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cupids-chronicles · 7 months

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The Twisted series: Twisted Love #1

Author: Ana Huang

Genre: Romance, New Adult

My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐/5.

Spice: 🌶🌶🌶

Goodreads rating: 3.7/5

Pages: 352

Published: 29 April 2021

Twisted Love Review

Note: This book is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 due to explicit content (steamy chapters).

If there were a roller coaster named "Twisted Love," you'd need a seatbelt, a helmet, and probably a permission slip from your emotions. Ava Huang, no relation to your blender (I hope), stirs up a potent concoction in this whirlwind of a romance novel that comprises–count them– 43 chapters of "Oh my gosh, did that just happen ?"

The story spotlights Ava Chen, a photography student with a keen eye for drama and Alex Volkow, the best friend of her brother and her knight in damp and stubborn armor. Seriously, their romance kicks off with Ava playing damsel in distress in the rain, only to be saved by Alex.

Cliché ? Yes.

Did I eat it up ? Double yes.

These two are like an onion of emotions - lots of layers and might make you cry. Ava's got a baggage claim's worth of past trauma and an ex-boyfriend who probably never learned the word "no" or "goodbye."

Alex? He's the broody sort, hiding his very own emotional baggage behind that mysterious exterior. (I'd bet if he were real he'd be a softie on the inside, and probably bake cupcakes or something.)

Sparks fly between these two like it's the Fourth of July. It's not all fireworks, though. Their relationship sees more ups and downs than my internet connection on a stormy day. And speaking of stormy… Chapters 19, 22, 24, 26, and 43? They're not weather updates, but you'll need a fan.

Huang, in between the romance and drama, has a checklist of all your favorite romance tropes. Brother's Best Friend? Check. Grumpy meets Sunshine? Check. Interracial romance? Yep. Forced to share the last piece of chocolate (or proximity, whatever)? Check. It's like she raided the romance trope store and thought, "I'll take one of each!"

Now, the pacing is great – though there are times when I wished I could yell, "Calm down !" But hey, that's romance novels for you. And if you're scouting for a quote to slap onto an aesthetically pleasing background and post on Instagram, here's a gem: "You don’t have to work overtime to get people to love you, Ava. Love isn’t earned, it’s given." So deep, it's almost at the Earth's core.

The end of the book? Oh boy, let's just say if you don't grip the edge of your seat, you might fall off. It's dramatic, touching, and everything in between.

To wrap up this twisted little package, "Twisted Love" is like that roller coaster you're a little afraid to get on but can't resist the thrill. Sure, it's part of a series, but it stands strong on it's lonesome. Fans of love, drama, and the occasional eye-roll, this one's for you!

Please note that this book is part of a series, but can be read as a stand alone.

Wait a minute boys and girls, check out these trigger warnings first:

Attempted murder

Blood

Child abuse

Death

Stalking

Violence

Romance Tropes, you ask ?

Brother's best friend

Grumpy/Sunshine

Forced proximity

Only one bed

Hates everyone but her

Touch her and you die

Who do we meet in this book ?

Alex Volkov

Ana Chen

What to read next:

The Ex Talk by Rachel Lynn Solomon

Fix Her Up (Hot And Hammered #1) by Tessa Bailey

To Love Jason Thorn (The Love and Hate Duology #1) by Ella Maise

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isthisselfcare · 2 years

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Hello! I've finished DM and the OoBiL and LOVED IT SO MUCH! I'm from Brazil and you can find me on Instagram @autorasilvershades. I want to tell you that I'm going to translate this wonderful story into Portuguese and post it on Wattpad. Thank you for the permission posted on Tumblr!

Thank you, you are very kind! Do send links to the translation when you’ve got something to share, I can add it to my translations list. Thank you very much for taking this on xx

I had a dream that Boris Johnson (note: I am not British, and don’t live there) was sending me WhatsApp messages (?!) to ask me for film recommendations, but instead I wrote him back about Batmobile. Insisting! I wouldn’t stop! For some reason, a dream me thought that it’s absolutely crucial that BoJo reads Batmobile.

Hilarious! If you manage to re-enter this dream, add me to the chat so that I can inform him that combs exist

When will you next post a fic? I would literally read your grocery list

I am sorry, I’ve no plans for more fic at the moment as my writing hours are taken up by other projects. But to give you something, here is my list for my next shop:

(Pain means bread in French. I am not in the market for pain, I generate enough by myself)

Hello! Your work is honestly breathtaking. I'm blown away by the depth of knowledge across the whole series (amongst many other things) - do you have any recommendations? The theoretical mathematics/arithmency was so fun to read and I'd love to know more about it! Thank you :) ps. yours was the first fan fiction I have ever read, and everything else pales in comparison. I hope you are proud of this masterpiece. It is stunning xxxx

Thank you for all the kind words! First fic eh?! A whole new world awaits.

Here are two suggestions for the maths:

Polyhedron Models by M Wenninger, which is what I used for inspiration for Draco’s magi-babble about the ward (plus fabricated bits of arithmancy)

Have a flip through An Introduction to Mathematical Reasoning by P Eccles – it’s written for first year uni students so it’s palatable for the not-so-maths-inclined, but I like it for clarifying concepts like what infinity actually means in maths, and mathematical proofs (what/how/why). I’d love to see a magical system based on maths (off to google)

Curious: what is the last book you read? Fiction and nonfiction! What is the last book you reread?

Last book read: The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens. Gutted, sickened, awe-struck that he was only 24 when he wrote this. Leave some for the rest of us for god’s sake.

My favourite quote: ‘There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.’

Last reread: Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Comfort read. ‘Life, what is it but a dream?’ (and opportunities to recommend fanfic to Boris)

Hello! This story was absolutely magnificent. I have two questions about it! What was your favorite scene to write? What is your favorite scene to read?

Favourite to write. Any of the following: the return of the nuns, any banter sequences, the rose garden, the Samhain chapter, the Darcy vs Darcy confession (thank you to a reviewer for that particular appellation), their last kiss

Favourite scene to read: the great humbling of Draco Malfoy in Chapter 20 and subsequent hug & linger

This was a difficult question!

Finally, if I may show you this magnificent art by anndro1d of angry Hermione driving off in Ch 7

Made my day! Thank you!

#asks #going to get round to the bigger questions soon #she said lyingly

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years

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The 411- A Fun Little Commentary

Hey everyone. I am currently working on chapter 23 and taking a little break to do this. Thought I'd share some little tidbits of the things I've put into this story and what they mean. No, it's not an explanation of the story as I already have a post up about that, but just more of a fun informative post, so I'll start with what I have just mentioned.

#1 Discrepancies: I am in 22 chapters deep, now working on 23. That's a lot of info to remember every single detail. I don't keep notes because this is purely all just for shits n giggles, and simply, I'm just too lazy to do that, now photoshop pics are a different story, I absolutely love doing those. So with all this said, discrepancies. You're going to find them. Just like in any novel and even in the movies, things that don't add up or contradict each other, you will find them in my story as well

#2 The Moonstones: Thranduil wears a giant one as a ring. The magic of his soul resides inside of it. He gave one to his now wife, Josephine, as a gift on their wedding day. It's a necklace with a smaller matching moonstone that lays over her heart and also carries Thrandy's magical essence inside of it. He gave it to her for protection. As long as the gems are in both of their possession, they can do magical things, whether the king and his love are together or apart, such as when Thranduil used them to save her from the fiery red haired dark lord Maldyr, blinding him and his minions while simultaneously burning through Josie's ropes with one massive fiery beam of light. That was one hell of a fireworks display. Even better, when the 2 stones unite in touch, you better cover your eyes and your ears as those suckers can light up an entire room and they hum and vibrate an ear piercing song as Josie and Haldir experienced out in the gardens of Thranduil's Hall when she used hers for the first time to try and contact her captive hubby. Mysteriously though, the light and sound does not affect the mighty Elvenking, after all, it is his own magic.

#3 Thranduil's magic: Speaking of his magic, the great and powerful Yandere Thranduil has a multitude of different tricks up his sleave. Some that haven't even come into play yet so stick around folks, it will only get better. The ones I have displayed through out the chapters so far range from healing capabilities, spells, and telepathic communication, including memory transfer, calming effects, and lastly, shapeshifting abilities. A.) Healing: No matter what ails you, Thrandy is the next best thing to the good Lord above. One touch of his hand, or even lips will have you good as new in no time flat. When his skin comes into contact with the recipient's skin, a bright warm glow appears in between the two and his magic is sent through their body. But as much as we would like to think the King is perfect, He cannot raise the dead, (although some might beg the differ after what happened to Haldir)... and even he has weaknesses. If he himself is hurt, it weakens all of his powers until he is fully healed. I'll get into that part later. B.) Spells: If you're in need of a witch King (a good one that is), then Thrandy is your man...or elf I should say. There isn't one thing he cannot conjure up, whether it's using his cauldron bowl full of the healing water that he used to discover his gal was still alive, his ring, or his hourglass he used against unsuspecting Haldir, when he speaks it, so it shall be. C.) Telepathy: Be careful what you think around the King of Mirkwood, he hears all, no matter who you are. (Except when black magic was used against his mind by Morwen). Now....This is where it gets complicated. No one can hear his thoughts unless he permits it. You have to ask for his permission by reaching out through your mind to him. But he in turn can speak freely to anyone at anytime. He also has the power to block his mind from whomever he chooses, and can also block others from entering another's mind, as he has done to protect Josie and Legolas from Morwen and Malsin's evil dreams and deeds. As far as a human to hear him, he has to touch their skin. Talk about mind games. Geez... D.) Memory transfer: Any memory Thranduil has, he can send to your mind and you will see it through his eyes as he experienced it. Pretty cool eh? He has done this more than once to his beautiful lady of the night, showing her precious memories the two of them have shared together. Even better, the memories are vivid as if you were experiencing it all over again, the sounds, smells, touch are all amplified. E.) Calming effects: I don't know about you, but if he touched me, I certainly wouldn't be calm, I would need an ambulance from having a heart attack caused by sheer excitement. Anywho, If you are upset, experiencing fear or having a panic attack like Josie would, his touch would wash it all away. F.) Shapeshifting: This is only mentioned once so far in this story, it's a revelation of Josie's at a later time shown to her by her twin flame. No one but her and Legolas knows of this shiny feature Thranduil possesses. When I say shiny, well, that's because he can shift into a glowing white stag, which Josie witnessed the first time her fantasy lover found her in the dark forest, but her mind suppressed it completely.

What more can I say. Thranduil is a Magic Man.

#4 Josephine's magic: A simple human now acquires most of the magic her hubby can do. Why? Because Thranduil's love juice is a magic of it's very own, full of his dna. But this only happens with an elf's true soulmate. Morwen was not, but still acquired the ability of telepathy with the King after they mated, but that is all she received. Josie however, being his twin flame, is receiving it all, little by little. Each day it is manifesting in her and she is experiencing surprising new capabilities as time goes on. The first tell tale sign was that her eyes changed to Thranduil's radiant color of blue, which he damn near fell off the bed in shock when he saw them the next morning after they first made love. Her senses were also magnifying. She could see clearly in the dark like the elves can and was no longer afraid of it. She then realized she could hear her man with out his touch, which she needed prior to their bedroom rendezvous. Besides her, Legolas is the only other that has free communication with his Ada through the mind as he also shares his papa's dna. Her hair became a more radiant red and her skin paler. Recently she has become aware that she can also send her memories to someone's mind like her hunky husband can do. She figured that out when she tried to send some to her King and he received them loud and clear. She can also work some witchy spells which she first realized after saving Haldir's life with her words and tears, along with Thranduil's hair ring she placed on a very dead Haldir. The biggest one so far are that her emotions can trigger the weather patterns, causing some hefty winds, thunder and rain. Better take cover if you piss her off. Also, Haldir calls her lady of Light for a reason. He could see it inside of her but she hadn't yet acknowledged or embraced it, until it surfaced full force as a shield, lighting up as bright as the moon in a giant bubble surrounding an ailing Haldir in protection from her jealous hubby's crime spell of passion on him, which took a toll on her physically for a short time after. Speaking of shields, that has what she has become due to all the trauma in her life, she is now able to protect herself emotionally, unknowingly blocking her mind as she was able to do to Haldir's magic, and even unknowingly did so to Thranduil when he tried to speak to her to save her from ending her life. Now that she is aware of it, she knows how to use it, having control over what she allows to break through. Lastly, her dreams. They have become quite prophetic, with most coming true such as she witnessed Haldir's death and sure enough, he kicked the bucket right before her eyes. With that said, her dreams aren't always in the literal form and can hold an entirely different meaning, such as seeing the wolves and a blonde elf at Maldyr's feet in a dream. She assumed it was her significant other, but it was in fact Haldir which she later discovered by the scent of his blood, and the wolves were just a metaphor of what Maldyr's presence meant in her life. Whew! The Queen of Mirkwood is on fire and she hasn't even come full circle yet with all of her capabilities. Stay tuned....

#5 Haldir: What can I say about this hunk of an elf? A lot actually. A gorgeous Marchwarden of the Lothlorien realm with street smart skills, an extremely witty nature, a total sweetheart and possesses a heart of gold inside that masculine body. He can also be somewhat human like as Josie noticed and loves that about him. He and the King of Mirkwood go way back as he is Legolas's Guardian, which is like a godfather that humans have. But he and Thranduil have been butting heads lately as Haldir has fallen in love with his beautiful Queen Josephine. Josie has come to deeply care for Haldir and it's caused quite the stir. But if you want to know more about that, you'll just have to read the story. Haldir has revealed he has some magic of his own. He can control emotions for one. Please Haldir, make me stop drooling over you, thanks. Not only can he control one's emotions, but he can force true feelings out, which he did to Tauriel as a prank about Legolas. He also can detect good and evil. He immediately saw Josie's light inside of her and also saw Malsha's evil right off the bat. You can't hide who you truly are from this smarty pants. Lastly, as far as we know at this point, he can also send memories like the also gorgeous King can do. The only difference are his memories aren't blatantly clear and have to be deciphered as to their meanings. He sent Josie one during his resurrection in the back forest and she actually received it instead of her shield blocking it out. She decoded it and that brought on the hunt to find him. His backstory hasn't been mentioned but it's something that will be at some point to better understand him. Love me some Haldir, that is all.

#6 The magic waters of the Woodland Realms: Not a whole lot to say on this but the obvious. If you are sick, injured or just feeling gloomy, dive right in, drink it too. It will fix you right up. Enjoy a glass of Thranduil's also magic and healing wine while you're at it for added benefits. The waters flow throughout Mirkwood, Lothlorien and Rivendell. Strangely though, the waters inside fancy Thrandy's halls and caverns are more potent, so if you're in need of a supercharge, use those instead. Be weary, but in a good way as the glowing blue lagoons manipulates those gloomy thoughts I mentioned making you feel all giddy inside, maybe even a bit aroused. Uh oh! Also the rain waters have healing effects as well. Go, run and play in it, you'll feel just like a kid again.

#7 The dark waters: DO NOT GO IN THERE...as Ace Ventura said, and Ludo said SMELL BAD. ...Pure evil. Do not touch it, do not drink it, do not even look at it as it speaks a sinister tone, and can coerce you into going in. Not that anyone of light would want to as it's stench could knock a buzzard off a shit wagon. It resides in the dark forest which I will get to in the next entry. It is sometimes referred to as the black waters, well, because it is as black as the night sky, filled with black magic and poison. Not even the powerful immortal King himself is immune to it's supernatural malevolence, as he had went in it to save his Queen and it caused him debilitating consequences, sucking his magic almost dry. If he would have stayed in it much longer, it would have killed him. It took him days to completely heal from it and regain his full use of magic again. Josie was also affected by it but thanks to her knight in shining armor, Thranduil immediately healed her as he pulled her out, taking all her poison into him on top of what he had already taken in, before it took a hold of him. True love there folks. Just stay the hell away from it capiche?

#8 The dark forest: This is no better than the black waters. It is of great evil and many dark elves reside there. It lies in the middle of Mirkwood, Rivendell and Lothlorien. It is full of wicked enchantment. Trickery at it's finest. It is surrounded by an invisible border that only the elves can see. Josie found that out the hard way before she obtained her elf King daddy's magic, but now she can see it's sheer and purposely beautiful lining that is meant to draw one inside. Once inside, it's a complete mind fuck. Hallucinations and evil voices consume you, with dark predators of all kinds lurking about. Finding the way out is only for the skilled and experienced elf. Josie had only been inside it a few feet and tried to get out but the beautiful forest that was behind her vanished before her eyes. There is an area that is referred to as the back forest, which lies between there and Rivendell, which is where Haldir's dead body was placed before his miraculous resurrection. It is nothing but dead trees, silence and darkness. Word to the wise, don't go wandering off into the forest because you won't know you are in the dark realms until you are in it.

#9 The dark elves: Foul evil creatures of the dark forest with a wretched stench, residing in wet dark caves beneath the earth as they hated the light of day and mostly only came out at dusk....mostly being a key word....They didn't dare go into the woodland realms of light, the magic there would instantly poison them and it was too difficult for them to heal by having black souls. Some dark ones used to be of light, such as Morwen, but possessed no magic and turned to the dark to obtain it. Nothing good ever comes from black magic as they found out it came with a hefty price, turning them ugly, inside and out. Malsin was the dark Lord until he was beheaded by handy dandy Haldir, then the older brother Maldyr took the reigns and was also beheaded by thrifty swifty Thrandy. Some dark elves were never of light, but born dark. Some had their own black magic, such as Maldyr, and some did not, Malsin being one, and would use "borrowed" black magic which as mentioned, they paid for. The succulent smelling Thrandyman always refers to them as filth, foul and putrid. They made a grave mistake messing with his Josephine. Do you get the feeling he does not like them?

Hope you all enjoyed! Now onto chapter 23.... ;)

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cloudgeal · 3 years

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I made some art for hide and seek! It’s not amazing but I wanted to show some love, I am really enjoying your fic!!

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Thank you!!!! omg I’m love them so much ;O; This is absolutely amazing!! Izuku being so happy chilling in the scarf and leg!!! LEG!! Owl legs are so wonky I love them so much! There is definitely a photo taken either by Mic or Aizawa and Izuku thinks it’s the most embarrassing thing ever, because excuse me?? Those are his practically naked legs they now have saved on their phone and will probably print out!!

#submission #greenheronhive #cries more #i've been staring at this for like a while now and i love this so so much #thank you so so much ;o;#i am so happy to hear that you're enjoying my fic!!#i think it's amazing!! please don't put down your work #gosh owlzuku in your style looks so huggable....#so can understand why mic wanted to find out what was underneath all that feathery fluff #izuku's expression in that pic really sells it like omg #izuku > excuse me what you do think you're doing to my fluff #hide and seek fanart #hide and seek fic #with your permission i'd like to share this in the notes of the next chapter? please let me know ;v;#midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #also me > forgets to tag the actual characters lmao #bnha

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hoboal87 · 3 years

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Don't Speak, Part 11

Characters: Sam, Reader, John, Bobby, Ellen, unnamed doctor, mentions of: Dean, Claire and Jo

Pairings: Sam x Reader, implied Dean x Claire, implied Reader x Claire, implied Sam x Reader x Dean

Summary: Y/N recovers from Sam and Dean's assault.

Warnings: soft!dark Sam, gaslighting, past rape/sexual assault**, recovery from assualt, stockholm syndrome, medical inaccuracies, mentions of past miscarriage, fluff?

Word Count: 1700+

**TW: past rape/sexual assault is mentioned throughout this chapter in non-explicit detail.

a/n: once again, i'd like to thank @negans-lucille-tblr for letting me bounce ideas off of her in the middle of the night (well, my time) thanks, Bee!

beta'd by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

This is a dark!fic that includes potentially triggering content and is intended for mature audiences only. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please, read the warnings and if you feel that you may be triggered and/or offended please move along. If you have any questions about the warnings/tags please feel free to DM me.

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Part 10

You’re tucked warmly in your bed and every inch of your body aches, so much so that even the slightest movement makes you want to cry. After Dean had finished with Claire, he and Sam focused all of their rage on you, showing you a level of brutality you’d not seen in months. The brothers invent a story about your injuries for Mrs. Harvelle and Joanna: that you and Claire had snuck out of the manor and were attacked by a stranger. They’re either too scared or too loyal to the Winchesters to question otherwise; but you know they don’t completely believe them. Joanna had told you on more than one occasion that most people who lived in town feared the Winchesters; none of them were brave enough to step on their property without permission. The look on Mrs. Harvelle’s face tells you that she doesn’t trust their story, and at one point, you think she may ask you what really happened, but she’s interrupted by John entering the room to check on you.

There’s a fleeting smirk on John’s face as he looks you over; no doubt the brothers had already given him every sordid detail. The smirk quickly turns into a look of concern when Mrs. Harvelle notes your unusual injuries, and suggests that they call for the doctor and possibly a midwife, so that you can receive proper care. John frowns at her suggestion, you’re sure he wants to keep your interactions with anyone outside of the manor to a minimum, but as she lifts your nightgown to show him the extent of Sam and Dean’s assault, he reluctantly agrees.

The doctor is a young man, he doesn’t look to be much older than you. You don't quite catch his name; you're too focused on the pain radiating throughout your body. He almost resembles Dean; dark blonde hair and chiseled features, but in place of Dean’s green eyes, blue ones shine back at you. Mrs. Harvelle holds your hand as he speaks to you warmly, examining your injuries gingerly, before declaring you have a broken wrist, cracked ribs, and a fractured cheekbone. He raises an eyebrow when Sam feeds him the stranger story, but you know he wouldn’t dare question a husband about what may or may not have happened in his marital bed. No one would be able to do anything even if they believed you. You were Sam’s wife, his property for all intents and purposes, and he could do with you whatever he pleased.

The doctor sets your wrist, and wraps a bandage around your chest, ordering that you stay on bed rest for the next two weeks. He not-so-subtly suggests to Sam that you keep ‘nighttime activities’ to a minimum. The idea of Sam sharing your bed at all sends you into near-hysterics, and you hope that the midwife will also give him the same order. the doctor gives Sam a little brown bottle full of a clear liquid, and you can make out the word morphine written in large block letters. For a moment you think you might have a way to help yourself and Claire. If the doctor comes to the manor every day, then maybe he'll see what's happening to you both. But your hopes are shattered when he begins to instruct Mrs. Harvelle on how to administer the dosage, at John and Sam's insistence, providing her with a needle and taking her through the steps. Once Mrs. Harvelle feels comfortable enough the doctor makes sure that she is watching your intake very closely.

As the doctor leaves your chambers, you hear hushed words between him and John. You want to speak up, to thank him for being so kind, but it hurts to open your mouth. the doctor nods and offers a warm smile when his eyes land on you, seeming to know what you wanted to say. John’s eyes narrow, and he grabs the doctor roughly by the arm and escorts him out of the room.

The same midwife who had given you a clean bill of health not two months ago is examining you again. She asks Mrs. Harvelle about the damage between your legs, and Mrs. Harvelle repeats Sam’s story about a stranger assaulting you. You wince as she looks you over, and when Sam asks if it could affect you becoming pregnant again, she answers with a sigh. She advises, just as the doctor did, that he refrain from lying with you until you are fully healed, and tells you both that you should have no problem conceiving again.

Mrs. Harvelle and Joanna seem to be splitting their time between you and Claire, but you’ve yet to learn what kind of state she is in. The brother’s may not have beaten her as badly as they did you, but the way they used her body will be seared into your memory forever. As it was before, the only men you can even tolerate being around are Bobby and John, and only then when you were in a morphine-filled haze.

“No man is stupid ‘nuff to come on this property,” you can barely make out Bobby’s voice through your still fogged brain. He didn’t seem to fear the Winchesters, unlike some of the other servants, but you weren’t sure with whom his loyalty truly lay. “Those girls barely do anything without the boys. Why would they sneak out in the middle of the night?”

“They’re young, not much older than Joanna,” John excuses.

“Yeah, but–”

“What exactly are you gettin’ at Bobby? You think Sam or Dean hurt them?”

“All’s I’m sayin’ is… I love those boys as if they were my own, John, you know that,” you’d never heard any of the servants at Winchester Manor call John by his first name, and to hear Bobby say it was almost unnerving. “But you know as well as me that there’s something off about them. Ellen and me have turned the other way for a long time now, we don’t say nothin’ ‘cause they weren’t hurtin’ nobody. But I saw Dean bring Claire back to their room–”

“What my sons do with their wives is none of your business, Robert, and I’ll thank you to keep your thoughts to yourself. Don’t forget your place, you and Ellen.”

You drift off to John and Bobby still talking, both making what seemed to be thinly-veiled threats and accusations. Thanks to the morphine, you spend a majority of every day sleeping, only waking for short bursts to be fed or bathed.

You wake one morning to see Sam sitting in a chair next to your bed. His focus isn’t on you, but a book in his hand, Frankenstein. Your body still aches but nothing like it did before. How long had it been– a few days, a week, more? Your wrist was still wrapped, and the bruises that you could see were no longer a deep purple but a light yellow-green.

You whimper as you move onto your side, unintentionally gathering Sam’s attention.

“Hey there, princess,” he smiles warmly, closing the book and putting it onto the table next to your bed. “How ya feelin’?”

You don’t know if you can speak, so you shrug your shoulders, and your hair falls in front of your face. Sam reaches out and you recoil, unsure of what he wants.

“S’okay, baby girl, I just wanna see those pretty eyes,” he soothes as he pushes your hair behind your ears. “There we go, now I can see my beautiful wife.” An uncontrollable warmth fills your body at Sam’s praise. “I’m gonna have Mrs. Harvelle draw us a bath, how does that sound, hmm? Let you soak up, s'been a while since you had a proper one,” Sam laughs slightly.

“‘Kay,” you mumble, fighting the soreness in your throat.

“Good,” he leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “how ‘bout some tea as well? Warm you right up.”

You nod, sitting up slightly as Sam leaves your room. It’s late in the day, supper time at least, oranges and reds coloring the sky outside your window. The leaves of an oak tree are an orangish-brown, at least the ones still attached to the branches, and you realize that all your memories since the loss of your baby are hazy at best.

Ten minutes later Sam is gathering you out of your bed, and carrying you into the bathroom. Mrs. Harvelle is there, offering to help you undress but Sam politely shoos her away, saying that he will do it himself. There is a moment between them that you don’t quite understand, and her eyes briefly flicker to you, as if she’s waiting for you to give her a reason to stay.

Part of you wants to ask her to, but you dare not go against Sam’s wishes; he’s being unusually kind, and you don’t want to sour his mood. The large, clawfoot tub is filled with steaming water, and you can’t deny that it looks very appealing. Sam sets you down on a small chair, and reaches for the hem of your nightgown. Your breath hitches, and Sam stops before looking back up to you. You take a moment before nodding your head, answering his unasked question, and he removes the dress, gently caressing up your body as he does so.

“I’d like to get in with you,” Sam asks, almost innocently, like a naive young boy, not the brute you know him to be. “If that’s okay?” you nod meekly and he slowly strips himself of his own clothes.

Sam picks you up gingerly, carrying you as you had always imagined a husband would carry his wife. He sinks down slowly, and you gasp as he places you in the water. It’s almost uncomfortably hot, but after a moment or two your body adjusts and you let yourself be overtaken by its warmth. Sam climbs in behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach, and encourages you to lean back against him and settle between his legs.

Sam hums as you relax into him, and you find a source of comfort in the steady beat of his heart. There’s silence between you, for once, and you don’t feel the need or pressure to do anything but be with your husband. Water ripples as Sam’s usual rough touches are replaced by soft and meaningful caresses over your healing body.

“You know I love you, Y/N,” Sam murmurs in your ear, breaking the silence. It's the first time he’s ever said that to you, and you feel your heart swell.

“You do?” You ask as you turn around to face him.

“Of course I do. That’s why I had to teach you a lesson, because I love you,” Sam caresses your face. “I know you want to be a good girl, a good wife for me, and you try so hard. The baby–” he stops as you retreat back. “–it wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you.”

“You don’t?” You’d been blaming yourself for the better part of two months, but now knowing Sam doesn’t, you find relief from the guilt you’d been feeling.

“No, baby girl,” he pulls you towards him, letting your chest rest against his. “It'll happen when it's supposed to, ‘kay?” You nod, too overcome by his confession to do anything else. He loves you. “I need you to promise me one thing, Y/N,” you perk up, staring deep into his eyes. “Don’t you ever do anything like that again.” You don’t need him to be specific, you know exactly what he’s referring to. “We took it easy on you, and you don’t want to see what happens when I get mad, do you sweetheart?”

“I pr-promise,” you nod your head.

“Good girl.”

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