#what's wrong - a demon is possessing me when i sleep - huh! well that explains why you're not sleeping!

[fordanoia]

Gotham Falls [3/??]

My crossover fic between Gravity Falls and Batman: The Animated Series. ||  Fic Tag  ||  On AO3 / Fanfic  ||

Ch 3: Things Better Left Said     ||    Words: 4,100~     ||       CW: mild swearing, right out of the gate

No.

No, this was- this was bad. This was- shit.  Ford squeezed his hands around the journal, uncaring of the crumpling paper that he let fall out from around the book. Why had he even bothered to grab it- to hide the journal? To- no, no, that didn’t matter right now. He had to spend his mental resources wisely. What was he suppose to do now? What the HELL was he suppose to do now? Ford started pacing back and forth across the room. 

He barely even had a grip on reality at the moment. With all his thoughts flying around right now he was surrounded by a miasma of colors and lines trying to creep through his skin and eyes. He had to struggle for even common concepts to make sense right now.  Simple, think through the situation and lay everything out, organize his thoughts. But wouldn’t that just make it oh so easy for Him to- He quickly squashed the seize of panic. Right now, he needed to- he just had to figure out what to do.  He had… his brother. Alright, yes, good, Stanley was here. Stanley had actually willingly come along, and at the very least was not immediately possessed. Positive.  Stanley, as it turned out, was in a town with eccentric criminals. Negative.  The journal definitively needed to stay away from any eccentric people, criminals, especially. Thus, Stanley couldn’t simply take his journal back with him like Ford had originally thought and planned on.  … Not much to lay out. Alright, what did that leave him.  A journal he needed to hide. A brother in his living room. A city that Stanley couldn’t take the journal back to.... Bill, of course. Then himself, with only a little time that was already thinly stretched as it was.  He could tell how he was fraying away under the stress and distinct lack of sleep. He should have come up with a back up plan. Well, he had tried. The past weeks had been spent thinking, and coming up with very few options. Each infinitely more risky than calling for Stanley, which considering his extreme lack of knowledge about Stan’s situation meant a lot. He had assumed Stanley wouldn’t come because honestly why would he (why did he?)  ...He had though. Stanley had. He had actually come to the house. A good sign… Maybe Stanley would still take the journal and hide it…? It’d be risky, but better than hiding it himself. He had needed someone separate from Gravity Falls to hide the last journal. While he could do it himself he knew his own actions weren’t as secretive as he wished them to be.  Hiding it himself had been his ‘best’ back up plan. He was fairly certain that his travelling across several states would definitely not go unnoticed. Next along was something frankly dangerous, and he found himself just slightly worried the thought alone might not have come from himself. What better way to separate the journals than to put one in a wholly different dimension. Finally, there was taking the journals and- it- no, no, that was on the bottom rung of options, and not worth even considering right now. It was unnecessary, he could figure out something else. Besides, two were already hidden. He wasn’t going to unearth those now. Getting Stanley to take the journal even now was still the best option, but… but if some criminal got their hands on the material they could follow it back here and trouble would ensue. No… no, he’d just ask Stanley to take the journal and hide it on his way back, make a stop somewhere. Go off some lazy road in the middle of nowhere in a place nobody would even think to look.  A murky whisper made him jolt up slightly, going on edge. He swept a quick glance over the room. Nothing, of course. He always knew it was nothing he could see, but it still helped. Checking was the only thing that would throw off the feeling that something was with him, for the most part.  Alright, he decided to himself, he’d just tell Stanley to hide the journal along his way back. Just… give him the journal. Ford’s fingers flexed around the book instinctively. It’d be hidden; it’d be alright.

It’d be safe.

Give Stanley the journal and then he could sl- no. No, no, wrong, no, he still had more to do. He wouldn’t be able to rest yet, but soon, he just needed to hold off for a bit longer. You could take a nap, just five minutes would do wonders for your- "No.” He hissed aloud sharply, chastising himself. He physically shook his head, bringing the room back into focus, clutched with the journal at his chest, taking in a shaky breath. No, he hadn’t come all this way to just let himself fall back down like that without any safety precautions. He had a proper plan of action now, granted it fell off into vague obscurity after the point where Stan would leave, but he had something to do. Ford walked back to Stan, determined. He could hear footsteps, back and forth, and some quiet muttering. Whatever it was, both noises stopped before he could get close enough. When he came back to the room, Stan had his arms crossed over chest, leaning against the wall, and looked over to him.  “Stanley,” he started, taking a couple steps towards him, still maintaining several feet between them, “There's something I have to ask you to do.”  If Ford hadn’t been certain his senses were failing he’d say that Stanley had perked up, but why would he? There’d be no point, and his voice remained uncaring. “What’s that?”  He continued his approach, stepping forward carefully, and holding out his journal to Stan, just within his reach.  Stan pushed off from the wall and grabbed the journal, looking down at it for a moment.  For a moment, just a moment, Ford thought about back then. He mentally swept it back under the rug with a frown before it could fully surface though. “This journal has information that could lead to disaster. Take it with you.” He stepped back out of Stan’s range. “Hide it somewhere on your way back, somewhere safe. Bury it where no one will ever find it!”

 On your way back, he said.  On your way back, like it was no big deal. As if Stan hadn’t just driven hours and hours to get here just because he thought Ford was in serious trouble. As if, he was telling him to drop something off at a grocery store on his way home.  As if he wasn’t telling Stan to leave.  “That’s it?” Stan asked him, gripping onto the book.  Ford gave him a look, confused. “Stanley, that journal has to be hidden out of- out of Gravity Falls, far away!”  Stan scoffed. Of course, it did, didn’t it? Of course, it had to be far away from him, right? “You know, believe it or not, I actually came here to help you out of whatever mess you got tangled up in.”  “This is what I called you here to help with.” He replied pointing back to the book in his hands, getting upset. “You’re the only one that can take it, Stanley!”  “Fine! You want me to take it back when I go, right?” Stan waved the book in the air.  His brother scanned him over almost suspiciously at the question. “I want you to hide it in an obscure place on your way back to New Jersey, yes.”  “Then I will,” he said, crossing his arms, “after I make sure you’re not going to get killed or something once I skip town.”  Ford bristled at that, snapping. “Stanley! I need you to HIDE my journal. I don’t have a lot of options left!”  “Well, something tells me that your problems aren’t gonna end once I just shove this journal away somewhere, are they?”  “I’ll be able to handle them once I know that journal is somewhere hidden!”  “Then I’ll just make sure nobody gets to it while I’m here.” Stan said plainly. “Now, come on, tell me what’s going on here, Ford.”  “What’s going ON is that I’m running out of time and your attempt to ‘help’ is doing anything but that!!” He yelled at him wildly, pacing back off. “You don’t understand what I’m up against!”  Stan followed after him. “Then just TELL ME! You said you would explain once I got here, and guess what, I’m here!”  Ford half turned to look over his shoulder at Stan when he moved after him, equal parts irritated and on edge. “I didn’t say that!” However, even as he objected he looked uncertain, putting a hand to his head and thinking back. “No, I-I don’t remember that.” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t have promised that.”  “Ford,” he almost pleaded this time, “that wasn’t even a week ago. You weren’t-” he gestured at him, “you weren’t this bad on the phone. What happened?”  “Nothing happened,” he said, locking eyes with Stan.  Stan maintained the eye contact, and the two stared back at one another for a long moment. He let out a steady sigh through his nostrils. Ford simply looked back at him, clearly irritated. Even still though, he kept occasionally looking around the room, scanning it for some danger. What was he looking for?!

“Alright, listen,” Stan started calmly, “you know you look awful, right? Like... yeesh, I've had my fair share of seeing people in some bad spots. I’m talking rock bottom, and you still look terrible. I don't get what's going on.”

“What is there to ‘get,’ Stanley?” Ford asked coldly.

“Uh, why you look like a panicked animal that's ready to sprint.” Stan pointed out blatantly.

Ford didn't answer.

Stan sighed. “Okay, fine, don't tell me, but I know it's gotta be something around here.” He gave Ford another chance to speak up, but he didn't so Stan continued. “So, I'm not just leaving you here to deal with the blackmail or whatever it is that's got you so paranoid.” He took a breath, covertly gathering up courage to finish. “I'm getting out of this town and you're coming with me.”

“No, I'm not.” Ford refuted, taken aback.

“YEAH, you are. That or you're going to at least tell me what’s going on so I can help.”

“You can help by taking my journal and-”

“-And burying it in some hole or whatever, yeah, yeah. That seems really helpful, Ford.”

He scowled. “It is. You don't understand, Stanley!”

“You're right, I don't! Because YOU won't explain anything!! You were going to tell me something before you knew there were weirdos in the city I came from. It’s not like I go around talking to them or something!”

“Stanley! It doesn't matter if you associate with them or not, it's the environment! If someone finds this journal they could use it for terrible things, it needs to be hidden away from here. Somewhere where it won't be around dangerous people. Dangerous people that, mind you, may very well jump after anything that could help their ambitious crimes.”

“If it's so dangerous then why don't you just burn them?”

He faltered. “I’m not burning it!”

“Well then it can't be that dangerous!” Stan fired back, crossing his arms.

“Obviously, it IS!”

“Not if your dumb mysteries are more important to you.”

“It's a safety precaution. If I just HIDE the journals then it will be fine!”

“Fine! I'll hide your stupid journal then. We're still getting you out of here until whatever trouble you got yourself into settles down.”

“I'm not done in Gravity Falls! I have to-!” Ford stopped himself suddenly, biting down on his tongue, and pensively keeping silent.

Stan briefly waited for him to continue, patience wearing thin. He had thought he’d actually understand what was going on when he arrived, but honestly? Before he had had some ideas the kind of trouble Ford had gotten into and now he couldn’t even narrow down the options. “... What? Okay, what could be so important that you'd want to stick around when you're like this?!”

“You don't understand, Stan-”

“BECAUSE YOU WON’T TELL ME ANYTHING!” Stan shouted, frustrated. “How am I supposed to get whatever crazy mess you ended up in when all I know is that you want to hide your research which is SOMEHOW dangerous?!”

Ford took a calming breath. “Fine. Fine, you're right. I'm not giving you enough information for you to even begin to understand the situation.”

“Thank you.” Stan expectantly waited for an explanation, but Ford remained thin lipped. The two looked back at one another for a long moment. Stan frowned finally, expression darkening. “... You're seriously not going to tell me.”

“No, it's risky information.”

“Oh, right, okay. What am I going to do with it, Ford? Let's go with even a really bad case. Someone's interrogating me and they want information. They're not going to even know about you, much less whatever this all is. So, they're not gonna ask about you or even care about what’s going on over here. It's the other side of the country.”

Ford went quiet again, but this time he was in deep thought, very evidently internally debating something now. Stan waited, determined to not be the one to break the silence this time. Eventually, Ford started to talk, albeit a bit slowly, carefully picking his words. “I built an interdimensional portal, and it's too dangerous now. Someone with my research could activate it again and it could create a tear in reality that would lead to global disaster.” He looked at a wall, swallowing.

“Alright,” Stan started, calmed down significantly. Not a lot of information, but enough for him to at least partially understand the sort of danger Ford was going on about. “Why can't we just take down the portal and destroy whatever bits from this journal ya’d need for it.”

Ford shook his head slowly, not looking at him. “I can't do that.”

“Well, why not?” He genuinely questioned, with a shrug of his shoulders. “Seems easy enough to me.”

“It’s essential the research is taken care of first.”

It wasn’t that Ford couldn’t destroy it, he just didn’t want to. Stan breathed in deeply, feeling the irritation creep back in again. “You said end of the world, right?”

Ford nodded.

“End of the world.”

“Yes.”

Stan looked at him for a long moment and Ford finally met his gaze. “You could have already taken care of this whole thing if you’d just burned your research instead of hiding it. End of the world and you won’t just burn up a couple of papers.”

“If I just hide it then it won't be necessary to!” Ford defended himself.

“What's it matter if it's hidden where nobody will find it or burnt. It's gone either way, Sixer.”

“It matters to ME!” Ford snapped at him, then took a breath and looked aside. “I don't expect you to understand it.” He said cooly.

Stan ran his hands over his face. “No, I get it.” He said, a bit exasperated. “I get it perfectly fine, I just think it’s a little selfish that you think your research and nerd stuff is more important than literally the entire world.”

Ford shot him a look. “I would destroy it if it was necessary.” He insisted.

“Okay, okay, whatever, right?” He waved his hands placatingly. “We’ll hide your stupid research then. I don't know why you called me when you could have just used your fancy college money to go hide it yourself, but we’ll bury it somewhere far off.”

“I can't leave, not yet.” Ford said simply.

Stan groaned. None of this was going to be straightforward was it. “Why can't you leave?”

Again, Ford clammed up, but this time there was a distinct sliver of icy fear in the way he looked away.

Stan eyed the other up, taking note of that look in his eyes yet again. He sighed. “Seriously, what's going on? You just told me you made a doomsday machine, what's got you this bad?” His brother winced guiltily at the word use, but didn't comment on it. “Who’s got you so paranoid, Sixer?”

At that Ford, snapped his head over to look at him with a panicked look and froze.

Stan slowly put his hands up slightly, not sure what it was he had said... Never could just say the right thing, could he?

“How did you know that?” Ford asked stiffly.

“Know what?”

“‘Who.’” Ford said, leaning forward slightly, an accusing edge to his tone. He warily looked over Stan. “You asked who, I never mentioned anyone.”

Stan eased his hands down again. “Relax, okay. I can just tell. Nobody gets five locks on their door for bears, alright?” He gestured back towards the front door casually.

Ford glanced towards the doorway, and the tension in his stance went back out again as well as the manic glint in his eyes. “Oh…” He responded tiredly. It was... It was a sad moment. Not that Ford sounded sad. No, drained, sure, but definitely not sad.  The moment itself just struck him as sad, and maybe... a bit familiar. He slowly approached him to put a hand on his shoulder, watching Ford for anything, but he didn't seem to even notice the contact. The other still looked towards the front door barely in view. He pushed his fingers underneath his glasses to rub at his eyes.

“Look,” Stan started in a gentle voice, “I get it.” He put his free hand up to his own chest earnestly, before gesturing back to Ford. “You’re tired. You're thinking the moment you let your guard down something is going to happen, but you’ve got to get some sleep, Ford.”

Ford shook his head. “No, Stanley, you really don't get it. I have to stay awake.” Not even stubborn or upset, just like it was a matter of fact.

“Stanford, you can't keep yourself awake forever. At least take a nap.”

Ford put a hand up to his head, pushing the heel up against the hair. It took him a moment to respond. “I know. I know, but I'm not trying for forever. I just… Once I figure something out I'll be able to sleep, but I can't let myself fall asleep right now."

“What about this?” Stan suggested. “You go to sleep, and I'll stick by and keep watch. If I hear anything, I'll wake you right up. Or you can lock yourself into a room and I'll just make sure nobody breaks in.”

He shook his head. “If I was just worried about a simple break in I would have figured out a system to take naps.”

How long had he been awake...? Stan let out a breath, furrowing his eyebrows. “That's not why you're keeping awake.”

“No.”

“Then what is?”

Ford stayed silent, glancing around, as if for a plausible answer.

“Nightmares? Even if they're bad, you gotta sleep.”

He swallowed around a lump in his throat. “That's not it.” He mumbled.

“... Are you going to tell me?”

Ford stayed still and silent, not giving an indication either way for a long stretch before finally looking to him. “I don't know.”

Stan sighed, taking his hand off of Ford’s shoulder. Ford was going to drive himself right into the ground before Stan could even see what it was Ford was hiding from, much less actually help.

“I need to sleep,” Ford admitted slowly, not looking to Stan. He messed with the collared sleeve of his coat. “I just… I may…” His face scrunched up a bit, “sleepwalk.” It sounded like a very bad lie, and Ford himself obviously realized that even as he was saying it. He went on before Stan could say anything. “If you just kept watch to make sure I didn't go downstairs, then I could at least try to sleep.”

“You want me to keep you from going downstairs?” Stan asked slowly.

He nodded, “Or anywhere else.” He lead Stan back just enough to show him the door. Some big metallic door with enough doohickeys and continuously blinking lights that Stan really didn’t think it should just be called a door anymore.  “This is the only entrance to downstairs.” Ford told him, nodded his head towards it.

“Because you don't want to ‘sleepwalk.’” Stan said dubiously, crossing his arms. He just wanted another answer, something, he wanted something.  

Ford let out a breath, letting the air deflate out of him and avoiding eye contact. “I- I know, just- It might be safe enough for me to sleep if you do this.” He looked back at Stan again, keeping solid eye contact as he made his request, even pointing a finger out from his chest to him. “Don't let me downstairs or out of this house until you are absolutely certain I'm in my right mind.”

Stan started off with a bit of suspicion seasoned with understandable concern, but was quickly interrupted. “Why do-”

“And please don't ask me why or anything about this right now.” Ford’s voice cracked, as he squeezed his eyes shut. His hands gripped tightly onto the front of the coat keeping it closed. “I know it’s weird, Stanley. I realize what this probably looks like. If you'd just do this for me though then maybe I'll be rested enough that I won't have to worry about falling asleep while I figure something out.”

And... Stan could see the underlying desperation in the request. He didn't really know what this was suppose to look like. Weird, sure, but he couldn't understand what it was. Maybe he was suppose to see the whole thing as mentally unstable, but he had already been thinking that since he had come face to point with a crossbow. If anything the request was one of the few moments where Ford actually seemed most stable, vulnerable and maybe desperate, but close to what he'd been like on the phone. Which was a lot better than the shakily wound together bundle of paranoia and fear that was just a quick second from swinging a wooden bat into his face.

Stan put a hand on Ford’s arm, causing the other to jump slightly and open his eyes open up again. “Okay. I'll do it. No questions asked. ‘Sides, you aren't really gonna give me the best answers like this anyways.” Ford slumped a bit, looking relieved. “Come on,” Stan said, patting Ford’s arm, “let's go to your bedroom.”

His brother nodded his head and started to lead the way.

#gravity falls fic #crossover fic #i did not realize how much cursing was in this fic until i started doing these CWs #Brothers Arguing: Just Goddamn Talk To EAch Other GoDDAMN #but ohhhh if these two could just talk stuff would progress a LOT faster lemme tell you what #what's wrong - a demon is possessing me when i sleep - huh! well that explains why you're not sleeping! #bOOM BOOM - DO YOU SEE ??!??! BOYS DO YOU SEE HOW EASY IT COULD BE??? #/DO YOU SEE???????????????/ #Fic: Gotham Falls #my fics #my own #stangst #fricking going back over these chapters is a bit of a shock bc i'm actually writing them TALKING here #but in these early chapters hA - TALKING????? BETWEEN THESE SLEEP DEPRIVED AND IRRITATED BOYS? #got too many whammies against themselves here

[liamiya]

complex system: 34 for aib niragi?

quote: “Dude - did you really just throw salt at me? I’m not possessed!” 

author's note: im sorry for taking so long! This isn't very good but i tried my best 😭😭😭 imma re-do it later!

butterfly effect

Life at the Beach didn't seem too difficult for you. Your routine was pretty basic: you woke up, went to hang around the pool and came back to your room to sleep. Sometimes you were selected to go on games— other times you had to — but luck always walked next to you

But when he was close, everything seemed to go wrong.

Nigari wasn't someone that you actually clicked with. He was simply too crazy for you, his behavior was unstable. He behaved like a bomb that could explode at any time and destroy everyone around him.

That's why you simply hated to be on the same team as the man. Hatter was insane— he technically was — if he thought that sending you two on a game together was a good idea. But here you were, sitting next to him in a car, driving to the closest venue. You rather go on a game with the Cheshire, even if the blond gave you strange vibes, he was much better than Suguru.

When the small group you were in arrived at the game, you instantly sighed. Niragi quickly jumped out of the car, resting his rifle on his shoulder. You observed that his finger was dangerously close to the trigger and, from how Suguru was behaving, he was ready to shoot everyone that wasn't from the Beach.

You got out of the car and followed him and the others. It was cold, a breeze passed by and left goosebumps on your skin. Even with the big coat wrapped around your body, you felt the cool environment reaching your bones.

A loud fight started to erupt right in front of the instructions screen. You quickly stopped and watched it from afar, the two men were fighting about something on the table— handcuffs?

— Huh? What the fuck is this bullshit about handcuffing yourself to someone else?! – Nigari exclaimed and kicked one of the men that was now on the ground. — Do ya know anything about it?

— N-No, I don't know!

Your feet quickly moved and before you could see it, you were pulling on Suguru's sleeve. A soft "leave him alone please" left your lips. He turned his head around and his piercing eyes looked on yours. For a second, you thought you saw his face relaxing and softening, but his normal angry and condescending features quickly came back and he shrugged his shirt away from you, murmuring a "bitch" before walking away.

The screen behind you started to explain the game, but you couldn't care less about it. All you wanted to do was get over with it and come back to your room.

That until you heard the conditions for it to start.

— So we really have to handcuff yourselves to someone else? – You heard a girl murmur to her friend next to you.

Quickly, the people started to partner up, the clicks of the handcuffs and murmurs of people talking filling up the quiet night. You started to panic. Everyone around you had a partner already, even the new players managed to find someone. Come on, come on.

You reached out to grab a handcuff from the table, but a hand stopped you. Before you could pull away or even complain, one of the ends of that metallic restraint wrapped around your wrist, that specific click reverberated inside your ears.

Your head snapped up and you gasped, furrowing your eyebrows in a almost painful way.

— You? – Nigari could just laugh at your tone. — Why you did that? I was going to look for a partner! I don't want to do this shit with you–

Before you could keep on complaining and yelling, he pushed you against the wall. Some heads turned to both of you, but they quickly looked away – it seems like Nigari had already frightened some people.

— Look, everyone have partners, you would just be left out. Get your head out of your ass and deal with it, princess. – You almost could see venom dripping from his mouth and it made a shiver go down your spine.

You tried to push him away from you, but he barely moved a inch. His deep eyes looked at your lips, his tongue darted out to lick at his own, the tip of his piercing shining a little and catching your attention. He started to bend down, his lips getting closer... and closer... and closer–

The loud sound of metal doors unlocking made him back off from you. A surprised gasp left your lips as he harshly pulled you to enter one of them, dragging you away from the rest of the players.

He barely left you time to think. He turned a corner, walking to the corridor on the right. Then left and forward. You quickly noticed it was some sort of labyrinth, built specially to confuse and angry the duos.

— Do you know where you're going? This is a labyrinth, dumbass! – You screamed at him, trying your best to make him stop so both of you could think of a plan.

— Shut the fuck up, I know what I am– Fuck!

Before he could finish his sentence, a axe swinged from a opening that came out of nowhere and he jumped back. His body clashed on yours and you groaned, holding on his shirt so you wouldn't fall.

— See? You don't know what you're doing. – After you recovered your balance, you murmured and patted his shoulder. — Let me do my thing.

You started to guide both of you through the halls. Every time that you got a right turn and took you two even closer to a possible exit, Suguru growled more and more. You could easily mistake him for an angry animal that you insisted on taking as a pet. 

It didn’t take long for you two to find an exit. It was a white door with a “Victory” written in red paint over it. You wanted to believe it was right, but– It couldn’t be that easy. You stopped in your tracks while Nigari kept on walking. He started pulling you to the door, the handcuff slowly cutting the skin on your wrist.

— Nigari! Stop! – You yelled, but he only growled and kept on pulling you. — What if it’s a trap?!

He stopped. You crashed against his back and looked at him with confused eyes. He slowly turned to you, a wicked grin appearing on his lips. He got closer to your face and, in a crazy tone that made shivers go down your spine, murmured:

— Well, you will soon see if it’s a trap or nah.

Before you could even react, he pulled you forward harshly and opened the door, throwing you inside the room without a care or kindness. You fell on your knees and closed your eyes tightly. You were expecting to get shot, a eletric shock, the laser to come down and kill you. You were expecting pain.

You slowly opened your eyes. The only pain that you could feel was on your hands and your back from the harsh fall. Niragi clicked with his tongue and walked inside the room too, pulling you up so you could stand again.

— What a shame. – He murmured, his voice disappointed but with a different tone underneath it that you couldn't recognize. — I was hoping to see your head exploding or something.

Your mouth feel open and your eyebrows furrowed. He couldn't really mean that. You said that out loud and he simply chuckled, looking at you with a condescending and mean stare.

— You're a demon! – With your comment, his eyes turned dark, as if he was pleased to hear that coming from your mouth. He started to get closer and you stepped back, your other hand raising, as if that could stop him. — Stay the fuck away from me!

You two stayed in that approach-back off game until you hit a table. You looked next to you and saw a open bag of salt. Without thinking twice, you grabbed a handful of it and threw it right into his face.

— What the fuck?! – He yelled, doing his best to clean his eyes and mouth. — Did you really just throw salt at me? I'm not actually possessed!

You two started to bicker. You yellimg about how crazy he is, while he calls you of every single possible bad name you could think of.

Suddenly, he snapped and took to steps forward. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you against him, his lips kissing yours. You could taste the salt on them, but above everything else, you could feel how hungry he seemed for that kiss. He pulled away and smirked at you.

— Wanna try throwin' salt at me again?

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[persephones-bde]

Hihihi, is me :D. I present thee a prompt. So, any ship you wishhh. Person A meets the monster under their bed/in their closet, and Person B so happens to be this monster.

NATNAT!!! Hi my darling dear, I hope this suffices for your taste 💚

MARYA/HELENE

WC: 1252 words

This isn't stellar, but I loved this opportunity to be creative and explore some weird and funky world given I am really textbook with mine sjbsns so thank you nat!

*Warning: if you are someone who gets very paranoid, I advise reading with high caution*

Marya had, in her eyes, been an adult since she was ten years old. She'd done chores well before that- probably since she'd been old enough to know how to spell she'd been old enough to fold laundry. Marya had never known a childhood; she recalled the years of what they were supposed to be, but they were moreso overrun by obligations and babysitting than playing tag in the Park. It never bothered her because the words echoed in her ears every time someone commented on a TV show she had never seen. Marya recalled her father's hand on her shoulder while friends she'd loosely made played on the slide, "When you are older, Mar, you will be the one with a great job and à home that you love,"

At twenty-seven years old, she could not say the old man was wrong in the former. She wouldn't have said in the latter either. Until she began seeing the scratches, of course.

Scratches that dug into hardwood and that tore up furniture she hadnt even needed to buy and paint off the walls. "You know, I wouldn't have bought this house if the Real Estate Agent mentioned vandalism!" She shouted more out to the universe than anyone in particular, and she swore she heard it laughing back. Her parents may have taught her to cook, clean, file taxes-but they had never once taught her how to deal with what may as well have been a demon possessing her home.

Marya thought maybe she'd get used to it; for as well paying as her job was, drawing on money she didn't have to sell a home destroyed wasn't going to fare well. She didn't have that kind of wealth ready to throw around before she even reached the age of thirty. Doors were unlocked that had been checking multiple times, doors would slam, the list continued. Marya prétended it was a quirk more for her sanity than anything. Locks could be flimsy, couldn't they? Locks, however, did not explain the growling that came from her closet at night. She could not explain the soft glow that came through the shutters of her closet door. It did not explain the sound of nails scraping on wood. It did not explain her doorknob jingling in the middle of the night followed by inhuman roars. Marya had to pretend they didn't keep her up at night.

Marya did not have much of a childhood, but she did remember her peers words at that age. Kids crying over monsters under their bed always said if you pretended not to hear them they'd get bored. Marya never believed in monsters or demons. Maybe she never had the chance to open that door of creativity-maybe it was the isolation. Isolation. Being à little paranoid. All normal, adult things right?

But normal, adult things did not include the sound of loud, ferocious snarling followed by a bang on the closet door so loud she heard the door threaten to come off its hinges. But even when she was young, when children told these stories she'd never understood, they'd never mentioned noises quite like this. She felt à breeze over her shoulders and squeezed her eyes shut.

That night, at 3 in the morning, Marya prayed to God and decided to get new locks.

Marya ended up standing in front of her own door with the pièces to install à deadbolt on her bedroom door, four others already installed around the house.

The first thing Marya did when opening the door though was not a sigh of relief. No, it was a shriek.

"Oh, thank god,"

That was all it took. Marya had always considered herself a fighter. So why her feet were cemented to the floor, gaping as if she were staring à monster straight in the face probably would have been funny at one point. You know, if she were not staring a something straight in the face.

"Wow, you are a loud screamer," The voice was not the roar she expected, nor were they the body of one. "I just wanted to congratulate you, geez," This creature was stated cross legged on her bed, a blank expression on their face. But there was something unnervingly inhuman about them-about the grittiness of their voice-that made Marya consider crying all over again. She looked no older than Marya-a little slimmer and a little shorter if anything.

"Who-what-I-" There were a lot of places she could begin. Fortunately, whatever this being was, seemed like a talker as she leaned back on her elbows and extended her legs, crossing them at the ankles.

"You have taken so long to get new locks, dear," The creature clicked their tongue, almost condescendingly. As if Marya were a child. "Doing this-" She flicked her finger back to the closet Marya hadn't opened in months, "Has started to get taxing,"

"Uh..." The question Marya wanted to ask included a name and an explanation, but it was not what cale out of her mouth. "Why are you out here? Y-you're supposed to be in there,"

"Are you telling me how to do my job?" The creature questioned back with a snarl bare to her teeth. Marya, for as pale as she was naturally, seemed to turn a stark white at the shredders the seemingly Beautiful woman had. "If they saw me, they wouldn't be as afraid," A hand gestured flippantly up and down her body.

"They?" The creature nodded.

"Yeah, the ones that kept breaking in," She explained as if it were obvious, offering a roll of her eyes. The silence was long. "Oh, oh my God, you didn't know?"

"No!"

"Huh, well, lets just say good thing you got those locks,"

"The locks were to keep YOU out!"

"One: offensive," Helene tsked, "Two: you would literally be dead if it weren't for me, so..."

"Right," Marya's tone came out unconvinced, scowling. "You do realize you are a complete stranger in my house, right? You do see how weird this is?"

"Well in that case, my name is Helene. Does that help your nerves at all?"

"No, actually,"

"Well, how can I help then?"

"Explain why on earth youve been screeching while I'm trying to sleep?"

"It's scarier than me talking right now isn't it?" Helene questioned back immediately, eyebrows raised. She didn't get to speak to humans much, but this one had been fascinating. This one had been interesting since the moment she saw her. And seeing her now was all the more alluring; night vision was flattering on no one. "You know that the person living down the street kept breaking in, I thought?"

"No???"

"Ah, well, there's your mistake, dear," Helene patted a spot on the bed for the woman to sit beside her. "They were being creepy at you,"

"You mean towards,"

"Sorry, I don't normally just chat with your kind on a mattress," Helene rolled her eyes again, but couldn't help a small smile as Marya sat beside her. "They were being creepy Towards you, so I just let them know I had your back,"

"I don't know you,"

"So?"

"So why?"

"Because you have nice eyes," The way she spoke it so point blank-with such honesty-took Marya aback. "Maybe I will have to take them," Marya choked, scrambling off the bed with such franticness that she hit the ground hard. "I was kidding," Helene ammended quickly, eyes wide with concern. "About the second part. Your eyes really are stunning, I promise!"

#writing asks #this is like the closest to lighthearted you are all ever going to get from me #ill go back and edit tomorrow

[shanklin]

A Tale Of Two Stans And A Portal Gun

Summary:

It’s a tale of two Stans, but Stan has a portal gun and is not impressed.

Authors Note: This is just a short slightly cracky fic for my own amusement. Rick gets mentioned like once in this fic so I wouldn’t call it a proper Rick and Morty crossover tbh. Have fun.

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“There is nothing about this I understand.” Stan says looking at the monstrosity before him.

“It's a trans-universal gateway, a punched hole through a weak spot in our dimension. I created it to-”

“No no. I get that. But why the hell did you make it so big and tacky looking?” Stan interrupts.

The portal looks incredibly impractical. And what's with all the writing around it and the weird unnecessary shape?

“Stan, this is no joking matter. For once in your life listen to me!”

Stan rolls his eyes. It’s clearly Ford who doesn’t listen, but he learned a long time ago not to argue with mad genius scientists. They always think they’re in the right no matter how wrong they are. He throws his hands up apologetically and gestures Ford to go on.

“This portal can be harnessed for terrible destruction. That's why I shut it down and hid my journals, which explained how to operate it. There's only one journal left. And you are the only person I can trust to take it.”

Ford hands Stan his journal. Huh, turns out Ford really called the right person to help him out. Destruction due to portals and dimension hopping are nothing new to Stan after all.

“I have something to ask of you. You remember our plans to sail around the world on a boat?”

Stan's whole face lights up with hope. This is it. After all he’s been through Ford gives him a second chance. They can finally fix their relationship and be brothers again.

“Take this book, get on a boat, and sail as far away as ya can! To the edge of the Earth! Bury it where no one can find it!”

Ford can’t be serious.

“That's it?! You finally wanna see me after ten years, and it's to tell me to get as far away from you as possible!?”

“Stanley, you don't understand what I'm up against! What I've been through!”

Ford can’t be fucking serious.

“No, no. You don't understand what I've been through!”

Stan wants to explain in more detail, but when the least traumatic thing that happened to you in ten years is that you once had to chew your way out of the trunk of a car, it gets difficult to know where to even start. He opts to go with the one thing that sums up his fucked up life the best instead.

“You think you've got problems? I've got a mullet, Stanford! Meanwhile, where have you been? Living it up in your fancy house in the woods! Selfishly hoarding your college money, because you only care about yourself.“

“I'm selfish? I'm selfish, Stanley? How can you say that after costing me my dream school?! I'm giving you a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in your life and you won't even listen!”

How can Ford still be mad about one stupid accident Stan caused ten years ago? Stan has enough.

“Well, listen to this. You want me to get rid of this book? Fine, I'll get rid of it right now!”

Stan pulls out the portal gun he nicked from Rick and fumbles with the settings.

“As far away as possible, you said? Sure. If that’s what it takes to make you happy.” He bites out, shoots open a portal and jumps through it before Ford can give him a reply.

Ten minutes later Stan pops back into Ford’s creepy science lair. He’s a bit more dirty and wetter than before, but all in all his mood has increased drastically.

He had enough time to think and came to the conclusion that a) Ford clearly isn’t in his right mind right now and b) that if Stan deserves second chances so does Ford. Hopefully Ford will be easier to talk to with his journal safely hidden.

Speaking of his brother, is he still standing in the same place Stan left him? And keeping his mouth open for so long in such a drafty place can’t be healthy either.

“So, I’ve been thinking we should-” A bite on his ear. Oh, looks like he accidentally carried something over with him.

He opens a portal up again and flings the gigantic, but surprisingly light, slimy bug that attached itself to his back into it.

“Sorry about that. As I was saying, I think we should try and start over again. You’re obviously going through something right now.”

Stan takes a step towards Ford, who flinches and backs away.

“Oh don’t worry, that bug wasn’t poisonous or contagious. Probably.” Stan tries to wave Ford’s worries off, but it looks like that wasn’t what had Ford so shook.

“How you the p-portal what?” Ford stutters out slack jawed and looks back and forth between Stan and the place where the portal disappeared from.

“Okay. Nevermind. We’ll talk later.”

Stan closes the distance between them and with one arm over Ford’s shoulder guides him towards the elevator out of the basement. Ford tries to protest, but in his weak state he’s even less of a match for Stan than normal.

“No. Wait, the portal. It’s dangerous.”

The panicked look in Ford’s eyes worries Stan and he does his best to calm him down.

“It’s not turned on, isn’t it? Nothing will happen like this.”

“But Bill. I have to dismantle it before Bill can use it!”

No. Oh no. Oh hell no. Ford’s sleep deprivation. The triangle shaped portal. Stan finally sees what’s been going on here.

“You don’t mean Bill Cipher do you?”

Ford’s horrified expression is answer enough.

Stan will never leave his brother out of his sight again after this. He’s clearly worse at making life choices than Stan is and that’s really saying something.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t made a deal with that bastard.” Stan says before Ford can ask.

“Let’s just get you cleaned up first and then we’ll take a little trip to a hospital in a dimension that specializes in treating dream demon possessions. You’ll feel better in no time.”

The elevator takes them upstairs and Ford stops protesting. If it’s out of trust in him or just sheer tiredness, Stan doesn’t know, but it’s a start. They can work on rebuilding their brotherly bond after Ford stops being every exorcist's wet dream.

“There there.” Stan whispers soothingly and gently pats Ford on his back when he starts shaking.

They’ll be fine.

#Gravity Falls #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Gravity Falls Ficlet

[dearcupidcandy]

My Dear Demon Miniseries

The Aftermath

Ep 1: What Remains

Here’s the first story. About what happens after Chisaki has brought you in.

If you haven’t read the parts in order! You should ❤️ but if you don’t want to then here’s the short explanation:

Your in a my hero academia x Demon slayer world. And Kai faked his death. Your pissed. But you told him you wouldn’t leave him as long as he doesn’t hurt anyone. Now this.

Chisaki brought you inside. He showed you to your room. You could tell under the mask that Chisaki wasn’t aware how childish he was as he explained where you would be staying. You where so used to his nonchalant deep voice that when you saw a smirk form under his mask since his eyes arched up. You where taken a back. ‘So possessive and now you act like this?’ You sighed loudly in your head. This is for Tanjiro and Nezuko, and the other yellow guy. You need to keep Chisaki at bay. Or he’ll kill them. Or even worse. Your family. Or even...crap... wait.... did you break up with your past boyfriend at all? Your pretty sure you did but you think you just left him. Oh well. What Chisaki doesn’t know won’t hurt him. You snap back to reality as Chisaki stands in front of you as your going deep into thought on the bed. “Whats wrong?” His voice went to its normal deep tone. You knew better than to say something as stupid as “thinking about my ex.” So you simply just pathetically smiled and shrugged. Not wanting to make him angry. He sighed and sat down next to you. Here comes the gaslighting. God how you hated that he didn’t wear his mask around you. You where actually nervous seeing his face revealed. You couldn’t tell him you where thinking about Tanjiro. You literally just sacrificed yourself for him. He saw you in a internal panic and pat your head. Boss had done it for him so many times. He thought you deserved a least a little touch. His precious Angel deserves everything. Except being away from him for even a day.

“K-Kai...” You began to blush. Gently trying to get his arm off. He was in a calm mood now. Now that you had agreed to stay with him. How could he stay mad at you? “What is it, Angel?” You Where left clinging to the arm that was on top of your soft h/c hair. He shook it more before he crouched down. Taking in every moment of your shy face. “Are you hungry?” Want to eat?” You didn’t have anything else to do but you hated eating with Chisaki. Maybe if he was in a good mood. He’d actually let you eat what you wanted. Boy where you wrong.

Chisaki practically dressed you up as a doll and made sure you took off and wore the dress he got you in front of him. His soft smile eased the tension a little. But that didn’t stop you from getting it on quickly and muttering our the door. Chisaki following after. Chrono stood there in shock. At the edge of the table. Expecting to see Kai’s demon form. Thinking that he had killed you or something.

“Chrono.” Chisaki’s smile faded as he waved his hand for you to go sit at the table while they talked. It was a small kitchen. Connected to the place where Kai played Shoji. You had heard him once talk with a raspy voiced man. Who told him he wasn’t an ant. And then Chisaki realized you where in the kitchen. And overhauled you. That’s probably why you where mad he made a clone of himself because the demon slayers where coming. He overhauled you. He made you forget. But it was for your “safety” to him. You walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. You should have known. You looked down and saw a healthy four course meal in front of you. You let out a ‘tsk’ and went for the fridge. Stealing a roll and a poptart for later. You sat down. You where here long enough that you didn’t care if you got overhauled or put to sleep. What mattered to you was that got at least some sugar once in a while. You sat and overheard Kai and Chrono’s conversation. You saw feathers appear outside the door less entrance. Chisaki was getting pissed. He was turning into his demon form right in front of Chrono. How intimidating. ‘Poor Chrono.” You thought before taking another bite of your poptart. Ignoring the healthy food on your plate.

“Did you follow the order?”

“Yes Overhaul.” They where run out...”

“....run out?? You didn’t kill them?”

“Those where your order-“

A hiss was heard as you already imagined him in his demon form. Sharp teeth appearing through his plague mask. You shook in your chair. Frozen as shouts where heard before Chisaki calmly entered the room your in. Wiping off any access feathers from his demon form as he calmed down.

He froze mid swipe. Watching you eye him as you ate a poptart.

“What....how did you even get that?”

“.............Fridge was open... Overhaul me if you want.” Actually. Let me die.”

He sighed and pulled in his chair. On any other day. He would lecture you and Overhaul you or torture you for doing so. But he just wanted you to himself for a day. Was that too much to ask?

You saw the vains appearing on his forehead as he faked a smile.

“darling. Why don’t you eat something healthy...okay?”

“Eat shit.”

He snapped and grabbed onto your neck. Letting everything in his mind spill out. “What about me being your dear demon huh?” The feathers formed around him and he sighed. Sitting back down. “I just wanted you for the day my angel.” That’s all.” He sounded pissed. Like a child that didn’t get his toy. You where hurt but you also felt bad. You sighed and placed your poptart to the side. Eating whatever weird substance he put on your plate and deemed it “healthy”.

You could tell he was smirking under his mask. He took advantage of how much you used to like him. “Cocky bastard. I’m going to stab you with this fork-.’

He leaned into the table. Making your vicious thoughts stop immediately. “So... what would you like to do today Angel?” It will be just me and you while Chrono finishes some business.”

You knew exactly what Chrono was doing. But if you mentioned it. You could no longer fulfill your plan of using this cheery overhaul for the day.

You placed down your fork. “Go fuck you- actually..... there is something... I want to do.”

He leaned in. Closing his eyes for the full affect. “Anything angel. It’s our day today I suppose.”

“I want to go outside-.”

“Pardon?”

❤️ sorry this was so short. I’m making more demon Kai. Just wait!

#yandere x y/n #yandere story #overhaul #overhaul x reader #overhaul x you #kai chisaki #yandere overhaul #yandere stalker #yandere stuff #thank you ❤️❤️ #mha quirks #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha x y/n #new series

[myinconnelly1]

Dancing the Spiral

Word count: 4K (this is the longest One-shot I've ever written)

Masterist of Everything

A/n: Written for @dontshootmespence ‘s 8k celebration! here is I for Insanity!!! If you scare easily this might not be the fic for you.  But i think it came out awesome.  I took a lot of inspiration from my time playing White wolf’s World of Darkness, and you might recognize some stuff from The Golden Knight.  Also big thanks to @donnaintx and @emilyshurley for being my sounding board, giving me ideas for the monsters and telling me to go to bed when it was late.

A/N 2: Also i put some breaks within the fic.  They don't mean anything other than this is a good pause place if your eyes hurt.

Warnings: graphic depictions violence/gore, themes of horror and insanity, SNAKES

Summary:  Kelsey has a disturbing Dream about herself and the Winchesters and now she has to try and understand it before it’s too late.

“How are you ss-sleeping, Kelsey?”  The doctor asked as he leaned back and looked at her studiously.  His lisp caused her obvious discomfort as she relived the vivid imagery of her nightmare.

“Not bad,”  Kelsey lied dropping her gaze to the floor as she avoided eye contact with the man.  She was new to this practice but wanted to give the doctor a chance.  In her opinion, it was not going well, but it could be going worse.  Any minute now he could turn into a snake man and she would snap her eyes open.  She had not slept in nearly a week and she had started hallucinating.  

“You’re not a very good liar.  You just said that you didn’t really like this practice but were going to give it a try.  So why don’t you tell me about what’ss bothering you.”  He licked his lips and pulled out a notepad.

Kelsey rolled her eyes.

“Sam I’ve been having this dream.  You’re in it, and so is your brother.”  She was pacing outside a motel.

“Come on, Kelsey, it sounds like you’re gonna start explaining a sex dream.”  Kelsey closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as she fought with herself.  She heard a noise and jerked her head around, but nothing was there to see.  “Get a goddamn grip.  Plenty of people deal with insomnia and bad dreams.  They don’t go running to their new boyfriends trying to explain that the monsters might be real.”

“But most people also get some sleep despite those things.  They don’t stand around hearing and seeing shit that isn’t there.”  She muttered in argument.

“Yeah well they don’t talk to themselves either,”  She quibbled back.

“You okay?”  Sam asked as he stuck his head out of the motel room door.  “I saw you standing out here pacing and wasn’t sure if you were going to come in or not.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna come in.  I don’t think you were going to go in.  I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to bother Sam with this.”  Kelsey babbled until she realized that Sam was staring at her like she had a second head.  “Sorry, not sleeping.”  She gave a weak smile.

“No problem, we’ve all been there,”  Sam said.  “Dean and I were just doing some research for a job.”

“That sounds exciting,”  Kelsey said trying to contain her thoughts in her mouth. Dean gave her a quick smile and a wink as she came into the motel.  “What kind of job are the FBI working on in town?”  She had a serious case of Deja Vu and surreptitiously found a mirror to look at herself in.

“We’re looking into some suspicious missing person cases.  We’re not really sure what the connection is but we’re hopeful.  You okay?”  Sam asked.  

You caught yourself staring at the mirror and realized you had inadvertently picked out the outfit from your dream. You were muttering something and not listening to your boyfriend so quickly tried to recover.

“Missing persons, I haven’t heard about anyone.”  She was pretty out of the loop on missing persons working in the ER and things had been worse lately, but she figured she would have heard about at least one.

“We’ve been keeping it quiet,”  Dean said a little too quickly.  She looked at him oddly.

“Dean, if there is a connection between these people I don’t know what it is.”  Kelsey saw Sam say to Dean from his laptop.

“There has gotta be a connection.  Why are these people being targeted?”  Dean’s voice rumbled.  “Maybe they are looking for something, demons don’t just possess people for no reason.”

“I don’t think they are demons, Dean,”  Sam said.

Kelsey’s head was spinning.  She blinked rapidly trying to clear her mind of the hallucination.

“Kel, maybe you should sit down.”  Sam’s voice was like the surface of a still lake as Kelsey broke the surface for air.  She shook her head vigorously, fleeing the room.

“Kelsey, wait!”  Dean stood to try and catch her but she was off and gone.

“This is a creepy ass temple,”  Dean groaned looking at the abandoned building.  He didn’t want to be here and wasn’t sure if the souls of the people that had been brought here wanted to come either.

Kelsey sat up on the floor of her apartment gasping as the world spun.  She tried to count ten but kept losing focus.  She stood and went to the freezer and grabbed an ice cube.  The cold helped restart her train of thought and stir her from the brink of the abyss she felt like she was standing over.  Kelsey rubbed her arm scratching the imaginary bugs that she knew weren’t there.

She needed to go to the temple.  It was the only way she was going to figure this out.

“You mean if it is even real,” She sighed at herself.  She pulled out her phone and sent Sam a text apologizing for the way that she had rushed out.  She confirmed that she was in fact, really okay.  “Liar.”  

She packed a few items and left in search of where she thought the temple was.  Or at least where Dean thought the temple was, when she had hallucinated being him.  She was starting to no longer care how crazy it sounded.

“Kelsey?”  Sam asked as she realized she had been standing in front of the somewhat ruined temple.  “What are you doing here?”

“Um, listen this is gonna sound weird,”  She said

“Not any weirder than anything else you’ve done today,”  Dean muttered, but Sam elbowed him.

“No, it’s true.  I think.  I uh, had this weird dream about this temple and you guys and these snake monsters.  Anyway, I had to figure out what was going on.  But I haven’t been sleeping so I’m not sure what's real anymore.”  Kelsey continued to babble.

“Wait, snake monsters?”  Sam asked, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, they were snakes, but not quite.  And they had arms and claws.  And I think they can possess people, but I think that’s kinda crazy and I don’t feel so good.”  Kelsey curled up a little as her muscles cramped from the lack of sleep.

“No, it’s okay,”  Sam said wrapping his arms around the tired brunette.

“Sam,”  Dean’s voice sounded like a warning.

“No, she needs to know.  What you were dreaming about, it’s real.”  Sam said, pulling her close.

“It is?”  Kelsey whispered.  “I don’t know what’s worse, that those monsters are real or that you believe me.”  

“What do you mean?”  Dean asked.

“I’ve been hallucinating a lot,” Kelsey admitted.  “But I didn’t think that you guys would really believe me.”

“The missing people aren’t really missing.  It’s more like they’ve been possessed.”  Sam said.

“So then what is this creepy temple?”  Kelsey asked, pointing to the building that was falling apart.

“It’s an entrance to a supposedly creepy shadow world,”  Dean said.

“The Spiral,”  Kelsey said, shaking her head and rubbing her face.

“How did you know that?” Sam asked, looking at her as he and Dean pulled out shotguns.

“I’m not sure, but what are you going to do with those?”  She pointed at the guns.  “If they are spirits can you actually touch them?”

“The monsters are called Naag, and we are hoping that they are repelled by salt like other ghosts,”  Sam said as they loaded the firearms with the salt rounds.

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“We have to go through the door.  No matter what.”  Sam said as they approached the entrance of the temple.

“What happens if we don’t?”  Kelsey asked as she realized she was seriously underprepared.

“We don’t leave ever,”  Dean responded, giving her a quick glance over his shoulder.

“But we will, it’s gonna be okay, just stay close,”  Sam comforted.  The three of them walked into the temple, and all gasped as if they were being stabbed all over by icicles.

They panted as they tried to gain an understanding of their surroundings in the inky black.  Kelsey knew something about what they had done was wrong but she wasn’t sure what it was.  Their eyes adjusted slowly to the dimness until finally, they saw the temple in its full splendor all around them.

“Where the hell are we?”  Dean asked as he turned around slowly.

“The spiral,”  Sam answered.  “I think.”

“Yes,”  Kelsey suffered a momentary lapse of lucidity as her vision doubled with a view of splendid statues and Snake men.  “This was their entrance to protect.  This is the first circle.  We shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?”  Dean asked, lifting the shotgun again.

“Normally you enter the spiral in your sleep,”  Kelsey said,  “We walked in.”

“How do you know that?”  Sam asked, grabbing her forearm gently, to look at him.

“I’m not sure,”  Kelsey seemed to struggle to grasp the answer to the question.  “I think I dreamed about it.”

“More importantly, why does it matter that we were awake.”  Dean interrupted her thoughts.

“We’re here in the flesh.  We are in their world.  We have to play by their rules.  They can hurt us, and possess us.”

“That explains why the others were brought here, so they could be possessed,”  Sam said looking over her shoulder and said to Dean.  He released Kelsey’s arm.

“Yeah but for what purpose?”  Dean asked looking back at his brother.

“It’s a trap,”  Kelsey’s eyes went wide as she looked up at Sam, then bolted for the doorway they had just come through.

“Kel, that’s not gonna-”  He cut off as she leaped through the doorway and disappeared.  “Work…  huh, I guess she found the door, come on.”

Sam and Dean came through the door and found Kelsey covering her ears and screaming.

“What the hell?”  Dean asked as he and Sam went over to her.  She turned and scraped her nails across Dean’s face as she say him first.  “Fuck!”  He yelled as he backed up.

“Kelsey! Hey, it’s Sam.  Stop!”  He commanded as he tried to keep her hands at bay from attacking him.  “Find the door!”  Sam shouted over her screeching.

“There!”  Dean shouted as he saw the outline in the empty dark room.  The smaller dark-haired woman had finally gotten the upper hand on Sam, and Dean ran at her, throwing her over his shoulder toward the door with Sam right behind him. Dean kicked the darkness and the light flooded the dark, blinding them momentarily as they moved through the door.

“Where the hell are we now?”  Dean asked as he looked around the open field.

“Endurance?”  Sam threw out the word like Dean should know what it meant.  Kelsey squirmed in the older brother’s arms.

“Will you put me down please?”  She asked, sounding her normal calm self again.

“Are you going to scratch me again?”  Dean asked as he lowered her feet to the ground.

“I’m sorry,”  She said wringing the hem of her shirt.

“It’s healed, like it never happened,”  Sam said looking at Dean.

“What does endurance mean?”  Dean asked, ignoring his brother’s statement.  His face still stung even if the wound wasn’t there.

“It’s the third circle of the Spiral,”  Sam said.

“So what was that?”  Dean asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to the now no longer there door.

“Rage,”  Kelsey said, wiping at the tears streaking her cheeks.  “Sorry, it was like all the anger and frustration I’ve been holding on to without my sleep hit me like a tidal wave.”

“It’s okay,”  Sam said, knowing that this realm would bring out the worst in all of them.

“It’s not, but we don’t have time for that,”  Kelsey said.

“You know, not to kick a gift horse in the mouth but you seem much more together here,”  Dean said looking at Kelsey’s clear eyes.

“This place is madness,”  Kelsey said cryptically as she walked forward and down an almost limitless mountain.

“What the hell does that mean?”  Dean asked, throwing his hands up.

“Maybe everything is top-see turvy here, and because of that the world makes sense to her?”  Sam suggested taking off after her.

“Right,”  Dean mumbled, rolling his eyes.

The group walked for what seemed like hours.  They were tired and there was no end in sight to the landscape.  Let alone a door or entryway.

“Do you think we missed it?”  Sam asked concern crossing his face.  None of them wanted to get stuck here and face the corruption of their souls that awaited them.

“I don’t think so,”  Kelsey said as she did a slow circle to look around.

“If you say something cryptic and creepy, like the door will show up when we least expect it, I’ll-”  Dean was interrupted and they all cried out in surprise as the ground literally fell out from beneath them.

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“Well that hurt,”  Kelsey groaned before looking around.  “Sam?  Dean?!”  She cried out the names of the brothers looking for them frantically, before the chilling reality that she was alone struck her.

“All alone?”  A voice called from the shadows of the temple.  Her fall from the previous circle had brought her back inside.

“Who’s there?”  She whimpered, as she started to walk through archways toward the voice.

“Sssomeone who knowss who you are,”  the voice seemed to mock her.  It stayed hidden in the shadow, but she assumed it belonged to one of the Naag, who resided and protected this part of the Spiral.  It continued to hide away from where she could see.

“My master is looking for sssomeone like you.  What is your name, foolish one?”

“I thought you knew who I was?”  She chided.

“Sslip of the forked tongue.  I know what you are.”  The masculine voice corrected itself.

“I’m a person,”  She said the sliver of doubt caused by her dream cracking back open.

“With a dead-end job, who wonders where they should truly be in the world.  You are kind to people because they aren’t kind to you.  But you have never felt like you really belong.”  He sounded almost clinical in his appraisal of her.  And it stung her just how close to the mark he had fallen.

“How do you know so much about me?”  She asked as a tingling feeling had started to spread throughout her body starting at her toes and fingers.  Her skin was becoming ethereal like she was fading out.

“We’ve been watching you.  You have much doubt.  This ss-circle is not for those who don’t believe in themselvesss.”  He hissed a laugh.

“If you’ve been watching me, then you’ve been waiting for me.  Why?  Unless you knew I was coming here.  But even I didn’t know I was coming here?”  Kelsey was thinking in circles and stalling out.  Her fear and exhaustion were starting to get to her as she continued to fade from her own few.

“Pleassse, Psssychic.  You always knew this is the road you were going to take.  Ever ssince you had that dream,”  He spoke with a villainous laugh. Kelsey’s body was disappearing rapidly now as her doubt about her entire life ate her away.

“Psychic?” She whispered.

“Now, I will claim you as mine,”  The Naag was suddenly in front of her.  A hideously deformed beast that stood well over eight feet tall.  It was haunched back on a thick tail and a cobra-like hood flared around its fanged head.  Two meaty arms protruded from its sides with long menacing claws.  Something grabbed Kelsey’s invisible arm and tugged her roughly.

“Sam?!”  She cried as she flung herself around the tall man.

“I saw you first, but don’t thank me or anything,”  She heard Dean mumble.

“What happened?”  She asked, looking at the two men.

“We were separated from each other, but thankfully after walking through some of the interior structures, we walked through the door by accident.  I don’t know what caused us to become visible to each other,”  Sam explained, giving Dean a significant look.  Kelsey would ask him about that later.  Then she remembered what the Naag had said to her.

A Psychic, that meant that she knew what was going to happen here.  A sinking feeling of dread fell like a rock in the pit of her stomach.  

“Don’t let the Naag bite you,”  She said realizing that her moment of silence might have seemed suspicious.  “I saw one right before you grabbed me.”

“We haven’t seen anything,”  Dean said, looking around with his shotgun lifted again.  The agitation and fear of the men was palpable.

“And they never will,”  A serpentine voice hissed in her ear.  She spun around to see the Naag from the previous circle towering over her and Sam.

“RUN!”  She screamed. Other Naags were audible in the distance as Sam and Dean didn’t ask questions and took off away from where the spirit was.

“There!”  Dean called pointing his gun to the side.  “There is the door.”  The temple was starting to collapse around them.  Heavy stone blocks falling all over.

“Kelsey, come on!”  Sam called urging the girl to run faster.  She cut the corner, dodging falling rubble just in time to see the Naag from before collide into Dean’s back.  He howled in pain, the large body of the Naag fell from her view as the door and the other Naag closed in on them.  Another smaller Naag latched onto Sam, just as Kelsey caught up to them.

They crashed through the doorway with the two Naags clawing for purchase on their skin.

“That was anticlimactic,” Kelsey groaned as the scenery had not changed between circles of the Spiral.  “Be on the lookout!“

Kelsey grabbed the monster on Sam by an unidentifiable appendage and yanked, tugging it off of his back before it had time to bite him and claim him for itself.

“Find the door, I’ll get Dean.  This is the last circle, so watch for the betrayal.” She was turning away and found the older Winchester staring at her.  The look in his eye was murderous and she felt the air leave her chest as his arm struck her middle and sent her flying across the width of the large temple hallway.  

“Guess you found it,”  She muttered to herself weakly.  She blinked repeatedly and shook her head to clear it, before clambering awkwardly off the ground.  Dean was charging toward her and she sidestepped in time for him to slam into the wall and fall in a crumple.  

She couldn’t see the Naag anywhere but knew that something had happened between Dean and it.  She invoked her second sight, a thing she hadn’t realized she could do and saw the misshapen atrocity that was coiling itself around Dean’s essence.  She sighed, knowing that this would be the one time Dean would be happy to know that the scars of his life were working for him as the Naag struggled to fit itself into all the grooves.  She reached for the bite mark that marred the back of his shoulder-blade and worked her first two fingers into the infernal wound.  

Dean howled in pain, as Kelsey’s fingers dug under his skin trying to reach the end of the Naag’s ethereal tail.  Sam’s gun fired behind her but all she could do was hope that the rock salt affected the Naag, as she couldn’t let herself be distracted at this crucial moment.  She exclaimed as she hooked her finger on the spirit then stood, ripping it from its almost settled location within Dean’s essence.  Dean crumpled to the ground as the bite on his back healed like it never existed.

Kelsey flung the Naag spirit against the opposing wall and pulled Dean up from the ground.

“I found the door!”  Sam shouted as he ran to join them and take Dean’s weight from her.

“Let’s go, we can’t waste anymore time,”  Kelsey urged the brothers in front of her so she could keep an eye out for the other Naags she knew were close behind and Sam and Dean started to sprint for the door.  She smiled to herself knowing they were within spitting distance as the door came into view.

Something snapped around Kelsey’s ankle and she gasped as the ground met her face rapidly.

“Pessssky little bitch,”  the atrocious snake-man hissed as it pulled itself against her chest.  “I liked him, but if you wanted me so badly,”  It coiled its tail around her leg as if to cuddle itself close to her warm body.  “All you had to do was say so.”

Kelsey uttered a blood-curdling shriek of pain as the millions of tiny dagger-like teeth sunk into her collarbone.

“Kelsey!”  Sam cried as he heard her and turned to see the spirit disappear.  He shoved Dean through the door and ran back over to her as her body started to convulse and bubbles formed around her slightly purple lips. “Shit,”  Sam cursed as he worked to get his hand under her head to keep her from choking.  The light behind the door was fading and unknown to Sam, more Naags were starting to come into the hallway.

Kelsey gasped and then sputtered like she had been drowning.  Her eyes snapped open as she steadied herself.

“Come on, we have to get out of here,”  Sam said standing her up and supporting her around the waist.

“You have to go,”  She croaked as he half dragged her.

“I’m not gonna leave you,”  Sam said firmly.  They stepped through the door together, as claws from one of the Naags raked along Sam’s arm and grabbed Kelsey around the waist to try to pull her back through the door.

“Sam!”  she screamed his name, terror was written on her face.

“Dean!”  Sam shouted as he turned trying to get a better grip on the brunette.  Dean came around to grab her as well and their combined strength was enough to balance out the strength of the Naag.

“Ssshhhhe’ss mine,”  Kelsey gagged on the hiss as the Naag used her voice to speak.

“No,” Sam argued.

“Go on, Psssychic,”  The spirit struggled with the word.  “Tell them what you saw in your dream.  Tell them how you knew this would happen and you came anyway.”  Tears fell from Kelsey’s eyes as Sam’s face contorted with pain.  She had known she wouldn’t make it, and she had come to save them anyway.

“I’m not going to let you die,”  Sam grunted as he pulled doubly hard.  A joint popped loudly in Kelsey’s arm.

“We’re not winning,”  Dean growled lowly.

“Ssssshhe won’t die with me.”  The Naag hissed like a dark soothing balm.  Kelsey seemed to battle with herself momentarily as the claws around her waist pierced her flesh.

“Don’t worry, Sammy,”  Dean tried to bolster his brother.

Kelsey’s body went limp suddenly and the brothers were pulled close to her face.  Dean let go with the limited space of the doorway,  and Kelsey grabbed Sam’s face with her free hand to kiss him deeply.

“Thank you,”  She whispered against his stun-slack lips.  “I will find you.”

She twisted her arm around, breaking his hold on her forearm and was pulled back through the door.

“And that’s where I wake up,”  Kelsey finished her recount to the therapist who made little notes in his book.  “If I’m honest, I’m tired.  I haven’t dreamed since then.  I just don’t know what to make of it.”

“Interesting,”  The man muttered as he moved to put his notepad down.  He stood, and something in his eyes caught Kelsey’s attention.

“Doc, you okay?”  She asked fear causing her voice to shake.  She was trying to be subtle in the way she scooted down the couch toward the door.  “Doc?”

“He’sss long gone.  But don’t worry, I think you’ve been looking for me,”  His face contorted horrifically and she screamed as the door to the office slammed open.  Sam and Dean rushed in weapons drawn, and their faces reflected her disgust at the evil spirit from her nightmare.

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[splendidlyimperfect]

When Gray wakes up one night with a voice in his head, the last thing he expects is to suddenly be sharing a body with a demon. Natsu is nothing like Gray expected, though. He's surprisingly charming, and more concerned about getting Gray to eat vegetables than he is with taking over the world. Since Gray can't push him away like he does with everyone else, he begrudgingly accepts Natsu's place in his life - for now. But when Natsu ends up needing Gray's help, what started out as an inconvenience turns into a road trip - and a friendship - that changes Gray's life.

written for @fuckyeahgratsu​ gratsu weekend 2021 event

day 2; prompt: secret/confession

Chapters: 1 | 2  Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster Characters: Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel, Lyon Vastia, Mard Geer Tartarus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Humor, Adventure, Demonic Possession, but the good kind, demon Natsu, References to Depression, Depressed Gray, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sort Of, Road Trips, Falling In Love, Natsu's not an evil demon, he really just wants to take care of Gray, Gray sucks at feelings

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Lyon didn’t answer Gray’s first text, or his third, or his tenth. Eventually Gray gave up, shoving his phone in his pocket and grabbing his shoes.

“Where are we going?” Natsu, who had been quiet during the texting, reappeared next to Gray’s reflection in the hallway mirror. “Are we finally getting something to eat? I know you’re not hungry, but I am.” Gray could tell Natsu still didn’t believe him about not wanting to eat, but his first cup of coffee hadn’t kicked in yet and he was too tired to argue.

“Fine, we can get food.” He shrugged on his jacket and locked the door behind them, then started down the road toward Main Street. “What do you want?”

“What’s the best thing you’ve ever had for breakfast?”

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Gray considered the question as they made their way past the morning crowd. A cool spring wind carried cherry blossoms down from the trees and dusted them in pink and white across the street. The sun was thin but warm, and Gray felt some of the tension in his shoulders relax.

“Uh, probably cinnamon buns? There’s a good place down the street. I haven’t been in a while, though.”

“You haven’t been anywhere in a while,” Natsu agreed.

“Stop going through my memories,” Gray hissed. He pushed the button for the crosswalk and caught the eye of the woman standing beside him. She was giving him a strange look and it took him a second to remember that she couldn’t see Natsu.

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” Natsu insisted as Gray shoved his hands in his pockets and hurried across the street, away from the woman’s puzzled gaze. “I haven’t done this in a long time. It’s weird.”

“You’ve possessed people before?” Gray kept his voice low.

“Yeah.”

“…why? When?”

“Uh… what year is it?”

Gray raised his eyebrow. “2021.”

Natsu was quiet for a second – all Gray could hear was a low muttering that sounded suspiciously like someone counting on their fingers. Eventually Natsu said, “About two hundred years ago? I can’t remember exactly.”

Gray stopped talking as he stepped into the café, trying to ignore Natsu’s excited exclamations while he studied the pastry shelf.

“Ooh, what’s the pink one? Is that cake? Can we have cake for breakfast? And more coffee. What’s a latte? You should get a banana or something too. You don’t eat a lot of fruit.”

“That’s none of your business,” Gray grumbled under his breath, but he grabbed an apple from next to the till and added it to the cinnamon bun and coffee he purchased.

Natsu made a contented sound as Gray sat down at one of the tables outside the café and took a bite of the cinnamon bun. A pleased aura radiated from him, somewhere in the back of Gray’s mind.

“Can you taste it?” Gray asked. He’d pulled out his headphones and put an earbud in one ear, hoping that it looked like he was talking on the phone rather than to an imaginary friend.

“Sort of.” Natsu hummed appreciatively when Gray took another bite. “I know it’s good and that I like it, but it’s kind of… blurry.”

“Blurry?”

Natsu sighed. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like there’s a… a filter on things, between you and me. So, when you touch or eat something, I feel it, it’s just… blurry.”

“Huh.” Gray finished the cinnamon bun and the apple in silence, giving his brain time to process everything as he watched the world go on around him. There was a part of him that kept wanting to panic, but nothing about the situation felt dangerous. In fact, it was kind of nice to have some company. And he did feel better after eating.

“See?” Natsu sounded pleased with himself. “I knew you were hungry,”  

“Shut up,” Gray said half-heartedly. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching him talk to Natsu, then said, “You don’t seem very evil. For a demon, I mean.”

“I’m not evil!” Natsu said indignantly. “That’s why I haven’t possessed anyone in so long. Usually, people – warlocks, whatever – summon demons for shitty reasons, like they wanna hurt people. Or get revenge, or whatever. I don’t do that.”

“You can just refuse to show up when you’re summoned?”

“It depends. If someone calls on me specifically with my true name, I can’t say no. But if it’s just a generic, ‘I need a demon to strike down my enemies, blah, blah, blah,’ someone else can take it. There’s lots of other demons and I’m nobody special.”

Gray frowned, poking at the crumbs on his plate. “So…why are you here now? And why me? If Lyon summoned you, why aren’ t you possessing him?”

“He did the spell wrong,” Natsu explained. “Like I said, he’s a shitty warlock.”

“Not the only thing he’s shitty at,” Gray said, rolling his eyes. “Why’d he try to summon you, anyway?”

“Something about his ex.”

“Figures.” Gray took another sip of his coffee. “Did he know your real name, then?”

“Nope.”

“Then…you decided to possess me on purpose?” He caught a glimpse of their reflection in the window of the café and could see Natsu’s embarrassed expression.

“Yeah. Sort of. I guess.”

“Why?”

Natsu didn’t answer right away. An uncomfortable sensation started to spread down the back of Gray’s neck, and he couldn’t tell if it was coming from Natsu or himself. He shifted in his chair, fighting the sudden urge to go home and go back to bed.

“You’re not tired,” Natsu said. “Why do you want to sleep?”

Gray’s chest tightened and he shook his head, staring down at his half-empty coffee cup. “I don’t,” he insisted. “I just…” He felt a gentle tug at the back of his mind.

“Is it ‘cause you’re sad again?”

“I’m not.” Gray ground his teeth, then interrupted Natsu’s next question. “Stop poking around in my head and tell me why you’re in there.”

“I need to find my body,” Natsu said reluctantly.  

Gray frowned. “You have your own body? Here?”

Natsu’s reflection nodded. “Well, not here here, I’m not sure where it is right now. But someone else has my body and I want it back.”

“How did that happen?”

The version of Natsu in the café window reflection settled down in the seat across from Gray and rested his chin on his hands. Even though Gray couldn’t see Natsu, the invisible gaze made Gray feel naked.

“I was really sick when I was a kid,” Natsu said after a moment. “Like, really sick. All the physickers said I was gonna die, and my brother didn’t wanna believe it. He was always trying to save me. Nothing worked, so he started messing around with dark magic.”

“With demons.”

Natsu nodded. “He thought he could do some sort of exchange – his soul for my life – so he summoned this demon, Mard Geer, who agreed to make a deal with him. Zeref was so excited that it worked that he didn’t word the deal carefully enough. Mard Geer agreed to fix my body for a soul.”

“Let me guess. He took your body and tossed your soul into Hell.”

Natsu scowled at the table. “Yep. Technically he didn’t lie – he fixed the problem. My body isn’t sick anymore, it’s just not mine.”

Natsu’s anger crept through Gray’s mind, winding threads of bitterness around his own ache of exhaustion and sadness. He let out a quiet gasp at the sensation, leaning forward with his head in his hands as the feelings washed over him. For some reason it made him want to cry.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

Gray felt the tingling sensation start to creep up his arm again and he sat up quickly, pulling his hand to his chest and clenching his fist.

“Stop doing that.” He tried to keep his voice down, but the flood of emotions overwhelmed his common sense.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“I don’t care.” He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and stood up quickly, nearly knocking over his chair. “Please, I…” He kept his eyes down, cheeks burning as he avoided the stares he knew he was getting. Leaving his half-empty coffee behind, he stormed away from the café and down the street.

“I’m sorry.” Natsu’s voice was soft in his head, and the angry sensation from before was quickly replaced by regret.

“It’s my body,” Gray whispered as he ducked around a crowd of people. “You can’t just… you can’t.”

Natsu didn’t say anything for a second, then very quietly said, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Stop going through my fucking memories!” Gray ignored the stares he got as he darted across the street, ignoring the blaring of car horns. He knew exactly what Natsu was seeing – images of someone he tried hard to forget, someone who never took no for an answer.

“I’m sorry,” Natsu said again. “I’m not trying to, I promise, I don’t know how to… to turn it off.”

Gray didn’t reply, just kept walking as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Natsu was quiet – the only indicator that he was still there was the undercurrent of shame and sorrow. Eventually Gray’s breathing started to even out, and by the time they reached the intersection before the park, the sensation of wanting to cry was gone.

“I’m—”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Gray interrupted, cutting off what he assumed was going to be another apology. He jabbed the crosswalk button, hard, then tried his best to turn his mind back to the conversation from before. “So,” he said. “We just need to find your body, exorcise a demon, and somehow get you back inside it.”

A wave of surprise washed over Gray’s mind. “You’ll help me?” Natsu sounded genuinely shocked. “For real?”

“That’s why you possessed me, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah.” A bus passed in front of them, and Gray could see Natsu in the window reflection, standing next to him with a small smile on his face. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually help, though. Nobody ever has.”

Gray felt a hot flush rush to his cheeks, and he wasn’t quite sure why. “Well, I don’t want you in my brain forever,” he said quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets as they crossed the street. “I have to do something about it. I’m just… not sure how.”

“We’d, um, need a locating spell,” Natsu said. “To find my body. I’m pretty sure it’s close-ish, I dunno how to do that kind of magic, though.”

“Me either,” Gray said. He looked up at the building that now loomed in front of them – the college dorm. “But Lyon does.”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Truth Hurts

Title: Truth Hurts

Characters: Dean x black!reader, Sam, Chuck, and Castiel

Summary: Dean finds out that the reader knows he cheated on her with Anna.

A/N: a companion fic for A Match Made in Hell. I’ll be doing more of these to detail Dean’s and the reader’s relationship at different times. Also, no tags this time. I’ll probably update later.

Based off episode 4x18

“I’m full-frontal in here, dude.” Dean complained as he read the newly discovered books about your lives.

This was supposed to be a regular case. The three of you went to a comic book store, investigating for a case, when the clerk asked if you were LARPing and then proceeded to tell you about the ‘Supernatural’ books.

Now you were sprawled in the bed with Dean, reading about your confession of love to Dean before he went to Hell. Whoever this Carver Edlund guy was, he sure did have a way with words.

Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop delving into the ‘fandom’ of Supernatural. Dean took the laptop and to his pleasure he found out there were some Dean girls, but he lost it when he found out there was some Dean/Sam girls. Hey, to each their own.

Most of the feedback on you was positive. They loved that you were a total badass, but some were rightfully pissed that you lied about your family lineage to the boys. There were some racist trolls, because God forbid a black girl gains the attention of one of the world’s perfect specimen. Oh, if they only knew the truth about their precious Dean Winchester.

“Do people really think you and Sam make a better couple? This is blasphemy!” Dean slammed Sam’s laptop in annoyance.

You had to give it to Dean, he put on a good performance. He almost convinced you he was the perfect boyfriend, but you remembered that you caught him with Anna unbeknownst to him.

“Hmmm, I think me and Sam would make a cute couple.” Sam smirked at his older brother and Dean had to hold himself back from smacking it off his face.

Dean pulled you out of your seat and into his lap. He gave you a kiss, which you didn’t return with as much enthusiasm and it was becoming more frequent. After, you guys find Carver Edlund, Dean decided he would talk to you to figure out what’s going on.

Thanks to proving you were ‘super fans’ of Supernatural and a bit of oversharing from the publisher you were able to find Carver Edlund aka Chuck Shurley.

Sam, Dean, and you find yourselves knocking on the door of a cute little house. When Chuck first answered the door he thought you three were playing a joke when Dean introduced y’all. He still thought it was a joke when you showed him the arsenal in Baby’s trunk. It wasn’t until Dean said his last name and you switched your eyes to black did he believe you.

You found yourself with Sam and Dean, in Chuck’s quaint home that was littered with empty beer bottles.

“Oh, you’re still there!” Chuck jumped when he turned around to you three.

“Yup.”

“You’re not a hallucination?”

“Nope.” Dean popped the p while standing there irritated.

Soon, Chuck went on a rant that he was a cruel and capricious God. He kept detailing almost every awful thing that happened to the boys and then asked them if they truly lived through certain events.

“And you,” Chuck steered his gaze towards you. “All those nightmares about hell and then to find Dean cheating on you with an angel no less!”

You couldn’t stop Chuck from revealing your secrets, but the murderous look on your face told him that he made a big mistake.

“I’m sorry, I…I…I forgot he didn’t know yet.” Chuck immediately apologized. He knew your powers could get out of control if you were extremely emotional and he didn’t want to be a target.

Too bad for Chuck, you were embarrassed and pissed. The boys were looking at you with pity and you needed to get out of there fast. You stormed out the house, ignoring Dean’s pleas and when you slammed the door you sent objects flying off the shelves with your powers.

Dean gripped Chuck by the collar, upset with him for revealing his big mistake but more upset that he knew he just broke whatever he had with you.

Sam pulled him back, even though all he wanted to do was punch Dean himself. “C’mon dude, let him go.”

After everything settled down, Chuck explained what he was writing next. He told the brothers that he wrote himself into the book confronted by his characters.

You were pacing down the sidewalk, trying to rid yourself of the anger when the boys came out. Sam threw you an apologetic look before he got into the Impala.

Dean reached for your hand, but you moved to escape his reach and he knew right then he lost you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Not now. I just wanna figure out how Chuck is doing what he does and do a bit of laundry, ok?” You kept your gaze hard, you didn’t want Dean to know he had this much of an affect on you. He shooked his head yes and dropped the topic. Dean knew better than to push your buttons when you’re already pissed.

At the laundromat, Dean was reading the transcript that Chuck gave him. He was exactly describing the scene before you. It captured your irritated bitch face and Sam’s brooding shoulders.

Needing some space from Dean you exited the laundromat, but not too long after Dean followed you.

“What did Shurley mean by nightmares?” Dean asked barely above a whisper. He knew it was better to ease into his infidelity instead of jumping in.

Not making eye contact with your boyfriend, you fumbled with the bracelet he gave you. “When you came back, I started having nightmares. They started once we slept in the bed together. At first, I didn’t know what they were, but soon I figured out it was your time in hell. I saw everything, Dean!” Tears were streaming down your face.

“I saw how Alistair cut into you and tortured you. How he would use my face, Sam’s, and Bobby’s, to mess with you. I saw and felt everything! I felt your joy when you took Alastair’s deal and jumped off the rack to put bodies on and torture.”

Dean’s adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to contain his own tears. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You wiped away a tear and gave Dean a dry laugh. “Because I was trying to do the healthy thing and let you tell me on your own time. I didn’t want to make you talk until you were ready. But it turns out you just didn’t want to talk to me. I should’ve known better. Eventually, you couldn’t wait on me any longer and you would go back to your usual type.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N I did not sleep with Anna because we haven’t had sex yet or because she’s supposedly my type.”

“Then why?”

Dean hung his head in guilt and licked his lips before he answered. “Because she got it. She told me she knew about what happened in hell and I shouldn’t blame myself. Y/N, I thought if I told you I would lose you forever and I can’t bear the thought without you in my life.”

This time you made no attempt to wipe away your tears. You looked at Dean through blurry eyes and replied with venom in your voice. “Well, great job Winchester, you just lost me.”

Each of you stared at the other, mourning the loss of your relationship. Sam came out the laundromat and looked guilty for interrupting the intimate moment. “Ummm, Chuck called he said there’s an emergency.”

Grateful for the interruption, you ran to grab your laundry and went to Baby. When you met up with Chuck, he told you that Lilith was coming and she and Sam were going to have sex in ”…throes of fiery demonic passion.” Ugh, disgusting!

It turned out that Lilith is not possessing a child anymore and was now a dental hygienist. Well, at least according to Chuck she was hot.

Sam laughed at the idea of him and Lilith together, but Dean didn’t find it funny. I’m fact, he took Chuck’s transcript as a ‘what not to do’. There’s was no research for Sam, no bacon cheeseburger for Dean , no fighting between the brothers, and no refereeing for you. But all that went to hell. The waitress accidentally gave Dean the wrong burger, the boys managed to argue in a calm manner, and you still ended up getting in the middle while scrolling through your phone.

All three of you had your own mission to avoid Chuck’s vision. Sam had to stay locked up in the motel room, Dean had to park his car to avoid driving around in it all day, and you had to stay away from your father, which should be easy.

After Dean left you and Sam in the motel room, Sam tried to get you to talk about your feelings and he even gave you the puppy-dog eyes, but you couldn’t do it. So, you left the room and somehow ended up at a park bench.

Suddenly you felt an unwanted presence next to you. You were about to pull out your gun, but someone gripped your wrist before you could. That someone was your demon father.

“How did you find me?”

“I was monitoring your power usage, since someone doesn’t call.” He nudged your shoulder.

Rolling your eyes, you scooted further away from him. “Maybe someone would call you if you didn’t murder their mother and try to make them lead a demon army.”

“You got a point. But I’m here to talk.” He gave you a fatherly pat on your knee. “Before Alistair untimely death due to your boyfriend and his brother.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame he died before his time,” you dramatically rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, before he died he told me that a certain Winchester slept with that fallen angel. And as a father, I’m trying my hardest not to rip his throat out.” Your father’s eyes flashed to black for a millisecond.

It must’ve been keeping your emotions bottled up, because you ended up sobbing in your father’s lap. Despite being a demon, your father was soothing and held you.

For a moment, you believed you two were a regular father and daughter until a ping from your phone brought you back to reality. Dean texted you, saying that you needed to come back to the motel room ASAP.

“Winchester calls and you just drop everything and go running, huh?” Your father was angry at how fast you moved for Dean.

“You has to ruin the moment. Just don’t bother contacting me anymore.” You were walking away when your dad left you with one parting statement.

“It’s inevitable, Y/N. We’ll break all the seals and you’ll be fighting on our side one way or another. Stop tricking yourself into thinking you’re a hunter or a conduit of good. Hell, Dean even slept with a literal angel before you. Maybe he knows deep down that someday you’ll reach your true demonic potential.”

Anxiety, fear, and tears suffocated your throat. Your dad said all the things you feared ever since you met the Winchesters. Not trusting your voice, you flipped the bird at your dad.

By the time you got back, Sam and Dean were arguing. Supposedly, Chuck was a prophet and everything he writes comes true. Oh, you guys were screwed. Dean was bent on leaving town before Lilith got there, but Sam wanted to take the opportunity and fight.

The fight was getting bad, Dean brought up how Sam’s been using his psychic powers to kill Alistair and you took that as your cue to leave the room. Sometimes it was best not to get in the middle of their fights.

Leaning against Baby and drinking some water, you were contemplating your life with the Winchesters when Dean came storming out the room.

“Sam’s stuck on staying?”

Dean wiped down his face in frustration. “Yeah. He’s just ugh.” Dean finally took in your demeanor and noticed the puffiness of your eyes. He reached to grab your hand and this time you didn’t pull away.

“I’m gonna take a guess here, according to Chuck, you should’ve met with your demonic daddy. How that go?”

“Surprisingly good. He threatened to rip your throat out and I might just take him up on that. Then, he had to rant on about my silly demonic potential. You know the usual stuff.” You waved your hand in dismissal.

Dean opened up hid mouth to apologize, but you stopped him. “I don’t need your apology. After this I’m gonna go to Bobby’s and help him find out how to stop the breaking of the seals.”

The fluttering of angel wings broke the uneasy silence between you and Dean after your declaration. Dean begged his angelic friend to find some way to interfere, but Cas claimed it was fate. However, in so many words Castiel suggested we get Chuck near Lilith and an archangel would come.

With the threat of getting shot, Chuck complied with the plan and you guys succeeded. Lilith smoked out of her meat suit and Sam was saved.

Immediately you grabbed your duffle bag and your car keys. You felt a tug on your bag before you could throw it in the trunk.

“I’m not gonna apologize again because I know you don’t want to hear it now and I’m not gonna beg you to stay with me, because you deserve better. Just please let me know when you get to Bobby’s.” Although, Dean didn’t say those words, his green eyes did. You could feel his apology but you didn’t want to accept it, you were still angry at him and yourself.

Swallowing back some tears, you gave Dean a head nod and continued to pack up. Once you got settled into your driver’s seat is when you finally replied to your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend. “Thanks. I’ll let you know when I make it. And umm,” you were fiddling with your keys to rid yourself of your nervous energy. “I’m gonna use this time to figure out want I wanna do with our relationship, k.”

Dean slowly smiled at his chance to earn you back. “That all I can ask for sweetheart.”

You pull out of the parking lot and kept your eyes in the rear view mirror to look at Dean until he disappeared from your view.

#black!reader #dean winchester x black!reader #dean x black!reader #spnfamily #spn fanfic #supernatural fandom #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #spnfandom #spn #dean winchester x you #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #chuck supernatural #chuck shurley

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avarice

Rated T, Mammon x MC.

was he greedy for wanting to own another person?

thank you @dat-bi-bitch for the prompt!

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Love was a funny thing.

He’d think among all his brothers, Asmo would be the one who most understood love. The narcissistic fifth-born didn’t seem to have any problems fawning over himself.

But he knew that Asmo’s self-indulgence was empty; spoken words that did nothing but offer hollow promises. It had been so many, many years since they fell from the Celestial Realm. Maybe his brother missed his seat as the former Jewel of the Heavens.

Didn’t they all, in a way, long for the simpler days of their youth? He couldn’t quite remember what his past was like, though. Had he always been this way? Had he always felt this deep-seated urge to steal, to take, to swindle?

He whispered into the ears of unknowing sinners, pulling them by a cord into the haven of liars and thieves. Throughout the centuries, humans had fallen prey to his sin – greed for wealth, for power, for a better future.

It was human instinct to desire. Without greed, there was no impetus for improvement. But that same thirst for knowledge, for betterment, was also the very reason that mortals were banished from the Garden of Eden.

They were not supposed to dally with these humans any more than they had to. Angels and demons were concepts, ideas twisted into a physical form so that mortals could comprehend their meaning – in a way, they almost weren’t real.

So, this feeling that bloomed in his heart when he looked at her didn’t make sense at all. It was like the murmur that’d grip his chest when he saw an item left unguarded, almost begging him to reach out and claim it as his own.

But he was unused to this being directed at someone rather than something. He wondered if this was his greed instructing him to keep an eye on what belonged to him. After all, he was her first demon. The first among his seven brothers to make a pact with her. In a way, that marked her as his possession, so maybe that was why it felt so uncomfortable watching her interact with the rest of them.

Belongings should just stay in their place and wait quietly for their owner to return. They shouldn’t have any wills or thoughts of their own. They shouldn’t have a mind too inquisitive or a curiosity too insatiable for their own good. And they definitely shouldn’t be keeping him up at three in the morning, making him wonder about the differences between greed and love.

What was love if not a more complex form of greed? If he asked her, would she be able to give him the answer?

He sighed. She was only a human. What would she be able to tell him, a demon who had existed for untold millennia? If he didn’t know the answer, she probably wouldn’t either. And he was uncomfortable with the idea of discussing his sin with anyone besides himself.

It was easier to let everyone think he was nothing more than greed personified. The same way it was easier for his brothers to all keep performing their roles, unquestioning and unquestionable. The moment they started doubting who they were and the meaning behind their existences, things got complicated.

The last thing he wanted to be was complicated.

Complicated was when he started butting in whenever the human spent a little too much alone time with any of his brothers. Complicated was when Asmo pulled him aside and told him to stop trying to mark his territory like a dog in heat. Complicated was when even Beel mentioned, in his offhand, oblivious way, that he was trying way too hard to monopolise her attention.

He knew it himself. He didn’t need his brothers to point that out for him. And he hated it.

Maybe things would have been easier if this exchange programme never took place, and they could continue carrying out their duties as the Seven Princes of Hell. Why did they have to be all buddy-buddy with humans, anyway?

They were demons. They tempted people. They devoured souls and tortured sinners for the rest of eternity. They were not friends.

And yet he found himself doubting his feelings and the way he thought. He didn’t want to hurt her, reckless and naïve as she was. Mostly because Lucifer had threatened him with bodily injury if so much as a single hair on her head was harmed. But with time he had grown to care for her, even without the first-born’s directions.

Why did he care? Because she was his possession? Because he did have feelings for her, feelings that were forbidden and unexplainable? None of them knew love, not really. Not even Asmo, who was the Avatar of Lust and arguably the most likely to understand what such an emotion entailed.

“Mammon?” He looked up at the sound of his name. She was walking into the kitchen, her hand covering her mouth as she yawned, and he closed the door of the fridge. He wasn’t sure why he bothered to look in there anyway. Beel had managed to clean out everything before he went to sleep.

“You’re up late.” So was he, but he was a demon. She wasn’t. Humans needed their sleep, didn’t they? They were mortal. And mortals were so much weaker, so much more fragile than he was.

He wasn’t sure what was worse, the thought that he could snap her like a twig if he wanted to, or knowing that if he did love her he’d have to live with the fact that one day she’d pass on and leave him behind.

At least greed was a familiar face. Love? It was terrifying.

“I was thirsty.” She walked to the rack of dishes, grabbing her cup. It was pink with cartoon sheep drawn all over it – a gift from Belphie, the first of his many attempts to apologise for killing her.

One wouldn’t look at them now and think there was ever any bad blood between them. His lip curled at the thought. “Maybe you should keep a pitcher in your room or something. Then you won’t have to keep coming down to the kitchen.”

“That’s a good idea,” she hummed, her voice still slightly drowsy from sleep. “Thanks, Mammon. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Hey.” His mouth moved before he could stop himself. “What do you think love is? Like…well, you’re human, right? And love is one of those big things ya humans are always talking about. What’s so great about it?”

She paused. The only sound in the kitchen was that of water pouring from the kettle. She was the only one in the House of Lamentation who boiled water before she drank it. They’d told her that it was unnecessary, that the water was magicked to ensure that it was safe for human consumption. But still, she continued to do so.

Old habits die hard, she explained. And doing this reminds me of home.

“I guess love isn’t something demons would think about, huh?” she finally said, putting the kettle down. “What with you being immortal beings and everything.”

He shrugged. The less he said, the better. He didn’t want her thinking he had gone soft, or that he was feeling sentimental, or that he was in love with her. He wasn’t. Or at least, he didn’t think he was.

“Love is one of those things movies have conditioned us to view as the ultimate goal, I think. But they’re not exactly wrong.” She took a sip from her sheep-covered cup. He always wondered why Belphie chose that particular design. “I think love really can motivate people to do great things. Look at all those stories of human mothers who have fought bears or moved cars to save their children.”

“Hmm.” He considered. “Have you fallen in love before?”

“I love my family and friends. And all of you. You’re my friends,” she answered, peeking at him over the edge of her cup. She was avoiding his question.

He let it go. It was late. He was tired, and for once, he wasn’t in the mood to be his usual persistent self. “You should go back to bed. If you get up late Lucifer will kill me.”

She nodded. “You too, Mammon.” She finished her water and rinsed her cup in the sink, placing it back on the rack.

He sighed and closed his eyes. It had been a long night. He simply couldn’t get to sleep – it would have been tempting to ask Belphie for help, but for some reason, after seeing her drink from the cup the seventh-born gave her, he just wasn’t in the mood to talk to his younger brother.

Anyway, Belphie wouldn’t appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night. He had done so enough times to know that was a mistake.

“Let’s go back to our rooms.” She reached for him, taking his hand. Her fingers were warm, and he wondered why he didn’t immediately pull away. “I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but you have to get some rest too.”

He allowed her, the weak, fragile human that made her home in a den of wolves, to pull him up the stairs and back to his door. She stayed and waited until he let himself back into his room, smiling at him as she waved goodbye.

He closed the door behind her, not wanting to remember the look on her face.

Things were so much easier when he was just Mammon, the Avatar of Greed. Being a demon meant not having to think about anything beyond his scope of work. Mortals were greedy – they didn’t mind upsetting the balance of the world if it meant that they would benefit, and he was tired of listening to their wishes.

But maybe, just maybe, she was the one mortal he didn’t mind putting up with.

#mammon obey me #mammon x mc #obey me #obey me shall we date

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The Other Side

Summary: Anti’s bored, and he does terrible things when he’s bored. Virgil just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So the heroes have to save the day, without roughing Anxiety up too much in the process.

Encore: Right Here, Right Now

   Virgil lived with Deceit and Remus, and he hated every part of it. The place they stayed at was in one of the worst parts of town, and they’d been living there for over a year now. It was never warm enough. Deceit’s first order of business when acquiring the place was to get his hands on a number of heaters and keep the room they slept in warm. But unless you were in that room, it was freezing.

   So Virgil walked out of the apartment in normal clothing and hung around King’s Park, just crowd watching. He had his headphones in and his hood drawn up.

   His favorite thing about the park was that if you wanted to be left alone, people left you alone. Except for the hiccup with Yan and the police one night, even Dark’s enforcers and network stayed out of the park. It helped Virgil feel like he had some type of privacy.

   He stayed at the park for a while, and when he finally got hungry, went for a walk to figure out what he wanted, making sure to go in costume so that people would keep leaving him alone.

   Something that turned into a bad idea when he heard the sound of a power box on top of the radio arching. Virgil looked back to see Anti scratching his claws against the electrical box, Natemare was standing next to him with a bag in his hands. Both of the chaotic villains were smiling at him.

   Anti was the one who spoke, “Hey, kid, where’s yer old man?”

   “I’m not a kid,” Virgil spat back, trying to get away from the edge of the roof. He was preparing to summon his spider legs to escape. Maybe he could get back to Dark’s area.

   “Can’t fly can ye?” Anti took the bag from Natemare, and the other glitch demon turned into electricity and slipped back into the wires of the electrical box, a smile still on his face as he vanished.

   “I can cling to walls, I don’t need to fly,” Anxiety trying to sound tough even though his heart was beating almost out of control.

   “Good,” Anti smiled. “Yah know, Dark’s usually really tight-lipped about the stuff his boys collect fer ‘im, but he must have gotten wasted because he was carryin’ this . . .”

   Anti pulled out what looked like an MP3 player but it looked like something that was probably cursed. “. . .  Around like he was proud of it. An’ I figured ye should have it.”

   “I’m not touching that,” Virgil snapped. “It looks like it’ll possess me. Why would you even give me that thing?”

   Anti shrugged and the thing went up into a string of code, “Cause it’ll make him furious, an’ he won’t let me get close enough to his desk ta piss in his coffee.”

   “Then why give it to me, he’ll just think I took it,” Virgil argued.

   Walking over, Anti tried to set his hand on Anxiety’s shoulder. Virgil ducked away immediately.

   “Why so nervous, guess ye live up to yer name, huh Anx?” Anti laughed. “Well, I’ll see if I can pawn it off to some third rate drug dealer, that’ll flip the town on its head.”

   “Yeah, just keep that thing away from me,” Anxiety sprouted out his spider legs and just left, trying to get as far from Anti as possible, and was surprised when no one was following him. So, eager to calm down he grabbed a quiet spot of roof with enough of a protection for him to sit on and lean against, he put in his earphones again.

   He was listening to some MCR at first and it was helping, but slowly in the background static began to build and Virgil was getting sleepy.

   It wasn’t until he collapsed onto the ground in a head that Virgil realized something was wrong with him. The world seemed fuzzy and he could barely move his eyes.

   His panic got worse when Anti appeared in front of him, smiling. Natemare was next to him, holding the MP3 player, hooked up to his own ears.

   “Yah know, I think yah got a good head on your shoulders, taking somethin’ from me would’a been a dumb idea,” Anti smiled as he took the player from Natemare but was careful to still keep the headphones in Natemare’s ears. “Shouldn’ta let us walk off with it, though.”

   Virgil could feel he was crying as the static in his head began to build, it was getting harder to think, harder to breathe. Anxiety couldn’t even blink anymore, his eyes were just staring at Anti.

   “So let’s have some fun, it’s been ages since I’ve had a puppet,” Anti grinned and pressed something on the MP3 and Virgil’s body stood up of its own volition. “You’ll love it, N. It’s the best.”

   Virgil was mentally shaking because his body refused to as Anti tossed Natemare the MP3, the other glitch demon was smiling.

   For the heroes it was a normal day of patrols, and Logan coming in and out of their routine. All Logan would say was that he was conducting research as a favor to the Host and if he needed assistance, Logan or the Host would ask.

   Logan was with Eric and Randall, keeping his watch on them more than anything else.

   “At this rate, you’ll make it full time,” Logan smiled, talking to Eric.

   “R-Really?” Eric smiled hopefully.

   “Your control has greatly improved,” Logan praised.

   “Hey, what’d I tell yah,” Randall grinned.

   Eric smiled warmly, and then looked back down the street before he paled, pointing, “Uh, guys?”

   Logan and Randall looked down the street, but it looked completely normal.

   “What do you see?” Logan braced to grab his TASER.

   “My dad,” Eric looked like he was about to vomit or curl up into a ball in sheer terror.

   “Eric, he’s dead,” Randall reminded.

   Eric took a fearful step back and Logan finally saw something, but it wasn’t Derek. Suddenly Logan was alone on a stage with bright lights shining down at him. Everything felt wrong, like he’d been forced to down five cups of coffee, each with about three shots of espresso, one right after the other. He could see a couple wrinkles and old stains on his favorite button-down shirt and tie.

   “Thomas Sanders,” a disembodied voice in the darkness called out before Logan was hit with a string of trivia. Some he could answer, others he couldn’t. Every wrong answer or even slightly incorrect one was met by a harsh sounding buzzer. It barely took three questions before Logan realized he’d been caught in Anxiety’s fear powers, how he’d been caught so flatfooted was beyond him.

   The whole ordeal was a little too frustrating and taxing on Logan, and the situation seemed to be already spiraling out of control.

   “You’re not real,” Logan tried to fight the illusion, but it felt like he was hitting a brick wall with nothing but his bare fists. As if he knew it was fake, could see a way out, but he couldn’t free himself by just denying it.

   Logan kept repeating it, trying to find some crack in Anxiety’s fear illusion. Then, a hand rested on his shoulder. “Lo.”

   Logan turned around to see Patton, who looked like he was about to crumple into a terrified heap himself. “Sorry.”

   “For?” Logan began before he was knocked out by something behind him. The logical side falling to the ground in a heap.

   He woke up an indeterminate amount of time to the sounds of someone arguing. It gave him an instant migraine and he groaned in pain. “Where are Randall and Eric?” Logan asked immediately.

   “Oh look, now he’s awake,” Roman said. “They’re sleeping their ordeal off.”

   “No thanks to you,” Logan groaned, holding his head. His vision was swimming could someone obtain some painkillers and water.”

   “Yeah,” Patton said, “give me a minute.”

   Roman opened his mouth, but Logan cut him off.

   “You will wait until my headache has abated,” Logan ordered. “Or I will not listen.”

   “Fine,” Roman responded grumpily. He was given a little respite to relax and massage his temples.

   When he signaled, Roman began, taking a deep breath before letting out a long rant, “Virgil used his fear powers to blanket half the town in a crazed fear spell and now he’s using it to take over the town. This proves he’s evil and needs to be stopped. See this is why we don’t trust villains because they betray, and-or kill us, and really we should have seen this coming. Patton doesn’t believe me, and I need you to talk sense into him.”

   Logan just stared at him, waiting to see if he was actually done or not. Then he looked around. “Iplier I need a scientific explanation.”

   Roman groaned, “Come on, Lo.”

   “Dude, your friend is whack and took out half the city in a gnarly fear trip,” Bing interrupted.

   Logan groaned, “I was talking to the Doctor, I’d rather have Roman’s explanation than that one.”

   “It was pretty cool though,” Roman praised, offering a fist bump and Bing’s fist tapped his. Dr. Iplier was coming over to explain the situation in terms Logan could understand without a headache

    “S’no problemo dude, glad you liked it,” Bing smiles. “But, uh, Anxiety’s probably not working alone.”

   “Explain,” Logan turned back to Bing.

   “So, I went to scout out what was going on, ‘cause the magic whatever doesn’ work on droids like me and Googs, but Anxiety was with Natemare an’ Anti,” Bing rambled. “So I got out of there, they totally didn’t see me.”

   He was with both of ‘em?” Logan asked.

   Yeah, it was super weird, dude was just staring out into space,” Bing reported.

   “Do you have any video logs on the subject?” Logan demanded. Bing nodded and hooked up the closest Ipad anyone had on hand as he began to play a short clip of Anxiety standing in front of Anti and Natemare, the two of them talking as Anxiety was just staring. Standing unnaturally still.

   “That’s a bit creepy, even for him,” Roman admitted.

   “Something’s wrong with him,” Patton cut in. “Normally he doesn’t have good posture but his back’s like a piece of plywood.”

   “Hold up a sec,” Iplier interrupted, and rushed to the door that contained both his and Henrik’s side offices. “Hey, Henrik, get out here, I need your opinion on something.”

   It took a minute, but Henrik was walking out with Iplier, the two of them talking quietly.

   Once the German doctor was standing with the group he looked at the clip, his frown becoming a tight, worried line, “Zat is not gud.”

   “What?” Edward asked his friend.

   Henrik took the recording back a couple seconds and pointed to Virgil. “He is copying Anti.”

   “Is this a possession thing?” Dr. Iplier asked. “Anti can still do that right?”

   “He’s what?” Patton exclaimed, bringing back Logan’s headache. “What are we going to do? We can’t leave him like that.”

   “Patton, don’t scream,” Logan rubbed at his temples.

   “This is awful,” Patton took the Ipad, looking heartbroken. “He must be so scared. What can we do to stop Anti?”

   “Well, a little nap usually helps,” Henrik admitted. “But he might not like us after’vard.”

   “But he’ll be free, that’s good, right, Roman?” Patton turned to him.

   Roman hesitated, but after looking at Patton and then the Ipad, he sighed, “Yeah, Mopey Frown doesn’t deserve it.”

   “That doesn’t explain what we’re going to do?” Dr. Iplier. “If it was just Anti and Natemare would could probably send a couple guys and have Logan use an EMP bomb.”

   The American doctor turned to Logan, “Do you still have one?”

   “Yes,” Logan admitted hesitantly. “But Anxiety is purely organic, and even if he wasn’t the range on them is too close. I would become consumed by his abilities.”

   “What about Emile?” Bing spoke up. “You guys and King said Em’s got some kind of emotional empathy power like Patton, you just need to see him. Stand five blocks away on a rooftop.”

   Patton made an uncomfortable noise, “Yeah, but Anxiety doesn’t like Emile, and Em can’t really do anything if the person’s fighting him. Anxiety’s gonna fight us on every word. Emile’s a bit of a squishy target. Can’t really fight against either Anti or Natemare.”

   “You know who can though,” Roman’s face lit up. He looked over at Logan with a huge smile, leaning in closer to him.

   Logan groaned. “Fine, if we must.”

   “We kinda do,” Roman’s grin didn’t go away, it only got wider.

   “Don’t pretend you hate it,” Roman told Logan. “I know you like being Remy.”

   “So you two are going to fuse?” Bing asked.

   “Yes,” Roman summoned and iced coffee. “Hold this for me, we’re going to want it in a bit. Don’t drink it.”

   “You got it bro,” Bing promised.

   Quickly Roman pulled Logan into the main area and was still all smiles as the creative Side held both hands up to snap his fingers and the space around them shifted. A twenty foot area around them turned into an old fashioned pub and Logan was now sporting a white button-down shirt and a black vest. Roman in a red vest that wasn’t buttoned.

   “Let’s get started,” Roman smiled.

   “I won’t cut out halfway into the song again,” Logan warned. “I still have a headache.”

   “Oh, I’m counting on it Specs,” Roman smiled. “I wouldn’t dare stop a show tune halfway.”

   Roman snapped his fingers as music began coming from the very room around them.

~::~ One Hour Later ~::~

   Silver and Jackie were walking down Main St. with Remy walking behind them. The fused Side’s sunglasses over his eyes, drinking his iced coffee.

   “So you two coming with me?” Remy asked.

   “As soon as Anxiety’s done, we’ll take care ‘a the demons,” Jackie promised.

   “Nice, I’m not exactly demon proof,” Remy smile, taking his still free hand and snapped his fingers at Jackie.

   Remy set his coffee on top of the closest and safest surface. “Let’s do this,” the fused Side yelled. “Anx won’t stop himself.”

   With that Remy stepped into the start of the fear bubble, as the other heroes had taken to calling it, that part of the city was in various states of disrepair. The people trapped in this part had either been rescued or were still causing destruction. Remy felt Virgil’s powers trying to affect him but with two different minds and two different fears, it seemed like it was having a hard time locking onto Remy himself.

   Remy did try and knock out as many people as he could, just so they couldn’t keep harming themselves or others. He tried to put them in safe locations. The rest of the heroes could clean up behind him.

   It didn’t take long to find Anxiety, neither the glitch demons or Virgil were exactly trying to hide.

   “Hey crawler,” Anti caled out time Virgil. “You missed one.”

   Virgil turned as if he’d been jolted and Remy could see the panic on Virgil’s face. A panic that seemed to become more frantic when he saw Remy. “No. No. No. No.”

   Oh, he looks bad. Roman thought.

   Indeed, we need to make this quick. Logan agreed.

   “Hey, Anx,” Remy greeted, sand already appearing at his fingertips. He was trying to keep calm and keep a pin on where Anti and Natemare were. “You look like you could use a nap.”

   Anxiety’s spider limbs shot out and his hands went up. He took a fearful step back.

   Anti snatched the MP3 from Natemare’s hands. “Where do ye think yer goin’ huh?”

   “Hey,” Natemare snapped at him, but Anti was messing with it and Virgil took a jolted step forward.

   The exchange didn’t go unnoticed by Remy or Logan immediately started studying Virgil.

   Now! Logan commanded and Remy smiled. Then he bolted for Virgil who looked even more terrified than before.

   “Come on, V for Vendetta, work with me here,” Remy quipped, trying to get close enough to him to grab at the headphones still in his ears.

   Virgil dodges, which both Remy and Roman thought was unfair someone with huge spider legs could still be so agile. “No, get away from me,” Anxiety shouted back, he stuck a leg in a piece of metal, probably from a car or a newspaper box and flung it at Remy.

   The fusion barely dodged in time, and it almost hit Anti.

   “Hey, watch it!” Anti hissed.

   Remy glanced back, “Well that works too.”

   Virgil kept throwing things at him, bits of rubble, pieces of smoking rubber, rocks, metal; and Remy kept dodging, trying get Anti and Natemare hit in the process.

   It turned out that the fusion got to Virgil before the other villains could get hit. Remy tackled Virgil and panicked Side was trying to throw Remy back off.

   “No, get off me,” Virgil was in a sheer panic and Remy reached up and grabbed the headphones off, knocking Virgil out with his sleep sand instantly. Anxiety slumping to the ground as the fear effects dissipated almost instantly.

   “Shoot,” Anti frowned, walking towards Remy. “Well that was fun at least.”

   “Woah, back it up, jazz,” Remy warned, standing between Virgil and the two glitch demons.

   “Nah, he was gettin’ borin’ anyways,” Anti smiled, “Hey, interested in a cursed artifact?”

   Jackie ran in at full speed, blinging fast with his super speed and slammed his fist into the glitch demon, screaming at the top of his lungs the instant he made contact. Anti violently fractured, but Jackie was now holding the destroyed MP3 player that the two glitch demons had been using.

   The speedster cursed and looked around, spiking the device to the ground. Remy was quick to scoop the thing into his pocket and grab Virgil, pulling his arm over his shoulder. “Hey, I got Wednesday Adams,” Remy quipped. “Let’s split.”

   “Pass him,” Silver flew over and Remy let the other superhero take the unconscious Anxiety and fly away with him.

   “Take him to Iplier, he trusts him,” Remy ordered before turning to Jackieboy Man who was trying to take on Anti while trying to avoid Natemare.

   “Come on, Lo,” Remy muttered as he pulled the arm of his jacket up, Logan’s arm brace firmly strapped onto his wrist. “Tell me you calibrated it.”

   Remy pressed a couple buttons, using Logan’s memories of the device to time up an EMP blast and grabbed onto of the fake bombs out of his pocket before rushing into the fight and throwing the thing at the two villains. It exploded on contact.

   Anti and Natemare screamed and then they were gone. Jackie held his hands up, his nose bleeding and a bit disorientated from the light that had come from the fake EMP bomb.

   “They gone?” Jackieboy asked.

   “For now,” Remy agreed, holding his own heart. “I’m surprised it got both of them in one go.

   Remy and Jackie spent some time with the authorities and the EMT’s, Silver and some of the other heroes arrived to help. Virgil had been dropped off with Iplier, still unconscious from Remy’s sleep sand. After the situation was manageable, the heroes headed back to the base. Mostly to relax, Remy immediately headed over to the medical ward where Ipler and Patton were, tending to a still-unconscious Virgil.

   “How’s he doing?” Remy asked.

   “You really knocked him out,” Iplier admitted, “but his vitals are stable.”

   “Good,” Remy relaxed. “He’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up.”

   “Hopefully not,” Patton whispered. “But he’ll probably be confused when he wakes up. I’m gonna make some cinnamon rolls”

   “Sounds great, Patt-attack,” Remy lowered his glasses to the end of his nose. “How you doing? Wasn’t any time to ask earlier.”

   “I’m good,” Patton smiled.

   “Good,” the fused side asked. “How’s Em?”

   “Doing well,” Patton’s smile got wider.

   “Hey, am I ever going to actually meet Em?” Remy asked.

   “As much as I’d like to, I can’t,” Patton looked away.

   “A guy’s gotta try,” Remy shrugged, and snapped his fingers over Virgil. The petty thief’s nose twitched, and he groaned. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

   Virgil’s eyes immediately shot open and his eyes started to look between Patton and Remy. He screamed and bolted off the table.

   “Calm down, we didn’t arrest you,” Remy pushed his glasses up his nose in a Logan-esque manner.

   “Did you need to wake him up so abruptly?” Patton frowned, crossing his arms in disapproval.

   “Where am I?” Virgil demanded.

   “My office,” Iplier interrupted. “The heroes brought you here to recover so you wouldn’t have the news poking at you while you slept.”

   “Uhh,” Anxiety looked around, calmed by the fact he clearly wasn’t in handcuffs. “Thanks. I’ll just go.”

   “You’re in the Heroes’ base,” Remy reminded, using Roman’s creativity powers to summon himself up a new frappuccino. “Prolly don’t wanna just walk out there just yet.”

   “What?” Virgil balked.

   Remy slurped noisily at his frappe. “Yeah.”

   “I thought I wasn’t under arrest?” Anxiety reminded.

   “You’re not,” Patton agreed.

   “Haven’t even been read your rights,” Remy cut in. “Certainly can’t keep you here without cause since you obviously didn’t want to be there.”

   “So, I can go,” Anxiety stood up.

   “Let me level with you,” Remy grabbed a chair and sat down. “You know what I am, right?”

   “That’s a stupid question,” Virgil told him. “Of course I do.”

   “Then you know I speak from experience when I say you’re in every position to start making deals,” Remy told him. “Stay, talk a bit, and then if you still want Patt and I can walk you out so no one bothers you.”

   “Why should I believe you?” Virgil spat.

   “Because I’m not Dee,” Remy took another sip of his coffee. “Sides, Logan says your chances are good either way you take it.”

   “So what do you guys want?” Virgil asked, sounding suspicious.

   “Well,” Patton cut in. “You could join us.”

   Anxiety just stared at him, a little surprised laugh slipping out of him, “Excuse me? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

   “Anx, do you wanna spend the rest of your life trailing after Dee and Remus, cleaning up their messes?” Remy leaned in. “Cause that’s what you’re gonna be doing. If you’re really happy with being part of the League then commit and do it, don’t go off and rescue people and then claim to still be one of them.”

   “Remy, be nice,” Patton warned.

   Virgil was quiet, looking uncomfortable.

   “Anx, pardon Rem,” Patton pleaded. “We don’t want you hurt. And I couldn’t stand to see Anti using you like that.”

   “What do you care?” Virgil spat back. “Like you three ever cared, I got stiffed with the box and you three were too busy goofing off help me.”

   “I regret that every day,” Patton started tearing up. “That I didn’t say something to you first, but I don’t wanna see you keep getting hurt. Logan doesn’t either.”

   “Neither does Roman,” Remy interrupted.

   Virgil glared at him.

   Remy held up his hands, “I can’t turn back into them right now to give Ro a chance to prove it to you. All I can do is ask you to give us time to prove it. Please.”

   The hostility in Virgil’s eyes started to soften. It took him a bit to answer, he started playing with his hands for a bit. “I’m not doing patrols, and I don’t do press conferences.”

   “Deal,” Remy looked at Iplier and Patton. “I’ll talk to Silver and Jackie.”

   “Hey, wait,” Virgil’s anxiety spiked. He stood up, “you can’t just do that.”

   “It’ll be fine,” Remy promised, holding the door open for Virgil to step through on his own. A couple leaps of faith.

   Nervously drawing his hood over his face, Virgil followed him and Patton, Iplier bringing up the rear of the group but giving Virgil room to flee and move if he needed to. When they entered the main area of the base, Virgil hid behind Iplier.

   “E’erythin’ okay?” Jackie asked, looking at Anxiety.

   Iplier looked at Virgil, letting Virgil stay behind him. “Yeah, I think so.”

   “Good,” Jackie nodded. “Anxiety, if you’re on the level, welcome to the group. Take a seat, try and relax.”

   Patton smiled at Virgil and went off to go make some cinnamon rolls.

   “Th-Thanks,” Virgil told him, looking around the room. His heart was still hammering out of his chest, but no one was attacking him or yelling at him. Virgil was so calm he’d completely forgotten about the deal he made with Dark weeks ago. Anxiety was just working on calming himself down.

   Later that night, Anti walked out from the Void and in the middle of Dark’s main warehouse, shaking his head to clear some of the residue bits of the EMP black. He was more than a little angry. None of Dark’s enforcers guarding the place stopped him. “Hey, Dinodark!”

   Dark walked out from his office, leaving the door open, a smile on his face as he snapped his neck to his right and straightened out his tie. “Ahh, Anti, you’re alive.”

   “What did that thing actually do?” Anti asked. “I knew yah weren’t paradin’ it around fer shits an’ giggles.”

   “It served its intended purpose,” Dark shrugged. “I have to thank you for being so predictable and helping out. Anxiety drags his feet and I wanted him out of the League.”

   “Well, the hero’s have a new chump working with Logic,” Anti warned. “He had Logic’s tech.”

   “A new apprentice?” Dark mused. “This new hero have a name?”

   “Don’t know, couldn’t be bothered,” Anti shrugged, pulling a knife out. “You owe me, shitbag.”

   “You stole something from me with the intent to harm my network, I owe you nothing,” Dark reminded. “I could have had Anxiety thrown out without your help.”

   “Ye owe me Google fer the next month,” Anti argued.

   Dark scoffed, already turning around before Anti literally snarled and lunged at the greyscaled entity. The two starting a scuffle between two of them. Dark’s enforcers moved out of the way as Dark’s aura clashed with Anti’s knives.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Thomas Sanders #Jacksepticeye #Markiplier #Nathan Sharp #Virgil Sanders #Antisepticeye #Natemare #Logan Sanders #Eric Derekson #Randall Voorhees #Patton Sanders #Roman Sanders #Dr. Iplier #Bingiplier #Remy Sanders #Sleep #Silver Shepherd #Jackieboy Man #Mind Control #fusion #Magical Artifacts #possession #Angst #Fix-It of sorts #Greatest Showman references #SAU fusions

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Amnesia Later: Translation (Part 01)

This is basically just for myself and my friend @saitoswife, but maybe someone else needs it too since I couldnt find any translations. If you know someone, please write me. (Last update: 25.07.2019)

Monologue

This is the story of a certain girl from a certain country in a certain world.

August 1st.

When the girl woke up, all of her memories were lost.

Nearby was a strange boy, Orion, who called himself a spirit.

The spirit Orion said, it was his fault she had lost her memories.

While taking advice from Orion, who declared he'd support her in regaining her memories,  the girl started going through her personal belongings…

After awhile, the relationships of the girl started to become clearer.

And thus, the complexly intertwined motives behind the true reason she had lost her memories began to appear.

Orion had realized it, “I see, so the reason she lost her memories wasn’t because of our collision!”

A human from the organization appeared before the girl struggling to comprehend everything.

The outstretched hand of a demon.

Will her memories ever return completely?

What‘s the reason behind her memory loss?

Is Orion able to protect and save her?

What‘s the destiny holding for Orion and this girl-!?

…

August 10th

Place: Apartment — Your room

Orion: Wouldn’t it be nice if it was that sort of story!

Hey, good morning (y/n). Are you awake?

Hm? Are you still sleepy?

That’s probably because you stayed up late last night for our strategy meeting, huh~

But saying 'Who are you?’ right after you woke up was a pretty severe case of being half-asleep, don’t you think?

You looked out of it so I tried to summarize your current situation simply.

What I just showed you was an outline from August 1st up to today. I’m the sprit Orion. You remember that, right?

What’s with that face?

Some of that wasn’t true? Huh, really? I think everything was pretty accurate.

…

Yes, it was a lie. I‘m sorry.

All the stuff about the hand of a demon and any organization or there being a ’real truth’ behind your amnesia — it was a lie.

It was just an accident.

It was my fault.

Your memories disappeared out of your head because I bumped into your soul.

What I just said, was secretly my wish.

Ahh, it’d be nice if there really was a different reason behind it.

I’d fight to protect you if there was anything from your background that causes trouble.

I’ll guide you with my wisdom, bravery and save you from anything evil!

I can’t touch human things. I can’t be seen by anyone other than you and I can’t talk to anyone either, but…

Ah, a pursuer-! Orion, save me!

…Just kidding.

Well, in actuality, all I can do is investigate around you.

Hah… reality is cruel.

Choices

1) — I’m counting on you. 2) — It’d be nice if you could speak with people, too.

— I’m counting on you

Orion: Ahhh, thanks!

I may not have been much help up until now, but I’m really, really gonna give it my best!

— It’d be nice if you could speak with people, too

Right!

If that was the case, I could gather information for you and go to risky places.

And I could possess those guys who are after you!

end Choices

Orion: Well, I’ve gotta try to do something other than just lamenting about.

What I can do now is support you so you can live safely.

Hey, look at this, it’s the person correlation chart we made yesterday.

After you went to sleep last night I was looking at this by myself and did some thinking.

Yesterday we just took in the situation and got a rough idea of what your relationships are.

Orion: Your parents are somewhere far away and thus absent. You’re living alone, and you don’t have a boyfriend.

You’re especially close with your two childhood friends and your four colleagues from work.

You’re not in the midst of dealing with being injured from an incident. You’re not being bullied by a group of malicious girls.

It doesn’t look like you’ve got a guy with a tragic fate keeping an eye on your life either.

I’ve got a suggestion. How about you pick someone reliable and tell them about your amnesia?

I think that would be the best shortcut to regaining your memories and living a peaceful, normal life.

Anyway, you got work today. I hope you can meet the people you’re close with well enough.

Try to think about who is the most dependable while you’re talking with everyone.

And then you can explain your situation to whoever you think 'That’s the one!’

Ah, but we don’t know if there’s anything going on so we’ll carefully look at the whole state of affairs.

How about it? Do you think it’s risky? Well, take your time thinking it over while you’re working.

All right, change your clothes and let’s gooo!

???: ...Hm?

???: Anyway, I’m sure you went back to sleep after you woke up. You need to fix that. It’s annoying when you’re late to appointments and the like.

Orion: Gee, thanks for the harsh words first thing in the morning.

I’m sure you know, but I’ll explain just in case. This is Shin. He’s your childhood friend.

He’s blunt but he really does worry after you a lot. …Even if he is strict.

I think he’s a trustworthy companion in his own way, so it’d probably be fine if you confided in him.

Shin: What are you staring into space for? You’re worse than usual, not even answering me. Are you still half asleep?

Orion: We’re not really half asleep! We slept very well~

Shin: I wonder why you’ve been acting airheaded around my neighborhood a lot.

You’re such a handful. …You always need to be looked after.

Orion: Hm? That’s a troubling way of saying it.

Is something wrong? Or is he just grumbling about you?

Choices

1) — I’m sorry for acting stupid

2) — What’s wrong?

— I’m sorry for acting stupid

Shin: Why are you apologizing all of a sudden? I don’t get it.

Orion: Huh!? Wasn’t your tone criticizing her just now! No?

Shin: I wasn’t really complaining so you don’t have to apologize.

You’ve always been a handful so don’t worry about it.

Orion: Not a good follow-up to that follow-up hmm…

Shin: Anyway, go already. You won’t make it in time if you don’t.

Orion: Oh, right.

— What’s wrong?

Shin: As soon as I woke up this morning my mom said she was panicking because she forgot to buy rice and bread.

Rice is heavy so she said she thought she’d ask me and then she said the store she usually gets bread from is closed today.

And she said it’s embarrassing to do first thing in the morning so I had to go buy bread.

But of course the convenience store is no good, so she directed me to a place on this street. She said she has points saved up.

Why would you burden others with your own mistakes? I’m going to go where she said anyway.

Orion: Hmm… What do you think?

Even though he’s making that disapproving face, he listened to all that so he’s probably nice, right?

Shin: Why are you and my mom such airheads? Isn’t that inconvenient for yourself?

Orion: … He says too much.

Shin: This isn’t the time for you to just stand around talking. You should go already. You don’t have much time, right?

Orion: Ah, that’s right.”

end Choices

Shin: Later. Take your job seriously.

Orion: Yeah, that too, but we’ve got to work hard at gathering information!”

Place: Maid‘s Sheep — Entrance

Hah, we barely made it, just like Shin said. You were a bit sloppy changing into your uniform.

???: Good morning, (y/n).

We’ve met up at the shop a lot recently. It’s already been what, 6 days in a row? You’re really giving it your all.

I think your fatigue is piling up, though. Look. 

Your headdress is crooked, but it seems like you didn’t even notice. Mind if I fix it?

Orion: Hey now! Don’t try to get close to her all smooth like first thing in the morning!

This perv is your superior here at work and a college senior, Ikki.

This guy is so incredibly popular with girls that he even has a fan club. It’s so bad it seems like a joke.

Anyway, he’s closing in on you fast so react-!

Choices

1) — I’ll fix it myself

2) — Please fix it for me

— I’ll fix it myself

Ikki: You don’t want me to touch your hair? I wouldn’t try and do something else to you under the cover of that, you know?

Orion: That remark itself is dangerous!

— Please fix it for me 

Orion: Heeeey!?

Ikki: …How unexpected. I thought you’d get embarrassed and run away. Is this because you aren’t really aware of me?

Hmm… That’s too bad if so. Oh well.

You have such beautiful hair, I’ve always wanted to touch it…

end Choices

???: That’s enough, Ikkyu.

Orion: That voice is-!

???: Dont get any closer to her than that. The manager wont permit sexual harrassment in the sanctity of the workplace and neither will I.

Ikki: And out comes the Statistics Wonder, mad Kent!

Orion: That’s not right!

This is Kent. He’s your superior at work and a graduate student at Seichi University.

Ikki called him the 'statistics wonder’, but he actually does have that impression. This guy seems like a personification of numerals and theories.

Kent: I won’t allow you to act so shamelessly under my watch, Ikkyu!

Ikki: Hmm? And what right do you have to get in my way?

Kent: I do have that right. The reason being that I was the winner of the 500th mathematics puzzle held the other day

The defeated must obey the winner. That has been proven as a standard throughout history. Therefore, I have the right to interrupt you.

Ikki: Huh… No way, were the results so awful that you’d go that far to declare victory?

Kent: You scored 68 points. Though I feel I may have overly raised the difficulty to commemorate our 500th time.

Let’s make the next one simpler. It’s inevitable that I gave out an unsolvable puzzle for you.

Ikki: Stop that. I’ll wither away if you go easy on me. You really need to come at me seriously.

Kent: Oh, so you say. Well then, for the 501st, I will craft the highest difficulty puzzle as of yet.

Ikki: Likewise, I’m going to ambush you with my full force. I won’t just go along with getting destroyed.

Orion: …500 puzzles produced and returned between these two. They never give up.

As you can see, Ikki and Kent are really good friends.

Both of them aren’t quite normal in some ways, but I don’t think that they’re not trustworthy.

There’s a trick to discussing it with these two. If you did, it might be better to speak with them as a set instead of just one…

Ikki: By the way, (y/n) , what are you going to do about your headdress?

Ikki: Shall I fix it? Or would you like Kent to fix it for you?

Orion: We’re back to talking about that!? Wait, those are your two options!?

Choices

1) — Ikki should do it

2) — Kent should do it

— Ikki should do it 

Ikki: Understood. All right, come here.

Is this the first time I’ve gotten to gaze at you from point blank range?

I’d be happy if you became my captive after this but… How is it? Still not effective?

Orion: HEY- he’s just fixing your headdress, right!?

Kent: You have poor taste, (y/n).

Why would you willingly throw yourself into the tiger’s den?

— Kent should do it

Kent: …What? You want me to fix a girl’s hair ornament? That’s impossible for me. I refuse.

Orion: He would say that…

Ikki: She went to the trouble of naming you personally, so why don’t you just do it? She picked you over me.

Orion: This one’s pouting!

Kent: Generally, touching the hair of a person of the opposite gender can come off as an act of sexual harassment. You’re not agreeable to having me touch you, are you not?

Ikki: Of course she agrees, she asked you to do it, right? Or is it you that doesn’t want to, Ken?

Kent: N-no… That’s not it, I just...

end Choices

???: Looking riled up today.

Ikki: Good morning, Waka.

Kent: Good morning.

Waka: Good morning. Is this everyone for today? Its great  to have everyone present on time.

…Hm? Your headdress is slightly off, (y/n).

You should go fix it at the mirror inside the office so we can continue this conversation.

Orion: Well then, let’s go, (y/n)!

Orion; And~? Did we fix it? ...Yes we did. Ok, let’s go!

The person you just saw, is the manager of this shop.

Everyone, just calls him store manager or they call him by his real name. He’s basically a good person too but...

... what’s his reason for caring a bamboo sword in the first place?

Waka: Hurry up everyone. We can continue chatting later.

I’ll be in the kitchen. Is it okay if you two are the waitresses today, Ikki, (y/n) ?

Ikki: No problem. I think it’s fair if the two of us are working here.

Waka: Also, Kent. I need you in the kitchen. It seems that you’ve came in early and prepared everything already.

Kent: That’s right, store manager. But, I think we got a problem here.

Waka: What is it?

Kent: A large amount of dried basil has arrived instead of fresh basil which was ordered from you.

Fresh basil is out of our kitchen ingredients since yesterday. Which means, today's pasta genovese can’t be made. 

Waka: What... ! Dried basil instead of raw basil... !?

Kent: A similar scenario happened last Monday, but you should’ve been apologizing for your mistake last time already.

It doesn't matter where you’re in charge, but it's painful that you made the same mistake twice in a row. 

If you go to buy fresh basil from now, I want you to at least open it 5 minutes after buying. Therefore I’d like to ask for judgment on this matter.

Waka: ...

...Ngh...

Ikki: ...Manager?

Waka: I really did... the same mistake as two weeks ago ...!

I can’t... I can’t accept that!

Im an unforgivable blunder as a manager of this store ... take this bamboo sword and cut off my bully, as an apology for my behavior!

Orion: He what!?

Ikki: Hold on, manager! I can’t cut off your stomach with a bamboo sword, I’d be in trouble if I did that. 

Kent: Good grief. Sometimes you can’t believe that you’re our manager. But, why aren’t you just apologizing for your mistake?

Waka: Because, there is a shame rankings between the mistakes of the employees or the manager!

I’m the owner of this store, this is unforgivable... ! 

Ikki: But, that’s why this store is popular in Japan. Because we’re a different store. We’re neither a boring coffee store nor a normal maid cafe.

So please stop the habit of trying to cut off your stomach already, oh my.

Kent: Anyway, I’d like to replace today's pasta with another one. It’s reasonable to use less peperoncino in this one.

I could finish the preparation without hesitation. It’s not a big deal. How does that sound, manager?

Waka: ... I can’t fight anymore. I’m trying to be greatly obliged.

Ikki: Since that problem is solved ... Let's open the store for our customers.

Orion: Okay, 6th table got its order!

Ahh, It's hard when they ask for "Today's pot". The clay pot is hot and pretty heavy.

Ikki said he’ll carry them if he has an open hand, but he can’t help us every time.

... but at a coffee shop, why are you offering "today’s pot” anyway? Isn’t this a cafe?

*someone enters*

Orion: Oh, another customer entered! Welcome back ma... huh

??? : Good afternoon. How are you doing?

??? : Heyy! So you and Ikki were in charge of the waitressing today.

??? : Good afternoon, Senpai. I’d like to have a seat at the window.

Orion: Huh. That’s, That’s a more unusual combination ...

I think you remember but it's just a supplement. This...

??? : What’s wrong? You’re so quiet. Are you getting any hypotensions again?

Because you live alone, it probably makes a rough life. I always regret I catch a cold in my apartment.

Orion: This guy is called Toma. He‘s a pretty nice guy who always takes care of you.

Toma is one of your childhood friends. It seems like Shin, you and Toma grew up like brother and sister.

So. Here...

??? : Is this your real experience Toma? 

I often say that the first barrier of living alone is that youre going to bed with any illness.

Orion: This girl is Sawa. She’s the same age as you, she’s like a friend to go out with on any holidays.

My memories are a little messy but I think she‘s a good girl.

??? : Eh, but Toma's family lives so close to his apartment.

If it’s cold, I‘d pick up my stuff and go home.

Orion: This girl is called Mine. You‘re in the third grade of high school and she’s one under you, but I think I can say that she’s an honest person.

All three of them are also working in this shop here. So basically everyone in this shop is somehow connected.

So, conversely, it's difficult to choose one person to trust with your secret ...

Toma: It‘s impossible to catch a cold and then just go home. My parents would never allow me such things, sadly.

It’s a self-responsibility, including colds, because I need to prove that I can live alone so that I’m independently.

Sawa: Ahh~ ... That‘s really tough.

Mine: Well then, your parents don‘t interfere with your actions at all?

Toma: Exactly. Unless I have to do lot a lot of thing, they‘d leave me alone...

Well, let’s not interrupt the business anymore.  Shall we order something?

Mine: Yes, but i‘ll pick the place to sit ~

Sawa: This is going to be a long story, so let's go go!

Mine: Lets just sit down already~.... 

Orion: A long story? ...They came here to talk about that?

Ikki: Thank you.

Orion: Ikki. Seems like he needs to serve the customers over there.

Ikki: Somehow, this is a really weird combination. It’s not usually that Toma comes here with two girls together.

Have you finished ordering? Not yet? Well then, I'd like to continue with those three people which just arrived.

Female customer: I‘m sorry, we‘d like to order something.

Ikki: ...Oh, my... Theres another customer who wants to order something.

I'm sorry, I’ll greet them immediately. Welcome back, madame.  Could you just wait a second, young lady?

Orion: Well then, let's go taking the orders.  I also care about the content of this long story.

Sawa: After all I think that's on a riverside.

Mine: Is there no pond or pear? It would be helpful.

Sawa: I think its just a basic river.

Mine: You were the one who went there last year right? Because, I don‘t know about it I never went there.

Sawa: That was... because uhm... I probably forgot.

Toma: It was a promenade. But, because it has been renounced since then, you might really forgot.

Sawa: Eh, is that so?

Toma: It seems that they thoroughly cleaned the inside and the way around the river when the sand was itchy after heavy rain.

I have no idea what I can expect this year, because the environment has changed.

Mine: Then how about that. Why aren’t we visiting the mountains for once?

Sawa: I love this idea! The lodge! Camping! Barbecue! Wait a minute, curry would be hard to throw away.

Mine: Seems like Sawa senpai‘s purpose changed already.

Sawa: You can enjoy it in any way. I‘m sure everyone would enjoy it.

Mine: Ahh~... but I think Shin doesn’t like this sort of thing. He’d probably not enjoy a barbecue in the mountains.

Toma: I think it looks like individualism, I think he’d get along.

He doesn‘t actively participate in conversations, but he likes being around a group of friends for sure.

But the mountains are pretty dangerous. We wouldn’t be able to return home quickly.

Mine: Eh~ what’s wrong with that?

Toma: You are a high school student and not a normal student. See you next year.

Mine: ...Toma is as rude as always.

Toma: I’m not rude or anything, I’m just telling you the facts.

I am not the kind person to begin with anyway.

Sawa: Uahh, to say such thing about yourself. ... well this time we should just keep talking about this day trip.

Orion: Are they, planing on traveling somewhere? I wonder if they‘re planning to go out, somewhere on a day trip maybe ....

Toma: Okay, sorry but, (y/n), we’d like to order something.

I’d like to have the Blend... no wait I want the Cafe-AU. What do you two want?

Mine: I’d take a cinnamon roll and milk tea.

Sawa: Kent is in the kitchen today, right? If that’s so, I want a green tea with latte.

Mine: Why are you asking for him?

Sawa: Because Kent‘s tea is the best. Shin and the manager praise his cooking skills so well.

Toma: Oh, you‘re talking about the mix ratio of matcha and milk which is made in perfect temperature because of his form theory?

Orion: Form theory...?

Mine: ... I see. Hey, senpai. Where would you want to go as a senior?

Orion: ... Eh? Why is she asking us about that?

Sawa: Ah, that’s right. Because you got the leading role, you can choose it for yourself.

Orion: Leading role!? (Y/n), you also planned on participating!? And then the leading role... for real!?

I didn’t know about that! W-What should we do...!?

Choices

1) — Anywhere is fine

2) — Toma should decide 

— anywhere is fine 

Mine: Anywhere she says...

Toma: Well, we might have troubled (y/n) for just asking her out of the blue.

— let Toma decide

Mine: Eh ~ why is that? I guess you really trust and care about Toma.

Sawa: But, if that’s her decision? She says they used to be like brother and sister since ancient times.

Toma: So you really want me, to decide where we‘re supposed to go... is that really okay for everyone?

Orion: If he’d do that, it will be helpful... right? (Y/n)

Toma: Well, why don’t we check it in the web? If I acted by my own presence, I might get in trouble.

It would be a pity if I‘d just take a place and everyone would be disappointed.

Mine: Wow, Toma-san‘s pretty sweet. Even though we didn’t even decide where to go, we just asked "Where would you prefer to go?".

Toma: Thanks to Shin, I am deeply absorbed by (y/n) and I even had some privat business about it.

But since I was asked for my opinion, your big brother will do his best.

— end Choices

Toma: If you're didnt plan on looking around in this area, why not going out, that would be fine, right? 

Did everyone save money for the upcoming trip? Because it would cost a few thousand yen to sleep in a mountain hotel.

Sawa: We'll be okay! ... I guess

Mine: That's fine. I’ll do my best to save money until then.

Toma: (Y/n) also seems to be okay with my decision. I told the manager last month that we‘d put in extra bytes.

Orion: Eh, is that so!? I thought there were just a lot of shifts, but seems like that's the reason behind it!?

I'm honestly fine with going out, but there seems to be some purpose, I wonder what it is... ?

Place: Apartment — Your room

Orion: I’m so tired, but you did good work today!

I also did my best today! That's why, we should rest for today because we had a hard day.

For some reason, we had a full member meeting in the shop today. 

I think, you could trust everyone of them.

Im sure everyone would help you if they knew about your memory loss. They’re all very good people.

...However, you should only choose one person to tell them your secret...

But, let's go for a quick morning meeting tomorrow or something. You can’t remember them because you have no memory. So this might be troublesome...

Ah, but it was good to see why you were in a lot of shifts.

You can try to chat with the members like this way more, maybe you also could visit some places together with them? 

Well, Ikki and Kent weren't included in todays member meeting, maybe they won't join us at all?

Because, Toma was the one saying he had the "Supervision" about himself? 

If you asked me, many of the seniors in the group do have the supervison.

If they won't join, there really won't be any men who are older than Toma.

Ikki or Kent, let's not say the store manager. Maybe you should tell them about your secret?

Well, even if I shouldn't think so deeply about it, I think that Ikki and Toma would actually be the best people to tell.

I'm also surprised because they are a more unusual combination. I wouldn't be surprised if you were actually going out with one of them.

Hmm... ... but where should we go and what should we do ...

.......

... I should stop overthinking. Let‘s just rest for this evening.

It's still early so why aren’t you going for a bath or dinner, i‘ll watch TV while you do whatever you want.

If you see the weather forecast, the weather seems to be clear, let's  buy a futon before going to your part-time job tomorrow.

Even tho your bed really is fluffy... huh? What’s coming up in the news now?

Caster: So, this year's anomaly is that the relationship with the climate is unclear.

Female caster: That means, you can see fireflies in a wide range, not just in some areas like last year. 

Caster: I agree. It looks like the summer tradition can be enjoyed all over the country this year.

Female caster: But, is there any fear that the ecosystem will be weird as a result of the abnormal occurrence? 

Caster: The animals that occurred this year have been confirmed to have very weak fertility, so there is no particular impact.  

Female Caster: That also seems pretty strange. I wonder if that mystery will be ever solved?

Caster: Then, please look at the earlier cast again.

We showed an image of the firefly taken around Shinano Station last year.

(Y/n): ......

...last...

...year...

Orion: Eh... Heh!?

— Last year...

— I promised, to see them with someone...

Orion: Agh... huh, ngh... !

Oh, I'm sorry! I suddenly felt unstable, like you were falling from somewhere!

But, yes. One of your memories returned. What do you think does it mean?

Someone told you to look forward to it next year, but was it really something about the fireflies? 

Because they were talking about it on the TV right now? Isn't that what you remember when you saw it? 

So you promised to see the fireflies with someone.

But, who was it... ?

…Ah! Hey, could it be that you promised it to Toma on this other party?

Because I heard him talking about, "The pond", "The River", "Mountains" and so on, it would be an environment for the fireflies, right?

OK, then let's check out if our guess is right tomorrow!

If you see the fireflies with the person you promised it, your memory may come back more vigorously!

Let's focus on asking Toma for now! Yes!

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[pengychan]

[Good Omens] Winging It - James 2:14

Summary: Shockingly, attempting to destroy an angel without consulting God first comes with consequences. There is more than one way to fall, and a thousand more ways to inconvenience an angel and a demon who just wanted to be left in peace. Characters: Gabriel, Crowley, Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Michael. Rating: T  

Prologue and all chapters are tagged as ‘winging it’ on my blog.

A/N: *insert joke about an archangel loose in London here*

***

“So what’s your plan? Making me drive around at random just in case he happens to walk by?”

“Do you have a better idea? One single-”

“Say ‘one single better idea’, angel, and I’m kicking you out of the car.”

“No, you won’t.”

The certainty in Aziraphale’s voice was honestly infuriating. Crowley made a face, taking a rather daring turn while overtaking a lorry. “How come you always assume I won’t follow up on my threats?”

“Because you never do.”

“Well, it might be all part of my plan to deceive you.”

“Oh?”

“Like crying wolf, but the smart way. And when you least expect it, I will follow through.”

“That would be diabolical,” Aziraphale conceded, trying and failing to hold back an amused smile. “You wily old serp-- the bus! Watch out! This would be-- oh, the most inconvenient time to get discorporated!”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been driving since before driving licences were invented.”

“You’d have never passed the test.”

“You only say that because you tried and failed.” A swerve to the left, then a sigh. “This is hopeless. I have no better ideas but I can tell you, you do not find a missing guy in London by just driving around and hoping to bump into him. Not literally bump into him. But I’d like to.”

“He can’t have gone that far.”

“He might have if he hopped on the Tube. Maybe he did. Went all the way to Heathrow, got on a plane, fucked off to… don’t know, Tenerife or something. A nice place, except when planes crash on each other at Los Rodeos. I got a commendation for that, but had nothing to do with it.”

Aziraphale groaned, rubbing his face. “I don’t know how I’d explain that to Michael.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to Michael,” Crowley reminded him, and glanced over as Aziraphale pulled out his phone and tried to make a call. “Still nothing?”

“Nothing. He must have turned it off, or maybe it ran out of… no, it’s supposed to never run out of battery. He just turned it off.”

“Or some guy on a moped snatched it right out of his hand. Happens a lot.”

“Let’s… assume that did not happen. For my sanity,” Aziraphale muttered. “He’ll… turn it back on, sooner or later.”

“That would be ideal. We could get in and pop out on his side, and then proceed to stick the phone up his--”

“Crowley.”

“What? He just ran off on us - and we’ve been trying to help, and to great personal cost in my case. Why would he do that?”

Aziraphale shrugged. “Maybe he needed some time alone. Maybe he felt upset, or humiliated.” A pause. “... Maybe he’s just an idiot.”

“Now you’re making sense,” Crowley muttered, turning to glance at the street around them, then sighed. “This is hopeless. Our best bet is waiting for him to turn on that phone or call,” he said. Aziraphale could only nod.

As the car pulled away from the curb to return to the bookshop, a fly buzzed out of the rolled-down window.

***

Later on, once he would be able to think straight again and that awful sickness - hangover, it was called - was gone, Gabriel would be rather grateful for the fact nearly everything he'd said had been dismissed as the ramblings of a drunken man. 

Because he was drunk and he did ramble. A lot. 

"So. You were cast out of Heaven just last night, huh?"

"Yeeeeeessir. Just-- off with the wings-- and I got a penis at some point-- boom, a bolt of lighting--  and I landed in the middle of Soho."

A raised eyebrow. "Oh, of course. As you do. Aliens land in Manhattan every single time, seems only fair we get angels in Soho. And how may I call you?" the man asked with a laugh, leaning back against the tree and taking another swig himself. He'd drunk easily three times Gabriel's amount, and wasn't even tipsy. 

Gabriel took another swig himself. He found it pleasant, how it went down his throat and how warm he felt. Like nothing was wrong, or at least nothing he couldn't fix. "Archangel Fucking Gabriel," he informed him, leaning forward with a grin. "Going by Gabriel F Archer now, but-- wait.  Waaait-- Hah! I just got what the F stands for!"

Another laugh. "Hah! Nice to meet you, Archangel Fucking Gabriel. My name's Daniel Brown."

Oooh, now that was a familiar one. Gabriel grinned widely, leaning forward. "Daniel! I knew someone named Daniel! My favorite prophet!"

"Oh? So you met him?"

"Yes! He had visions, I was sent to explain them to him, and-- hah!" Gabriel threw back his head and burst into laughter to the point his sides almost hurt. He wheezed out the rest of the story, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "I'm there all 'fear not, fear not', but he got so scared, he fell flat on his face right there and then! It was hilarious, I tell you - I had to pick him up from the ground. He was ill for days. Frail stuff, mortals,” Gabriel added, blissfully forgetful of how he’d stopped a car with his face earlier that day, and needed to be miracled back to health before his mortal life could be snuffed out. “Delicate."

“Hu-uh. You know, I think I might have to pick you up from the ground if you have any more to drink. You really can’t hold alcohol, can you?” 

Gabriel entirely ignored him. He took another swig and then sniggered before raising his hands and repeating what he’d thundered to the other Daniel, so long ago. “Behold! I will make known to you what will happen in the latter time of wrath, because it concerns the appointed time of the end-- hey! Hey!”

“No more for tonight,” Daniel said, holding the bottle well out of Gabriel’s reach. His arms flailed uselessly, and he almost tumbled forward; a hand braced against his shoulder was the only thing that spared his face a meeting with the ground. Which was soft, really, the way grassy soil is. Come to think of it, his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. Maybe he should sleep, wasn’t that what humans did when their head spun and eyelids got heavy? Take a nap?

“Ah, look at you. Drunk as a skunk after half a bottle, and you’re not that small!” 

A laugh, and a pair of hands grasped him under the shoulders, brushing where his wings had been. The memory of what had happened almost made it back to his mind, but the laughing voice above him was reassuring enough and it did not. Gabriel looked up to see the moon winking at him through the tree branches, and thought that it didn’t look so pretty from Heaven. 

Then he shut his eyes, and for a time he didn’t think about anything at all.

***

“... They lost an archangel.”

The incredulity in Dagon’s tone would have been slightly insulting, if Beelzebub had allowed themselves to think that, technically, they had lost him as well. A few minutes without watching him, and he’d taken off. Figuratively, of course, because he still didn’t have wings.

While listening to the conversation between the Traitor Crowley and That Other Traitor From Upstairs had given them no clue as to where That Insufferable Archangel may be, it had at least reassured them that the Heavenly forces had no idea either. They didn’t even know he was missing, which gave Beelzebub an advantage they had no intention to squander. 

“Yes, they lost him. I haven’t called you here to repeat what I said. I have called you here to find him. I want all demons available on the ground in London, immediately.”

Dagon nodded, efficient as always. At least something, Beelzebub thought, still worked the way it was supposed to. “Of course. What should they do once they find him? Contain him, or--”

“No,” Beelzebub cut her off, waving their hand, which also served to scare a few flies away, if only for a moment. “Once he’s found, they’ll report to me. I already told you, this is personal.”

A nod. “Right. I’ll get all our demons searching.”

“Good. It is imperative that they find him before… those two do it. Or the ones upstairs. The pathetic little lie they were fed won’t buy us much time.”

“Of course,” Dagon nodded and turned to leave, only to pause when Beelzebub called her back. 

“Remind them to avoid any confrontation with the traitors. It’s not that we fear them, of course,” they added, just a little too quickly. “But we truly don’t need the hassle.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“And the archangel is not to be harmed. I still believe we can win him over for our cause. Any demon who harms him will have to face my wrath - makes sure we’re clear on that.”

Dagon - who was the Master of Torments for a reason and also just so happened to have a drill on her - smiled, showing off two rows of sharp teeth. “I’ll drill it in their minds,” she said.

Beelzebub’s gaze fell on her coat. “Tell me you don’t have a drill in your pocket.”

Dagon’s smile widened as they held it out. “About my application for the title of Master of Puns-”

“I am not hearing this,” Beelzebub droned. Truth be told, they didn’t even remember where the application had ended up. It was entirely possible someone had used it to clean after the Hellhound before it was sent out to find the Antichrist and proceed to do absolutely nothing of any use. “You are the Master of Torments and Lord of the Files. Two titles are enough.”

And I’ll throw myself into a giant fly trap before I let you have one more title than I do. 

Dagon looked disappointed, but didn’t argue. No one with even an inkling of common sense would start arguing with the Prince of Hell.

Gabriel had, of course. It had been annoying, when he’d been an Archangel; being challenged by him while he was an infinitely weaker mortal whose life could be snuffed out like a candle thrown in the ocean from the deck of the Titanic had been… more on the amusing side.

Gabriel did not, in fact, possess an inkling of common sense. Back before the Fall… back before the Fall--

Beelzebub let out a buzzing noise at the sudden pain in their head, the flies around them dancing wildly, and immediately dropped that thought. It was pointless; Satan himself aside, they remembered very little of who they were and what they did before the Fall. And it was fine.

If something hurt to remember, it wasn’t worth the trouble of remembering at all.

***

Gabriel’s head hurt.

He could have complained, but at the moment he couldn’t find it in himself to. As far as his extremely limited experience in awakenings went, this one - waking up with a headache inside a blue tent he didn’t remember  entering - was, by far, the least traumatic yet. 

Of course there was some confusion, especially when he poked his head out to see the man he’d met the previous evening stirring inside a sleeping bag on the ground. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and blinked as he put him into focus. 

“Oh, here’s the Archangel. How are you feeling?’

“My head aches-- wait, what--??” Gabriel panicked inwardly, blood turning into ice. How could that mortal know - wasn’t he mortal? Had he been fooled by a demon, or an angel, or--

Daniel threw back his head and laughed. “Hah! So you don’t remember? You got so drunk last night, you kept muttering nonsense about being the Archangel Gabriel.”

… Oh. Oh.

“Ah. Yes. I… don’t remember that,” Gabriel muttered, finally crawling out of the tend and standing upright. His back was sore, too; he stretched, getting a faint pop out of his spine. It didn’t feel too bad.

“I had never seen anybody get that shitfaced with half a bottle of beer,” Daniel was muttering, wriggling out of the sleeping bag. Gabriel had a feeling he was supposed to be offended, but he frowned at something else. His gaze went from the sleeping bag on the grass to the tent, and then back to Daniel. Had he-- left the tent to him?

“You didn’t have to sleep outside on my account,” he said, embarrassed. The man shrugged and stretched. The crack coming from his spine was much louder. 

“Ah, not a problem. It’s still mild this time of the year, I don’t mind sleeping outside from time to time. Will be different in a few weeks, but by then you’ll hopefully be back on your feet.”

“... You, too.”

“Heh. My situation is pretty complicated.”

“So is mine.”

A sigh. “Ah, well. Nothing will be solved if we stand here and mope. Let’s head out - there is a McDonald’s nearby. Nice staff, a toilet, cheap breakfast, and wifi for job hunting.”

Oh, Gabriel thought, of course. Jobs. Human’s livelihood almost entirely depended on their ability to produce something of value; of course he’d be expected to have a job. 

Well, I did lose my job, didn’t I? 

“... Of course. So, you-- said you lost your job?”

“Ah, that was a link in the chain that got me here. First my health, then my job, then my wife, then my home,” Daniel said, and scratched his cheek. “Still luckier than a friend of mine was. ‘Fit for work’, they said, because he could walk unaided for fifty feet or something. Benefits cut. He went under a train the next month, wheelchair and all. Turns out he wasn’t fit for work.” A sigh. “Would like to think he’s in a better place. My wife, too.”

I could make enquiries, Gabriel almost said, but he did not. It would require getting in touch with Heaven, and he… he couldn’t do that; the thought alone made his stomach clench. Another idea entered his mind - he could try asking Beelzebub, if they could be found, whether they were in Hell. Certainly, if not there, they’d be in Heaven. Still, he didn’t want to do that either.

Gabriel could think of no nice way to tell a mortal that his loved ones are in Hell.

***

Michael was rather certain paperwork was the closest to a taste of Hell you could get in Heaven.

Of course she wasn’t entirely new to it; a certain amount of paperwork would always be part of life, be it mortal or… well, not. Heaven didn’t run itself, after all. As its population grew with mortal souls who had gained themselves entry - only angels dwelled on the upper floors, of course, and aside for a few rather extraordinary souls getting a promotion their number had stayed more or less steady at ten million since the Schism - Gabriel had taken it upon himself to organize things in a rational manner, to hand out tasks and ensure they were carried out. 

“Heaven won’t run itself,” was precisely what he’d said, and God had approved of his ideas - or at least, they had never sent Metatron to say otherwise, which counted as approval. It had to, didn’t it? It was the most logical way to ensure they followed the Great Plan and got to the final war organized and prepared. If God were displeased, they would make it very clear. So their silence, stretching out for millennia, had to mean they approved.

Everyone had done their share, including herself, Sandalphon and Uriel - Gabriel’s closest aides. None of them below him, but all of them more than willing to leave most of the bureaucracy to him; it was his element, after all, and he’d enjoyed the task in ways they never would have. But now he was gone, and they had to pick up where he’d left off.

And to be completely honest, Sandalphon’s expression spelled out, it absolutely sucked.

“There is… a lot more backlog than I thought there would be.”

“Well, we were expecting the world to end,” Uriel reasoned, going through some notes that had piled up on Gabriel’s desk. A perfectly white and perfectly pristine computer took over the other half of it, everything in it filed away meticulously, but Gabriel had clearly never gotten the time to go through that pile. There was the army to rally, after all, the entire order of existence to change, which would make that work rather useless in the even of either victory or defeat.

Nothing had changed, and yet everything had. No war had come but oh, did Michael feel they had been defeated, in some way she couldn’t quite grasp. Not the whole of the Heavenly forces, of course, but them personally. They had lost a valuable asset, after all. A friend who had been stripped of his angelic nature and now wanted nothing to do with them for something they had not chosen or wanted. And at the moment, it felt they had lost their sense of purpose as well. 

For so long they’d prepared for a day that did not come; now they had no instructions. They should have paid more attention on the observation files; no one really really looked at them until Michael had realized something about Aziraphale was off. Gabriel hadn’t thought of it either, but why would he? Who’d have ever thought an angel would turn against the Great Plan - and turn out, in some ineffable way, to be the one in the right?

Had it truly been part of the Ineffable plan, or was it a failure from their part? Surely, if it was part of the Ineffable plan, they had been meant to fail. It should have made the sense of failure burn a bit less, but it did not. It seemed unfair. And with what had befallen Gabriel… it seemed cruel.

God doesn’t play games with the universe, Gabriel used to say. 

Ah, but did God play games with us? Is this what we get for serving the Almighty?

Michael shook her head, trying to get rid of that thought, and looked up… only to see that same thought mirrored in the faces of Uriel and Sandalphon, plain as day. Wondering. Questioning. 

“Let’s get to work. When-- if Gabriel returns, he should find everything in order,” Michael said.

No one really believed that might happen, but there was that tiny sliver of hope to cling to. 

Against all odds they had been wrong before, after all. 

***

“... Is something wrong?”

“Hmm?”

“I get a feeling I’m being stared at,” Gabriel muttered, glancing around as discreetly as possible. There were a few glances towards their table, which he couldn’t make any sense of. He was eating like everybody else in there, in hopes it wouldn’t make him sick again. 

Daniel shrugged, eyes still fixed on the screen of his phone, scrolling down what Gabriel assumed was a job listing. He had a half-eaten egg and bacon sandwich in his other hand. “Ah, they’re looking at me. I do get looks like that.”

“Why?”

“Homeless guy sitting at a table. I always get some looks. They’re probably wondering why I’m here with a smartphone in my hand. People act funny when homeless folks have phones. I wonder how else they think we can apply for jobs.”

“What’s wrong with having a phone?”

“Ah, nothing. But it ruins the idea they have of poor folks dressed in rags, holding up an empty bowl and going Oliver Twist at them. Please, sir, may I have some more?”

Gabriel frowned in confusion, and glanced down at his own sandwich, still untouched as he ate the hash brown. “... You want my sandwich?”

“Wha-- no, no, it was the quote. Oliver Twist?” he tried. Gabriel blinked, mind drawing a blank. 

“... Ah, nevermind. By the way, there is an app you need to get. It tells you if any places are giving away free samples of food in your area. Bakeries do that a lot.

“Oh.”

“Also, there is a gym open all day and all night not far from here. Invest some money in a membership card.”

“Huh? Why?” Gabriel asked, confused. Not that he did not see the point of physical exercise, but why pay when jogging is free?

Daniel grinned. “Showers accessible all the time, and a locker to keep any valuables you really are not safe having with you in the streets. Plus, it’s someplace warm to be if it gets really cold.”

“I see.”

“You really want to keep yourself as clean as possible, to keep looking the way you do now. You don’t seem homeless. I would have never guessed when we met.”

Gabriel glanced down at himself. He was still wearing the track suit, but the coat he had on was rather nice and, while he had some stubble on his cheeks, it was a far cry from the untamed beard on Daniel’s face. That was probably going to change, he thought; his body hair would grow, too. He mentally added ‘shaving’ to the growing list of human skills he’d need to master.

“That’s a good thing, by the way,” Daniel was saying through a mouthful. “It’s easier if you look like someone with an office job and someplace to be at night. I know I should try to look less like the part, but ah, it gets so tiring after a time.” One last bite of his sandwich, and he stood. “I’m getting another coffee. Want more? My treat.”

Gabriel shook his head. He may not know exactly how much the money he had left in the wallet was worth, but he could tell he had more than Daniel; making him pay for his coffee did not sit well with him. Plus, he probably should moderate in his intake of food and liquids. 

“No. No, I’m good,” he said. As Daniel went to get more of that oddly bitter beverage, Gabriel went on to start his sandwich, and took out his phone.

***

Aziraphale almost missed the call. 

In his defense, the phone decided to ring just as he was preparing a good cup of tea for himself as well as black coffee for Crowley, who’d then add sugar while hoping Aziraphale would not notice that he did not, in fact, ‘like his coffee black and bitter like the deepest pits of Hell’. Not a problem, that: he’d pretended not to notice for four centuries, he could keep up the act. 

Or at least he would have, but he’d dropped both mugs as he rushed to answer the phone, leaving Crowley to miracle the pieces back together. He snatched the receiver up mid-ring. 

“Hello? This is--”

“Aziraphale,” Gabriel’s voice rang out. Oh, thank God, there he was, safe and sound. Or, well, at least alive. He didn’t sound like he’d been hit by another car, at least.

“Gabriel.” Aziraphale let out a sigh of relief. “Where are you?”

“Why the Heaven did you run off like that, you arsehole?” Crowley called out from the back. 

If Gabriel heard him, he entirely ignored him. “I’ve met- there are people sleeping in the streets.”

Aziraphale frowned. “Yes,” he said. “Homelessness is a terrible problem in London.”

“I thought that was sorted out in… I don’t know. Industrial revolution?”

Ah, he really knew little to nothing about the world. “It was never quite sorted.”

“You could sort that out,” Gabriel pointed out, an accusing note to his voice that made Aziraphale frown again. Did he really think he could find homes for everybody who needed one with a snap of his fingers? Did he really think it would be that easy?”

“There are limits to what we can do to help humans. We can’t just take charge of their fates.”

“Why not? We know better,” Gabriel said, like he hadn’t been about to let the entire world burn without thinking twice about it so that he could have his war.

“... I’ll pretend I haven’t heard that. I help when I can, if I do happen to meet--”

“It’s not enough!”

“Oh, if only someone hadn’t reprimanded me several times for frivolous miracles whenever I did helped too many people! What have you ever done?”

Aziraphale sort of regretted saying that a few moments after the words left his mouth, but also sort of… not. He was trying to help, and Gabriel wasn’t making it easy. There was a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the line, and he expected protests, but there was only silence. He took a long breath himself. “Tell me where you are, and--”

Click.

Ah. Of course. Of-bloody-course. 

“... I suppose this is the wrong moment to remind you we could have teleported ourselves to him through the phone line instead of politely asking where he is,” Crowley muttered, raising an eyebrow. Aziraphale groaned, and tried to call back, to no avail. 

“He turned off the phone. Again.”

“Well, we did our best. Here’s your mug, like new.”

“Crowley.”

“What? We don’t know where to find him anyway. He made it through the night and wasn’t dragged to Hell, so not a bad going. Let him figure out a few things by himself and talk about important stuff.”

Aziraphale found himself smiling. “South Downs?” he asked, and Crowley grinned back. 

“Yes. South Downs."

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"What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them?" James 2:14

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Something Off And Something New - Mizuki X Pregnant! Reader

Kamisama Hajimemashita X Reader * Requests Are Open *

Kamisama Kiss ( Kamisama Hajimemashita ) X Reader

Something Off And Something New - Mizuki X Pregnant! Reader * Requested By Lady_Saki01 * ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't own the Manga/Anime Kamisama Kiss ( Or Kamisama Hajimemashita ) nor do I own any of the characters from the franchise.

I'm so sorry for the lateness of this request but I'm happy to report that it's here now. So here it is.

Please Enjoy~! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was having an old ordinary day but today was slightly different than the others, I recieved some big news that completely changed everything. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tomoe's POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was cooking dinner for my mistress when I heard some annoying snake come through my kitchen.

" Mnm~! Something smells really good, can I have a taste? " Mizuki tried to stick his finger in the pot but I smacked his hand away.

" No! This food is only for my mistress, not for some dumb snake who has his own shrine to look after. So, why don't you go and attend to it. " I replied.

" You are forgetting that your Land God is my wife and this is also my shrine now so in a way, you have to serve me as well. " He grabbed his now reddened hand and retreated a little.

" I only serve my Land God Mistress because we have a contract, you and I possess no such contract so no I don't have to wait on you. However, do me a favor and wake her up. The dinner is almost ready. " I replied.

" That I will happily do. "

" Good. " ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was sleeping soundly until someone was gently moving my shoulder and calling my name.

" (Y/N____ )? "

" Hm? "

" Wake up my love, dinner is ready. " Mizuki kissed my lips to try and wake me up even further.

" Ok, ok, I'm up. Let me get myself decent for you guys. " I sat myself up.

" Ok, see you in 15 minutes. "

" Ok honey, see you. " I smiled while rubbing my eyes from the sleep I had. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 15 minutes later: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I got myself dressed and looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that my stomach had looked a little bigger than usual.

" Huh, need to do something about this little weight gain. It's not that big of a deal though. " I dismissed it as nothing and went back to my usual routine.

I left my and Mizuki's bedroom and went over to the dining room to see my husband and my good familiar Tomoe arguing like crazy again.

" What are you two arguing about this time " I asked as I sat down on my knees on the floor.

" My lady, would you please to tell your idiotic husband that I am not his servant and I will not wait on him! " Tomoe shouted towards me.0

" Honey, please tell this stupid fox that I am your husband and I live with you here now and that if he's your servant then he is automatically mine as well! " Mizuki shouted towards Tomoe.

" Men please, I just woke up and I don't wanna deal with demonic dumb arguments. " I replied while yawning.

" Please honey? " Mizuki gave me the puppy dog eyes that I couldn't resist.

" OK then. Tomoe has a point when it comes to waiting on me. Our contract clearly states that Tomoe is my familar and I don't want to burden his life with him waiting on anybody else. Tomoe is my familiar and he serves me as that contract states. So please don't make him do stuff that you can easily do or just to upset him honey. " I stated.

" Thank you mistress. " Tomoe smiled and brought dinner over on the table.

" You're welcome Tomoe but Mizuki has a point as well as you do Tomoe. " I replied.

" I knew you would be on my side love! " Mizuki trapped me in a bear hug.

" How on earth does he have a point? " Tomoe asked.

" While Mizuki isn't your Land God to wait, I would at least appreciate if you can please treat my husband with some respect and not call him idiotic. This is now his home too as well as it is mine and yours. " I responded.

" I see, well I'm sorry to have caused you distress my lady. " Tomoe bowed in curtesy to me.

" Thank you Tomoe, you don't have to apologize to my husband if you do not wish too. " I said while wrapping my arms around my husband.

" Thank you mistress. " Tomoe smiled towards me.

" You're welcome. "

" Sweetheart? "

" Yes Mizuki? "

" Does that also apply to me? "

" Yes Mizuki. "

" Oh good. "

" So what's for dinner Tomoe? " I asked.

" We are what you asked for a few days ago my lady. ( Your Favorite Dinner Meal ). " Tomoe set the dinner down and placed some of it on my plate. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " Well that was excellent as always Tomoe, thank you so much for that wonderful meal. " I said while getting up from my seated position on the floor.

" Thank you mistress, I'm happy you liked it unlike someone here. " Tomoe looked at my husband and my husband just rolled his eyes and turned towards me.

" Anyways, honey why do you go wash up and we will do that thing we were talking about yesterday. " Mizuki winked at me.

" Ok love, I'll see you in a few minutes. " I headed off to my room to grab some stuff for the bathroom and took a bath. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tomoe's POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was cleaning up the table and washing the dishes but while doing this I couldn't shake something from my mind. I felt that something was off with my mistress but her aura and physical health seemed perfectly normal.

" Tomoe? "

" What is it now Mizuki? " I sighed in annoyance.

" Did you by any chance notice something a little off with (Y/N___ ) lately? " Mizuki crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.

" I did actually, I can't pinpoint on what it might be actually. I know that something is different but she seems perfectly healthy and fine. I don't think she notices anything different with herself. " I replied.

" I noticed that she seems a little bit bloated and she has been consuming a lot of dairy products than what a normal human should consume. She's said that she loves cheese but to see her eat more than she usually does is odd, don't you think? " Mizuki informed me on what he's observed on her.

" She also has been sleeping a lot lately now that we're talking about odd things. " I mentioned to him.

" Huh....I wonder what's wrong? " Mizuki replied.

" Mizuki? "

" Yes Tomoe? "

" When was the last time you and (Y/N___ ) were.....you know, alone together? " I asked.

" A week ago, maybe two. Why do you ask? "

" It might be possible that we are sensing another presence here with us at the shrine. "

" It can't be, the only ones here are us, her and the shrine spirits. " Mizuki replied.

" I mean a presence that has not entered this world just yet. "

" I don't follow. "

" God, how she fell in love and chose to marry you I will never know. I mean, it is very possible that she might be pregnant with your child doofus. " I explained.

" Oh, oh! " Mizuki realized. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " Ah, that was such a nice relaxing bath. " I closed the bathroom door and headed towards my bedroom door. When I opened I was greeted by my husband who had an excited but yet serious look on his face.

" Hey love. "

" Hey Mizuki, is everything alright? " I set my clothes down.

" Well, I want to discuss something kind of serious with you. "

" Like what? "

" Well, have you noticed anything strange with yourself lately? "

" I noticed I gained a little wait but it's not that big of a deal. Why? " I replied.

" Well, Tomoe and I have noticed something was off and we explained on what we've observed on you for the past week and we may have come up with a conclusion. "

" And that conclusion would be? " I asked.

" We think it's very possible that you may be with child. " I stood still for a brief moment and then I chuckled slightly.

" Well, that is some conclusion you two made. "

" We won't know for sure until we test the theory out. "

" You want me to take a pregnancy test? "

" Yep, here. " Mizuki handed me two pregnancy tests.

" Oh, why two? " I asked.

" Just to be really sure. "

" Ah, ok. Why don't I go do that? " I took the tests and headed back into the bathroom but before I did, Mizuki grabbed my wrist and looked me in eyes.

" Honey, I know we hadn't planned on kids until some time later but please know that if you are carrying my child then I will be over the moon happy. " Mizuki said excitedly.

" I know Mizuki, I will be too. " I placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. He released my wrist and let me take the tests. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An hour later ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I walked out of the bathroom and Mizuki was immediately at my side like a puppy waiting for his master to come home and love him.

" Well? " Mizuki asked eagerly.

" Well, it looks like you have an excited wife who bears your daughter or son's life inside of her. " I smiled.

" Really?! "

" These don't lie Mizuki. " I pointed at the tests that both said positive.

" Oh (Y/N___)! This is so wonderful! So what gender is it? " Mizuki asked.

" Mizuki, the tests just tell you if you are pregnant, not the genders of the child. " I explain.

" So we gotta wait to know? " Mizuki whined.

" Sorry honey, that's how it works. " I comforted him.

" Aw... " ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4 years later: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " Mom! " My 4 year old son came up running to my side while my 4 year old daughter was running up behind him.

" What's the matter honey? " I rubbed my son's head as he was almost crying his eyes out.

" Sis keeps on scaring me! "

" Quit being such a baby! " My 4 year old daughter stuck her tongue out at him.

" Sweetheart, you both are babies. However, what did you do to him this time? " I asked.

" I merely said boo and he completely freaked out, it's not my fault that he's a baby. " She replied with a small grin. My son hid behind me even further while whimpering.

" Now sweetie, we've talked about this. You're brother is sensitive to these things and it's not nice to make fun of that or take advantage of it. Now, what happens when we get a little bad with our behaviour? " I asked.

" We get punished.... " She looked down at her feet.

" Right, now I will let your father decide on what your punishment will be later but for now I want you to apologize to your brother and I want you to both get washed up for dinner. Got it? "

" Yes mommy, I'm sorry. "

" Good, now go and wash up. "

" Ok! " My twins ran off to the bathroom while Tomoe and Mizuki had just come home from doing their own things.

" Evening my lady. "

" Evening Tomoe. "

" Good evening my love, how are the twins doing? " Mizuki asked.

" Good except that ( Your daughter's name ) scared ( Your son's name ) again and I don't know how to make her realize that her brother can't handle stuff like that. If he gets scared like that again then he will and I'm afraid to say this but he might have a heart attack. I hope this is just a phase. " I sighed.

" Oh honey, I'm sure it is just a phase for her. Remember that she's a very playful young child. What's her punishment this time? " Mizuki wrapped his arms around me.

" I'm leaving it up to you this time. " I replied.

" Oh this will be hard for me. "

" You know honey, I still can't believe I was pregnant with twins. I thought you and Tomoe only sensed one presence while I was pregnant. "

" We sensed that there was a presence but we didn't know how many. "

" Too bad but I'm happy that we have those two here with us now. "

" Me too. " ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well here is your oneshot, again I am so sorry that this came so late but here it is finally!

I hope you've enjoyed it. :)

P.S - This is my work so please don’t steal this by copying/pasting this story on another site without my knowledge.

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[holylulusworld]

Not helpless

Summary: Dean leaves the reader behind at a bar and something awful happens to her. Can he fix his mistake?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: language, injured reader, mentions of attempted rape, mentions of violence, blood, angst, sad reader, scared reader, angry Sam, angry Dean, nightmares, fluff, torture (not really; more threatening), implied smut

 Looking at you in the hospital bed Sam’s heart breaks. Your face is black and blue and you’ve got a shot wound.

“How did this happen?” He asks the female detective.

“She told us the guy was hitting at her in the bar. She left to call a cab, but he followed her. He tried to force her to…” The detective explains.

“He tried to rape her?” Sam asks panicked.

“Yes, but she kicked his balls and hit his jaw. When she tried to call her partner she realized too late the gun in his hand. He shot her, but she shot back. She called the ambulance and they called the police.”

“Did you arrest him?”

“He’s in the hospital too, handcuffed and two officers guard him.”

“Thank you, detective,” Sam says not taking his eyes off you.

“Here’s my number agent, call me anytime to exchange information. Your partner is really tough. She gave it to him really good.”

“Thanks.”

Stroking your cheek gently Sam looks at you. “What happened? Why were you alone?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You whisper.

“Y/N? What happened? What did Dean do?”

“Nothing…”

“Nothing? I shall believe this?”

“He did nothing, that’s the problem.”

“Huh?”

“The guy didn’t stop harassing me. He was persistent and like with you I told him Dean is my boyfriend to make him leave.”

“And he kept on harass you even knowing Dean’s your boyfriend?”

“No as he asked Dean if he’s my boyfriend and Dean said no.”

“Wait! Dean said no?”

“He was busy flirting with a random chick. The guy tried to touch me but Dean just…he ignored me. I decided to leave the bar to call a cab but the guy he followed me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault. He tried to touch me…to…I kicked his balls and hit his jaw but he hit me too. I stumbled backward and saw the gun too late. Maybe the booze…should not have drunk the whiskey. He shot me and I shot back. Then I called the ambulance.”

“Where’s Dean?” Sam asks.

“Don’t know. I guess he’s fucking that chick. Honestly, I don’t care.”

“Going to talk to him.” Sam grunts angry.

“No, please stay.”

“Okay, I just need to ask the doctor something. I’ll be right back.”

Nodding you give Sam a cracked smile. Outside Sam calls Dean telling him he needs to come to the hospital he holds back the urge to smash his brother’s face. How could he leave you alone?

30 minutes later Dean arrives at the hospital pissed. He had to leave his flavour of the week.

As soon as Sam sees his brother he storms toward him.

“What’s wrong with you? We always pretend we are her boyfriend when a guy harasses her! He tried to touch her in the bar and you didn’t stop him? The best is you left her alone!”

“She’s a grown woman! What happened? Did she stumble?” Dean tries to joke.

“No, that guy tried to rape her outside! He shot her. I don’t have words for you right now. You make me sick!” Sam yells.

“Wait that guy tried to…is she alright?” Dean asks panicked.

“No of course not! That guy tried to rape her. She got hurt and shot. She’s not okay!” Sam yells again. Leaving Dean behind he enters your room again.

“You called him?” You whisper.

“Needed to…should kick his ass!” Sam grunts.

“No, just stay here, please.”

“Sure, I won’t leave.” Smiling you squeeze his large hand.

Closing your eyes you try to find some sleep. Loud voices make you flinch. Opening your eyes you see Dean and Sam arguing again.

“Please, I just want to check on her.” Dean pleas.

“Too late Dean. You always act like our leader but in the end, you left your team member behind to get laid.” Sam grunts.

“Please, I’m sorry. Didn’t know that guy would try to…going to rip him apart.” Dean grunts.

“What for? That is all your fault. You forced her to come with you to the bar and then you left her behind.”

Sighing Dean looks at your face. Avoiding looking at him you look out of the window.

“Y/N? I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“What for? I’m not your girlfriend or your responsibility.” You snap at him.

“Please, I’m really sorry. This will never happen again.”

“That’s right as I’ll never go somewhere with you alone, never ever again.” You state.

Trying to turn away from him you groan in pain. Ignoring the pain you keep on moving.

“I’m really sorry. Let me make it up to you.” Dean tries again.

“How? Do you know how close…forget it.”

“Sam, can you leave me alone with Y/N for a minute?”

“Fine, but I’ll be right back.” Sam grunts.

“How close?” Dean asks softly.

“He hit me by surprise. I wasn’t able to react for a minute…he touched me, he kissed me. When he tried to rip my panties apart my hunter instincts finally kicked in and I kicked his balls. I don’t know what happened. I never felt so helpless before.” Sobbing you hide your face ashamed.

“He touched you? I’m going to kill him. I swear I’ll kill him.” Dean yells. The thought that someone touched you against your will makes him furious.

“The cops already have him. He’s in the hospital too…” You whisper.

“Don’t care I’ll kill him.”

“Please, they’ll arrest you.”

“I don’t care. He’ll pay for hurting you.” Pacing around the room Dean tries to find a way to sneak into the guy’s room.

“No, just drop it. They’ll arrest him.” You say scared Dean will kill the guy.

Sobbing you remember how he touched you and how helpless you felt. Seeing your fear shaking form Dean lies next to you in the bed, holding you tight.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know…I just felt so helpless…” You whisper.

“You’re not helpless you gave it to him really good the detective told me.” Sam says smiling at you.

“I need to get into that assholes room!” Dean insists.

“No, please don’t…”

“Okay, Dean you stay here and I exchange information’s with the detective.” Sam says before leaving the room again.

Holding you tight Dean gently strokes your back. Wiping the tears away you try to relax in his arms.

“Going to kill that guy.” He grunts.

“Please don’t go away.” You plea.  

2 months later…

Waking up screaming you start crying again. ‘Why can’t you get over what happened?’ You hunt since childhood, you saw so many monsters but that guy…you can’t forget how helpless you felt for a moment.

Opening your door Dean looks at you. His face shows pure guilt.

“Do you want to sleep in my room?” He asks.

“I don’t want to disturb you.”

“Come.” Holding out is hand Dean waits for you.

“Sorry I woke you up…again.”

“Maybe I should’ve killed the guy…after they let him go…”

“Well my fake FBI badge, my fake name, should’ve known this will end this way.” You whisper.

“Going to find the guy and kill him.” Dean grunts.

“But we don’t kill people.”

“Y/N that guy is not a good person. I would be glad to kill him. I could kill him and sleep like a baby.” Dean states.

Lying down onto Dean’s bed you relax when he gently strokes your back.

“What will you do now?” He asks.

“All I want is to never feel helpless again.”

“I still can kill him.”

“I want him in jail Dean. He has to rot in jail.”

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Two weeks later…

“Hey, Sam where’s Dean?”

“He left to make a supply run. Got to go to meet up with Cas.”

“Be careful and greet Cas for me.”

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Rubbing your upper arm nervously you try to keep yourself busy. After Sam left you cleaned the kitchen and did the laundry. Being alone in the bunker makes you feel anxious.

Hearing noises coming out of the dungeon you wonder. Is Dean already back and why is he in the dungeon?

Getting closer to the room you hear Dean yelling. His voice is dominant and full of anger. Did he capture a demon?

“So you like hurting women asshole? You like to rape them? Answer me!”

“You really have the wrong person. Please, I never hurt a woman in my whole life.” A scared man answers and you freeze. It’s him.

“Oh you will answer me or you’ll regret it. Look at all my nice toys over there. What do you think should I use first? The blade? The knife? The hammer?” Dean snickers.

“No, please. I don’t know what you want to hear.”

“The woman behind the bar! You tried to rape her! You shot her!”

“Oh, that. Listen I don’t know what happened. One moment I was in the bar and then I didn’t have control over my body.”

“What do you mean you didn’t have control over your body?” Dean yells.

“I was in the restrooms and there was black smoke, I thought the bar is on fire. After I saw the black smoke I couldn’t control my body. The poor woman, I swear I would never hurt a woman.”

“When did you gain control over your body again?”

“After I got shot. Lying in my blood I saw the girl bleeding too.”

“Black smoke again?” Dean asks now calmer.

“Yes, how do you know?”

“Did you ever hurt another woman or girl?”

“No, I’m not even into women. I’m gay, I swear.”

“The girl, she couldn’t move for a moment. Did the smoke do this?”

“That smoke, whatever it was, said things in my mind. It said hold still, but I guess it meant the girl not me. I struggled against this thing and I think it was distracted for a moment.”

“I guess you saved her.” Dean says. Before opening the bindings he splashes holy water into the man’s face.

“Can I go now?”

“I let you go, but I suggest you to get this.” Showing the man his anti-possession tattoo Dean curses himself. Why didn’t he stay by your side?

“Okay. What was that thing?”

“Demon. The tattoo will protect you from being possessed again.”

“One more thing. In the bar after the thing took over my body, it whispered something to you too. It said forget about her and you turned away.”

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“You would’ve tortured him for me?” You whisper.

“I would do anything for you…anything.”

“It was a demon, he was after me?”

“We will find him and then I’ll rip him apart.”

“No, we will find him and I’ll rip him apart.”

“Sure, just say the word and I follow your lead.”

“I’m not helpless so I will kill him, he will never hurt anyone again.”

“You always been a tough chick and never helpless.” Dean says.

Smiling at him you nod before hugging him tight. “I’m not helpless but can I sleep in your room tonight?”

“Y/N, you don’t have to ask me to sleep in my room.”

“What if I don’t intend to sleep?”

“Even better…”

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[littlemonstersau-blog]

The Feels Awaken, Part 3: A New Hope (for Friendship)

Written by @jkl-fff, illustrated by me

PART I - PART II [Interlude] - PART III - PART IV [Interlude] - PART V [FINAL] (you are here)

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A new day dawned then waxed then began to wane, but Ford and Bill hardly noticed. A manic, obsessive energy (plus an unhealthy amount of coffee and sugar) kept them focused throughout their self-appointed task. Such is often the case for the kind of people who feel the need to write to right a wrong in the world. Not all heroes wear capes, after all; some wear turtlenecks and trenchcoats, some wear paper-based clones of teenage boys produced through unholy abominations of SCIENCE!.

… For that matter, not all heroes are particularly heroic; some are morally ambiguous straddlers of the line between antihero and antivillain, some are demonic chaos gods who (quite frankly) still wonder how in the 79 Hells they found themselves in this position.

In the end, though it did take more than the one night, they still finished in just over 16 hours. The plot outline came in at just over 18 pages, which they tidily stacked together on the table and declared to be more than adequate … before passing out on the carpet. Facefirst.

When Bill next regained consciousness, he was in his attic bed and morning light was streaming through the window. His mouth tasted like an abandoned prison for criminally insane chalk and his head felt like the internal turmoil of a buzzsaw having an existential crisis. It was a pain that was anything but hilarious; it was the sugared caffeine hangover equivalent of nuclear fallout … Mouthwash fixed the first problem. The second took an adult dosage of aspirin, a lot of water, and deliberate manipulation of many of the clonesuit’s normally automatic processes for a full eight minutes. And even then, not completely.

“Guess I can’t pilot one of these things through 36+ hours of no sleep on a gallon of coffee … Not if I wanna be able to still maneuver it the next day without crashing every ten feet into a wall or the floor, at least,” he grumbled to himself. “Major design flaw … Can’t believe they got evolutionarily approved for mass production with such weak durability …”

Downstairs in the kitchen, Stan greeted him jovially enough. “Stancakes are up, and so are you, it seems. How you feelin’ today?”

“Honestly, confused,” Bill graveled, his clonesuit throat still raw. “I can get longterm possession of a meatbag leading to me—y’know, the real me—developing emotions and physical cravings and other … gross, brain-mush junk like that. Neurochemistry is basically just an addictive habit, like how people respond to hearing the question ‘What is love?’—”

“Baby, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me no more,” Stan mumbled automatically.

“Exactly. But what I don’t get is why the real me is also feeling this coffee and sugar hangover. No joke: I tried leaving my clonesuit to get away from it, but it followed me. How is that fair? And, yeah, existence isn’t fair,” Bill interjected before Stan automatically could. “But still …”

Like the benevolent and experienced sage he was (more or less), Stan chuckled to himself. Then, laying a companionable arm around Bill’s shoulders, he leaned in and whispered the truth as grimly as Death itself, “You can outrun your sins, but you can never outrun a hangover.”

“W-wha?”

“Some say if you never stop drinkin’, it’ll never catch up with you. But they are fools. Sooner or later, all things must sleep—sooner or later, all who drink must suffer.”

“Uh … K-kinda freakin’ me out here.” Bill tried to lean away, but Stan’s hold was inescapable. “And, just sayin’, I’m kinda responsible for making most of the 79 Hells as freaky as they are.”

“Heed my warning, child.”

“I’m heeding! I’m heeding! Elder Gods, Stan, the only one who’s supposed to give people nightmares around here is me …”

Straightening up, Stan went back to the stove to continue what passed for cooking with him. “Once you’re done eatin’, by the way, I gotta plate for you to take down to Ford. He prob’ly needs some food and water more ‘n you do.”

Between mouthfuls of food, Bill said, “Yeah, sure … You seen what we wrote, by the way?”

“Yeah. It’s not bad at all. I’d def’nitely go see movies like that. Might even pay my own money for it, too. Heh … Even Soos admitted the storylines are better. Haven’t seen him that downcast ‘bout anything in a while, either. Looked as painful for him as cutting out his own kidney. Might have to do something nice for him soon just to make up for it,” Stan added to himself.

“Huh … Yeah, maybe …” Bill chewed on his breakfast, almost starting to maybe feel guilty. Then, when he finished, he put his dishes in the sink, picked up what was meant for Ford, and took it down to the lab.

Ford, as usual, was at his desk. He was hunched over with a pen, which was also fairly usual. However, and this was very unusual, all his notes and Journals had been pushed into a corner—neatly stacked, but well out of the way. Close to hand, as if for quick reference, was actually their Cosmos Conflicts storyline.

Bill cleared his throat. “Brought some breakfast for ya from Stan.” He set it on the desk, but away from any of the papers (just in case). “How you feeling? I woke up with a caffeine hangover I couldn’t escape even when I left my body. Er, clonsuit. Whatever. Same dif.”

“… I didn’t really sleep very deeply,” Ford eventually replied, his voice as hoarse as Bill’s. “Ergo, I can’t really say I woke up with such a hangover, but I’m suffering one all the same.”

“Yeesh, that sucks. Taken anything? Had some water and some food? That helped me.”

“Some water and aspirin, yes, though I’m not sure I could keep much food down … I suppose I ought to try, anyway.”

“If you feel more rotten than a two-week-old apple core, why are you working?” Bill asked, sliding the plate closer.

“I’m not really working, per se,” Ford answered guiltily. “Just … sketching. Some stuff. For what we came up with.”

Bill’s eyes lit up with interest. “Ooo! Really? Can I see? Please?”

For a moment, Ford’s jaw worked. As though trying to control himself.

“It’s okay,” Bill said hurriedly, though unable to fully contain his disappointment. “I get it. I’ll leave you al—”

A couple pages’ worth of images (some rough sketches, some little more than absent doodles, and some rather intricate and detailed) were thrust at the Demon. “Here. Can’t see any harm in you looking at them, anyway, so …” Ford mumbled. Without looking up, he cut in to his food. “Was just doing this since I’m too awake and restless to just not do anything, but too … wooly in the head, I suppose you could say, to do any productive work.”

Bill poured over them, delighting in the imaginative whimsy of them. Most were of characters from the prequels, though with distinctive touches—touches reflecting their own collaboration (such as Otherkin in a stained pilot’s attire, Imdolledupa aiming ruthlessly with a blaster, and Jelived Knights wearing a different style of clothing from Jelived Sentinels or Jelived Healers). But some were very different, especially among the doodles. “Ha! You made a Soos Wookie!”

Ford couldn’t resist smiling. “Soosbacca. Co-pilot to Stan Solo.”

“In their spaceship, the Mystery Falcon, right? Is Melody a Wookie, too?”

“Huh … That’s not a bad idea, actually. I was having a hard time seeing how to fit her in, since she isn’t really the Princess Leia type.”

“But Mabel and—pff!—Dipper are?” Bill snorted, pointing to where they were both sketched with the iconic braids wrapping around their ears. “Both of them together?”

“Well, they’re also both Luke, since I couldn’t really pick who fit which roll better.”

“Two sets of the twins running around, huh?” Bill murmured, though he was really thinking about two Dippers (and they weren’t running around, either—they were very much not running). “… And Wendy’s Lando, I see. Am I Yoda, since I’m the most triangular or everybody, and the right size?”

“Uh …” Ford hesitated.

“Pff, it’s alright, I can already see 3PO and R2 are both me.”

Lamely, the Weirdologist explained, “Because you’re shiny. That’s the extent of the logic.”

“You gonna do any more sketches?”

“Assuming I can keep breakfast down, probably,” Ford said around a mouthful. “It’s … distracting. And fun. And relaxing, too. Helps to pass the time on a down day like this.”

“Um … M-mind if I stay and watch? Please?” Bill almost begged. “Y’know how much I love watching you meatbags make art.”

“… Oh, fine,” Ford relented. Because what was the harm in being nice to the Demon? Ford didn’t have to trust him for that. “Just don’t make any noise. My head aches enough as it is.”

Bill mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key before pulling up a chair and settling himself comfortably beside Ford. The only time he broke his silence after that was to ask Ford if he wanted more water, and to assert that the others would get a kick out of seeing these sketches (“especially Soos … the Twins, too, though we’d have to text ‘em a photo of ‘em, or mail the whole project to ‘em to see …”).

All in all, it turned out to be a rather nice day for both of them together.

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On the Side of the Angels Chapter 4

TITLE: On the Side of the Angels Chapter 4 PAIRING: (Castiel/Celeste) RATING: T CHAPTER: 4/? SUMMARY: Celeste, the daughter of a fallen angel and mortal. Ever since she was born, the angels were given orders to protect her, specifically Castiel and Gabriel. When she was 16, she was in a horrific car accident, which Castiel saved her from. When Castiel comes back to Earth, she’s in his thoughts 24/7. This poses a problem for him. How can he love her and still follow orders?

The lights in the warehouse where Dean and Bobby were starting burst. Just like the light and the glass in the hotel room and the gas station.

The doors flew open and a man in a trench coat entered.

Dean and Bobby fired their guns at him, but nothing happened. Dean picked up the demon hunting knife as the man walked up to them. “Who are you?” Dean asked.

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition”. His voice was deep and gravely.

“Yeah, thanks for that”. Dean buried the knife in the man’s chest and stepped back.

The man looked down at the knife and pulled it out, dropping it on the ground. Bobby tried to hit him over the head with a piece of iron, but he turned around and caught it before he could. He placed two fingers on Bobby’s forehead and he dropped to the ground.

“We need to talk, Dean”, the man said, “Alone”.

Dean leaned down and check Bobby’s pulse. He was still alive. Just knocked out.

“Your friend is alive”, the man said, stating the obvious.

“Who are you?” Dean asked him again.

“Castiel”.

“Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?”

“I'm an Angel of the Lord”. He said the same thing to Celeste when he revealed himself to her for the first time.

*13 years ago*

Celeste was 5 when he first revealed himself to her.

Castiel stood over Celeste’s bedside as she slept. The little girl stirred which startled Castiel, causing him to knock over something on her desk.

Celeste shot up in bed and her eyes fell on the man in her bedroom. “Who are you?” she asked.

“I am Castiel”.

“Oh! You’re an angel like Gabriel! He told me about you”.

“You can go back to sleep. I’ll watch over you”.

“That’s funny. Mama was right when she said that angels were watching over me”.

“Go to sleep”. He watched as the little girl laid back down and clutched her stuffed bunny to her chest. Castiel could tell Celeste wasn’t asleep; she was just pretending. He swept some of her hair back behind her ear and kissed her temple.

She fell asleep instantly.

“Dude, can’t handle the little girl so you just knock her out?” Gabriel asked, appearing in the room.

Castiel glared at his fellow angel. The fluttering of wings was heard and Castiel was gone.

Gabriel looked at Celeste in her bed and sighed. He knelt beside her and lightly pressed his lips to her forehead, stroking her blonde hair. “Sleep well, little angel”.

*Present Day*

Dean stood up. “Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing”.

“This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith”, Castiel said. Lightning flashed and two shadowy wings appeared on the wall behind him. Castiel remembered the first time Celeste asked to see his wings.

*6 years ago*

When Celeste turned twelve, she started asking Castiel and Gabriel questions. Right now, she and Castiel were in her room while she did her homework.

“Hey, Cas?” Celeste asked.

“Yes”.

“If you’re angel…why don’t you have wings? I mean, I know angels don’t have wings in the bible, but Gabriel told me most of the bible isn’t true anyway”.

“I do have wings. You just can’t see them right now”.

“Can you show them to me?”

Suddenly two shadowy wings appeared behind him on the wall.

“Wow. Do Gabriel’s look like that?” she asked him.

“Archangel’s had 6 wings. As a seraphim, I only have two”.

“Oh cool!” Without thinking, Celeste reached out and touched one of his feathers.

Castiel sucked in a breath. No one had ever touched his wings before. He didn’t even know if it was allowed. He grabbed Celeste’s wrist and pulled it away from his wings. “That’s enough”, he told her, “Now go finish your homework”.

Celeste pouted and sat back down at her desk.

*Present Day*

“Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes”, Dean said.

Castiel looked down in shame. “I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans and so can my real voice. But you already knew that”.

“You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?”

Castiel nodded.

“Buddy, next time, lower the volume”, Dean told him.

“That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong. There was one other who could, but…that doesn’t matter”.

 *3 years ago*

Celeste was 15 when he realized that she was developing feelings for him. “Cas?” Celeste asked.

“Yes?”

“Can you come over here?”

Castiel moved from his place by her window and walked over to where she sat on her bed.

“I just now noticed something”, Celeste said.

“What?” Castiel asked, looking down at her.

Celeste raised up on her knees and placed her hands on his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked her.

“Looking at your true form. You are so beautiful”.

Castiel’s cheeks turned a light pink.

Celeste could feel herself leaning in to kiss him when he grabbed her wrists.

“That’s enough Celeste”, he said taking her hands off his face.

“No really Castiel. I can see your true form. You’re so beautiful and when you and the other angels aren’t in your vessels, I can hear you all talking”.

Castiel’s brows furrowed. He knew she could hear them talking, but he had no idea she could see his true form.

Was that normal for a Nephilim? Or was she special?

“I have to go. Gabriel will be along in a little bit”, Castiel said, stepping back from Celeste.

“Cas?” she asked, her golden eyes staring at him.

Castiel forced himself to close his eyes and disappear from her room.

“Cas!”

*Present Day*

Maybe he should have let her kiss him that day.

“And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?” Dean asked.

“This? This is... a vessel”, Castiel explained.

“You're possessing some poor bastard?”

“He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this”.

“Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?”

Castiel wasn’t used to people not believing him. “I told you”.

“Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?”

“Good things do happen, Dean”.

“Not in my experience”.

“What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?”

“Why'd you do it?”

“Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you”.

‘Castiel’, he heard.

It was Celeste.

He could recognize her voice a mile away. Castiel looked around.

“Hey, you okay buddy?” Dean asked.

“Nothing. I thought I heard something”.

‘Cas’, the voice said again, ‘If you can hear me, I miss you. I wish you’d come back. Gabriel says something big is coming. He told me not to be scared. I know I’d feel a lot better if you were with me’.

Castiel wanted nothing more than to go to her, but he had work to do.

Reuniting with Celeste would have to wait.

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