his wifeâs last name because itâs 2021 and heâs Woke not because her family like runs the town okay moving on), initially because I genuinely believe he fell in love! They were probably pretty young, because Lafaroh is very much a Deep South Swamp Town Analogue, but I donât think it was just a social power move. The most important Conrad fact? He told Cog that he became disillusioned with the Church when she left home, because he couldnât imagine continuing to support something he could now see had so clearly been hurting her. And I, Rebekah, a homosexual who has had Words with my Christian parents about the way their religion has hurt me? OH buddy we were a little bit of a mess about it. DM Ryan! Donât you know Iâm projecting!! Please be more careful! (Editorâs Note: This is the moment that made me realize I was projecting. Whoopso!!)
Cogâs mom name is Charlotte Grace Sr. because, I guess, weâre freaks. I hate that this makes Cog technically a junior because the thought of anyone calling her Charlotte Jr. makes me break out in hives, but it is, technically, correct. The distinction while Cog was growing up was, instead, âCharlotteâ and âCharlotte Oliviaâ because, again, weâre southern as hell. Charlotte Sr. is, unsurprisingly, the head of Lafarohâs church, which means she very much has more actual power than her husband does. She did love Cog, I think, but in a way that very much more felt like someone guarding an investment than raising a child, especially when Cog became a teenager. She had high, exacting expectations, and grew more distant from Cog the older she got. Whether this was an unintentional side-effect of Charlotte Sr. becoming more engrossed in the preparations necessary to allow Cog to become the âConduitâ, or whether it was a purposeful decision because she knew she would lose her daughter and wanted the sacrifice to hurt less is unclear. Cogâs dad is kinda just a dude, but we KNOW this bitch has mommy issues.
I also think an important distinction to draw between the two is that while Iâm willing to give Conrad the benefit of the doubt and say that he may have just wanted Cog to stay in Lafaroh when they party returned because he was worried about his daughter and wanted her home, Charlotte Sr. wanted Cog there because it was Where She Was Supposed To Be, because she had a destiny to fulfill. More than that, when Charlotte Sr. found out that Conrad had stopped sending supplies to the Guardians when Cog left and had instead been selling them to Bandits to get money to rebuild the town, she was not nearly so understanding. She accused him of heresy, and ordered for him to be, uh. Flayed alive. Which wasnât great. Itâs what got her killed ultimately; Cog had to choose between her parents, and after watching her Mama summon a shadow demon that very nearly choked the life out of Sunny? It was a choice with only one possible outcome.Â
Caspian
18. Would society call your character a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are?
Caspian is. Caspian is Just a person. Like she is just out here doing her best, trying not to get killed by, idk. Pirates or ghosts or w/e. This is an endeavor that, statistically, could be going a lot better.Â
I think the more interesting angle to look at this question from is the fact that sheâs a monk from a well known monastery, and that thereâs Expectations on how she conducts herself in the world as a result of that. She is Just A Person, but thatâs not good enough. Not when sheâs running around wearing Pelorâs holy symbol, representing his monastery, reflecting on him. For a long time, I think Caspian resented the expectation that put on her! Why canât she just be a kid? Just a person? She didnât ask to be raised by these monks in this kind of life. But when she left home and realized how suddenly lonely she was, there were quiet, sad moments it was easy to soften with prayer. Rekindling her relationship with her god was her way of staying connected to home, and I think it also made her want to go from being Just a Person to actually wanting to take pride in being a Good Person.Â
And then her campaign lasted for two fucking seconds lmao so it didnât even matter hahah! :)
Ryker
4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?
YEAH BOY rye-bread got his SHIT handed to him lmaoooo
His whole âwhy are you adventuring?â deal is that he fell in love with the noblewoman he was hired to escort across the country to her betrothedâs estate, and she played him like a fucking fiddle and convinced him -after her wedding, after she was pregnant with her husbandâs first child and therefore heir- that she was in love with him too. But of course, because she was married, her husband would never let them be happy together. She talked Ryker into killing her husband, and promised to meet him the night he did it with horses and supplies for both of them. Anyone reading along at home with even a shred of common sense probably just said, âuh oh!â And uh oh indeed; she fully sold his ass out. Thereâs something emotionally devastating about slipping out of the bedroom of the man you just killed, his blood still on your hands, to find the woman you love standing between two enormous guards, but I canât quite put my finger on what.Â
Ryker figured out her plan in the following days he spent in a cell, awaiting execution. She didnât love her husband, but by playing the role of grieving widow and anxious mother-to-be she could ingratiate herself with his family enough to be allowed to take control of the estate while her son, the true heir, grew up to run it. It was cruel, and clean, and if Ryker hadnât managed to escape it would have gone off without a hitch.
BrillianceÂ
17. Is your character afraid of death? Why/why not?
Brilliance isnât afraid of death, sheâs afraid for what sheâd leave behind. One of the songs on her playlist really leans into this (and Iâm very excited to be posting her playlist soon! Stay tuned!), because she is terrified of what her death might do to Sienna. She never planned to become an adventurer, much less travel to the Hells to try and save an entire city. She was content, more than content, to guard Suneâs church, to help the people that came seeking her goddessâ blessing and guidance. When her city faced a sudden influx of refugees from Elturel after its destruction, she was even happy to volunteer to help the Flaming Fist keep order and root out would-be troublemakers. She never meant to get caught up in a job that would take her out of her home city, much less out of her home plane entirely. Every fight she got into in Hell, every time it seemed like she may be staring down something that might kill her, Brilliance had to swallow down the overwhelming guilt of knowing that if she died here Sienna would never know what happened to her. The image of Sienna, worried and pacing, looking toward the door to their apartment every time there was so much as a whisper in the hallway, desperate for any sign that Brilliance had come home-- It wasnât delusions of self-importance or self-preservation that had Brilliance taking Glasyaâs deal to save her from the narzugonâs clutches; it was the image of Sienna collapsing onto their bed and sobbing because she finally admitted to herself that Brilliance was never coming home.
Still. Sienna needs her, but her party needs her too. Theyâre counting on her to be there for them, to take the big hits that they canât handle. First one in, last one out; she doesnât leave until everyone else is safe. She wants to survive, she wants to go home and marry the woman she loves, but she couldnât live with herself if she did it at the cost of the life of someone who was depending on her. Brilliance isnât afraid of death; she would die for her party members, even the ones she doesnât particularly like. She just knows exactly what the cost of her death would be.Â
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Club Love
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I'm real nervous about posting this but hi! This will be multi chaptered & I promise Wonho appears in the next chapter! It's very loosely based on my own experiences hah!
The only warning for now is for profanity I guess, that may change in the future...
This will be cross posted on Ao3 as well
That's it I guess! Hope you enjoy ~âĄ
"I really don't wanna go to a club this is not my type of thing..." You said with an edge of exasperation seeping through the phone, as you lay in your bed refusing to get up.
"Oh come on (Y/N), we're in freaking Japan you can't just hole yourself up in your room all the time." Your friend Amber replied with a whine in her tone. "You gotta let loose and have some fun sometimes, pull that stick out of your ass for god sake."
"I don't have a stick up my ass, fuck you Amber. I just don't see the appeal of being in a crowded room with the music blasting and being pushed around by a bunch sweaty people. Also, some of us haven't taken 3 semesters of Japanese, it's not like I can even flirt with anyone." You answered a bit sulkily. You were studying abroad in Japan for the semester, and even though you tried to teach yourself as much Japanese as possible before coming, the University you attended until now didn't offer Japanese courses like Amber's did, so you never got a formal Japanese education.
"Flirting has no language just come on it'll be fun!" She begged.
"Alright fine," you answered with a defeated tone, "But I'm gonna have to be drunk for this or it's not gonna happen."
"Of course! Hurry up and get ready, we'll take the train to Shibuya and stop at a Sev and pregame with some Strong Zeros. Meet me downstairs at 11." She blurted excitedly.
"What the hell am I even suppo-" you started before you heard a click indicating that Amber had hung up the phone. You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked at the time, 22:37, before groaning and rolling over onto your stomach and burying your face into the pillow and sighing loudly.
After a minute or 2 you pulled yourself out of bed and walked over to the dresser and began looking for something to wear. You scrutinized your closet for a few more minutes before purposely ignoring your more risqué outfits and settling on a thin cropped black sweater with shoulder cut outs and simple but tight, high-waisted white washed blue jeans. You quickly threw on the outfit then walked over to your bed and sat on the floor, eyeing the few pairs of shoes you brought before deciding against the heels and putting on a simple pair of black flats. You then walked over to the mirror and looked at yourself, debating whether or not it was worth it to put makeup on, before simply applying eyeliner and mascara and being done with it. As you were grabbing your bag and throwing your wallet in it, being sure that your resident's card was in it in case the police decided to stop you since your University threatened they would, Amber was sending text after text telling you to hurry out. You responded quickly telling her to "calm her tits" you grabbed your badge to get back in the dorm and your passmo for the subway and left your room.
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You, Amber, and another mutual friend Jules, were precariously sitting on a guard rail on the side of the road right next to Seven Eleven, each of you nursing your third strong zero and most certainly feeling a rather strong buzz at this point, arguing about the alcohol content of the regular cans versus the larger cans.
"Dude, that doesn't even make sense." You argued squinting at Amber and pointing a finger in her direction.
"How does it not make sense?" She questioned right back, "If I'm drinking a tall strong zero, it's like drinking 2 regular strong zeros and therefore has an 18% alcohol content."
"Are you stupid?" Jules jabbed at Amber. "Both the regular and tall strong zeros are labeled as 9% alcohol, which means drinking 2 small ones will get you more drunk than one tall one."
"That still sounds wrong to me..." you replied hesitantly, because for some reason Jules' argument was swaying you when you knew if you hadn't been drinking at all, you wouldn't have given it a second thought. "Either way I think the fact that we are having this conversation proves that we are well on our way to being drunk so we should chug the last of these and head to the club." You said before doing just that with the last of yours and cringing at the aftertaste. You really weren't a fan of grapefruit but it was the only flavor they had left at the Seven Eleven.
"Oh, someone's impatient considering I had to drag your ass here in the first place." Amber commented with a smirk before her and Jules finished their drinks as well.
"Don't let the alcohol get to your head. You couldn't drag me anywhere if you tried."
"Sure babe whatever helps you sleep at night." Jules replied with snark.
"You know, I'm feeling really attacked right now, maybe I should just go home." You replied sarcastically.
"And waste a perfectly good buzz? Nah, lets go." Amber answered as she got off the guard rail and you and Jules followed behind her, since she knew where the club was.
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"TADA!" Amber screeched. "Welcome to Camelot, AKA the best club in Shibuya!"
"How do you know it's the best club in Shibuya?" You asked sarcastically. "Have you been to every club here?"
"I know you're trying to be funny but I honestly probably have, you know I go clubbing on weekdays too."
"Yeah I know, because you always miss class the next day and ask me for notes. Honestly they can fail your ass for breaking the attendance policy."
"I'd like to see them try."
"Can y'all shut up so we can go inside?" Jules asked heading into the club and you and Amber continued to bicker as you followed behind her.
You all walked down the stairs to the front desk gave the attendent your residence cards to inspect and paid the 1500 yen entrance fee for the club. She gave all three of you 2 free drink tokens and permitted you to enter the club. The club had several small circular tables spread throughout where there were various people smoking and drinking. Straight ahead was the bar in which there was a small line of people waiting their turn to order drinks. Further to your right you analyzed the dance floor where there was a small crowd of people dancing and jumping up and down. There was a fog machine periodically adding more fog to the atmosphere and red green and blue flashing lights. At the very front of the dance floor there was a stage with a DJ hyping up the crowd. There were three platforms on the dance floor that only girls were permitted to dance on. No one explicity told you that, but you assumed that was the case when you saw security guards pull guys down from the platform if they attempted to get on them. The music was so loud you couldn't hear Amber trying to get your attention so she smacked your arm instead.
"Ow you bitch, what do you want?!" You asked loudly, trying to raise your voice over the music.
"Do you have 100 yen?" Amber questioned.
"Yeah, for what?"
"There are some lockers over there we can put our stuff in, it cost 300 yen for the night. I figure we could all just share one for 100 yen each."
"Sounds good to me! C'mon let's go." Jules shouted.
The three of you walked to the locker room, taking some money out of your bags before stuffing them in the locker and taking the key. Your friends left the key in your care since even though you were all a little drunk already, you were known to be the more responsible one. You all left the locker room and walked to the bar and used your first drink tokens. Amber and Jules got tequila sunrises while you just got whiskey on the rocks. Not the tastiest but hey, if you're gonna make it through this night you're gonna need to be much more drunk and it needs to be right now.
"Hey Y/N!" Jules shouted both her and Amber already finished with their drinks. "C'mon let's go dance on the podiums!"
"I'll meet you guys there! Lemme just finish my drink." You yelled back and the others nodded in agreement before running over to the podiums and jumping up on them, dancing like maniacs immediately. You sighed as you downed the rest of your whiskey, and shook off that familiar burn. You mumbled to yourself as you walked over to join them.
"God it's gonna be a long night..."
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Imagine that your bff is Charlie and you met the boys for the first time in a bar . Ever since that night you're head over heals in love with (Sam or Dean) and you don't know about the monsters the lurk around.
Sure, hope you like it!
The Talk
Pairing- DeanxReader. CharliexReader. SamWords number- 1400
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You donât even know why you thought it would be a great idea, going out with your stalker? What were you even thinking.
Here you were sitting in the bar with this dude that followed you around and lurked everywhere you went
Just amazing isnât it?Now he was talking about boring stuff and sure yeah, he was a nice guy. But you didnât want nice! You were done with nice. Nice guys donât let you have fun, nice guys are just so cliche and right now you wanted more. Sure thinking about it like that you sounded like a bitch but what could you possibly do?
The heart wants what the heart wants!
âSo, Y/n! What do you want to do afterwards in life?â Tyler asked you âHuh?â You asked unsure, you just wanted to get this date over with
A date in a cheap bar, with sluts and bimbos everywhere. Just want an opportunity to launch themselves at Tyler, not that you cared.
âIn life, get married have kids become a housewife!â He smiled and you cringed. Is that all he thought women could do? Sit at home and give birth?âOH MY GOD Y/N! Are you cheating on me? After everything we went through?â A green eyes man popped right next to your table, a very sexy and handsome might you addâUmm..I..â you were confused, that guy was a beauty, with his dirty blonde hair and the freckles that attacked his face, his candy apple green eyesYou were in a trance But you never saw the guy in your lifeâHOW COULD YOU?â He said angrily, banging his fist on the table, making Tyler jump a little âI was at home preparing for our three months anniversary and here you are with this asshole?â The stranger glared at Tyler, which made Tyler very uneasy.Tyler looked at you and the stranger, he coughed awkwardly âLook man, I think itâs a misunderstanding. I thought Y/n here was single!â Tyler pointed at you and you wanted to roll your eyes âI think I will just leave now, let you two sort it out?â Tyler said as he awkwardly got up and walked away
The stranger was now smirking, winking at you, he took Tylerâs seatâThat was a gift from your friend over there!â He said licking his lips as he pointed behind youYou turned back to see your best friend Charlie approaching you with a very, very tall man.He looked like ThorOr maybe betterThe man had long brown hair, and his eyes color you couldnât really say, you donât even think there is a color name for such a beautyâHope I didnât scare you!â The green eyed man chuckled, his voice was like a melody to your earsâNo..â you said awkwardly, not sure of what you should doCharlie slid in the seat next to you laughing, as the tall man sat next to the green eyes guyâYou are welcome!â Charlie laughedâCharlie!â You smiled hugging her âWhat the hell was that?â You said trying to look angryâI saved you from a clearly blind date!â Charlie said in her âduh!â ToneâHey, kiddo!â The green eyed spoke âit was me who basically saved her!â He smirkedâWhere are my manners!â Charlie laughed âY/n, this is Sam and this is Dean!â She introduced you âguys, this is Y/n! My best friend and second sister!â âNice meeting you Y/n!â Dean, the green eyed spokeâLike wise!â You said shylyâSo what were you doing on a date with that guy? You clearly looked uncomfortable!â Sam, the tall guy laughedâThat obvious, huh?â You smiledâWell I always told you, you suck a choosing men!â Charlie said as she grabbed your drink and drowned it in one goâYeah sure Charlie, her have my drink! No problem you are welcome!â You mumbled rolling your eyes, and you heard Dean chuckleFor some reason you were proud that you could make a man as sexy as him smile
âI like her!â Dean hummed to Charlie pointing at youâHey! She is off limits! Go find yourself a bimbo, Dean!â Charlie said protectively and you wanted to strangle her, here you were trying to get Deanâs attention and she was blowing up your chancesâI can defend my own self, thank you very much!â You glared at her and she smiledâFeisty!â Dean smirked and you blushed a littleâWhat are you doing here anyway?â You asked Charlie and for a moment you felt the three have a silent conversation between themâWork!â They all said together and you knew there was something off about themâReally!?â You said folding your hands in front of you âAnd what prey tell is the work?â You said looking between themâJust stuff!â Charlie shruggedâItâs confidential!â Sam said seriouslyâRight!â You scoffed âlast I heard, you were flying solo!â You said to CharlieâAnd smart!â Dean smirked againâWell mister, I hope whatever âworkâ you are doing, Charlie isnât in danger!â You said seriously âor else I will hunt you down and we will have a little chat!â You said meaning every wordCharlie laughed awkwardly âShe gets carried away!â She laughedâLast time you had âworkâ you broke your elbow!â You said annoyedâYeah, memories!â She laughed and Sam shook his head in disapproval.
You and the guys and Charlie sat there for the whole night, drinking and laughing.It was so great and everything was just so right. But the more you drank the more you wanted to jump on the table and kiss the hell out of Dean Winchester.
Around 2a.m Sam and Charlie called it a night and went back to their motel rooms and it was just you and Dean. And hell he was just tempting you more and more.
âYou know I could beat your ass in this game, Iâm just letting you win, out of my kind heart!â Dean said as he took his shot, missing the ball. Apprently you both thought playing pool while drunk is a good ideaâThatâs what you said the last two games!â You laughed âIâm just a gentleman, sweetheart!â Dean laughed and you wanted to record it, so that you could hear it anytime you liked
You dot know how you donât know when, but one thing lead to another and the next thing you know, you and Dean are stuffed into a bathroom stall and kissingYour legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth fierce and hot on your skin, sucking at it and leaving his mark, marking his property for the nightYour hands in his hair, tugging at it. And your head thrown back enjoying every second of it.
âLetâs take this to my room.â He moaned on your skin, and even though, you didnât want to move, the idea of what all he could do to you if he had extra place, was so tempting.You nodded at him, not trusting to use your own voice, right now.âMeet me outside, I will pay the bill and come.â He said and you hummed in response .
You got out of the bar, waiting near the car he described for you, it was cold and windy and you missed Deanâs touch.âY/n!â A familiar voice called and you turned towards itâTyler?â You asked confusedâI need to talk to you!â He said as he grabbed your hand.You tried to protest, tried pushing him away, but his grin was so hard on you. It like he had some kind of superpowers
Suddenly you found yourself in a dark alley and you were shoved into a wallâTyler, are you crazy!â You yelled at himHe closed the gap between you, animalistic sound escaped his mouth and you flinched backâI thought you would be an easy meal, no social life and a boring job. No one would miss you!â He growled at you âand then that ass shows up and now I have to wait an entire night to have my meal!ââWhat the hell are you saying!â You said annoyedSuddenly he opened his mouth very wide, and very pointed scary teeth erupted from his gumâWhat the fuck!?â You shivered, your eyes wideâIâm a vampire bitch!â He said as he launched himself at your neckA scream escaped your mouth but before you could feel any pain, Tylerâs head was rolling down the alley
There stood, the man of the hour. Dean Winchester with a machete in his hand, panting tiredly. Sam and Charlie behind him looking worried And you stood there eyes wide
âSo, that was awkward!â Charlie said sheepishly âWhat the fuck?â You said freaked out, looking at all the threeâSo which one of you is going to give her the talk?â Dean asked as he looked at you, licking his lips.
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