#AND LUCIFER NOT GETTING A CHANCE TO BE A GOOD DAD TO HIS CHILD AND BE THERE FOR HIS FAMILY
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Look. I loved LOVED lucifer series in general and I absolutely onboard with s6 deckerstar daughter and time travels cause I adore both this tropes, but the way it was handled....... that was unnecessary cruel and poor. I love good time loop ouroboros terminator style written tragedies that you can't avoid to happen, but that didn't make sense in lucifer. First of all RORY HAD WINGS ALL HER LIFE. If she was so angry at Lucifer and wanted revenge/answers so bad that she literally involuntary time traveled to get it, why couldn't she JUST FLY TO HELL AND CONFRONT HER DAD AT ANY POINT OF CHLOE'S LIFETIME? Makes no sense she didn't try to find him in her own timeline at least once, he's not hard to find, he's not hiding, Lucifer is literally in the first place you would go look for him - in HELL. No need to time travel for that, girl.
More than that, if they couldn't stop the time loop, they def could STAGE all her acts in it in order to have a good life together and still keep the story happening. Like, Lucifer would work part-time in hell (like Ame in heaven) an spend half of the time with his family on earth, and tell Rory what happened in s6 and what she did, so Rory would KNOW about her future and learn to control her powers sooner with her dad's help. Then when it's time Rory could time traveled back and simply ACT angry, so her parents would believe the story she told, how she never knew her father and how he just vanished and all of that (that is not true anymore or never ever was true at all). Yes, all of this is a little messed up, but it is still more logical and satisfying than the fact that Rory basically ruined her parents' and her own happy life on earth together for her character development arc, that she wouldn't need at the first place if she didn't do it.
#and it's just ONE of more logical and satisfying solutions for this loop than what we got#i mean if they wanted the time loop trope so bad#and couldn't come up with something better#just WHY#WHY WOULD YOU END THIS EPIC LOVE STORY LIKE THAT#it's just lazy#and you know what#a lazy happy end is BETTER than a lazy tragedy#so why would you choose a lazy tragedy anyway#it's just sad#i know that technically it's still a happy end with chloe in hell with lucifer after all BUT HOW ABOUT ALL HER LIFE BEFORE HOW ABOUT IT#TO RAISE TWO CHILDREN WITHOUT A PARTNER AND NOT BEING LAID FOR LIKE 50+ YEARS IS NO FUN#AND LUCIFER NOT GETTING A CHANCE TO BE A GOOD DAD TO HIS CHILD AND BE THERE FOR HIS FAMILY#NOT SOUNDING LIKE A HAPPY LIFE TO ME#lucifer tv#lucifer 2016#lucifer morningstar#lucifer#chloe decker#lucifer x chloe#deckerstar#lucifer morningstar x chloe decker#aurora morningstar#rory morningstar#netflix#time loop#lucifer x rory
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Okay, but... now I'm wondering >.>
@the-witchhunter We talked about Danny being Morningstar's feral, probably engineering oils and ectoplasmic goo covered, mad scientist/himbo hybrid (attack) purse dog. His special lil guy.
But!
I seek your Knowledge(TM).
From second hand accounts? He seems to HATE the hypocrisy. The blaming HIM for humanity's own choices. The rat race and endless song n dance of "Righteous Good VS. Cartoonish Evil". Because it let's humanity paint themselves the helpless victims. Because it's all surface level. Because it is not so easy to escape the ugliness of your Sins, yet they keep trying to scapegoat him.
Fuck um.
He was tired of it.
But? He still has CONSIDERABLE POWER. It's probably written down. And the Ring Of Rage? Is proooobably not the loveliest of artifacts? I imagine, like the Crown, it's NOT leaving Danny alone. One of those "we don't CARE if there is no throne left to sit upon, you WILL wear us, as King" sort of systems.
It genuinely would not and DOES NOT matter, if not a single soul in all the Zone bows to him. Did he defeat the previous holder of their Right To Rulership? Yes or No.
If No, fuck off.
If Yes, new monarch.
Is it hurting him? Not the rings problem. Nor the Crown's. Heavy is the weight, etc etc. But! DANNY would certainly care. He is... is ANGRY all the time now. Has no idea who would even MAKE this bullshit ring. Why JUST Rage? Yeah, it makes ghosts stronger, but at what COST?
He can't even get rid of it!
......by himself.
Luckily, he's still clear headed enough to know that he's NOT in this by himself. And it's amazing what "mom, dad, this ring is trying to drive me insane. Help me" in a terrified and tearful voice, can brush over. No one threatens their baby and all that.
It would honestly be hilarious, seeing the extended Fenton clan decend like LOCUSTS on Pariahs Keep, searching for clues, terrifying the local ghosts, if... if he wasn't so tired.
God he's so tired.
It's Aunt Alecia who... "politely encourages" a passing scholar to lend them the book they need. Took the poor sucker right out of the sky. Guy never stood a chance. RIP.
He learns he has to head..... over? Like... 27 that-ish way, then up. Huh. 27 WHAT?
Realities, apparently. He's in the wrong bundle. Branch? Neighborhood? Eh. Clan Fenton rolls back out, he packs his bags, and hilariously enough? Goes off to the devils night club. Hopes he likes rings. Or hates them.
Thankfully, being "king" means the Zone? Kinda... humors him? Like... it still has RULES(tm). He can... can FEEL that now. But it's willing to bend some for him, if he asks. And anything NOT against the rules? If it's in the right mood? He need only ask. It's weird. Being suddenly so powerful, yet NOT, at the same time.
Cause none of it's his.
All he has is the Zone's attention. The ability to ask pretty please. If you don't mind. And then? The highways between... ALL will just? Shift and change for him. He can see how it went to Pariah's head. The Zone is pretty agreeable. Is by nature Amoral, cause it's not a Being, it's... well, it's the Zone.
And everyone wants him to ask things. Do things. Demand this or that. Use this power.
Maybe he doesn't WANT too! Maybe he didn't WANT to be king! Doesn't he have the right to say NO? To refuse? Why do they think he OWES them service? An eternity of politics and people trying to kill him, for something he never wanted in the FIRST PLACE.
He's so tired.
The nightclub's pretty cool.
So he comes to ask, politely of course, cause the guy's probably busy, if Morningstar could... dunno, fix or destroy it? Want a ring, maybe? Also he heard you MADE the stars. Huge fan of all of that. Can I ask about the process? Or are you in the middle of something?
And? Lucifer? Turns around, from where he's Leaning Seductive Yet Elegantly(tm) to see... scrawny. Tiny corpse child. No... half? Corpse? Alive. Dying. Alive yet dying. Huh. Well, that is different. And here he didn't think he'd get see anything NEW. You, child, are NOT a zombie. What are you?
Halfa.
I have no idea what that is. What do you want?
He gets shown the ugliest, crudest, peice of shit ring imaginable. A genuine foul little curse. Really stinks up the place. He destroys it, obviously. This club has STANDARDS. Hope that wasn't important?
Kid just smiles the biggest fangy lil grin. No. No it was not.
Obvious, lie, but cute lil teeth. He'll allow it.
He gets dragged into talking about the stars. And talking. And talking. Mostly bragging and explaining. Kid hangs off his every word. Follows him around as he makes his rounds. Asks good questions. Completely focused, dispite the booze and barely dressed dancing all around him.
Lucifer can't help notice the crown.
Lovely little thing. Space ice and star dust, glittering like jewels and light catching the mist. If he remembers right... that one iiiiiis..... not Limbo, it's.... Zone! That crown is the Zone, it changes to suit the wearer. He recognizes the vibe. Awfully young, aren't you?
And.... it all burst forth. He didn't even need to press. Use persuasive words and honeyed tones. Like an inflamed, festering wound. The merest brush is enough to spill everything.
Negligence, greed, blood lust. Bigotry and xenophobia. A tyrants endless quest for power. Ah, humans. They truly don't change do they? Realities away, dead or alive. Now they're harrasing a child. He honestly looks miserable. Whereas just a moment before, listening to Lucifer talk about his work on the stars, his soul practically GLOWED with light. A tiny little star unto himself.
.......maybe it's the big ol "I'm you BIGGEST FAN" eyes. The sad wet cat aura. Perhaps the scrawny "could snap you like a twig" teenager, all elbows and knees. The fact he is, in fact, NOT human; for all that he once was. But?? The kid? Is... not terrible company.
He'd even go so far as to say? It's like having a pet intern.
He can sleep on the couch.
Tell you what, you stay here? I'll keep taking about stars and YOU can do the chores I don't feel like doing. I'll take care of you and all that.
And Danny? Honestly was sold at the word "stars" but? This sounds like a phenomenally terrible idea... and he has yet to meet one of THOSE he hasn't made out sloppy still with, so deal! But as a minor, that DOES make you his new gaurdian for the next four-ish years. He's legally obligated to finish schooling.
Ah.
.....well shit.
(Just? Local stressed 14-15 year old Ghost King does RESPONSIBILE thing and finds Adultier Adult. With more qualified Adult powers. Unfortunately for everyone, the adult is Lucifer Morningstar, night club owner. Even MORE Unfortunately, said ghost kind has pack bonded with the Nice Star Man, who saved him from the Bad Ring, and effectively offered to let him crash on his swanky couchs.
Now Morningstar has to? Somewhat VAGUELY pretend he gives a shit local schooling system, as he puts his charge INTO it. Actively giving waking terrors to the magical community. What evil plot is afoot? Where did he get this tiny minor death god? What is his end goal FOR said child?
No one knooooows~
But Lucifer is just doing this cause he's a Being of his word. He hates the tedious minor chores he'll be foisting off onto Danny. And? Most importantly? Look at that face. *shoujo sparkly eyes of Star Sempai Noticed Me!* it's like having a golden retriever puppy. Ffs he has STANDARDS.)
(It'd be hilarious to watch the hostile 5th dimensional chess DC characters have going on in the background, all while? Danny is like? Man! Isn't this universe GREAT? Everyone here is so CHILL! And nice to me! I'm so relaxed now! Finally, I can finish my education in peace.)
@hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#danny phantom#tw wounds#but only as euphemism for emotional state
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Deadpool quotes but with my Lucifer's older sibling!reader idea-
Reader: [First day in Hell, in the middle of a fistfight] Have you seen this woman?
[holds up a bad crayon drawing of Charlie]
Sera: You've been warned, Reader. This is a shameful and reckless use of your powers. You will be coming with us
Reader: Look, Sera, I don't have time for the goody two-shoes bullshit right now
Alastor: Do you have off an switch?
Reader: Yeah, it's right next to the prostate. Or is that the on switch?
Reader; [after finding out about Charlie's existence] You're clowning. You're not clowning? I sense clowns
Charlie: Feeling a bit lonely?
Reader: Only sometimes when I'm by myself. Or other times when I'm with other people.
Reader: [First ever conversation with an awe-eyed Charlie] You're probably thinking, "My dad said that his older sibling is the second most just being in all of creation, but his sibling just turned that guy into a fucking kabab!" Well, I may be just, but I'm no hero. And yeah, technically, that was a murder. But some of the best love stories start with a murder. And that's exactly what this is, a platonic love story.
Reader: [to Sera] Listen, the day I decide to become a crime-fighting shit swizzler, who rooms with a bunch of other little whiners in the Lord's Kingdom with some creepy, [points to Adam] Heaven's Gate-looking motherfucker... on that day, [points to Emily] I'll send her shiny, happy ass a friend request
Reader [Helping in the second extermination]: Daddy needs to express some rage.
[starts firing their guns]
Reader: Listen, Angel, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much. I also buried 1,600 kilos of cocaine somewhere in the hotel - right next to the answer for getting out of a soul contract. Good luck.
Angel Dust: [Grinning] You fucking asshole
Alastor: Morningstar!
Reader: How can I help you? Besides luring women into dark, creepy basements.
Reader: [Just learned how to use a phone, looking at a text from Angel] What is that?
Husk: That's the shit emoji. You know the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long
Sera: I've given Reader every chance to join us but they'd rather act like a child. A heavily armed child. When will they grow up and see benefits of joining the Angelic Council?
Emily: Which benefits? Commiting genocide for amusement? Or the Angel that falls every few decades?
Sera: Please, falling out of Heaven builds character
Reader: Superhero landing. She's gonna do a superhero landing. Wait for it...
[Lute jumps from the platform and lands]
Reader: [clapping their hands] Whoo! Superhero landing! You know, that's really hard on your knees
Charlie: [Stopping Reader from killing Valentino] I can't allow this, Reader. Please, come quietly.
Reader: You blonde cock-gobbler!
Charlie: That's not nice.
Reader: You're really gonna fuck this up for me? Trust me, that squeaking bag of dick-tips has it coming. He's pure evil. Besides... Nobody's getting hurt.
[a dead body falls off an overhead building]
Reader: That guy was already up there when I got here.
#hazbin hotel 2024#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin lucifer#hazbin charlie#hazbin alastor#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#deadpool quotes#incorrect quotes#hazbin hotel insert#hazbin hotel incorrect quotes
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MC and their tiny dog!
summary: MC gets their little dog from the human world to the House of Lamentation and everyone has mixed reactions about it!
This idea came to me while avoiding uni work so enjoy.
Everyone was so happy you were coming back from the Human Realm, you were gone for almost a month and all the demons were waiting for you coming back. Much to their surprise, you brought back your most loved companion: your dog.
Lucifer:
You call this a dog? Really?
He is speechless and for bad because he never agreed to you having a puppy at home.
When he gets a chance he will pull you away and ask you what do you mean by this. You have various choices but the most efficient one is to remind him that he said you were equals and that meant being able to take decisions on what gets inside the house.
That serves to butter him up and make him daydream of running the House together as more than equals. He will grunt and mumble how he is stilo thw head of the house but the dog can stay as long as you take care of it's needs.
He isn´t friendly with the puppy unless the puppy is friendly first. Maybe the pup sneaks inside his office and sleeps at his feet while he works or even the puppy waits for him at the main entrance and wiggles when he gets home. He isn't going to be specially sweet to him but he will pet the dog and buy him little toys every once in a while.
Now,Lucifer knows how important the dog is for you so he will keep his mean thoughts to himself but to him a creature thar size is not worthy calling a dog.
Won't even think of taking the dog on a walk but he will offer himself to go buy him food or any supplies he needs.
"I don't appreciate your dog, I am doing it because I appreciate you and the effort you make."
He's lying,he appreciates the dog because the dog's love for him it's a sign of trust and respect and if you ever treat the dog like your little child he will 100% puff his chest and say the dog loves him to be with you.
He doesn't want the dog on his bed nor yours but he can sleep on the couchs if you keep their hair brushed and neat.
When he gets accustomed to the pup he will tell you that whenever you need help making them take a bath just call him. Honestly he just wants to have that kind of domestic moments with you.
Overall an 7/10 because he will never not look down on the pup because of their size.
Mammon:
Now see,he likes cats more BUT he is such a good kind soul that all animals like him, including your dog.
It doesn't come as a surprise when your dog follows him around the house and wiggles at him to play.
And just like you, the dog wins over Mammon's heart in no time. They go on walks together and Mammon went as far as to call himself their step-dad.
The dog sleeps with him and has his own bed on his room as well as another set of plates to eat and drink from because the House is enormous for a dog who's as tiny as they are.
Teaches your dog tricks to surprise you. Suddenly Mammon claps and the dog plays dead and you get a heart attack because Mammon forgot to warn you. His bad, he's sorry please don't hate him.
The size of the dog amuses him so much, he gets so giddy when the dog sneaks into small places, hops on top of him or anything that includes taking advantage of his size.
Buys him a new collar and a new tag that has yours and his number in case the little one goes missing.
His smile ia bigger than ever when the dog waits for him at the main entrance, Mammon drops to his knees to pick his kid and snuggle him a little before both of them go to your room to also snuggle you.
Total dog dad 11/10
Leviathan:
Not so friendly with the dog not only because he's jealous but also because the dog looks at him too much for his liking. He's okay with looking at the pup as long as they don't stare at him with 'empty eyes' as he called them.
Wouldn't let them inside his room, he thinks dogs are not naturally clean creatures nor they are careful. He will die if the dog chews at anything he finds valuable or worst, if the dog eats anything that they found on his room and dies.
If the dog is calm and usually chill, Levi will lay down on your bed and the dog will get some petting and cuddles but it has to be in your room.
He strikes me as an allergic person and if he happens to be allergic to the dog Levi will probably get on a medical treatment because a. It's going to be a hassle and b. He loves you and you spend a lot of time with the little one.
He's not very good at showing emotions but he will show his appreciation for the dog in tiny gifts and talking to them about his day. It's a common sight to find them in your bed talking (Well, only Levi does the talking but still) and playing with a toy that keeps the dog jumping around.
5/10 because he will kick the dog out when he gets tired of them.
Satan:
Totally not. "That thing can´t have a place in my home! I can´t have a cat but MC gets to have a damn dog?" He is furious.
He won´t lash out to you nor the dog, Lucifer will pay for the broken plates. Both of them yell at each other through dinner until Lucifer dismisses them and the only sound that can be heard for at least an hour or so is Satan telling Lucifer he is "an ungrateful fucker who has preference" and Lucifer would dismiss him and ignore his points. This will blow into a heated argument, they will most likely throw hands but hey Satan´s got a cat now.
After Lucifer agreed that Satan could have a cat (he was tired to argue), Satan seemed more than happy and Mr. Whiskers seemed to be chill around your dog so there were no biggie.
Each animal stays on it´s own room until they get used to the other, then they will slowly start to come around and be friendly.
Now, if they are friendly from the beginning then Satan will look at your dog more fondly but if they don´t Satan will most likely dislike your dog and say your puppy lacks manners and that you should put more effort into raising him.
"Oh but look at it! It doesn´t have the calm and charm of a cat I find it´s fluffiness annoying and pompous, I can´t think of why you would share something as sacred as your bed with that."
He really is annoying about your dog so you need to set boundaries clear and tell him to shut the fuck up.
1/10 This one doesn´t need a clearer explanation.
Asmodeus:
Total cutie! Asmo loves your dog!
He is another dog dad, he loves how your puppy is so affectionate and playful with him. He loves taking pictures of your pup and posting them, there´s thousands of videos of them playing tag, with sticks, even there´s a few pics of Asmo showering your little one.
He is the perfect person to go to the vet with, he talks to the dog all the way through and helps the little one relax when they are about to see the vet.
He keeps a stash of stuff for your puppy like clothes, dog food, treats and more. Asmodeus is so enamored with your pup, he thinks your puppy is so small and cheerful and he thinks they resemble you.
"MC your dog is just like you it´s true, the dogs resembles their owners!"
Asmodeus is the sweetest alive when it comes to cute animals, he doesn't like the fur the tiny one leaves around but he bought a brush for his clothes.
He loves how you two are really close, Asmo enjoys seeing the pup follow you around and be your companion. He is a little worried sometimes because everyone and everything in the house is big and the dog is really smal.
He really likes putting the dog on his bed and playing with it, rubbing it's belly and speaking to them the same way one speaks to babies.
100% the first one to throw a fit if somebody says the dog is ugly, don't call his baby ugly!
Super dog dad, 10/10 he exceeded on his duties.
Beelzebub
He likes it,he doesn't love it bu he loves the look on your face when the dog is around, how you enjoy it's company so if it makes you happy then everything is fine.
He is usually fond of dogs and he is fond of your dog but it's really tiny and it makes him uncomfortable.
Before you,Beel wasn't used to hang around things or people significantly smaller than him and even you are smaller than him due to his demonic traits but still. He doesn't want to hurt the puppy,he knows it will kill your heart if something happened to the dog that you see as your kid. He us used to you and the little trinkets you give him as well as the little things in your every day life that he came to notice but the dog moves,it has life and a mind and it kind of scares him.
He reads a lot about tiny dogs so he can know how to help you, he wants to be involved but with his hands and strength away from the puppy as to not hurt them.
"Is his heart okay? I closed the door too loud and I read that it could scare them so much their hearts stopped."
Eventually Beel will come around and hang around with the dog,petting them and playing with so much gentleness.
If the dog likes the soft game is cool but if the dog likes playing rough he is more than okay. Soon enough Beel is bitten in places like his toes, fingers, hands, arms and whenever the dog can reach. Truly it's tiny teeth do no harm to Beel other than tickle him.
He likes brushing the dog, washing its clothes and teeth, sharing small pieces of his food with them. Watching them interact it's extremely adorable.
I'll put him on a 9/10 because he barked back at the dog once.
Belphegor
Nope. 100% dislikes the dog, it's always following you and growling at him and it makes his skin itch.
More than once he made jokes about pushing the dog when it's going downstairs to watch him fall, he earned a punch in the stomach (deserved).
Satan once said that the pup dislikes Belphie so much because they are similar to MC and they probably sensed his vibes. Belphie is hurt and bothered but he tries to be less of a little shit to the dog ever since.
It takes some time, a few growls from both sides and some biting but they get there. Belphie once shared a piece of meat with the pup and they have been less wary of him ever since, the pup once barked to Lucifer and Belphie softened a little at the sight.
Belphie doesn't like to be bothered while sleeping but he does like the extra watm the dog provides when they lay at his feet. Progressively the dog likes him more and more to the point of sleeping by his side at the height of his shoulder even going as far as to lay on top of him.
Dislikes the licking, like he finds it disgusting most of the time specially when the dog licked his face he made the worst gagging noise.
He likes to feed the dog because it reminds him of Beel, the dog is excited when he eats food and so is Beel.
Again overall 7/10 because he's not good nor bad he just exists alongside the dog.
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Hello!! I just read your velvette fic and it blew me away!!
Would it be okay if you made a fic of lucifers new wife meeting the hazbin hotel gang, along with mentioning how she died? It can be a song fic, and if it was, maybe what I know now from Beetlejuice?
If I'm asking for a lot, I'm sorry, this is my second time requesting something :)
Either way, thank you for considering this request, and if you could tag me if you make it, that would be nice!
With love 💙💙
-Xin
Good evening my dear! First of all you're doing great requesting! @fuck-this-shit-xin
Normally I prefer not to write for Lucifer for a couple of reasons, but the moment I read what I know now, I immediately went into writing mode, I ADORE THAT SONG, and Beetlejuice the musical as a whole but that song changed me, I annoyed my parents by playing it all the time back in 2020. I may have gotten slightly off track of the request, (I got excited writing reader singing)
If I knew then what I know now
Warnings!!!
Suicide and Self harm, Reader was a child star, Reader like the others breaks into song.
Link to the song, highly recommend you listen to it while reading!
Well, meeting your new husband's daughter was a bust, you ended up at her hotel, and he proceeded to get in a fight with a radio deer man and it was chaotic, So you decided to have a redo dinner where you could properly meet her and everyone,
Unfortunately the duck obsessed man had some type of emergency leaving you with your stepdaughter, her girlfriend and a couple of the other hotel residents alone.
"I'm sure he'll be back eventually."
You said with a strained smile, nervously smoothing out your dress as Charlie nodded,
"Yeah! I'm sure it was something that was super important, So uh, how'd you meet my dad?"
"Oh! Well it's a funny story-"
"Better question how does he perform in bed?"
"ANGEL."
"I'm not answering that."
And that pinwheeled into everyone drinking at the bar, chatting about random things and eventually Angel dust said something about his erotic films and you said you were in a couple of films when alive, although yours were more.... Family friendly
"Life is a thing that should be cherished, let me tell you I wish I could go back to it sometimes," you said swirling the alcoholic beverage in your hand,
"What wassssss your life like?"
"Well,"
The radio flickered on, letting a tune pour out.
Alastor raised an eyebrow.
"I was hot, I went to parties a lot"
You leaned back in your chair, recalling when you were alive,
"Y'know?"
Well that's not what Charlie was expecting you to open with,
"I was driving Lamborghinis, Sipping super-dry martinis,"
You downed the rest of your drink before standing up, moving to the music
"In the tiniest bikinis on a yacht"
You were quite scandalous when you were alive
"But I was depressed"
You put an arm over your head and leaned back leaning back, Alastor pushed you forwards with his cane.
"Also completely obsessed"
You had competed in beauty pageants since you were a child, you had starred in some films both as a child and as an Adult.
"An unhappy beauty queen"
It had been installed in you to be beautiful, the best, you had to eliminate your competition by outshining them, you were thrusted into the spotlight at such a young age, you never stood a chance.
"Who dreamed to be Miss Argentina"
A role you couldn't reach no matter how hard you tried,
"I had such low self-esteem"
You were beat down verbally by not only those around you, but by yourself, no one could beat the words you told yourself in the late hours of the night.
''I was a mess''
You had drowned your woes in alcohol, cocaine and other things, no one truly knew how much of a mess you were, being completely functional to do your pageants or films.
"So I gave it all up for the netherworld''
You flipped your hair as you twirled around.
"I've been here forever, girl"
You couldn't tell how long it's been since you died, you witnessed the decades change slowly but surely as more souls fell below.
"If I was more clever, girl"
You smiled.
"I would've stuck it out, Knowing what life's about,"
Oh how you missed looking out your window and seeing the blue sky, the sun, you missed fresh fruit, you missed the trees, normal looking animals!
"Pain and joy and suffering"
Maybe if you were born into a different life you would've been happier.
"Failing but recovering"
You made the decision to fix yourself, you hated the way your coping mechanisms made you feel, it destroyed you.
"I'll tell you another thing, Everyone comes here alone"
You motioned at the residents of the hotel, you weren't completely wrong, Angel dust came alone, Alastor showed up alone but summoned forth Husk and Niffty later on, Sir Pentious technically had his eggs but still.
"So if you are breathing, Go home!"
You danced with the rhythm of the music, hips moving.
"If I knew then, What I know now"
You placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder,
"I would have looked within and let love in somehow"
She gave you a warm hug you returned the hug before stepping back
"If I only knew the truth back then"
It was the last time, that's what you told yourself as you opened the bottle of Vodka, just one last time.
"I wouldn't have had my little "accident""
The little voice in your head was telling you it was going to get worse, and worse, you would never escape this life, you would forever be watched like a puppet, there was a letter opener on your nightstand, you were using it to open fanmail early that day.
The bracelets on your wrists moved showing a glimpse of the red markings that ended your life.
"Don't be blind"
You laid on the cold ground, blood staining your clothing, you looked up and saw the night sky, the stars were so, so beautiful.
"We left our whole lives behind"
You wondered who found you, your manager? a friend? Family member?
"See a shrink, Call a priest"
You moved around,
"Ask the recently deceased"
You glanced at the hotel residents, they hadn't died recently, you snapped your fingers summoning forth little puppet like people, where they sinners, did they come from you? Were they like the eggs? Who knows.
"Death is final and you cannot press rewind"
Stage lights turned on.
"Don't jump when the light is red"
"Toasters should be used for bread"
"Never smoke cigars in bed"
Three puppets sung, different colored lights shining on them
"Nietzsche was right, y'know, to live is to suffer, bro"
"Don't cheat on the one you wed"
A puppet dress in a suit popped up next, mocking a groom.
"Never whip a thoroughbred"
"Angry pygmys shrunk his head"
"Why did it take death to see, Happiness was up to me?" They sung in unison, each puppet dressed to match their line.
You stepped onto the stage the puppets surrounded you, standing beside and behind you.
"If I knew then, What I know now,"
You moved with the puppets,
"I would've laughed and danced"
Regrets filled you through and through
"And lanced every sacred cow"
You never did the things you wanted too, you never truly indulged in the hobbies you loved,
"I thought I knew, but I was wrong!"
If you could turn back the clock you would, without hesitation,
"'Cause life is short"
You would've probably still ended up here but at least you could've said that you lived life to the fullest!
"But death is super long"
You had an eternity to make up for the things you never did in life, it wasn't the same for multiple reasons, the main one being you were in hell.
A puppet exploded into a pile of confetti beside you.
"I exploded!"
Niffty quickly moved to clean up the confetti.
You danced to the music, twirling the puppets around, pulling up Charlie up onto the stage for a quick dance, A stray puppet pulling Angel dust into a very disorganized dance as he was tall while the puppet was not, Alastor did a goofy dance while another puppet aimed to dance with the eggs.
it wasn't all bad being down there, after all you did met your darling husband who you loved, and being married pulled you up above the average sinner.
Charlie hopped off of the stage
"If I knew then, What I know now"
Lights moved with you around the stage
"I would've crossed every line and drank all the wine"
One of the puppets wandered off to grab a glass of wine only to be stop by husk picking it up and tossing it over.
"Before my final bow!'
You did a half bow before twisting around, face to the puppets as they danced around you.
"If I knew"
You raised a hand the faintest of strings could be seen
"The things that now I know"
"I would ride the highs and cherish the lows"
Life was something you should've NEVER took for granted, you longed for the sense of normalcy that came with it,
"Going, it's a quick trick 'round the rodeo"
A small wooden horse with a smaller puppet moved around the stage for a moment.
Your movements became more face paced, your voice
"So before they lower the curtain, be certain to enjoy the show"
You bowed elegantly.
"That's what I know!"
The curtains closed.
"Life is short but death is long, Here, one minute then it's gone""
"Thought I knew but I was wrong, If I only knew what I know now!"
Your legs gave out below you, collapsed on the stage, the puppets vanished as the song ended, you were glad the curtains covered you.
You could hear the hotel doors fling open,
"Sorry I'm back! Everything's dandy now, what'd I miss?"
You heard your husband say, you took a deep breath before standing up brushing yourself off.
"Why are there ducks stuck on your coat?"
"I see Alaska is still here,"
"It's Aʟǟֆȶօr."
"Dad, Alastor please behave"
And that was your cue to prevent another fight You opened up the curtains with a large smile,
"Luci! You just missed my performance"
You said leaping off the stage tackling the short fallen angel into a hug, flustering him at the sudden attack of affection.
"I- wHAT?"
You wished you could go back and live life to the fullest but you couldn't do that, you had to spend your afterlife with your regrets, you would forever have that desire to go back, to live a sense of normalcy but you had your husband and maybe a new family with Charlie and Vaggie.
You looked forward to what the future held.
Good evening folks hope you enjoyed! Lucifer didn't get much page time (??) because no idea how to write him and again I wanted to indulge in reader's musical performance, thank you for tuning in I am making my ways through requests!
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the brothers dropping their child off at daycare for the first time
-> brothers x mc
a/n: Hey! I'm back at it with the wholesome dad content. Just to be clear, the babies here are the same ones as the ones from my '(character) as a father' series. Also, let's assume the children are around 2 here.
mc's gender is not mentioned, but it is implied they used to be/ are pregnant. I tagged this post with gn!mc, let me know if I need to change it to something else, please! This post was not proofread
content warnings: children, babies, (past) pregnancy, mild angst (insecurity, separation, fear of being a distant parent), mild suggestive content
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Lucifer
he did not want to drop his daughter off at daycare at first
because a, he was too proud to do so and b, he'd never admit it, but he'd miss her terribly
however, lucifer has a ton of work, and you can't look after lilith the whole time
one day, lilith came to her dad, asking him to play with her, sadly lucifer rejected the offer because he had to sign paperwork
this happened multiple times, until lucifer decided it wasn't healthy for his daughter to hear 'no, I can't' the entire time, he didn't want her to believe she has a distant father
so, you and him agreed on dropping her off at daycare in the mornings, and picking her up around noon
that way, lucifer can grind out paperwork and play with his child later
lilith didn't like being apart from her family, but she saw playing with her dad later as motivation to get through daycare
the first day his daughter was away from home, lucifer barely got any work done though, he missed his baby
Mammon
your son was very social
he loved playing outside with other kids who lived nearby
and, every time you and mammon took him to town, he'd be talking to everyone
for example, when you're in the dressing room trying on a shirt while mammon and darian are waiting outside, your son would run off to talk to some cashier
thanks to his social nature, you did not expect daycare to be a problem for your child
mammon takes him there for the first time, they walk in the building all happy and smug
but, when the time comes they must part, both father and son are crying while clinging to each other
the daycare worker had to split them up
at home, mammon sulked the whole time until he got to pick his son up, only to find out he had done the same at daycare
'mc, he ain't going to daycare ever again!'
Leviathan
levi was strongly against leaving his son at daycare
but, you thought otherwise
you believed your son needed to socialise a bit more, it would be good for his development
when you told this argument to levi, he folded
he did not want his son to become a social outcast like him
levi wanted to be the one to bring henry to daycare for the first time
the little boy was nervous, but quickly warmed up to the idea of daycare
levi's concerns also melted away once he noticed his son seemed to take this change well, though he still missed his gaming buddy at home
also, levi wanted to give henry a little sibling, if it's a girl, her name will be hana
with the child out of the house, you and him have many chances to try for a second child
Satan
you both agreed your daughter would have to go to daycare at some point
you two had originally planned on starting while she was still a little baby, but that didn't end up happening
satan went to every daycare in the devildom, to pick the best one out for his daughter
he started to lose hope in finding a good place until he came along one with a big backyard
said backyard would often be visited by the cats around the neighborhood
this was the perfect place for his child, satan talked it out with you and you two agreed on letting serena go there
satan was scared serena would be sad or scared to ne somewhere without her parents, but she seemed to be calm in the new environment
when he wanted to pick her up, satan found his daughter in the backyard playing with a cat
Asmodeus
by this time, your first daughter already had a little brother and another sibling on the way (with asmo's libido, you'll be having a whole football team)
at first, you and asmo thought you could take care of your children without any help, but lately it's proven to be harder than initially thought
you two decided to leave your first and second children at daycare
asmo searched all over the devildom to find a fancy enough daycare, which he found but it was expensive, he still paid for it
because he does not want you to overwork yourself, asmo was the one to drop the children off
your daughter seemed excited to make new friends, but your son was another story
the second asmo handed him to the daycare worker, he started crying
asmo's heart broke, he tried to stay with his son but the worker kicked him out
luckily, your son was calmer when his sister was around
Beelzebub
he knew daycare would be good for his daughter, but when it came to it, he refused to hand her off to some worker
cue beel constantly slowly spinning around on his feet, to face away from the worker with lilith in his arms
she seemed to be having the time of her life, though
eventually, the worker got beel to let go of his child, but he stayed ny her side until they had to kick him out
he was not happy about that
fast forward a few years, lilith now has two younger siblings, twins, riliane and allen (still, if yk yk)
and eventually, the twins needed to go to daycare too
lilith remembered how reluctant her father was to leave her there, so she offered to stay by her brother and sister's side, that way she could protect them and beel wouldn't worry
beel has never been more proud of his little family in his life
Belphegor
belphie is very protective over his son, despite the fact that he's the reason he can't sleep some nights
therefore, he was strongly against sending his child to daycare
he didn't trust those workers there enough to keep his precious baby safe
one day, your son asked why all his friends go to daycare but he doesn't
belphie didn't want to make his child feel like he was missing out, and you were team daycare in the first place, so now he's gonna go
when belphie was about to leave him there, his son started to get scared, because he thought that his parent would come in with him
the daycare worker explained to the child it didn't work like that, and he burst out crying
belphie's protective mode kicked in, he lifted his son up and went home together
maybe he'll go some other time
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Since you’re like the Mammon expert I just need to ask, do you know where people are getting the idea that Mammon has pacts with witches? Cause he has canonically said that he wouldn’t make pacts with anyone else, ESPECIALLY witches
Like why would he make such a big deal about being mc’s “first” if he already has a bunch of other pacts
Love your blog btw <3
I had no idea people thought this tbh
But yeah Mammon doesn't have pacts with the three witches - he explicitly says so in s3 because MC, who it turns out is just as possessive as Mammon but much better at hiding it, gets jealous when they think he does.
To clear it up further:
(Season 3 spoilers ahead)
1.) Mammon's Deal with the Three Witches
• The Guardian Demon Devilgram goes into detail about this
• Basically, when in the human world (on an errand for Lucifer I believe) Mammon saves a 9 year old, orphaned, homeless girl from a mugger (in s1 it's said she's sickly as well)
• She imprints on him (like a little duckling) and starts following him around, despite him initially trying to scare her off
• Deciding he can't leave her alone in the human world but also knowing he can't bring a human child to the Devildom, he calls Lucifer and asks for help
• Lucifer puts him in touch with the three witches
• The three witches now look after the kid as long as Mammon pays them and pays for all her needs (which he plans to do till she's an adult/capable of providing for herself) - the witches, however, are overcharging him for everything and it's one of the main reasons he's always in depth and scared of them (to the point that he has nightmares about the witches)
• He visits the girl frequently and she always clings to him and begs him not to leave. He becomes really happy when MC calls him a good dad
• He has no pacts with any of the witches and in S3 firmly states that he doesn't plan to make any
2.) Mammon's Pact with MC
• Mammon, in S3, says he wouldn't make a pact with just any random human
• However, when Mammon makes a pact with MC they are just a random human
• BUT Mammon could also have easily avoided making a pact with MC. Just a few chapters before they make a pact, it's made canon that:
a.) Levi can't even come close to beating Mammon in an actual fight and that, even while half asleep and not in his demon form, Mammon can easily overpower Levi
b.) Mammon is the fastest of his brothers
• Meaning that, in S1, instead of making a pact to get Goldie back Mammon could have;
a.) Overpowered Levi, without having to resort to an actual fight or transform to his demon form
b.) Gotten the card from MC/Levi because he would have been more than fast enough
• Meaning there was an actual conscious decision on Mammon's part that made him decide to make a pact with MC instead. Made him, as far as he knew, sign away his free will to a stranger he just met when he didn't have to do that. Something that, by Mammon's own admission, made MC stand out to him when really they should have been just another random human
• In S3 MC time travels, all the way back to when the brothers were still angels. Here they actively encourage the brothers' sins & for Lucifer to give Diavolo a chance. Before they get kicked out to their own timeline, Michael(??) tells them that though the brothers won't remember them, their actions will have an effect
• As it turns out, Michael(??) wasn't wholly correct as, in their dreams, the brothers (I believe it was Asmo & Lucifer who explicitly spoke about it) do remember there being someone else with them, though they can't place who it is
• In this past timeline, MC & Mammon have an instant connection unlike the initial animosity from their first meeting in S1 - probably because this MC is familiar with Mammon and is looking at their closest friend, while Angel! Mammon is much more confident than Demon! Mammon
• MC stares at Mammon in a way that makes him blush & stutter, enough that he calls them out on it twice. They can find his pranks funny and encourage his dreams when no one else does - enough that he instantly starts liking them (not in a crush way mind you) and by the time they find Levi Mammon's casually teasing MC like they actually have been friends for years instead of just meeting that day.
• MC had an effect on Angel! Mammon - and if Angel! Asmo could still remember them even if couldn't remember them - then Mammon definitely did
• So when he made a pact with MC there's a huge chance that at least subconsciously he didn't see them as just another random human
Because I need validation and I live for shameless self promotion;
1.) Fic between unnamed GN! MC & Angel! Mammon from S3
Familiar Strangers
Mammon gets a little more time with the strange angel his little brothers picked up and picks up a few things of his own.
2.) Mini fic about GN! MC & Mammon making a pact
Physical Contact
Physical Contact made during the Pact formation for all 7 brothers
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Stranger Things Have Happened in Hawkins || Harringrove x Reader (1/4)
Pairing(s) in this Part:
Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington
Dean Winchester x Castiel
Minor Gabriel x Rowena
Minor Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler
[ Later Installment: Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson ]
Universe: crossover supernatural universe x stranger things universe
Summary: Castiel drops the reader into 1984 to protect her from an angel who wants to kill her. she ends up trapped there and in the middle of a (not so) love triangle between her, Steve, and Billy.
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 10k
Warnings: Swearing, People calling Will and Reader “Freaks”, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive!Billy, Bully!Tommy, Alcohol, Cigarettes
Read it on AO3 (or here on tumblr, below the cut)
Things never seemed to turn out well for you Winchesters. It was like your Unce Dean always said; people around you ended up dying.
Biologically speaking, you were the child of archangel Gabriel and Rowena MacLeod, but neither of them was really around at this point in your life. You originally traveled the world with your mother, but she made you help her with spells often. She said you were something special and it was important for you to practice witchcraft from a young age. It was tiresome and boring to you. When your father caught wind of what your mother was making you do, he stole you from her. From there on, you were constantly moving. It was a never-ending cycle of picking a place, your dad teaching you to harness your angelic powers, and then your mom finding you. When she figured out where you were, your dad would move you again. They were in love, but you kept them at odds. You did always feel guilty about that when they were both around.
When your father was killed by Lucifer, he left a video for the Winchester brothers. In it, he detailed how to put Lucifer back in his cage and stop the apocalypse. He also begged the brothers to watch out for you and take care of you. To your dad, going to live with your mom was not an option. Sam was skeptical, but Dean welcomed you with open arms. You and he had bonded over his taste in music when your dad first formed an alliance with the brothers. Sam came to care about you a lot too; as did Castiel. For a few years there, it almost felt like you had a whole little family unit. Though nothing lasts for long with the Winchesters.
Dean took you to live with him, Ben, and Lisa while Sam was gone; the only rule was no using magic in the house. You went to school for the first time and used your magic to charm the people around you. You were just a little queen bee and you had way too much fun messing with the school’s bullies. You were the daughter of a “trickster” after all. To get you into school, Dean gave you a fake name; Y/n Winchester. You weren’t really his kid, but he always tried his best to make you feel like you were. It made your heart feel warm.
That peace was interrupted when Sam appeared at your house without a soul. Dean pulled you from school, and you began hunting again. It was fine by you really; when Sam and Dean left you alone in motels, it gave you a chance to practice your magic. Sam did get his soul back, but everything, of course, happens at a huge cost for the Winchester brothers. Castiel swallowed all the souls in purgatory, became god, went on a murder spree, and then exploded in a lake. Millions of monsters were now free on the planet again. You got Sam back only to lose Cas, and then you got Cas back only to lose him and Dean again to purgatory… As well as Bobby to the spirit realm. The only good thing that came out of the leviathan period of your life was meeting Kevin Tran.
Kevin quickly became your best friend, he was a little bit older than you, but he was the first person close to your age you felt connected to. You saved him from angels, demons, and everyone else who wanted to get close to him due to his prophet abilities. The angels didn’t have a good idea of who you were until then, but you thought your exposure was worth it. No matter what, you didn’t want to lose Kevin.
While Dean and Cas were running around Purgatory, Sam left you and Kevin to rot. Dean and Cas had always been more like parents to you than Sam, but he still felt like family. You were devastated when he didn’t come to your aid. When Kevin was taken by Crowley, you tried to find Sam. You had been injured badly by a leviathan and couldn’t keep the king of hell away from your best friend. As soon as you were able, you went looking for the younger Winchester. He and Baby were nowhere to be seen. He had left you at the battle with no weapons and no help. Sam Winchester left you behind. You couldn’t find him because of the spell Castiel put on his bones. You were cursing him under your breath as you went on your own hunt for Kevin.
It took you about a week to find the prophet and when you did find him, he tackled you into a hug. He almost knocked you over. You sat and cried together at your losses, but eventually moved into hiding. You were not about to let Crowley find him again. You spent the next year together, protecting each other like siblings. You hid in churches and kept yourselves alive by hustling people at the pool. Kevin was happy for you to use your powers, but he was not so fond of stealing, so Dean’s tricks at billiards were coming in quite handy. You bargained for alcohol and snacks from townspeople and you kept yourselves out of daylight as much as you could. You left Sam many messages, but he never responded to you or Kevin. You called him completely drunk one night and just screamed into the phone. “I’m done. I’m done, Sam! You’re the fucking worst. We’re basically kids and I don’t know how to handle this alone. I feel like I’m not enough to protect Kevin on my own. God, you suck so much. I hope you are happy, Sam. I hope you’re really fucking happy wherever you are. If we die out here, it’s gonna be your fucking fault! Screw you!”
Dean was mortified when he and Sam listened to that message for the first time together. “That’s my kid, Sam. Gabriel trusted us to help her and you left her and Kevin to completely fend for themselves… for an entire year!”
Nothing Sam could say would make Dean feel better. Dean had just lost Cas. Benny and he had parted ways, he felt alone… and now you were in danger. Hell, he didn’t even know if you were alive. Dean didn’t speak much to Sam until they found you and Kevin in an old church. The only lights were candles and you were both scrambling to write symbols on the walls. When Dean’s voice called out to you, you didn’t believe it. You were sure it was some kind of mind game or trick by Crowley’s demons to get you to relax. The seconds went by and you realized that you could feel Dean’s energy, that it was really him. You ran to him and hugged him tightly. You felt yourself start to cry. Nothing had been stable or seemed certain for so long, this was the first time you felt like life could get a little bit better.
Of course, Crowley had other plans. He appeared and he killed Kevin’s ex-girlfriend as you all escape his clutches. Kevin cried and you glared at the back of Sam’s head. The brothers took Kevin to a friend’s place so he could continue his prophet work. You continued to travel with the Winchesters. You were still angry at Sam and you felt like you were mourning Cas all over again. Things didn’t look up until you all found the bunker.
Sam and Dean gave you your own room. Cas came back from purgatory and Kevin came to live with you. Things were starting to feel whole again. Things were quiet until the scribe of God came into your lives. Metatron, in your opinion, was the worst angel you had ever met. You were not afraid to tell him that either. Your common disdain for each other would ultimately lead you to the situations of your current life, but you didn’t take the blame for that. He called you an abomination first. He was really not a big fan of kids born of angels and humans, even though your mother was also a magic-user. He tried to convince Castiel to kill you for the spell they were doing. Cas, of course, wasn’t having any of that. Metatron didn’t care about Castiel’s opinion though, and he kept coming after you. He almost killed you once, leaving you with a rather large gash to your lower abdomen. Kevin and Dean were raging. Sam stitched you up calmly. Castiel was staring at you intensely when he came up with the plan.
“I’m going to take you somewhere safe, Y/n. No one will know of your powers or know where to find you. When it’s safe here and Metatron is off your trail, I’ll bring you back. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you with my life, Cas,” you said, standing up. Sam had just finished your stitches and you were a little off-balance. Dean rushed to help you steady yourself.
“Where are you taking her, Cas?” Dean asked.
Castiel shook his head. “It’s best if no one knows, that way Metatron can’t try to force the information out of you.” He stuck his hand out towards you. “I promise I’ll keep her safe, Dean.” He looked to you. “I promise you’ll be safe. You’ll be able to rest up and heal where Metatron won’t find you.”
You looked away from Cas and leaned into Dean. You wrapped your arms around him tightly; your hug was almost bone-crushing. He returned the favor and hugged you back. “You better come back to this bunker in one piece, Kid.” He patted you on the shoulder as you pulled away from the hug. “If you don’t, I’ll sell my soul and drag you back here, understand?”
“No selling your soul again, I’ll back be soon, I’m sure of it.” You took Castiel’s hand and closed your eyes.
When you opened them, you were in an older house. The walls were creaking sightly and Castiel was in front of you. He sounded completely out of breath, his chest was expanding and contracting vigorously. “Where are we?”
Cas leaned a hand against the wall. “We are in a small town in Indiana in the year 1984. This house belongs to me and if anyone asks, you’re my daughter. You’re Y/n Winchester. The townspeople here are nice, but try to keep to yourself. You shouldn’t be here long enough to have to worry about school or anyone becoming too suspicious.”
You shot him a confused look. “Why do you own a house in 1984? How do you own a house in 1984? Why did–”
But the sound of fluttering wings cut you off. Castiel was gone.
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Eventually, you decided to leave the safety of your temporary home so you could get food and supplies. You had no idea how long you would be here, but you didn’t want to starve to death while waiting for Cas. You really did believe that he would come back for you. While in the shopping process, you met a sweet boy named Jonathan and the chief of police, Jim Hopper. Jonathan offered to give you a tour of the town sometime when you told him you had just moved in and gave you the number for his house phone so you could reach him. He seemed to be genuine, though you were still nervous to trust him. Jim Hopper approached you when he heard you tell Jonathan that you were Castiel’s child. He apparently knew Cas and offered to help carry your groceries back to your new ride. It wasn’t Baby, but it sure as hell could have been. It was a 1967 four-door Chevy Impala. You were really starting to wonder what all of this was for when Hopper slammed the trunk of your car shut. “Your dad give you the car? It looks like it’s in great condition.”
You smiled at the compliment. Dean would be proud. “Yeah, he did. It was his b– partner’s car. You could say it’s a family keepsake at this point. She’s a little older, but everything is in perfect working order. I gave her a little tune-up the other day.”
“Yeah, Cas has told me some about his partner, though I don’t know them. I’ve never seen them around.”
You nodded. You had no idea what Hopper’s stance was on gay couples, and since you had just met him, you weren’t about to find out. “Yeah, ahh… They’re pretty sick at the moment. My dad is visiting them up at a big hospital in Kansas, I was there up until a few days ago, but my dad really wants me to start getting more settled.”
“Sorry to hear that, Kid.”
The nickname reminded you of Dean and your heart almost exploded. “I’m sure everything will work out okay.”
“Are you staying home by yourself a lot?”
You nodded again. “Yeah. I understand it though, my dad’s got a lot on his plate right now.”
Hopper reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “If anything ever happens where you feel unsafe, here’s my contact information. And also, the kid you were talking to a while ago, Jonathan? He’s the son of a good friend of mine. If you need a friend, he’s probably a good one to have.”
You took the card from him and gave him another smile before walking toward the driver’s door. “I appreciate it, Hopper. Thank you!”
“Of course, take care now. Welcome to Hawkins.”
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You lied to Jonathan and said that you were getting settled before registering for school. He seemed to buy your excuse, but he still told you that you should come to a local high school’s Halloween party. You were incredibly hesitant. It was going to be the first time you met anyone outside of Hopper and Jonathan. You knew that you were getting lonely. You never had a big group of friends before, but you did always have a big group of people, of family around you. Having none of them now made you feel stuck and isolated. Cas didn’t give you much direction on what you were supposed to do while you were here and you had already been trapped in 1984 longer than you originally thought you were going to be.
Jonathan could see the stress in your expression. “You don’t have to, obviously, but I think it could be good for you! I’ll probably be stopping by at some point during the night and I could introduce you to my friend, Nancy.” Ah yes, Nancy.
You could tell that Jonathan had many feelings for Nancy. However, you also knew from Jonathan that Nancy was dating a boy named Steve. Jonathan didn’t seem very fond of this Steve character. Though, you weren’t sure if it was because there was something wrong with him or if it was just because he was dating Nancy. “I’ll think about it, alright? If I do decide to go I’ll wait for you outside. I’m sure there will be enough going on outside to keep me entertained until we find each other.”
He smiled at you. “Alright. I’m good with that. Don’t feel like you have to go if you really don’t want to, though. I can tell you’re not used to parties or like– the social parts of high school.”
You laughed a little bit. The porch steps creaked under you as you moved. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
Jonathan shifted his weight and stretched his legs out to a few steps down. You two had chosen to sit on the porch just because the weather was cool and it felt wonderful, but there were no chairs. The steps were a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, you both didn’t seem to mind. “What? Was that too mean?”
You shook your head. “Oh no, not at all. I just found your wording kinda funny. You’re right. I don’t really get the whole teenage socialization thing because I was pulled from regular school after elementary. Becoming friends with you is the first time I’ve had a friend my age in a long while. My next closest-in-age friend is back in Kansas and he’s a few years older than me. I’m still kinda figuring this sort of stuff out.”
He nodded. “Well, I’m happy we’re friends. You’re a refreshing person to be around. Everyone in this place kinda sucks, other than my family and Nancy.”
“Don’t small towns always kind of suck though?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess they do.”
“I like being your friend too, Jonathan. It’s nice to have the company with my family being gone so much.”
“Well, you know if you ever need anything, I’m only a phone call away. You should also totally come over for dinner sometime. My mom and brother would love you.”
The offer made your heart feel warm and fuzzy. “Yeah, I’d like to do that sometime. That sounds really nice.”
He looked at the watch on his wrist. The time it said caused him to let out a long sigh. “Speaking of dinner, I need to head home now if I’m going to make it on time. Sorry.”
He started to stand up and you quickly followed. “No, don’t apologize. You’re good. Tell your family I say hello and I would love to meet them sometime.”
He started to walk down the stairs. You watched him from the top of the porch. “Yeah, I will! Night, Y/n.”
“Night, Jonathan!”
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Your car felt a lot louder than you had ever perceived it to be as you drove up to the Halloween party. People who were hanging out on the porch and in the yard began to stare in your direction as the engine roared to a halt. No one ever seemed to pay that much attention to Baby when you were riding with Sam and Dean. You thought maybe it was because this was a small town and they had never seen you before. You were wearing a very simple costume made entirely with stuff you found in the house and a few things from the general store. You had on a black leather jacket; it was quite old and oversized, the pair of black jeans you were wearing when you arrived in Hawkins, and general black combat boots. You cropped a Metallica t-shirt (that was obviously meant for Dean) and made a headband with little devil horns on it. You had never been to a high school party before, but you doubted that many of the kids were going to be in full-on cosplay. From what you understood, these parties were more about hanging out and getting wasted. You tried not to let the stares bother you as you exited the car and tossed the keys into your pocket. It appeared that Jonathan wasn’t here yet, but you were hoping that he would be here soon. You let out a deep sigh as you walked more toward the middle of the yard and scanned the crowd for Jonathan. Someone else already had their eyes on you though.
He was tall and muscular. His chest was bare and his mullet was slightly matted to his skin due to sweat. You really were in the 80s, it was like something out of a movie you had seen with Dean. He was walking toward you, waving off his friends; telling them to stay behind by the keg. His pupils were constricting and his smile was a little lopsided. It was a sight you were quite familiar with having lived with the Winchesters; he was drunk out of his mind. “Hey there, Sweetheart. I’ve never seen you around here before.”
His voice was gravelly yet oddly smooth and his words were a lot more put together than you were expecting them to be. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Yeah, that’s because I’m new to Hawkins. Just moved.”
“Really?” He asked. He took the cigarette from his hand and stuck it between his teeth. “What a small world. I just moved here too. A little shithole isn’t it, Hawkins?”
The smoke smell it your face as he breathed out, even though he tilted his head away from you. It wasn’t an unfamiliar smell. You did your best to ignore it. He’s from a different time; cigarettes were a lot more commonly accepted in 1984. You shrugged in response. “I mean it’s small, but I don’t know. It’s kind of interesting.”
“What do you find interesting about it?”
You smirked a bit. “I don’t know, the people seem pretty interesting to me.” You stuck your hand out toward him. “I’m Y/n. You are?”
He chuckled a bit, but he accepted your hand. He shook it gently. “Billy, Billy Hargrove.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the top of it. “Why don’t you party with me tonight, Y/n?”
You quirked your eyebrow. “Sounds sinister.”
He let go of your hand gently. He raised his arms to his sides. “Nothing sinister, just– you’re the most interesting person I’ve met since being dragged to this hellhole. Maybe we could go for a ride in that sweet ride of yours and get to know each other better.”
You looked behind you for a brief moment at Baby. You smiled at the thought, but shook your head. “You are drunk off your ass, Billy Hargrove. I’d rather not be alone with a drunk guy I just met, you know, for safety… But I’ll tell you what. This weekend let’s do that. I’ll give you my number.” You knew you would actually have to talk to him on the phone if he called you, since there are no cell phones, but you thought you could manage. The house phone worked; you had already talked to Jonathan about it.
He smiled brightly. “Alright, deal.” He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a sharpie. He handed it to you and rolled up his jacket sleeve. “All yours, Doll.”
You did have to admit, he was charming as all hell and the idea of him asking you to write your number on his skin was kind of hot. You grabbed his wrist and scrawled your number across his forearm. He started to pull back, but you stopped him. “Can I write one more thing?”
“Go right ahead, Sweetheart. Whatever makes you happy.”
You laughed a little at the gesture and wrote under his number; if found, please return to Y/n.
“Perfect.”
He laughed and took the marker from you. “What was that for?”
“You seem just like my type, Hargrove and if I’m right, a lot of girls will flirt with you tonight. Just thought it might deter them a little bit.”
He licked his lips. “So is this drive a date then?”
“If you want it to be, I’m willing to give it a chance.”
“It’s a date then.”
“Fantastic. Call me when you’re sober.”
“Darling–” Billy was cut off by the sound of Jonathan’s voice breaking through the crowd and his hand finding itself on your shoulder.
“I’ve been looking all over for you.” He was soon standing next to you, his hand stayed firmly in its place. Another guy and a curly-headed girl walked up to you as well. You looked past Billy to see a few of his friends approaching from the keg. Probably all not good developments.
“I’ve been outside. Met this guy, Billy.”
Jonathan sighed. “Yeah, I see that.” He looked to the others for help. “I wanted to introduce you to Steve and Nancy. They are pretty good people. Billy, I’m not so sure about.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “I mean, our conversation went well.”
Steve stepped between you and Billy. “Come on, Hargrove, really? Chasing after the new girl? You have plenty of other people you could go bother.”
“What’s your problem, Harrington? You’ve never met her before. I can’t be nice to her?”
“You’re only nice to people when you want something from them,” Steve slightly snapped. You weren’t surprised, every guy you had fallen for while traveling with the Winchesters was a dick with hands and a pretty smile.
You quickly freed yourself from Jonathan’s hand and placed yourself between Steve and Billy. You put a hand on both of their chests and gently pushed. “Listen, I appreciate the concern Steve, but we’ve never met and I promise you I can handle myself. If he tries anything I don’t like, I absolutely have the power to kick his ass.” You looked toward Billy. The smug look dropped off his face when he saw your expression. “Genuinely I could see something coming from our conversation, but not if you pick fights with Jonathan or his friends. Sweet talkin’ and a pretty face will only get you so far with me if my friends can’t stand you.”
He took a step back and you dropped your hands to your sides. “Sorry, Doll.”
“We got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington!” Billy’s friends had made their way through the crowd.
“Yeah! Eat it, Harrington!”
Steve whipped off his sunglasses, which you were now starting to question the purpose of to begin with. Nancy rolled her eyes at the interaction and began walking toward the house. You understood what Jonathan was saying now. She seemed lovely; she was dressed cutely and had a kind demeanor, but she was clearly unhappy in her relationship with Steve. He seemed like a great guy; fun, ex-party boy, and protective. Something in their chemistry was off balance. Even if they were good for each other at one point, they weren’t now. Jonathan’s eyes were trailing after her before he made eye contact with you. “You can go inside Jonathan. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
“Are you sure?” He asked.
You smiled softly at him. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be in with Steve in a minute.”
He nodded before quickly following in Nancy’s path. “This is ridiculous, Tommy. Grow up for once.”
“You’re the one who abandoned your friends for the princess.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “You guys suck. Alright? You treat no one with respect.”
“You can ask Y/n, I was respectful to her just now,” Billy cut in. He was expecting you to flirt back.
“Don’t drag me into your pissing contest.” You crossed your arms back over your chest. You watched his face carefully and gave him a stern look. You turned your attention back to Steve and Tommy. “You’re all acting like children. If you really don’t like each other that much, stop interacting. You’re just bringing down your own vibes.”
Tommy chuckled. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. What, New Girl? Scared of being alone with a bunch of guys without your precious Byers Boy?”
You stepped forward slightly. “Oh? I don’t know what I’m talking about?” You smirked at him. “Your name’s Tommy, right?”
He was eyeing you cautiously, but he played into your conversation. “Yeah, it is.”
“You’re a jock. Not great at school, but that’s okay, right? You have your sport, I’m guessing basketball, but no. ‘Cause, you’re not actually very good at sports either. You end up settling on class clown and you seem to fit that role, though it never gives you the popularity levels that you want, does it? That’s why you were Steve’s friend and I’m guessing disapprove of his relationship with Nancy. You saw Steve as a king, as the most popular guy you knew. Then he started dating Nancy and becoming a better person. You didn’t like that and took every opportunity to make fun of him for his relationship. Eventually, that was the downfall of your friendship and you weren’t sure how to stay relevant. Until…” Your eyes briefly met Billy’s, “Billy Hargrove rolled into town. Now, you cling to him, just like you did Steve because he is everything you see yourself lacking; talent, looks, and a swarm of girls. You are desperate to figure out what makes people like Steve and Billy popular without ever asking yourself what makes you unpopular. I know exactly what you are Tommy; you’re a guy who’s peaking in high school, and even at your peak you’re a shitty person… but like I said; I’m just guessing here.”
The group was all quiet until Billy couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. Steve also chuckled, though his surprise kept him in check. “Shit, Hagan. She just met you and she nailed your coffin shut–” Billy said through his laughter.
Tommy didn’t find it so funny though. He rushed you and grabbed the material of your crop top. He grabbed so much of the fabric that your stomach was showing from the edge of your jeans, all the way up to the bottom of your chest. “You bitch! You don’t–”
Tommy didn’t see what hit him; you almost didn’t either. Steve grabbed your upper arms and yanked you out of Tommy’s grip. At the same time, Billy pulled Tommy by his collar until he was away from you. Billy then threw Tommy to the ground, he hit it with a large, loud thunk. The whole situation caught you off guard. Steve and Billy– boys you just met– were protecting you from someone that you just met? If they hadn’t stepped in, you would have been fine; you were raised by Dean after all. The thought that someone thought you were worth protecting made your heart warm. Billy grabbed Tommy by the collar of his shirt. His back was hovering above the ground, Billy had him trapped. Steve also had you trapped; his grip on your arms didn’t loosen up any. “How do you like being picked up by your shirt? Sucks doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?”
“Y-yeah! It does.” Tommy was frozen. You almost felt bad for him. You called him out hard and when he tried to react he’s attacked by Billy. Almost.
“You don’t attack people you just met, Hagan. Basic rules, you son of a bitch. Especially not my girl you just met? You disrespect her, you disrespect me? Understand?” You could feel Steve’s anxiety, you placed one of your hands over his. Billy had his eyes focused solely on Tommy. The boy on the ground looked like he saw his life flash before his eyes.
“What’s gotten into–”
“I said– do you understand?”
The words were low and you could barely hear them over all the party noise. They sent a chill down your spine. “I understand, Hargrove.”
Billy dropped Tommy and stood back up. His gaze turned to you. He didn’t seem incredibly happy with you, even though he had been laughing with you earlier. “Doll, you are incredible at making enemies. You’ve been at this party for what? 15 minutes.”
“What can I say, I have an affinity for putting assholes in their place.” He smirked at that. The tension started to leave his body language.
“What are you going to do about me then?”
“I can outdrink you any day.”
He laughed. “I doubt that.”
“I don’t.”
Steve let go of your arms and set one of his hands on your shoulder. “Come on, Y/n. Let’s get back to Jonathan and Nancy.”
You looked between Steve and Billy’s faces. You let out a sigh. You could tell Steve wasn’t going to let you challenge Billy to a drinking contest. It was a sweet gesture, he had no way of knowing that you were an angel and it took many gallons of alcohol to get you drunk. “Fineeee… I’ll see you later, Billy. Thank you, really.”
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied with a wink. Steve aimed you toward the house and you left Billy out in the yard to deal with Tommy and the rest of his friends.
Steve’s attention quickly switched from you to Nancy; who was in the kitchen downing something from a red solo cup. Jonathan was talking to her, clearly worried about her actions. Steve quickly cut through all the people and took the cup from her hand. It wasn’t long until they were arguing. You gestured to Jonathan to step out of the conversation. You both leaned against a nearby wall. “Has Nancy always been a drinker?”
Jonathan shook his head. “No, I’m not sure if she’s ever even had alcohol before.”
“That’s… concerning.”
“Yeah, very.”
You two did not try to hide the fact that you were watching Steve and Nancy’s interaction through the crowd. Jonathan’s attention only turned back to you when the couple went up to the bathroom. The poor boy was definitely in love. “So what happened outside?”
You sighed. “I was a bit of a bitch to Tommy Hagan and he tried to attack me. Billy and Steve stopped him. I could have handled it myself, but the gesture was very sweet.”
Jonathan blinked in surprise. “I’m sorry, did you just say Steve and Billy worked together?”
“Uhhh… Yeah? Surprising?”
“Yeah, that’s a first.”
“I seem to have a tendency to break things everywhere I go.”
Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“Egos, social norms, friendships, and enemies— they all seem to break or fall apart or change dynamics when I come into the picture. I have a destabilizing effect I suppose.”
“Wanna do me a favor and destabilize Nancy and Steve’s relationship.” His tone was full of humor, but you could tell that he was, not in fact, joking.
“Damn… didn’t take you as the homewrecking type, Jonathan,” you teased.
“Oh! Sorry, I–”
You waved off his reaction. “Don’t be sorry. You can share how you really feel with me. Besides, I don’t think you need my help with that. They are destabilizing all on their own.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Since I’ve met them, they’ve only been distant or fighting. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘happy couple’ to me. Does it to you?”
He shook his head. “I guess you have a point there.”
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You and Jonathan weren’t at the party together much longer. Nancy and Steve got into a big fight while they were upstairs. You weren’t sure what happened, but you could tell it wasn’t good. The two of them rode together, but Jonathan ended up taking Nancy home. Steve was about to get in his car, but you followed him out of the party. “Harrington!” You called.
He looked up as he was fiddling with his keys as he looked up at you. “Yeah, a friend of Jonathan?”
“Y/n.”
“Yeah, Y/n?” He asked as you reached the passenger side of his car.
“Have you had anything to drink?”
He shrugged. “Only a little.”
“A little is still alcohol intake, Harrington. Do you want a ride? I can bring you back in the morning for your car.”
He breathed deeply. You could tell he was thinking about your offer. “Have you had anything?”
You shook your head. “Not a drop.”
“That’s a big difference from challenging Hargrove to a drinking contest.”
“You stopped me from doing that and the punch inside wasn’t exactly… good looking?”
“Fair enough, thanks for the ride. You’re the impala, right?”
You smiled. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“Seems very you.”
“I’m honored that you think so highly of me, Harrington.”
“Steve.”
“Steve.”
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The ride was quiet and Steve offered for you to stay the night in the guestroom at his place so that you didn’t have to come back to get him in the morning. You figured that it was unlikely that Castiel was going to come back for you in the next few hours, so you accepted the offer. When you reached the house, Steve walked to the fridge and pulled two bottles of water out. He tossed one to you before flopping onto the couch. His face was planted in the cushions and the water bottle was discarded to the floor. You felt bad for him, you could tell that he was mentally going through it. You sat down on the floor, your back against the couch. “What happened?”
“Huh?” the sound was incredibly muffled, but you understood enough of it to realize that it was a question.
“What happened between you and Nancy tonight? You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable, but I figured that you might want to talk about it.”
He turned so he was facing outward. You looked toward him. His expression was pained and tired. “She said we’re bullshit.”
“What?”
“She was incredibly drunk and she said that I was bullshit. That we were bullshit. We didn’t break up, but I don’t exactly know how to come back from that sort of thing. It hurt so much because I don’t think she’s in love with me in the same way that I’m in love with her. Did she ever love me?”
Your heart broke for him. He seemed so genuinely sad and vulnerable. “Steve, look. I just met you today, but you and Nancy both seem like wonderful people. You seem like a good guy. She seems smart and collected, but what did she say to you? Completely uncalled for and mean. Even if you did something wrong that I don’t know about, Nancy said something really crushing while drunk. I don’t know how she feels, but I can see that you love and care for her. When you’re both sober you can have a conversation about it. If you both think that the relationship is worth working on; fantastic. But if you don’t, if you do end up breaking up, you can take time to heal and then find someone else to love. I can tell by how you’re talking you have a lot of love in your heart, Steve. You deserve someone who returns that.”
He stayed quiet for a moment, but he eventually gave you a response. “You know, for someone who tried to pick a fight with Tommy and flirted with Billy, you actually are pretty smart.”
“Rude!” You teased. “I make great decisions.”
He sat up. A smile was laying softly on his features. “Sure you do…” He got up on his feet and extended his hand to you. “Want me to show you where your room is now? I am exhausted and I’m probably going to head to my room for the night.”
You took his hand and he pulled you to your feet. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
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The morning was uneventful. You took Steve back to his car and then headed home. Once you were in the house, you felt alone. It was the first time you had been alone in a little while and you were feeling it more than you would have expected to. You did your best to shake off the feelings of loneliness and began to make yourself breakfast. You hoped maybe you would hear from someone by phone in the afternoon. You were so used to having the internet at your fingertips, that life felt a little bit boring now that you had been cut off. You decided to use the record player in the corner of the living room. Cas had many of Dean’s favorite bands and you weren’t mad about the choice of music. It gave the home some life that you were missing right about now.
“There is no escape and that's for sure
This is the end, we won't take any more
Say goodbye to the world you live in
You've always been taking and now you're giving.”
“Seek & Destroy by Metallica,” you smiled to yourself. Dean used to play this on our road trips. For just a moment, you felt like you were home. You were in the back seat of Baby, reading over some ancient lore text. Sam and Dean were lightly arguing in the front about the volume of the song. “You and your mullet rock, come on Dean! At least turn it down a little bit.”
“No way in hell! This song is bitchin’, right Y/n?”
“Yeah, it’s bitchin', Uncle Sam. Get cooler taste in music.”
God, you missed Dean. Hell, at this point you were even missing Sam’s presence. They were familiar and comforting. You also desperately missed Kevin and Cas. You thought the people here in Hawkins were lovely, but this wasn’t home. You cried to yourself, Metallica still blaring in the background.
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Steve was not having a good day. He was regretting having you take him to get his car. He had a gut feeling that he should stay home, in bed, but he ignored it and went to school from Tina’s place. Billy’s team kicked his team’s ass at basketball, he and Nancy got into another fight, and now he couldn’t even shower in peace. He could feel Billy watching him. He couldn’t tell if Billy was feeling smug or pissed off. Maybe it was a little of both. “Don’t sweat it, Harrington,” He said, “today’s just not your day, man.”
“Yeah,” Tommy cut in, “It’s not your week. You and the princess break up for one day, she’s already running off with the freak’s brother. Though, I heard you went home with that bitch of a new girl. So many the princess doesn’t matter so much anymore?”
Steve was about to tell Tommy off for that last comment, but Billy beat him to it. “Fuck off, Hagan. Remember what I told you about the new girl?”
Tommy shut the water of his shower off and left without saying another word. “Don’t take it too hard, man. Pretty boy like you’s got nothing to worry about. Plenty of bitches in the sea.” Steve shook his head. He was so tired of talking about girl problems. He felt like he was being swallowed by his emotions and hearing Billy talk about you was making it even harder to focus. He felt like you two had bonded in some way over his 2 am breakdown about Nancy. I can tell by how you’re talking you have a lot of love in your heart, Steve. You deserve someone who returns that. You were too sweet for the guys in the town. With every word about You and Nancy coming from jocks’ mouths, he was having a harder time containing his thoughts. “Did you actually go home with, Y/n last night?”
Steve was pulled from his thoughts by the question. “Yeah, she offered me a ride so I didn’t have to drive home drunk.”
“Lucky man you are, Harrington,” he thought aloud. “I would do almost anything to get her attention.”
“What? Why?”
“Why, Harrington? Really? She’s beautiful, she drives a kick-ass car, and did you hear how feisty she is? Hot damn. What I would give for a girl like that.”
“It’s not safe for her to hang around you if you’re gonna keep being friends with Tommy. She has a lot of love in her heart. She deserves someone who returns that. You can’t do that if you’re hanging out with an asshole who calls her a bitch every other sentence.”
“St–”
“I’m still with Nancy right now, nothing happened between Y/n and me last night. She slept in the guestroom at my parents’ place. She and I did a lot of talking though and she is genuinely like Nancy; she’s special and so help me god, Hargrove if I find out you do anything to her I will kick your ass.”
Billy was shocked, but pleased that he had managed to get such a rise out of Steve. He was also secretly pleased to hear that nothing happened between you and Steve last night. He was very open with himself that he was bisexual. He knew he was attracted to both of you, but he thought he could never have Steve, so he set his sights on only you. He might have lost it if Steve got to you first. “Don’t worry, Harrington. I’ll take good care of her and trust me if Tommy ever says anything in front of her again I will kick his ass.”
“I’ll join in on that.”
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“Hey Darlin’,” his voice was smooth like honeysuckle through the phone. “Still willing to go for that drive?”
You knew that you should say yes. You needed the company. Billy seemed nice enough and you had just been sad all day at the house, but you didn’t feel put together enough for a date. What did going on a date mean for you? What if you actually got attached and then Cas came back for you? That would hurt so much more than just friends. You sighed. “I would like to see you, but I don’t know if I feel up to driving.”
“What’s going on, Doll?” He sounded genuinely concerned about your wellbeing. Oh, screw him for being nice.
“Just feeling a bit depressed today. Missin’ my family. My dad’s out of town and he’s gonna be for a while. The house just… still and cold?”
“I’ll come to you then. Maybe having another person there will warm things up? What’s your address?”
You heard him rip some paper and you decided to give in. The company did sound nice after all. You gave him the address and he hung up rather quickly. You heard some shuffling and a man’s voice that you didn’t recognize before the line went dead. You found it concerning, but there was nothing you could do about it. You didn’t know where Billy lived.
You decided the best thing you could do was get yourself put together. You threw on the jeans you had on earlier, they had been run threw the laundry, and grabbed another one of Dean’s t-shirts from his closet. There were two bedrooms in the house; the bigger one was decorated in a very much Dean style. Castiel had obviously made it that way on purpose. The room was full of warm-toned neutrals and a few neon signs. The closet was stuffed with Dean’s clothes; some were actually his and some were new, but in his style. Castiel had a spare coat, new shoes, and a few other random things in the dresser. It made you wonder what this place was intended for. The other bedroom was clearly meant for Sam. It had piles of unorganized books and flannels scattered across a blue quilt-covered bed. It wasn’t done yet, clearly, but you avoided it anyway since it reminded you of some nasty memories. The room that was meant for you wasn’t technically a bedroom, but Cas had done work to make it feel homey. It was at one point an office, stark white built-in shelves covered one whole wall. Half of that wall Cas had turned into a doorless closet. A few of your things were in the dresser and closet; a pair of shoes, Dean’s old band shirts, a flannel, a few pairs of socks, and the leather jacket you had worn yesterday. Your room wasn’t finished either; when you arrived, there were art supplies and comics all over the bed. The shelving was more than enough room to put that stuff though, so you had it all put away now. It was a small room and it didn’t have a window, but it meant the world to you. Cas left a note on the nightstand explaining where he had hidden money around the house and that there were paint cans in the garage. Everything, design-wise, was up to you. You had painted the biggest wall, but that was all you could bring yourself to do while waiting for rescue. You, again, didn’t want to become too attached. You felt safe from the angels and demons; none of them knew you existed and you kept your power usage to a minimum, but you would trade that safety for a hug from Dean and Cas anytime. You hoped they would come back soon.
You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you heard the doorbell buzzing. You quickly made your way down the hall and peeked through the peephole. It was Billy. The sadness in your body left at the sight of him. He was in a dark red button-down and had a jacket on over top of it. The buttons on the shirt were mostly undone, leaving his chest pretty much exposed, again. For the love of soulmates, Cas, do not show up for the next hour.
You smiled brightly at him as you opened the door. You could see in his expression that something was bothering him. His eyes were slightly red and his cheeks were flushed. “Are you alright?”
He seemed genuinely surprised that you were asking him about his feelings. “Rough day.”
“Honestly same. Do you wanna talk about it?”
He shook his head. “No, not that we have time though. My kid step-sister, Max. She’s missing. My father told me I had to find her, but I didn’t want to cancel this because I wanted to spend more time with you, without fucking Hagan. Do you wanna hop in my passenger seat and we’ll go see what we can find?”
Your hunter senses were kicking in, but your angel ones were going haywire. “Do you have a picture of her by chance?”
He reached into his pocket. He had a polaroid. It was a little bit smashed up, but it was of him, a redhead girl, and a mother-aged-looking woman. You clasped your fingers around the part of the picture with the girl on it. Max’s energy was bright, punky, and full of fire energy. Though, the longer you held the photo, the darker the energy became. It was like she was being shrouded in clouds by some kind of monster. It was unlike anything you had experienced hunting with the Winchesters. You felt for her location through your grace and it took you only a moment to see her standing with a few other kids her age and Steve Harrington. You had no idea what was going on, but you could feel the dark energy making its way outside of the picture. The air was becoming heavy and it almost felt demonic. You knew whatever was happening in Hawkins, the kids were going to need your help. “Do you trust me?”
“Huh?” Billy raised an eyebrow.
“I asked if you trust me. I have an idea where she is, I feel it in my gut.”
“If you’re wrong will we have to waste much time?”
You shook your head. “No, it’s just a few miles from here.”
He pulled the picture slowly from your grasp and shoved it back in his pocket. “Great. Let’s go check. If she’s not there, we’ll keep looking. Know a brother or sister or something?”
An image of Hopper flashed across your vision. He was carrying a gun and he had a young girl next to him. They were walking down some sort of tunnel. The energy around them felt like you were being choked by hell. “A local dad. He’s got a daughter about Max’s age. Think she could be there. If not, maybe we can get some help. He’s a cop.”
He didn’t look super excited at the mention of a cop, but he turned back toward his car. “Let’s go. If we find her early enough we could still have a real date.”
You smiled. “Let’s do this, Hargrove.”
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You could have predicted nothing about what you would become entangled in. You reached a small, sort of run-down house just on the outskirts of town a few minutes later. You knew that this was actually Jonathan’s place, but you had never been here before. You could feel his soul slightly anchored to the ground. You could feel Max’s energy as you pulled into the driveway. She was nervous; everyone in the house was. You looked toward Billy’s face, you could see it being contorted by anger as Steve walked out of the house. Max’s head was poking out from the window. “Stay in here,” Billy warned. “I’ll deal with Harrington.”
You did not have a good feeling about any of this, but you listened. “Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” He asked Steve before shutting the car door. Their conversation became too muffled for you to understand anything, but Steve did shoot you a few worried looks. You were really processing or responding though. Your thoughts felt incredibly heavy and your skin started to crawl. The darkness was growing and you could no longer sense Hopper’s presence in the nearby tunnel. You were becoming more and more anxious by the minute. Your anxiety peaked when Billy shoved Steve to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. You were frozen for a moment while he walked into the house and shot open the door. The seconds started ticking by and the longer that Max was away from the window the more concern grew. Billy had expressed instability in front of you already. You didn’t want him to get too far. Without thinking, you teleported yourself from the front seat of his car to just behind him inside of the house. One of the kids you didn’t know screamed, but you tuned them all out. Your hand was placed out in front of you and you glued him to his spot. The kid he had been reaching for moved quickly away, not sure what was going to happen next. You were glad he took the opportunity. Billy’s rage was almost pushing past your grip on his soul. You pushed right back. He could move enough to speak. “What the fuck?! Why can’t I move?” He shouted.
“Behind you!” Max replied.
“Who is that?” The boy who screamed asked.
“No idea–” She responded.
Billy looked out of the corner of his eye at you. His facial expression held so much pain and confusion. “I– I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret, you have to stop, Billy. I’ll let go if you stop.”
“What the hell are you doing to me, Y/n?”
“Billy, breathe–” He inhaled sharply and you could feel his anger calming slightly. You let go of your hold and the kids backed themselves into a corner. He whipped around to face you. “What the hell are you? Are you some kind of freak? Is that why you’re friends with Jonathan?”
You kept close track of his body language. “What? I don’t understand.”
“Jonathan’s brother is some kind of messed up, there are rumors he can do some freaky magic shit, like whatever the hell you just did to me.”
“What’s gotten into you?” You were genuinely confused and hurt. You had been called all kinds of names by people around you your whole life, but no one ever switched up that quickly. Everyone was usually more in shock than angry about whatever you had done to expose yourself as an angel’s kid. “Don’t talk about kids like that and you keep Jonathan’s name out of your mouth too!” You could feel yourself being absorbed by your own anger. “I stopped you from hurting someone, call me a freak if you want, I don’t give a fuck, but like, leave other people, especially kids out of it.”
His face relaxed and his expression became more worried. “The fact that you have tears streaming down your face tells me that you do, in fact, give a fuck.” He stuck his hand out toward you and started to get closer.
“Don’t fucking come near me!”
“Y/n, you’re freakin’ me out. I’m sorry I said that shit, but you look like you’re gonna explode. Let–”
His hand was only a few centimeters from your arm and you used your powers to push him back a few feet. He didn’t fall, but he almost did. He was scared, you could feel it. He didn’t know what to make of you, but he was trying to figure out how to fix what he said. “What the hell was that?”
Steve was standing behind you in the doorway. “How did you– do any of that?”
Your chest was heaving. “What is going on in this town?”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I’ll fill you in later. What is going on in this town? Demons? Angels? Leviathans? Pagan Gods? What is happening?”
“How–”
“The Mind Flayer,” the boy from earlier said.
“The what?”
“The Mind Flayer,” he repeated.
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Steve and Billy took the kids to the tunnels near the pumpkin patch, very reluctantly, to help distract the demodogs from Hopper and Eleven. You told Steve he thought they were in serious danger to call for you and you would come to their aid. If they didn’t need you, you would help the pair at the gate. Dustin gave you a quick explanation of what was happening and you promptly teleported yourself to the lab. The dog-like creatures were desperately clawing at the machine that held up Hopper and Eleven. You banished them all to purgatory while a snap. You could only do small portions of Hawkins at a time because of the limits of your powers, but Hopper and Eleven were safe from the creatures for the time being. The monster Dustin had described as “The Mind Flayer” screamed in anger. You could feel Eleven’s pain as she fought incredibly hard to close the door to the evil dimension. You weren’t sure at first if you could help her, but you stuck your hand out toward the gate anyway. You could feel it falter under your grasp. You got yourself up to the level that Eleven and Hopper were on and continued to help her force the gate shut. Eleven looked at you briefly. “Who are you?”
“I’m a friend.” You closed your hand a little bit more, “I’m here to help you close up the gate. We’re not far–”
“Y/n? How did you get here? How are you doing that?” Hopper asked.
“Just thank me later, Hops. I’ll explain everything when we’re safe, I promise.” You shut your fist all the way and the gate snapped shut. Eleven fell to her knees. You were covered in your own sweat and the bodily fluids of several monsters. You smiled.
Y/N? ARE YOU OKAY?
It was Steve. You could feel his worry. You nodded to Hopper and set your hands on each of their shoulders. You teleported them both to just outside of his truck. “I have to run and make sure Steve and Billy and the kids are okay. I’ll see you back at Jonathan’s house.”
You didn’t give him a chance to answer before you threw yourself into the pumpkin patch. You appeared next to Steve. He looked a little worse for wear, but he was okay. Your eyes scanned over all the kids. They were all okay. Billy was bloodied. His shirt was ripped and he was bleeding still from a few wounds. He was, however, still standing. Steve’s face lit up as he registered that you were in front of him. “You good?”
You nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. It’s over.”
He pulled you into a hug. You were completely surprised, but you hugged him back. You could feel tears start to come to your eyes as he started to rock slightly from side to side. It felt safe. “Shit… we did it!”
You gripped the material of his jacket a little bit harder. “Yeah, we did it.”
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Therapy - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)
Title: Therapy
Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader (18)
Word Count: 4,688 words
Warning(s): arguing, crying, mentions of torture/abandonment/major character death
Summary: (Season 13, Episode 4) The brothers and (Y/n) decide to bring Jack along for their first hunt. It ends up digging into wounds that had been ignored.
Author's Note: Might be the last season 13 imagine for a while. I think I'm heading to season 7 next.
Find more of this OC here!
Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)
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I didn't realize how hard it was going to be for me to get back into hunting when I got back.
Sam was trying to be nice and help me, but Dean and I kept bumping heads. It was rough. He just had this wall up to me. He hadn't apologized for the British Men of Letters thing. He refused. Acted like he could ignore it and I'd magically wake up and forgive him.
I wouldn't.
He betrayed me.
He turned his back on me and wasn't even brave enough to admit what he had done.
He just let all of it sit there and fester.
And I wouldn't let him back in unless he showed some form of remorse.
I walked into the map room just as Sam came in with coffee and breakfast. I grinned and nodded at him. Dean was sitting at the head of the table, looking over some article on his laptop.
"Hey," Sam said. "How you feeling?"
Dean stayed silent. I glared at the back of his head for a moment before forcing a grin for Sam's sake.
"I managed to accidentally get Jack to watch Star Wars," I said.
He chuckled, "Accidentally?"
"They walked in while I was watching Clone Wars," I explained. "I said it was easier for them to watch it themself. So… they're on an adventure."
Sam nodded before looking at his brother. I saw his smile falter a little bit.
"What you working on," Sam asked.
"Dead guy in Madison," Dean said bluntly. "Police say it was a home invasion, but neighbor claims that she saw the vic's dead wife leave the crime scene."
"Let's check it out," Sam replied as he made it down the stairs. He handed me one of the coffees.
"What, you ready to ditch Damien," I glared at Dean's nickname. He could at least have the decency to wait until I wasn't around. "What do you wanna do? Leave them in a ring of holy oil with some Netflix and a frozen pizza?"
"Ha," Sam spoke up before I could. "No. Actually, I thought we'd bring them along."
"Are you sure about that," I asked. "We still don't know much about their power yet. Might be risky."
"Yeah, hell no," Dean added. I rolled my eyes. Not what I said, but go off, jackass. "What, 'Adventures in Babysitting' the Antichrist?"
"Not the Antichrist," I corrected. "Kid's sitting in bed watching Jedi fights."
"Yeah, whatever, I still say no, thank you."
"Dean, we can't hide Jack forever," Sam argued. "And just keeping them cooped up here isn't working."
"Yeah, it is, actually," Dean said. "Wanna know why? Because as long they're here, then they aren't out there doing God knows what. So what, does this mean that your plan to bring Mom back isn't working? 'Cause I'll say it again: Mom's dead, Sam. Lucifer ripped her heart out. Now the sooner you can wrap your head around that, the sooner we can all move on."
I felt sick to my stomach. When did Dean start to sound so much like his dad? Was that a new thing or had I just been willingly ignoring it?
"So, you're saying you want to move on, from Mom," Sam asked.
"Right now, I wanna kill some dead guy's dead wife."
"Dean, that isn't what this is about," Sam sighed. "Jack needs to get out. They need to get some air. We all do. They're a good kid. Just give them a chance, please. For me."
That got Dean to finally agree.
I was quick to get my bag packed. Sam offered to grab Jack. I made it to the garage before either of them. Dean was waiting there too.
I looked at the floor, quickly getting in the backseat without saying a word. I only heard Dean sigh.
I only looked up again when the car door opened. Jack got into the seat next to me. I grinned at them. Sam and Dean were mumbling to each other.
"First hunt," I muttered, nudging them with my elbow. "Are you excited?"
"A little bit," they nodded. "Kind of scared."
"That's normal," I promised. "Hunting isn't a fun activity."
"But it can help people."
"Yeah."
The drive to Madison was quiet. Almost suffocating. If the bunker was tense, putting it into the impala almost turned the damn thing into a solid.
As we pulled up to the victim's house, Jack was digging through the fake IDs that Sam and Dean had made through the years.
"I thought lying was wrong," Jack commented. I bit my lip.
"All right," Dean ignored him. "Here we go. Victim: Wes Bailey. His wife, Erica, died six months ago. Heart thing, out of the blue. Question is why'd she come back from the dead and knife his ass?"
"People come back," Jack asked.
"When people pass, and their soul can't move on-"
"They're called ghosts," Dean cut Sam off. "And hanging around makes them go looney tunes. Uh... they go crazy."
"Since when do ghosts kill someone and then walk out the front door," Sam asked.
"Maybe it's a revenant," Dean suggested.
"What's a revenant," Jack muttered to me.
"More like a zombie," I shrugged.
"There's our witness," Dean pointed.
"Okay, we're gonna talk to the witness, check out the crime scene," Sam explained.
"You two stay," Dean leaned down to look through the window. I rolled my eyes.
"You two aren't getting along still," Jack noted.
"It'll pass," I said as I opened my laptop.
Like I did each time they brought it up. Did I believe it? I don't know. Did I think it helped keep Jack from blaming themself? I don't really know that either.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm looking through articles," I replied. "Any information we can find that is connected to this case, the better."
"Then, we should check the crime scene."
"Well, the boys are going- Jack?"
They got out of the car before I could stop them. I tucked my laptop away and follow them into the house.
Jack had stopped right next to a bloodstain. They reached out to touch it.
"No, no, no," I grabbed their arm. "No touching blood."
As we stood up straight, Sam and Dean walked in.
"I told you to wait in the car," Dean snapped. "The hell are you doing?"
"We're trying to help out," Jack explained. "(Y/n) said the more information we can get, the better."
"I was talking about news articles and related cases," I clarified, so the brothers didn't turn this on me.
"How is this helping out," Dean asked.
Sam held a hand up to his brother, "Dean. Thank you, Jack. Did you guys find anything?"
"Nothing new-"
"This," Jack pointed down at the bloodstain.
"We were only in here for a minute," I said.
I walked to a countertop while Sam talked about the EMF reader. I found a calendar with appointments marked off.
"Guys," I said when the EMF reader didn't work. "He was seeing a grief counselor."
"Is that important," Jack asked.
"The counselor would have all of the details on their life. Could be the culprit."
"How about we check the wife's grave to see if it's a revenant," Sam suggested. "If it's not, we'll give the counselor a visit."
We all agreed.
After seeing the body still in the coffin, we were on to the next theory. Dean burned the wife's body as a precaution and then we left.
The next morning, we got reports of another murder. Once again, Jack and I were told to wait in the car.
"Let's actually just wait here this time," I muttered.
Sam and Dean were only at the scene for a few minutes. They asked a few questions, checked for EMF, and then got back in the car.
We stopped at the police department. Sam ran in to grab a file while the rest of us waited outside. Dean sent Jack to grab him some food, making me roll my eyes again. Still, I bit my tongue. It wasn't worth it.
"Where's Jack," Sam asked as he walked out. I pointed to the food truck Dean had sent him to. "Dean."
"It's a food run," Dean explained.
"They aren't our intern," Sam said, seemingly exhausted with Dean's behavior. "I asked you to keep an eye on them."
"I can see them."
I scoffed before I could stop myself. I felt Dean's glare shooting into the side of my head.
"Jack keeps staring at me," Dean complained.
"Because they want you to like them," I spoke up. "Accept them."
"You know what, whatever," Sam held out the file. "Take a look at this."
"What is it," I asked as Dean looked at the file.
"It's a grief journal," Sam said. "Your theory about the counselor seems to be fitting pretty well."
"It was the same counselor," I asked.
"Mia Vallens."
I nodded.
"Shrinks. Snake oil for the mind."
"Or, y'know, licensed professionals that know healthy coping mechanisms," I corrected Dean. I read a few too many psychology books when I was staying with Bobby.
Jack walked over before Dean could respond to me. Sam handed me one of the drinks. I grinned and nodded as a silent thank you.
"So, say this Hannibal chuck is a medium, right," Dean said. "Pisses off a spirit. A ghost shows up, notches a kill, and takes off."
"What if it's a shifter," I offered. "Less complicated. She sees their life stories. We have no EMF."
"Either way, we can't go in as F.B.I.," Sam added.
"Alright, we have to go in as something else," Dean shrugged.
We ended up waltzing into a family therapy appointment. Pretty clever idea on Sam's part. Dean was grumpy. Jack was just kind of following along like a lost puppy. As we made it to the counselor's steps, I touched Jack's arm.
"It's gonna be fine," I promised quietly. "Follow Sam's lead. It'll all work out."
Jack nodded and stuck by my side.
Dean and Sam tried to talk to the receptionist, but the counselor stepped downstairs and looked at us.
"You lost someone recently," she asked.
"No-"
"My mother," Jack cut Dean off.
"Our mother," Sam corrected. "We're having a difficult time."
She invited us to her office to talk after introducing herself to all of us.
"Your mother, she passed quite suddenly," she asked as we all walked in.
It was a plain room. Gray walls with white furniture. The only pieces of color seemed to come from the books and statues on her shelves. Sam and Dean sat on the couch, Jack sat in one of the armchairs, and I sat in another. She took one chair that could easily see the rest of us.
"Uh, yeah," Sam said.
"Most of my clients are the same way," she explained. "No warning, no goodbye, no closure."
"Pretty much the same for us," Sam continued. "So, how does this usually work? With your patients?"
"Usually, they just start talking about the person they're lost."
"Oh, well, Mom was great and now she's dead," Dean snapped. "What's the deal with catharsis?"
"I'm sorry?"
"We were wondering what that is," Sam tried to save the discussion. "A past patient of yours referred us, she's a family friend."
"I don't talk about my patients," she explained. "And they aren't supposed to talk about me."
"Of course, but your process-"
"My program is a range of things," she cut Sam off. "Talk therapy, meditation. You ever journal?"
"Our dad did," Sam answered.
"I did," I said. "I fell off recently."
I ignored Dean and Sam's shocked looks.
"Dean," she nodded to him. "You journal?"
"Ever since I was a little girl."
I bit back an urge to snap at him. What the fuck was that about?
"You think this shrink stuff is a load of crap," she said. "Am I right?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Then why are you here?"
"Because we all agreed we'd give it a shot," Sam jumped in. I would beg him to let Dean sit in the hot seat a little bit longer. "Right?"
We all nodded.
"My brother hasn't been processing his grief," Sam explained.
"Really," Dean asked. "No, I'm good, actually. With death, closure, whole frickin' bottle of Jack."
"Are you," Sam looked at him.
"Yeah. Because I know that Mom's dead, and I know that she's not coming back."
I suddenly found a spot on the floor to stare at. I didn't want to be involved in another discussion about Mary fucking Winchester. She was the wrench thrown into my life. I could empathize with Sam and Dean, but I couldn't keep being reminded of her. Of all that she did.
"Okay, I hear what you're saying," Sam said. "I just wish..."
"You wish he'd be more open to therapy," Mia tried to complete his sentence.
"Sure. Exactly."
"Alright, this is a safe place, right, Doc," Dean asked. "Okay. My brother's delusional."
"Dean," Sam said.
"You said you wanted to give this a shot, right? Here we go. He won't even admit that Mom's dead. Won't even admit it. If he admits it, then it's real."
"Stop," Sam muttered.
"If it's real, then he has to deal with it. And he can't handle that."
"Right, because this is so easy for you, huh?"
"No, it's not easy."
"Yeah, but at least you had a relationship with Mom. Who did she always call? Who did she look to for everything? You had something with her that I never had. And now I'm supposed to accept that I never will have it?"
Sam stood up and stormed out of the room.
"(Y/n)," I almost jumped when she said my name. "How have you been dealing with this?"
"I... Well... I didn't have a great relationship with her when she passed," I said, feeling Dean stare me down. "She... She sided with some people who were really, really bad to me. She got Sam and Dean to go along with her. I left to stay with a friend. She passed while I was gone."
"You feel like there's something there that never reached potential?"
"I wanted to trust her," I blinked away the tears in my eyes. "She couldn't hold up her end of that."
"And Sam and Dean," she continued. "How has this strain affected your relationship with them?"
"Sam apologized as soon as he saw me again," I explained. "Kept saying that I deserved better. Dean... Dean hasn't said much."
"(Y/n) won't grieve because it's easier to see Mom as a villain."
"I never said that-"
"That's why you're still holding a grudge," he cut me off. "You want someone else to blame for you running away from your family."
"She wasn't my family. Family doesn't do that."
"Family doesn't run. They stick together. Thought you'd know better."
It sounded so much like John. Every ounce of it. There was no way he didn't hear it.
"Okay, John," I stood up, watching his jaw clench at the name I called him. "I'm done. I am so done."
I walked out of the room and met Sam near the water dispenser.
He saw me and immediately pulled me into a hug.
"I want to go home," I muttered.
"I know," he replied. "Just gotta get this job done."
I nodded, hugging him a little tighter. I stepped back slowly. He handed me a little disposable cup of water. I chuckled, thanking him quietly.
I took a sip just as Sam's attention latched onto the sign blocking off the stairs. I looked over at it before glancing at the receptionist's desk. He was gone.
I dropped the cup in the trash before walking over. Sam followed close behind me.
When I didn't spot anyone by the stairs, I climbed over the sign and slowly started walking up. I stopped a few steps from the top. There was blood on the banister.
I hit Sam's shoulder and pointed over at it.
He nodded at me, and we both grabbed our guns.
The upstairs was empty. The first door we checked led to a small bathroom. There was blood on the shower curtain.
As Sam turned on the light, I grabbed the edge of the material. After a deep breath, I whipped it open.
There was skin in the bottom of the bathtub. A lot of it.
"Shifter," I muttered as Sam walked over. "I knew she had something to do with this."
"You have a radar for shifter cases," Sam said as he used something to pick up a piece of skin. "Seem to catch onto them really fast."
"Thanks, it's the personal trauma," I mumbled before turning around to start running back to the room Dean and Jack were sitting in.
We froze outside the door for a moment before heading in with guns drawn.
"She's a shape-shifter," Sam said.
"No, no," Mia held her hands up and backed away toward the wall.
Dean pulled out his gun as he stood up and moved next to Sam. Jack stepped behind me.
"We found hair and teeth," Sam explained. "You must've shed your skin just a couple of hours ago."
"And here I just thought she was annoying," Dean muttered.
"What's going on," Jack asked.
"Doc's a monster," Dean replied. "She killed her patients."
"No," she repeated. "No, no. I am what you say, but I have never killed anyone."
"Then what are you doing here," Sam asked.
"I'm helping people. My patients. I shift into the person they've lost so that they could see them one last time, so that they can say goodbye."
"Well, Wes Bailey, Gloria Simon," Dean listed. "They're both dead."
"What?"
"Gloria was killed by her son, or at least someone who looked like him," he continued.
"Three nights ago, Wes was killed by somebody who looked like his dead wife," Sam added.
Mia seemed stunned. Completely caught off-guard.
"Wanna tell us how you're innocent again," Dean asked.
"Okay, um," she took a deep breath. "I have an alibi for Wes. I volunteer at the women's shelter downtown. I was there that night. You can call them."
There was a moment of silence.
"I know you guys are hunters," she said. "But please, I am telling you the truth."
Dean stepped out to call the women's shelter and check her story. It was only a minute that he walked back in and said that it checked out. I lowered my arm.
"Well, if you're not doing this, then who is," Sam asked.
Mia was silent for a moment, "Oh, God. I think I know."
She walked over to a metal drawer and pulled out a small box. She held out a photo of some guy.
"His name's Buddy," she said. Dean snagged the picture from her. "When we got together, I was young and stupid. He's a shifter, like me. The only one I'd ever met other than my mother. But he liked to hurt people."
"Did he hurt you," Jack asked. The first time I had heard them speak up since we walked in the door.
Mia nodded, now avoiding eye contact, "I left. Changed my face, my name. Buddy wouldn't just kill people. He'd ruin their lives. He said he liked to see the look on their faces when they realized they had nothing left. What I'm doing here... I know it can't make up for what... what he... what we did, but I'm trying."
"If it's him, he's targeting your patients," I looked at Sam and Dean. "He had to get in here somehow. He couldn't know enough about these people otherwise."
"Who else has access to your office," Sam asked her. "Your notes, your appointments?"
"Patients and staff are in here all day," she replied.
"If you had to pick one," Dean pushed.
"Uh... Tom, my assistant," she said.
"I'll check it out," Dean muttered.
"I'll come with," Jack offered. Dean almost stopped them, but Sam cleared his throat.
"Fine. Whatever," he muttered before he and Jack left.
"Do you have security cameras," I asked after they had left.
Mia nodded and walked us to a computer set up.
As we started going through the footage, Dean called. Tom had been cleared. All we could do now was hope that we managed to spot someone's eyes flash in the camera.
"So... tell me," Sam tried to make conversation while we looked. "How exactly does this work with your patients? You show up as their dead relatives, and they think what?"
"Honestly, they don't really care," she replied. "They chalk it up to hypnotism, a lucid dream. They explain it away because at the end of the day they get to say goodbye."
"And that works," he continued.
"People... we're hardwired to want closure," she shrugged. "You never got a chance to say goodbye either, did you?"
"There," I said, cutting Sam off before he had to respond. I pointed at the man we had passed on the way in. Sam rewound the footage. "Flicker."
"Who's that," Sam asked.
"That's John Dristoll," Mia explained. "I only started seeing him a few weeks ago."
"We need to track him down," I said. "Do you have an address?"
She nodded, going to grab a file. She handed it to us as we walked out the door.
We found the address pretty fast. The guy hadn't been too far from her office, probably hoping it would help him keep an eye on her.
I tucked a silver dollar into my hand as we got out of Mia's car and started heading up toward the house.
"The door's open," I said, jogging over to it.
"(Y/n), wait," Sam followed me. "He could still be inside."
"And leave the door open?"
"Ever heard of a trap?"
I paused, "Good point."
I pulled my gun out and walked inside. Sam followed close behind me.
Nothing.
There was no sign of anyone there at all.
We drove back to the office in silence. As we walked in, we both looked at each other. It was faint and wasn't clear, but we had heard someone yell.
I pulled my gun out again.
Sam took the lead, heading towards the office.
"Sam! We're in here!"
I grabbed Sam's arm as he put the gun away, "Dean would come out here. Or tell us why he couldn't. He wouldn't say something so basic."
He paused before nodding and holding his arm up again.
As we pushed the door open, Buddy- who had been pretending to be Dean- was thrown into the far wall. Sam pulled me to the side as a bullet went into the door next to us.
Buddy started standing up. Sam fired a quick shot at him as I started heading over to Jack and Dean.
"Are you okay," I asked Jack, touching their arm. They nodded. They didn't seem seriously hurt, just exhausted.
I nodded back and grinned at them.
I looked at Dean, "Hey, Dean."
I grabbed the sides of his face so I could look at him. I patted his cheek a few times. He blinked at me as he adjusted to his surroundings.
"There he is," I said. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I just got hit in the head really hard."
"Don't be a dick," I replied.
Sam tossed me the keys to the handcuffs. I undid them as fast as I could. I jumped a little when Dean pulled me into a hug. I slowly hugged him back. It was nice.
I stood up a few moments later, helping Dean off the floor. As Dean and Sam spoke with Mia about what to do with Buddy's body, I grabbed Jack.
We stepped outside the room for a minute.
"How are you feeling," I asked.
"Tired," they replied. "I... I used my powers though. They worked."
"I know," I nodded. "I'm proud of you."
"Mia... She took the form of my mom," they continued. "She let me say goodbye to her. Talk to her."
"How was that," I was already grinning.
"It was nice. Really nice."
I hugged Jack, closing my eyes for a moment. They deserved that. I was happy for them.
We made the drive back to the bunker that night.
After putting my bag away, I went into the kitchen. Water and sleep were the top of my priority list at the moment.
Dean was standing at the fridge when I walked in.
I almost turned around.
"Kid," he said before I had a chance. I looked at him as he closed the fridge door. "Can we talk?"
I felt a pit in my stomach.
"Please?"
I nodded.
He motioned over at the table.
"What happened at Mia's... that wasn't okay," he started. "I shut you down and I'm sorry-"
"You don't think that's why I'm upset, do you?"
"Well, I didn't think it was the only thing-"
"Dean, I couldn't care less about that damn therapy appointment," I said. "I care about everything before it."
He looked down.
"You keep trying to avoid it," I let out a sigh. "Nothing's going to change if you can't take some accountability for what happened. You worked with an organization that tried to kill me. You would've rather watched me leave than fought back against them. And then, I come back, and you don't say anything to me. You shut me out. Won't talk about what happened. You are upset with me for being upset about what Mary did to me. I can't win here, Dean."
He looked at me again.
"I want to trust you, but... I can't trust someone who won't even admit he did anything wrong."
I wiped my eyes, barely having noticed that I had started crying.
"I just want to know that you get it," I muttered. "I want the Dean who raised me back. I... I want my dad back."
"I am right here," he promised, leaning forward. I shook my head. "I... I know I messed up. And I should've talked to you and I should've apologized. Hell, I shouldn't have let you leave in the first place."
It was the first time in weeks that I felt like I was seeing a genuine part of him.
"Until you called me by my dad's name, I didn't fully realize what I had been doing," he continued. "I... I betrayed you. And I tried to claim it was for the greater good. I shouldn't have given a shit about that. Because you're my kid. You should've come first. No matter what. And I am so sorry."
Dean reached over and touched my arm.
"I don't care how long it takes. I don't care what hoop you want me to jump through. I just need the chance. I will do anything to prove that I am sorry and that I am on your side. I'm right here, kid. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you behind again."
I placed my hand over his.
"Okay?"
I nodded, trying to stop my crying.
"Come here."
Dean stood up and pulled me out of my spot. He hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes and hugged him back.
"Come on," he said after a minute as he stepped back. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the kitchen and into the library.
"What are you doing," I asked.
He stopped next to the table and held a knife out to me.
"What?"
"Sam and I carved our initials into this table," he pointed down at the carved "SW" and "DW". "It's your turn."
I grinned and took the knife from him.
I froze for a moment. I was contemplating what I should be carving. After a minute, I grinned and started carving.
I stepped back a minute later, setting the knife on the table.
"Three letters," Dean pointed out.
I nodded, pointing at each letter as I said what they meant, "(Y/n) (Y/l/n)... Winchester."
Dean froze for a minute before smiling and pulling me into another hug. I hugged him back.
"Love you, kid."
"Love you too, Dean."
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I've been deeply delving into Supernatural at the moment and I just put something together that I felt should be out in the interwebs.
Dean Winchester and his layers
Obviously we have the stuff everyone already knows right? He likes pie, he has anger issues, he feels overprotective of Sam. But Dean is actually incredibly intelligent yet downplays it for Sam (nothing against Sam cuz I love that man too) and everyone else, some examples of that: He made his own emf reader out of a cassette player and electromagnet from a microwave, he hacked/disarmed a museums security alarm, referenced Vonnegut; Homer; Lord of the Flies and Tolkien, watched and loved Star Trek, he plays dress up/cosplays/larps, etc. Dean was also the one who cared about holidays, trying so hard to give them to little Sammy, and being hurt when adult Sam wanted none of it. Dean had to take on the role of mom and dad for Sam his entire life, even going hungry so his little boy didn’t. He's an amazing cook, has crazy good mechanical skills, loves anything to do with music- karaoke, guitars on his wall, cassette to Cas- and Dean even had a career picked out which had nothing to do with hunting… he wanted to be a firefighter. Dean even took a teaching role as PE teacher in one episode when he could've picked anything else, that just builds a better image of the caring man Dean raised himself to be. Not to mention the fact that when Sam was in the cage with Lucifer Dean GOT OUT!! He wanted that apple pie life, the life he pushed Sam into his whole life because he knew only one of them would get that chance… and of course he'd want it to be his brother/son.
He grew up to hide his wants and dreams in order to please the man who only wanted a soldier, Dean even went so far as seeing his own life as less than Sam and pushing to die instead of the brother he took care of alone. Dean gained food insecurity, he never knew when he would get to eat and we see this throughout the show as he shoves any free food into his mouth like he'll never eat again. He also showed signs of CPTSD, a mental health condition that can develop if you experience chronic (long-term) trauma.
It involves stress responses, such as: Anxiety (maybe like how got scared and he immediately apologized after not shooting John, and then knew it wasn’t his father because the demon wasn’t upset), Having flashbacks or nightmares (post hell is the first thing that comes to mind), Avoiding situations (trying to keep the peace between Sam and John), places and other things related to the traumatic event (avoiding Lawrence KS for decades), Heightened emotional responses, such as impulsivity or aggressiveness (he gets really upset in difficult conversations first and then the other emotions come later), Persistent difficulties in sustaining relationships (come on, Dean is a ladies man).
Examples of chronic trauma include: Long-term child physical or sexual abuse (tell me that John didn’t physically abuse or "discipline" his boys), Long-term domestic violence (again.. Physical abuse by John), Being a victim of human or sex trafficking (not canon… but it could have happened in all the years his father neglected them and sucked off to fight the monsters while his own kids struggled to get by), War (hunter and monsters are at war), Frequent community violence (hunters and monsters alike can be POS). While CPTSD is often associated with chronic trauma in childhood, adults who experience chronic trauma can also develop the condition (which means it only gets worse for Dean as he gets older and doesn't get help for it).
So yeah. Dean deserved better than a piece of rebar at the ass end of Supernatural, that’s all..
#dean winchester#dean winchester deserved better#john winchester sucked#good brother dean winchester#dean winchester is a better dad to sam
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"Now I wanna do some for them finding out their gonna be Dads or during the Prime Mover's pregnancy. Let me know if your interested"
Yes. Yes, I am. 🙏
🥰 thank you for picking up on my not so subtle hint Anon.... Now for again one of my favorite subjects in the Ghost universe....
Papas Finding out they're going to be a Dad and how they behave during their Prime Mover's pregnancy (from a reader as the PM perspective).
It's detailed sooooo under the cut we go!
Nihil
He messed up--big time with his other 4. So when you tell him that, that romp in the pews after Mass resulted in a 5th Emeritus heir, he is shocked--but happy for a second chance. He was too young before, not ready--a deadbeat dad. He won't make that mistake again. During your pregnancy he'd wait on you hand and foot, trying to make up all his other transgressions with the other "Prime Mover's". Proving to you, and himself, he could in fact be a better person and a good dad.
Primo
When Primo finds out you're with child, he is stunned. Taking on a younger lover in the first place wasn't something he expected, but you persued him and he couldn't help but be taken in by your smile--as gentle as his lilies. He is cautious during your pregnancy...not because he's worried for him...after all he's done this parent stuff before (cue memories of pulling Terzo and Secondo off of eachother) but he's concerned about potentially leaving you with all the responsibilities. You and Primo would both commiserate with aches and pains as your belly swelled and his joints cracked. He'd remind you often of how beautiful you are- a true goddess amongst women, as you carry his child.
Secondo
This man absolutely positively never wanted to be a father....but when you begged him to reconsider, he couldn't help but give in. You can be quiet convincing when your ovulating and hell he'd thought, why not "give it a try" not thinking anything would take. Surprise your pregnant and now the piper has come to be paid. Although he wouldn't show it on the outside, he's terrified but also very happy... Something he had expected even less. He would treat you like glass, fragile and beautiful, during your pregnancy--wanting to keep you close to him so he can make sure your safe at all times.
Terzo
Terzo is very happy when you tell him that your pregnant. It's not a surprise, you've been actively trying. He is, however, constantly seeking validation that he will be a good dad... His own father was not a good example. He would rub your feet, massage your back, and be oh so grateful to Lucifer for those hormones that make you extra horny in the second trimester--knowing you'll give him a run for his money with your sexual appetite. He'd absolutely suffer from Couvade, making you roll your eyes at his sympathy aches and pains and be almost as excited for him to get back to normal as yourself.
Copia
When I tell you this man--this man has been trying every single waking moment to knock you up since you told him you always wanted a baby...that would be the understatement of a lifetime. He knows more about your cycle than you do and knew every "green" day, making sure to ahem...provide you with everything you needed. When you come out from the bathroom holding that plus sign in your hands, he dropped to his knees and kissed your belly. A little piece of him to carry on his legacy, firmly planted and safe within you. He would be in awe of how magical you are creating this life, a life made from the love between you both. He would sing to your belly every night, his hand always finding its resting place on the apex of your bump. You'd swear the baby only likes to kick when they hear him close by and it would take quite a few rounds of convincing that the baby didn't need to befriend the rats the moment they came home from the hospital to get him to agree.
Hope you all enjoyed!!!!
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Thank Goodness It's Okay Now...Which Means I Can Have Rest & Relax! (And Will Talk A Bit About Hazbin Hotel Theories...)
[Note: Mature Audience Readers Only...Also, This Will Both Talk About My Feelings and me talking about Hazbin Hotel characters, which is why those tags are added to this. also I will get a bit off topic and talk about some other series, so yeah...I will also be talking about the good luck that happen when I log back in... ]
and like I said in the post before this, I wanted to log off for a few minutes and seconds and then log back in to check if everything is working okay now, and thank goodness it ended up working...
I think with the day I have been having, even if half of the day ended up good, cause I got to post some Crossover ships and other drawings as well and also some new fan theories like with the whole Lucifer and Adam from Hazbin Hotel, to which if it does turn out that Lucifer is Cain's Dad, while Adam is the Step-Dad but also Adoptive Dad, and well how that universe is might still be slightly different from ours of course...
but if it does turn out that Cain is Lucifer's son and technically Charlie's Older brother...
I'm still gonna call Charlie's Dad by the nickname
"Adorkable Apple Goober" and if it turns out he is Cain's Dad, he gets the "Peepaw" added at the end, I'm weird and yeah it is possible it hasn't really registered in his head that he is technically a Peepaw...
in other words, Adam is a Grandpa.
plus I might be the only one who had notice that
Charlie Morningstar has the name "Cain" hidden in there, you have to bold the letters.
well like I said before, I had notice that Steven Quartz Universe, has the name "Sans" hidden in his name too, some fans have probably notice it even before I pointed that out and discovered it, that only gives fans more reason to think that Sans could possibly be a Alternate Future version of Steven.
of course Charlie isn't Cain reincarnated, but I do like the idea of them forming a type of sibling bond that could be a bit better than how Cain and Abel's were...
and I still think both Cain and Abel were in the wrong, and it probably wouldn't of got that bad if Adam and Eve did a better job parenting...
some parents aren't perfect, and Steven's Dad Greg and possibly even Charlie's Dad Lucifer, were possibly in the Gray Zone of Parenting, and there could be different levels of Gray-Parenting.
like there can be a middle ground where it's okay and there can be another part of it that isn't really okay and when the child of the parent points out what is wrong, chances are they wont really listen to reason and believe it was "okay" when really it wasn't.
and there have been pretty messed up stuff that happen before...
if Adam's wife Eve does appear in Hazbin Hotel, who knows what she will be like, we only got some form of story silhouette of her.
and for all we know, both Eve and Lilith have a dark secret.
also I think it makes sense to call those who are descendants of both Lilith and Eve, as part of The Evalith Bloodline.
and yeah it could be possible that Lilith from our universe was given a Earth Angel Child, some time after she left Adam, and for all we know she could of been pregnant when she left him.
even if some think it was normal or okay for those three angels to treat Lilith like that, but it wasn't, it was never okay...
Lilith would of probably not end up in such a dark and very bad way, if those three didn't end up being Toxic-Masculine jerks during those times...and hopefully they have gotten better and never do something like that again, cause once again that is NOT how love works.
plus if Lilith from Hazbin Hotel went through the same thing, but had Charlie's Dad to come in time to save her...
it still wouldn't be okay if some three early version of exterminators that were probably like the Hazbin Hotel versions of those three angels that cross a line, tried the same messed up thing...you know, when trying to make Lilith return to Adam...
that is once again not how love works, and sometimes space is needed and a romantic partner needs to respect that.
and it can be possible for love to be fragile, and it could be either in a romantic or platonic way, it might depend.
even if Lucifer the Adorkable Apple Goober, shows a silly side to himself but also he shows a lonely side in his appearance in Hazbin Hotel...and even though I don't want to be touched at times, I'm okay with hugs if I well really do want a hug.
I seriously want to give Charlie's Dad a hug, like if it were possible.
I can give really hard hugs, like strong ones, which I should try not to do and try to hold back that much hug power. XD
even though I'm suppose to be 5'5" I can't help but think I might be around 5'4" instead...when I have my shoes off and take a good look at the wall even on a door, I look pretty short...
I was a pretty big newborn, which if it is possible it has anything to do with Nephilim Genetics, maybe...?
at least I was still small for a baby, but from what I was told, besides that freaky thing I did a few days later after being born...
I looked like a 2 week old baby even though I was a newborn, but I looked like a 2 week ago in both size and appearance.
I was not a normal newborn if by only a few days later after being born, I end up lifting my arms and place them under my head while I was sleeping...
freaked my Mom out apparently but at the same time she found it really cute, and I know I gave her a few surprises that were both before and after I was born.
and even if it was because of some kind of genetics, like it being about Nephilim Genetics or some other form of Genetics...
it could be possible that in theory, most Modern day descendants had evolved to be less giant like they were back then.
I mean there can still be people in this world that can be pretty tall or short or somewhere in between, so it can still be different from how it was back many centuries ago.
plus it could be possible ones growth when they appear looking like a 2 week old despite being a newborn, might not have to do with Nephilim Genetics.
for all we know, in Hazbin Hotel's Universe...
Charlie could of went through the same thing when she was born, having both the size and the appearance of a 2 week old even though when she was born, she was suppose to be a newborn.
maybe I can talk about that theory later, when I log back in.
I was able to check out a few fanart when I was able to log back in, to see if everything is okay once again...which I'm glad it's okay now.
I think it is possible what happen around January, did play some part of messing it up and hopefully I wont have to go through that again.
I think I should eat a bit more food before I try to go to sleep, and maybe wait while to try going to sleep.
I still wish I didn't have trouble going to sleep, I mean I was trying to but as some hours went, I couldn't get to sleep...
even if I might not be super tired right now, I think I might feel a little bit...and with the bad and good day I had today, I need to try to relax and just be happy and thankful I was able to post that Crossover Ship of Megatron from TFA with Carmilla Carmine from Hazbin Hotel...
the song "Out For Love" from Hazbin Hotel, might half to blame for that ship idea....that song is just so good. I love that song, and well I still love the other songs from both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, and even other songs from my other favorite series, like from Steven Universe.
"Stronger Than You" that has Garnet singing it, had become so popular it got some song parodies.
and we know now that Garnet wasn't the first Fusion born from the love of her two components that are Ruby and Sapphire.
Tigerhawk from Beast Wars was a fusion born from their two components.
so both Garnet a Gem, and Tigerhawk a Cybertronian, are Fusions born from the true love between two beings...
of course Tigerhawk only fully end up becoming a fusion of love, when the two sparks that make up their two components, end up becoming one, right...?
and the said fusion spark ended up taking back the fusion body of Tigatron and Airrazor.
I hope that I can log back on later, like in a few hours or so from now and maybe talk more about the Hazbin Hotel theory I was talking about before but decided to make into two parts, so I can talk more about it in a part 2 of the theory.
and yeah even if I did talk about the whole possibility that Adam and Lucifer sharing Grandchildren, which would be like many Greats in there...and well we wont know unless it is proven canon in Hazbin Hotel or if it gets debunked and ends up in fanon only.
anyway and like the other tags, I'm going to go rest and relax and even going to try to sleep now...but if I'm still not able to right away I can try to do some stuff that might help me go to sleep.
anyway see ya in a few hours or so, and when I log back on I will talk more about the whole Hazbin Hotel Theory about the Soul Partnership Contract and how it is different from the other Soul Contracts that will at times include Soul Binding, which might also be different from a Soul Bond where there is a mutual partnership in the said Soul Partnership Contract...I will get around to writing part 2 of that theory when I'm able to. and I hope those who read part 1 of it, don't mind waiting a few hours or so. but if I'm not able to get to work on it later, I will try to do so tomorrow. :)
I'm once again, glad things are back to normal and I was able to log back on to tumblr...and I might draw another Crossover ship later and post it up on here when I come back on later or tomorrow.
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Yeah seriously finding people who hate Dean is soo fun!!!
Yes like fr the narrative just sides with him and that possession plot line was fucked up. Especially since Dean does know Sam’s problems with angels and the whole consent thing. And he knows that Sam has trauma. Like when you think about it like that it’s even more fucked up. And god I hated that they made Sam forgive him! Especially since Sam just set boundaries with Dean and his relationship. And then suddenly we’re supposed to actually give a thought about dean’s pain as if he wasn’t the one who caused Sam’s pain. Like come on!!! Why would they do that?!?
Oh my god it is the worst how those fans just reduce Sam to the uncle. As if Sam wasn’t the only one who actually saw goodness in jack. Who knew not to hate on a literal child cuz of who his father is. And it makes it worse that they reduce it cuz Sam was the victim of jack’s father Lucifer. And yet sam still decided to parent jack and see kindness in him. Also it’s so ironic how that one scene that they talk about when jack was born: is a scene where Dean is giving alcohol to a person that was on earth for like 2 days. Like I seriously don’t care that jack looks older, dude was only on earth for 2 days and was introduced to alcohol.
Exactly like legit so many people hate John for abusing his kids but when Dean does it apparently it’s okay???? Also the worst thing is how so many people just reduce Dean to being the ‘dad’ figure to all kids when he legit hurts all the kids/teenagers he comes in contact with. But then Sam parents them and actually understands things from their pov, and apparently he isn’t a good enough person to call a ‘dad’. Like gah it just bothers me sooo much!!
Ohh that’s good that you enjoyed it and yeah I totally get the binging/watching just petered out. Like especially with this long of a show with 15 seasons and with so many episodes too. Like it isn’t an easy watch at all. I’m honestly not a big binger with shows either so I totally get it. Also yeah makes sense that you absorbed and looked up stuff. That must have been an experience on its own lol. Also it might be good that you just heard it cuz if you already hate Dean just from hearing about his actions, oh boy would you be pissed seeing it on screen.
NO IT REALLY IS THE BEST AND TBH GETTING THAT ASK AND SEEING YOU ALSO HATE HIM WAS AMAZING
Like even if he didn't know Sam's issues with consent and possession it's fucked up that he would trick Sam like that, but he DOES know and he does it anyway and he's like "I'd do it again because it saved you and you would do the same thing!!" trying to act like what he did wasn't a terrible thing to do regardless of his reasons. And then Sam says "No I wouldn't" because Sam knows what that feels like, to be possessed, to lose moments of your life and not know why, to lose control of your body, and he wouldn't put someone through that. But Dean misinterprets this as "oh you don't love me" doesn't he? ugh.
Sam was putting his whole effort into raising that kid and treating him right even though, frankly, he would have the right to react poorly to anyone related to Lucifer being in his home, but no! He does the opposite of what Dean does and treats that kid like a kid and give him a decent chance! And yet he's labelled as the Uncle simply because "Jack is Cas's kid and Dean is his husband so-" no! fuck off! I literally have a whole tag that's "sam is the only winchester i wholeheartedly trust with a child" because it's true.
I struggle with watching shows that are only 20-30 minutes long, I could not handle watching 15 (?) seasons of a show with 20 episodes 40-50 minutes long. skip all that nonsense, read the wiki and see snippets on tumblr instead.
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Excuse me, I read my ask in your archive and I'm sorry I wasn't clear. I meant Mammon lived with his child and raised them, he was the one who told his child he only has only dead sister and the brothers were the one who asked about Mammon. Mammon ran away from home and the brothers just find out Mammon didn't wan't want them to be a part of his new life. I'm sorry
Rating: Teen and Up
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Characters: Brothers, Main Character
Additional Tags: angst(?), fluff, fluff turns into angst, GN!MC (they/them)
Summary: The exchange student gets to talking about their family.
A/N: oops! Now that I reread the request, yeah that makes more sense. I don’t know why my brian read it the way it did. I assume because I often work on requests really late at night and I must have been tired that day.
Word Count: 959
Of course Mammon ran away. His brothers didn't respect him. No demons took him seriously. He was the second born, yet everyone treated him like he wasn't even family. So, yeah, he decided to get out while the getting was good. It wasn't like anyone noticed. Being absent for a few years isn't that big of a deal for beings that live longer than even the stars. By the time his absence finally started to concern the other brothers, all traces of him had vanished and they didn't know where to look. He was gone.
Many years later, Diavolo started the exchange program and invited a human to the Devildom. It was a very rocky start to say the least. They had to win over the demon brothers entirely on their own; a difficult job but made slightly easier with Belphegor's manipulative help.
It was actually a casual conversation at dinner one day (after the weird time shenanigans) that started to tip them off. It was the first time everyone had really sat down together to get to know one another in earnest.
At that point, the exchange student had of course learned about Lilith. They knew about the fall. They had gotten through Belphie's more homicidal tendencies. Lucifer had even made a pact with them. All that was left was to finish out the exchange year.
"You know," they laughed, "I'm glad I came here. My friends are never going to believe this."
"Aren't we your friends?" Beel asked with confusion.
"I meant my friends back home. Besides, I think you guys are more like family after that mess. Speaking of, my folks are going to flip when I tell them." They picked up their demonus and gunned the entire glass; it was practically juice to them, unfortunately. "I am not looking forward to the lecture Dad is going to give me. He was already upset I decided to do this in the first place."
"I don't believe you've ever spoken of your family before," Lucifer said with interest.
"Yeah, well, it's not like it really ever came up." They shrugged.
"On a scale of one to Lucifer, how strict is he?" Belphie laughed even as Lucifer glared at him.
"Pffft, not at all. Mom is the strict one. Dad likes to dance and play cards. That's why it's scary when he's the one giving the lecture. Actually, he's usually the one getting lectured. He's got a bad gambling habit and Mom has never tolerated it." That's why they kept separate finances. Even so, he always found a way to spoil them and their mom rotten. If they didn't know better they'd think their dad was in the Mafia.
"Sounds lame," Leviathan complained, but there was a twinge of sadness in his voice; as if he was recalling a distant memory.
"Hey! Don't make fun of my dad. He could kick your butt."
"We're demons," Belphie reminded them.
"And my dad is the strongest person I know."
"You know us."
"I know what I said."
"Your dad sounds," Satan hesitated, "interesting."
Beel grumbled, "He sounds familiar."
Beel wasn't the only one to think their dad sounded very similar to someone else they knew. It was strange how many traits aligned with their lost brother.
"Do you have a photo of your parents by chance?" Lucifer finally asked, hoping he and his brothers were just imagining things.
They did. They had a few, in fact. It was important to them that they kept family photos close since their actual parents couldn't be there with them.
When they pulled out the collection of photos and displayed them on the table, the brothers couldn't believe their eyes. That was definitely Mammon. He didn't look any different than the day he left, except he looked happy. There was a photo of him holding them on his shoulders when they were much younger, one where they were in a matching outfit to their parents, and a much older one where it was him actually reading a book. It was like Mammon was living an entirely different life.
"Isn't he the coolest?" They loved their dad.
No one knew what to say. It'd been so long since they'd seen him, and their first clue about him was coming from his child; their nibling.
The only one who could think to say anything was Lucifer. "Your family looks happy."
"Well, yeah. Mom and Dad always did their best for me."
"By chance do you have any other family?" He had to know what Mammon had said about them.
"Hmm… I don't have any siblings."
"What about other family?"
"Uhh… I have an uncle on Mom's side and two cousins. They're both way younger than me though so we never really hung out."
"...and Ma- may I ask about your father?"
"Oh, umm," they paused to consider their words carefully. "I guess there's Aunt El? Dad said her grave was far away though, so we never visited. He said grandpa was a jerk though."
"Is that all?"
"Dad… always said Mom and I were the only family he had left."
Of course they were. Mammon never regretted falling with his brothers, but he regretted sticking around for as long as he did. They never respected him. they never saw him as anything more than a failure. Leaving was all he could do. He wasn't sure how, but he found a more loving family with humans that didn't even know who he was. Somehow, they thought the world of him. He didn't need to go back. He didn't need to drag his new family into his old one.
And his kid didn't need to know they were walking straight into the lion's den with all their uncles.
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howdy OP :) i truly adore your writing (oml you really bless us all 😤 with your musings),,,,, would it be possible to request satan with: AH FLY! (sorry the letters rearranged themselves like that)… :) thank you always for the writing you make that enriches the OM community/fandom! hope you have a lovely day 8)
A, H, F, L AND Y ALPHABET EVENT WITH SATAN
Activities- What activities do they like to do with you?
- A lot of the time, people around him narrow Satan’s interests down to books and cats but honestly there’s a lot of other things he like to do involving you. In terms of dates, they’re always interesting and enriching. He’ll take you to museums and galleries and explain the origins of things. Or just a nice walk somewhere where he points out different flora and fauna and their medicinal properties.
- Of course, he loves reading with you and watching your favourite shows together. You guys do little bingo boards with your predictions for the series and the winner gets to dare the other to do something. It usually ends up being something absolutely toothrottingly sweet.
- He likes studying with you. Knowledge makes him feel powerful and he wants his brilliant SO to feel indomitable too.
Habits - What habits do they have in a relationship?
- He often just gravitates toward you. Not always consciously but he just finds your presence reassuring so he ends up just being in your orbit a lot. And not so much in an intrusive way, he’s usually just in the background.
- He always opens doors for you and pulls out your chair etc. Doesn’t matter what gender you are, gentlemen are chivalrous irregardless of their SO’s gender. And Satan is nothing if not a gentleman.
- Texts you good morning and good night every day, it’s part of his routine at this point.
- Puts aside books he thinks you’ll like in a special pile.
Family - Would they want a family with you?
- Satan has a fair few issues to sort through before he thinks about having a family with you. He wants to be sure that if you were ever to start a family, that his own past wouldn’t get in the way of raising a child surrounded by love and acceptance. His biggest fear in parenting is the thought that he could raise a child who hates him like he did Lucifer or, worse, is afraid of him.
- But all in all, he really does want a family with you. He loves his brothers, he does, but they have a lot of history, especially with Lilith, that he doesn’t share and it can get lonely sometimes being the only demon who never even got the chance to be an angel. He’d love a family that he chose, unlike the rest of his brothers, it wasn’t his choice to fall. He’d like a chance to have a family that feels 100% his.
- If you have kids, those are going to be the best defended little dudes to ever exist. Satan is the blueprint for the over protective father. His kids aren’t afraid of him, to them he’s just their sweet and brilliant dad, but if anyone ever hurts his kids? Oh boy they’re DEAD dead.
Love - Who said I love you first?
- He did. Satan takes pride in being well aware of his emotions and strives for honesty in a relationship as well as trust. And unlike Lucifer, he doesn’t have his pride getting in the way of saying it.
- But it still takes a while for him to say it. I mean, Satan’s read a lot of romance books in his time. He knows all the cliches and once he realises he’s in love with you, he spends a long while ensuring that his confession is perfect and suited to you as a person. He may base it off of a book you both love or bring you flowers you like.
- He’s a romantic through and through and he tries to remind you at least once a day he loves you. Not always verbally though, he’ll stick little post-its on your textbooks with cute little messages and stuff like that.
Yearning - What are they like when they miss their partner?
- He gets angry more easily. His SO is a calming presence for him and he doesn’t like being without you. He also spends more time irritating Lucifer. The reasons for this are twofold: one, it makes him feel better; two, if he annoys Lucifer enough when you’re gone, Lucifer will start making an active effort to have you around as much as possible.
- He’s constantly texting you and does that thing where he annotates one of your favourite books for you so you can read it and think of him. If you do the same he turns bright pink, it’s adorable.
- Sits in your room when he’s just studying or doing random stuff. He doesn’t like sleeping in there without you but your room is so infused with your presence that he’ll spend time there anyway.
AN: Aww, thanks anon. It makes me so happy when people say they like my writing, it makes me much more motivated to finish requests quickly and everything. Also lmk if you like the headcanons cause I always get worried about that with anon requests. Anyway obligatory reminder that requests are open and comments are appreciated. This event is still open but I’m closing it once I reach 250 in favour of a new event which I’m taking suggestions for if you wanna drop some in the inbox.
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GOLDEN HOUR
Aemond Targaryen x Morningstar!Oc /reader
Chapter One : The Angel, Her Misery, His Lover.
Warnings: Violence, Blood, NSFW, Romantic shit.
You can imagine yourself as Lilith well she is you and your time travel has gone right, or better for your happiness that you can’t find in the modern world where you lived. This is a crossover between Lucifer and HOTD.
Legends said that angels are made to protect God's creations, that they are god's favorite children.
You see them as the most beautiful thing, for they are the first one to live, The witness of his creations.
Wings, pair that symbolize power and freedom, soft to the touch but as sharp as blades that protected them.
Some chose to continue serving their God, those who stayed in light, some chose to go join the other side, known as the fallen and the neutral ones, those who chose life, who chose to love.
They have the power of light but one has the power of time and reality, and that angel is special to her kind.
Victoria was made up by a dude,
girl you wouldn't believe she's an old man who lives in Ohio,
I know victoria's secret, cashing in body issues.
In the modern day of 2022 Princess Lilith, Daughter of Lucifer Morningstar remembers how she argued with her father two days ago.
While she sings on stage as an internationally famous pop star, she realizes that her father wasn't there, to support her or to watch, her getting ready for later's event.
Wanting to prove her father wrong about her grandfather's creations; humans, Her life as a princess in the modern world of Los Angeles doesn't really please her.
“Daddy, You never paid attention to me! You never listened, you only listened to them to... to Trixie and Chloe, this is unfair, I am your blood, your flesh, Am I not?”
Lilith yelled as she threw her arms in frustration, as she walks towards her father in his throne of darkness. she then walks back and forth with her Dark Brown hair flowing in wind.
Lucifer's army, Knights of hell watched as she yelled at her father, something only she can do, or else those who try will suffer a fate worst that dying in the lake of lava.
Like what the princess called.
“Enough of this nonsense Lilith! There is no love for us, Love makes us vulnerable to anything, Do your things find a man to play with, Travel and stop bothering me for there are more important things that I have to do.”
Lucifer then looked at his daughter’s reaction.
"Important? Wedding plans? You're a hypocrite, you're a fucking hypocrite dad! you don't want me to find love but here you are marrying a damn mortal, admit it, I am the mistake you wish you never committed, you kept on telling me that I am not entitled of a man, a child, you rid me of the world, you rid me a chance of a family and now you're building one without me."
A reaction he never expected, He doesn’t understand why she craved love when she can have anything she wanted, He gave her everything she wanted.
"Didn't I gave you a career? You're a successful popstar! I gave you everything every material whims, give me a chance to find my happiness." He's selfish, egoistic fucker.
"What do you know about love dad?" Lilith whispers.
"What do you know? You're just a kid." Lucifer tried keeping his cool.
“You wouldn’t say that there is no love for me if I have my mom with me, you never searched for Mom, now you'll marry her! You promised it's you and me now her? HER? And her kid?.” With that Lilith roared louder.
Lucifer now understands his Dad, Lilith mirrored some parts of him that he now hated, That she became a rebel, but there are good parts, To Lucifer, she wanted to live.
That he was a hypocrite for denying his daughter and feeding her with information he now supports and wants.
"Lilith! I did not raise you, to talk like that toward Chloe! You'll refer to her as your mother and Trixie as your younger sister, Are we clear?. What I had for Chloe is genuine love." Lucifer slapped Lilith across the face and then harshly grabbed her shoulder.
"What about my mother? WHAT ABOUT ME?!" Lilith asked as she touches her right cheek.
That triggered something, it made those Fire opal eyes glow, something that shocked Lucifer.
"I'm sor-" Lucifer attempts as his eyes go soft.
"You did not raise me, grampa raised me, Not you not Chloe not anyone! You don't get to touch me like that!" Those fire opal eyes glowed while her selcra turned black, it scared Lucifer.
She once wants to find something he avoids to help him realize, Something that he's afraid of, Like what he does to Chloe, Chloe Decker.
She kinda regrets the fact that it it turns out the way she doesn't intended to.
But he's hypocrite, Now he's getting married, to her.
'Why does she wants to be a human? Or does she? She doesn’t need love, She needs me.' Lucifer thought to himself those words.
Lilith wasn’t spoiled, Lilith just understands what she wants and that is to love, Lilith can’t find love in the modern world where she lived for almost two billion years of her existence.
With no lust for the throne where she’s meant to torment people, Lilith figured out that needed a man, to love, to cherish as humans do. Lilith wanted a family, not temporary happiness her father calls a One Night Stand.
Wanting to prove that her father's a hypocrite, to tell him everyday.
She snaps from those thoughts, While singing her songs her tears slowly fell, she realized what she wanted. With those tears, in an instant, it rained with loud thunderstorms, a reason for her to leave with the guards protecting her.
Other people tried to take pictures with her but failed.
But a man gave her a white handkerchief, which she took but never got a glimpse of his face, due to bodyguard blocking her of the view.
"Thank you."
_
Lilith stood there with bitter laughing, drinking her fifth glass of wine and listening as people gave their wishes to Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar.
She felt so fucking alone in this world.
Lilith tried not to create a commotion with her emotions, she remembers she's higher that the angels in the reception area.
You're a fucking seraphim.
"You okay?" Her uncle Amanedee asked giving her a slice of lemon cake which she politely refuses, Same with Castiel and Gabriel who gave her foods.
"I hope you and mom a happy life together." Trixie smiled as she gives the microphone to her new step sister.
Lilith refuses but Maze gave her a nudge and a gentle smile. With that Lilith took the mic and went on stage holding her eight glass of wine.
"To the both of you, Congratulations, live your lives to the fullest starting this night without any problems or...." Lilith didn't finish, Amandiel was quick to pick up those cryptic message his niece left the moment she passed the mic to him then walked out of the reception.
God, her grandfather gave him a sad look, His first grandchild, feels sad, in exchange of his favorite son's happiness.
He can't read her, No one can, Just like his sister.
Lilith went back to her hotel, headed to her bathroom as she filled her gigantic tub with ice as she pointed her finger at the candles where it lits themselves. She stared at the tv screen which showed nothing but static.
Lilith wished to prove him wrong, that angels and demons are entitled to love just like humans, that she too is entitled like him to Chloe.
That it's not only about duty to protect her Grandfather's creation but to also love them.
“Sanguis animæ meæ suscipe me ad fata mea, sanguis cordis mei, salus mea et judicium meum.”
Lilith chanted those words while crying as she soak herself, and let the water consume her, to wash away her worries and to bring excitement to her journey.
Wanting to forget that she doesn't have a place here anymore, That her father has his new family, with new baby on the way with Chloe.
Her anger, her sadness, her pain, her grieve, her longing for a mother she never met.
A mother who's name she never knew.
The mother who left her the moment she was born.
The lights flicker and died but the fire from the candle remained still. Thunder roars at the sky as lightning strikes in the darkness.
Lilith doesn’t care if she needs to create a new world or travel with time or reality, or various timelines or even worlds, only to find her love.
'If Wanda Maximoff can make herself happy, so am I' Lilith smirks as she let the water consume her.
The water had it's tint of red violet color the moment she sank.
_
"Baby? Can we talk? I'm so sor-" Lucifer said behind the door but then felt that there's something wrong, he then kicked the door open.
The young girl vanished the moment the fire of her candles died, Comes her father when walked into her hotel's master bathroom, With no signs of the princess of hell.
It made him worry, he felt the guilt.
That made him sob to his friend Maze, To help him with his daughter whom he loved.
"She's missing, Maze she's missing, call Chloe, my daughter is missing," Lucifer yelled at his friend beside him, With visible worries written on his face.
"Where is she Lucifer, where did she go?" Maze responded as she kneels beside the bath tub and touched the water.
She can't sense anything, Lilith is not only prominent when it comes to using her angelic grace but also in her demonic ones that she uses when only in need.
They forgot that she was the mother of witches, Maze knew that Lilith wanted to empower women, so she gave them blessings against men who tried to violate them.
God was against it at first but agreed.
"I don't know, I think she performed a ritual, She went somewhere else, I yelled at her earlier, two or three days ago, slapped her accross the face and I didn't mean it, I wanted to say sorry but when I came inside her room she was missing." Lucifer facepalmed as he pinches his nose bridge.
"You do know that she has a concert this month right?" Eve took her to butt in.
"You're fucking concerned about the concert when she's missing?" Maze rolled her eyes.
"And she's missing, Great." Lilith is a popstar in 2022, A well-known popstar who's missing.
"And you slapped my granddaughter Samael? Did I raise you to be like that? I took your burden of raising her, the only thing I ask for is your love and compassion" God calmly placed a hand on his shoulder
"Stop putting the blaming only on me, only if you didn't lock her away, we could've raised her." God, their father was disappointed who walked away in search of his favorite granddaughter.
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A warm peaceful day in King’s Landing was disturbed when King Viserys woke up in a good health, His illness was cured and when he stands up from the bed, He looked in the mirror and then at his hand and face, and hair.
By the Gods, His youth and strength were restored so that he doesn't need a cane to walk.
King Viserys thanked the Gods for it and prayed that this isn't a dream and this isn't temporary, That when he woke up the next day, He'll still be healthy and strong.
Even going to the extent of sacrificing a live animal as his form of thanking God or anyone who did that to him.
It shocked the maidens and his wife Queen Alicent who suggest that it was a result of witchery but King Viserys dismisses the vile rumors and sees it as a blessing by the Gods, he wanted to test the limits when he and Queen Alicent heard the news of a young woman found floating in the bodies of water by the fishermen.
They wanted to see the young woman that they found.
Prince Aegon alongside his brother Prince Aemond watched as their people carried the said girl and wrapped her with towels, She was beautiful in his eyes.
She was worth the reason for him to stop training at the moment with Ser Criston Cole.
“Nice tits.” The prince whisperer when he earned a nudge from his brother who was younger than him, He saw how focused Aemond's eyes to her.
Aemond's eye inspected the beauty. "Bring her to Reds' keep, we’ll question her once she wakes up, That woman might be sent to cause damage to us," Aemond ordered Ser Criston Cole as they brought her to the Castle carried by the knight.
"Look at her breast brother, you can't lie that she doesn't arouse you." Aegon teased Aemond who swallows thickly.
She looked like a threat but deep inside he felt something different while watching her, She was wearing a white nightgown with her nipples visible due to being soaked.
“Someone’s lusting over the girl, Don't worry I do too, I can't wait for her to wake up, see what that cunt does.”
Aegon laughed as he followed the knight and Aemond followed him back, He admits he can’t wait to hear her whereabouts but was more excited about bedding her.
“I won’t fall for a witch.” Aemond defends himself, he swallowed again.
He admits she's beautiful with those porcelain-like skin, Red lips like blood, and hair as dark as ravens.
She reassembles the princess in their bedtime stories, Snow white with a thin waist and large breasts.
“Who says she’s a witch then? Maybe she was sent by the Gods to bring pleasure to us, can't wait to deflower her sweet cunt brother.” Aemond gave him a side eye, Annoyed with his brother's intentions.
“You won’t touch her, witch or not.” There he left his brother and walked faster, He somehow regret calling her a witch, for judging her.
Maybe she's just pretty.
He knows one thing; He won't let Aegon stip her honor.
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Walking back and forth, King Viserys tries to think of a reason behind this, This is the first time they had a floating body of a woman in the Kings landing,
“Poor little girl, Who would do such a horrible thing.” Alicent pitied as she caresses the young girl's wet hair and used a dry towel to carefully dry its hair.
“Born between the light and darkness shall she choose the light. Love and affection is the desire, A shining beauty in the stars that glow to the darkness.”
Helaena whispers in the corner of Aemond’s chamber while playing with a butterfly with broken wings that made Alicent and Aemond look.
The Queen ordered her maids to dry and changed the girl's clothes, She’s still unconscious so they do not know things about her, who she is, or how she got there.
“I will order an execution for the one responsible for this poor girl's torment the moment I heard details of it.” King Viserys pitied the young girl as he sat beside her and gently caressed her hair.
He reminded her of when Rhaenyra, His favorite when was a young girl and decided that she is welcomed to their homeland.
“Mother, Aemond had a theory that it was a punishment, Killing such a beauty. That she’s a witch of their homeland or some whore.” Alicent looked at her son Aegon as she held the young girl’s hand which is cold, She ordered more wood for the fireplace to keep the girl warm.
“Aemond? You shouldn’t throw vile accusations without the truth, does this looks like a witch to you?” King Viserys showed his visible disappointment with his son Aemond.
Aegon then smirks at Aemond while he's drinking his wine.
“What makes you think of that Aemond?” Alicent asked.
“Her unnatural beautiful mother, I mean look at her face and body, witches have smaller waists or maybe she was sent by other kingdoms to do harm to us, To father.”
Aemond defended himself while looking at the sleeping lady, He took off his coat to wrap it around her.
“See Aemond, Do not judge a beautiful girl like her. If you feel an attraction, admit it, There’s no need to throw vile accusations, Just wait till she wakes up, you'll see what that mouth can do.” Aegon teased, as he keep on teasing his brother with dirty jokes.
Aegon too is enticed by her beauty.
Alicent gave his son Aegon a firm look, A glare, for speaking those words in the presence of the king. She knew what Aegon meant and his reason to defend the young girl is to bed her.
Dirty intentions.
“And she’s not a tool of your desire brother, I admit I did call her a witch but not a whore, I demand she stay here with me.” Aemond gave him a stern look again, He knows what he wants with the witch, and he won’t let that happen.
“I shall return to my throne, Aemond keep an eye on her, Alicent order the maids to prepare food once the girl wakes up, Aegon you’ll order other people of our kingdom about the girl, understand? Let your brother stay here alone. Helaena you're free to stay with the girl too if you'd like.” Aegon nodded at his King's father, He wanted to be the one to take care of the girl.
"Hmm," Aemond said in response.
King Viserys wanted to make sure that the girl feels welcome, To feel at home at least, it reminded him of when Rhaenyra was a young girl, she was pure and good, He didn’t want to accuse the girl of anything like his son Aemond and Aegon.
With his duties, Aemond chose to follow the king’s commands to watch the girl while everyone leaves.
"You are the fruit of light and darkness, New bringer of light to my-." Helaena smiled at her new friend and took off her emerald ring to place it on the sleeping girl's finger.
Aemond listened, as his sister kept on calling the girl 'Darkness'
"You look more pretty with the ring, wake up so we can be friends." Helaena hugged the sleeping girl.
"What do you mean by darkness?" Aemond had enough of the name-calling and decided what her riddles meant. "You don't know?" Helaena asked in surprise.
Before Aemond could reply Helaena left his chamber in a such rush that left him with the girl. Aemond locked the doors from his chamber, He then sat on the tool beside the bed.
The peach garment that belonged to Helaena suited her better with her dark hair, He held her hand which is ice cold, He placed a light kiss on it and whispered.
"I'm sorry for accusing you of being a witch my lady, maybe you are a siren, Because we found you on our lake." Aemond smiled to himself as he watches the girl sleep with her steady breathing.
He'll make her his wife one way or another.
"I promise to protect you, To be a loving husband to you and you only." He leaned closer to place a kiss on her cold lips and then forehead.
He can't deny the attraction, What caught his attention was the white and gold feather from her white nightgown that he kept.
It was a very sharp, blade-like feather that cut through his thumb that suddenly healed, He'll keep it as a lucky charm, some kind of a talisman.
"Witch or not, I'll do anything to be your love or be your sacrifice." He kissed her knuckles again.
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