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How to tame a wolf - Chapter 13 ending

Paring: Wolf!Levi x Fem!Bunny!Reader

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Genre and tags: wolf Levi, bunny reader, fluff, cute, talk of mates, being in love, angst, having children, time skips, family life, happy ending.

Concept: You and Levi managed to put your plan to work and you get someone on your side to help. You fight back against the leader and Levi finishes them off. Your sweet twins arrive and your Ramen Waren is bustling. You find out your fifth baby is going to be a bunny and not a wolf. When your daughter grows up, she's close to Mike's son. When both are old enough to awaken the mating connection, they realise they are fated and your daughter talks to you. You praise the discovering and take it upon yourself to tell Levi.

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You and Levi worked hard on getting close with the cultist and the leaders. You both knew that if you had any chance of escaping, it was to go with what they believed. You were acting like gods just to get close to others. You were getting close to Joseph because he seemed more logical and able to see reason. You asked him to spend time with you and to teach you a few things about the religion you were supposed to be the goddess of.

You gazed at Joseph as he talked and moved his books around. You could see him blushing under your gaze. You reached over and placed your hand on Joseph’s. “Thank you for teaching me these things.”

Joseph turned his hand and held yours. “I just want to help.”

You kissed his hand making him gasp. “You really do believe in this all, don’t you?”

He nodded. “I do.”

“You know all about people claiming they’re gods, but they’re not.”

He hummed a laugh. “More than there should be.”

You moved closer. “Then listen to me. I’m a false God.”

He frowned. “That’s not possible. I read the teachings.”

“Joseph.” He pulled him closer. “Listen to me, okay?”

He whined a little. “Okay.”

You sighed. “Kiyoshi read that book because it was a rare find. It was a story about a wolf who fell deeply in love with a rabbit woman, that’s it. He was so in love he wanted others to appreciate his mate as much as he does. That’s all it was.”

“She had special powers.”

You shook your head. “No, she didn’t. She was just a rabbit.”

He panicked. “But you have this hold over people! You tame people.”

“I listen to people, that’s why.”

He clenched his jaw. “What about wolves?”

You showed him Levi’s bonding mark on you. “I’m an alpha’s mate. Wolves can smell that on me. Wolves respect their alpha or omega and their mate. Levi and I are both seen as like their King or Queen.”

He looked down at his papers. “I…I…I…”

“Before Kiyoshi told you and invaded your mind about me, you believed in the church of tails. You stood for something that made sense! The church of tails is about loving everyone, that all of us are equal, that all of us were once animals and now functioning people. We’ve changed, developed and grown and your church believed in that.” You shook your head. “Now look at you. You turned to a religion that was about one man’s love and obsession over his mate.” You peered at his face. “You and I both know that love is a beautiful thing, but love should not mean countless people should kill others and worship people.”

He looked you in the eyes. “But you seem so godly.”

“Because you’ve never really seen a white rabbit before.” You pulled a pin off him and used it to cut your skin. “Look! Does a god bleed just like you?”

Joseph placed his hand over your wound. “Do not hurt yourself to prove a point.”

“Joseph, I’m no God. I’m just a rabbit who happens to be white, who is in love with a black wolf alpha and going to have his pups.” You smiled and shook your head. “That’s it.” You hummed a laugh. “If anyone is special, it’s my friend Shin. Shin has black and white ears, which is rare for rabbit people.”

He welled up and put his head in his hands. “Oh, what have I done? I abandoned my teachings to follow something that is founded in the delusions of a wolf.”

You smiled. “He wasn’t delusional, he was just deeply in love. When the religion was founded, I’m not surprised people thought she was a god. A rabbit managed to tame an alpha wolf?” You hummed a laugh. “It was so strange back then. I mean, it’s still seen as strange now. People think it’s a bit weird. I mean, Levi’s this tough alpha.” You smiled as you thought about Levi. “Yet he becomes a cute mess with me. If that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.”

Joseph stared at you. “This religion is founded in love, but we turned it into something…dark.”

You nodded. “I think what people should learn from this religion is love. Love those around you, care for them, adore them and listen to them. The wolf loved his mate with everything he had and people thought it was magical.”

Joseph held your hands. “Forgive me. I was an idiot.” He put his head in his hands and cried. “I ripped a sweet rabbit from her home and business because of some crazy man telling me to.”

You placed your hand on his back. “You can help me and Levi out. You know this is wrong. The cultists trust me and Levi the most and if you side with us, they’ll listen. Please, help us leave. I want to run my ramen place with my friends and family.” You welled up. “I want to leave this place. I want to have my pups and have more in a safe place that I call my home, not what others deem. Please.”

Joseph kissed you taking you by surprise. “Sorry, I just had to.” He smiled. “I have been dreaming of that for so long. I’ll help you. I’ll spread the word and your teachings. These people will still keep thinking you’re a god, so I will give them the teachings instead. Kiyoshi has lost the way. You don’t want people being killed in your name, but he does. He’s the only one going against your word.”

You hugged Joseph. “Thank you.” You squeezed him tightly. “Thank you.” You pulled back and sighed. “I ah, should get back to my mate.” You stood up and hugged yourself. “You have no idea how much what you did for me means.”

“I ah…I feel blessed.”

You fiddled with your dress. “I need to leave here as soon as possible.”

He nodded. “I’ll fix this. I’ll get people to leave and move on. What about Kiyoshi?”

You hugged yourself as you thought about the end. “Levi needs to be the alpha wolf he is.”

“Such violence.”

You sighed. “Wolves put their pack in place. Kiyoshi needs to know his place.” You bowed to Joseph and left the hall with cultists escorting you. You stopped and turned to them. “I’m not your god. I’m just a rabbit woman who’s the mate to a handsome wolf. People listen and respect me because my mate is an alpha. Don’t you see that? I’m just a very lucky woman.”

The one looked nervous. “But.”

“Have you seen one miracle since being here? Kiyoshi keeps us all locked up.”

“What…what do we do?”

You smiled. “Go home. Love your friends and family. Spread the love.” You giggled when they bowed to you and thanked you before leaving. “Smaller and smaller this group gets.” You wandered down the hall to see Kiyoshi storming down it towards you. “Kiyoshi?”

Kiyoshi growled. “I KNOW what you’re doing!”

You screamed and ran from him. “Help!”

Joseph stepped out of your teaching room. “Go, I’ll hold him back.”

You paused. “Joseph.”

He looked back at you and smiled. “Protect your pups. See this my redemption. My apology to you.”

“Thank you.” You ran down the hall and tuned out the screaming and shouting behind you. “Levi!” You welled up as you could only imagine what Kiyoshi was going to Joseph. “LEVI!” You screamed as you were tackled to the floor. You turned a little to see Kiyoshi above you with blood dripping from him. “LEVI!”

Kiyoshi grabbed your neck and squeezed. “I have worked too hard to let you manipulate others.”

You slammed your foot against him and sent him off you. “I am NOT your GODDESS! I’m just a rabbit who runs a great fucking ramen shop.”

Kiyoshi laughed as he rubbed his gut. “You are a deadly bunny. Joseph should have learned something from you.”

You moved to your feet and hopped from side to side. “I will protect my pups and kick your fucking ass!”

Kiyoshi stood up slowly and turned into a serpent dragon. “Think a little rabbit can survive a dragon?”

You dropped down and turned into a white rabbit with a little belly. “I can!” You ran towards him, then jump just as he snapped. You slipped under his stomach. “Don’t underestimate a rabbit!”

Kiyoshi growled and chased you. He twisted around his own body as you ran under him, then you’d hop over him. “GET BACK HERE!”

You panted as you kept moving around his body. You skidded when his face appeared in front of you. “AH!”

He laughed and snapped at you. “Run, run as fast as you can.”

You hopped onto his head and thumped your back leg on him making him growl in frustration. You kept running across the room making him chase you. You looked back and smiled. “Fuck you!”

Kiyoshi charged for you but gasped when he couldn’t reach you, you had managed to knot him up. “Damn rabbit!”

You smiled. “I told you, don’t underestimate a rabbit!” You gasped when you saw the door break open. “Levi!”

Levi walked in and growled. “Bunny? Go wrap up in your clothes and help Hange tend to Joseph.” Levi clicked his neck and turned into his wolf form. “Daddy wolf has to SKIN a dragon.”

You hopped into your clothes and pulled them on as you turned back into your normal self. “Okay.” You ran down the hall to see the pack had raided the place. “Hange?”

Hange waved at you. “I’m here!”

You slowed down. “How? How did you know where we were?”

She smiled softly. “Shin and Luna. They followed the car that took you. They told us and we kept tabs on Levi. When Levi went to the same location, we knew we had the place. We kept an eye on the place and noticed that the cultists were abandoning the place very slowly. We knew you two were here and working hard. We met Levi and attacked today, looks like we timed it well.”

You knelt by Joseph and saw he was bleeding. “Is Joseph okay?”

“He’ll live.”

Joseph took your hand. “I am okay.”

You squeezed his hand. “Thank you.”

He smiled softly. “I should have done better, been better, but I’m glad I could help.”

You looked down the hall to see Levi walking down it in his normal form with blood dripping from his mouth. “Levi!?” You ran to him. “Levi!”

He hugged you tightly. “It’s not my blood.” He rocked with you and sighed. “It’s not my blood.”

You welled up and clung to Levi’s back before you let the tears fall. “Levi.”

“I’m okay.” He sighed. “You did amazing, my love. Truly amazing.”

You sniffed. “I wanna go home.”

“Let’s go.”

You hurried around your ramen place with two little pups strapped to your chest. Your babies were only three months old and perfect. You handed a bowl of ramen to Joseph and smiled at him. “Enjoy.”

Joseph smiled at you, the scars on his face from Kiyoshi’s claws shining in your neon lights. “Thank you.” He looked at your babies moving. “How are the pups?”

“Very well. Levi was a mess when I was giving birth to them, but it’s all good now.” You let out a long sigh. “I lie, he’s just as bad. He worries all the time. I want to run this place, but he thinks I need a year off maybe more.”

Joseph felt his heart flutter when your pups woke up and looked at you. “What a blessing they are. I can understand his worries.”

Mason plopped himself down in a seat. “I think he should let her do as she likes. She’s a wild rabbit.”

You giggled. “Hi Mason, how are you feeling?”

“Great. No chest pains today.” He smiled. “I’m getting all better. I’m ready to woo you any day now and take you from Levi.” Mason shivered. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?”

Levi grabbed Mason’s shoulders and growled by his ear. “Touch my mate and pups with your kitty paws and I’ll show you what I did to Kiyoshi.”

You huffed. “Levi? Sit!”

Levi sat down on his usual stool. “Yes.”

You smiled softly. “Now, Mason what can I get you?”

Mason smirked. “Usual, please.”

“Sure.” You smiled at Levi. “Usual, my love?” You tickled under his chin. “Extra beef.”

Levi hummed in happiness. “Yes, my love.” He glanced at his pups and melted. “Pups! My pups!”

You giggled. “They’re napping, shh.”

He reached over. “I wanna cuddle.”

You started making two ramen. “Eat your ramen first, then you get the pups.” You placed the bowls down. “Enjoy both of you.” You looked down as your daughter got fussy. “Ah, I need to feed the twins. I’ll be right back.”

Levi shovelled his food down. “I’ll be there in a bit!”

You hurried to your office and put Evan down in his bed. “Alright, Kuchel.” You took her off yourself and sat down and began feeding her. “My goodness, you both are so hungry so often.” You giggled before patting Kuchel’s back. “Good girl.” You lay her down and picked up Evan. “Come on, my little man.”

Levi burst in through the door and panted. “PUPS!”

You giggled. “Mind closing the door? I have my tit out.”

Levi closed the door and locked it. “Sorry.” He wagged his tail. “Pups.”

You smiled. “Kuchel is available for daddy cuddles.”

Levi ran over and looked down at his little girl in her bed. “Hey, my little princess.” He picked her up and sat with her on the floor. “Such a beautiful little pup.” He nuzzled his face against her. “You smell so lovely.”

You patted Evan’s back and let him burp. “There we go. All better.” You handed her over to Levi. “Here you go, double pups.”

Levi gasped at both of his pups in his arms. Levi welled up. “I love this.”

You laughed at how sweet Levi was. “Honey, you’ve been a dad for three months now. You’re still not used to it?”

He shook his head and smiled as his babies crawled on him a little. “I’m so happy.”

You wrapped your arm around Levi. “You’re a wonderful daddy.”

Levi blushed. “Daddy.”

You kissed his cheek. “Could you look after them? I want to get to work.”

Levi growled which made the pups happy. “You need to relax! You had the pups three months ago.”

“This is my place, my baby.”

He locked eyes with you. “These are your babies, right here on my chest.”

You welled up. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m a bad mother.”

Levi lay his pups on the blankets on the floor. “Shh.” He wrapped you up in his arms. “Shh, you’re not a bad mother. I know very well how much you love those sweet chunky pups.”

You giggled. “They’re so cute and chunky. I fucking love them to pieces.” You lay day on the floor next to your pups. You wrapped your arms around them. “My precious little pups.”

“I know how much this place means to you. You cried hard in my arms when the first place burned down.” He moved closer and lay on the other side of the pups. “This place means a lot to you. You want to be here as much as possible as it’s your dream. Besides, your pups are your everything, I know that and so do you. If you had to quit because of the pups or me, would you?”

You nodded. “Of course. I would drop everything for our little ones.” You leaned up and looked down at both of your pups sleeping. “I would do anything for them. I even know a place to bury a body.”

Levi shivered. “I know I’m supposed to be scared, but I actually find it really hot.”

You sat up and winked at Levi. “You like a deadly wife?”

Levi growled in delight. “Yes.”

You hummed a laugh. “How about I show you how in control and deadly this bunny can be.”

“Tonight?”

You winked. “Tonight.”

He smiled. “I can’t wait.”

You gasped when Kuchel got fussy and started crying. “Oh, poor sweetness.” You picked her up and rocked her in your arms. “Poor little princess.”

Levi picked up Evan as he got upset that his sister was upset. “Shh, your sister is okay.”

You stood up and bounced Kuchel. “I think I know what’s wrong.”

“What? I want to fix this!”

You laughed. “They love being around others and the ramen.”

“Really?”

You hummed a laugh. “Really. I think they really like my ramen.” You picked up your things and helped Levi strap his pups to his chest. “Could you be a good daddy and look after them?”

“Yes!” He hugged his pups. “I’m daddy!”

You winked at Levi. “Yeah, you are!”

He giggled. “I’m a daddy.”

You opened the office door and went back to work as Levi sat happily with his pups in his usual spot. You gave Levi more ramen and some tea. You kept getting distracted by Levi. He looked so incredibly handsome to you. Levi was incredibly attractive and now in a whole different way because he was a dad. You were all a flutter until you saw two girls flirting with Levi.

The blonde giggled at Levi. “My god, look at you with those two cute pups!”

The brunette moaned a little. “An Alpha with pups?”

“They look just like you.”

Levi looked down at his babies. “I guess you’re right.”

The brunette grabbed Levi’s upper arm. “You are such a strong alpha as well!”

The blonde hummed in delight. “So sexy.”

Levi frowned. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re really hot.”

“Thank you? I am a bit confused.”

The brunette played with Levi’s hair. “How about you come with us?”

You slammed your hand on the bar and blocked the women from getting close to Levi. You narrowed your eyes at them. “Mind telling me why you’re flirting with my mate?”

The blonde laughed. “You really think I’m going to be scared of a rabbit?”

You snarled. “You should be scared, very fucking scared. See all these wolves in here? I’m their boss because that sexy man behind me is MY mate. Oh, and these fucking adorable pups? They’re MY pups whom I gave birth to.” You moved closer to the scared women. “I could just say one thing and you’ll be ripped apart. If you don’t want the wolves, I can show you why rabbits are known for their strong legs.”

Shin walked over and growled at them. “Leave, now.”

You watched the women run off. “Pests.” You turned to Levi slowly. “You have fun there my love?”

Levi gulped hard. “I love you.”

You walked up to him and kissed him. “Who is your mate?”

“You.”

“Mother to your pups?”

“You.”

You licked your lips and moaned. “You bet your sweet fucking ass I am.” You smiled at your babies. “Hi, my sweet pups.” You kissed both of them. “Love you, my little darlings.” You held Levi’s chin and rubbed your thumb over Levi’s bottom lip. “Time to go home.”

Levi shot up to his feet. “Yes!”

You walked to the door and waved to everyone. “Have a good night! Well done and thank you, everyone!” You led Levi to his car and helped him put the pups. You sat in the car and sighed when you heard Levi whining. “Levi, you’re whining a lot.”

Levi pouted a little. “I’m sorry.”

You looked over at him. “What for?”

“I uhh…well…I dunno.”

You giggled. “Honey? It’s okay. I’m not mad about the women flirting with you.”

“You’re not?”

You frowned and shook your head. “No way, why would I be? You have no control over how attractive people find you. You have hot dad vibes.”

Levi pulled up at the apartment building. “Is being a dad hot?”

You got out of the car. “You have no idea.” You took your baby boy as Levi picked up Kuchel. “It’s an attractive thing. It’s funny. You being a dad is seen as hot, but me being a mother? Not so much.”

Levi stood in the lift with you. “Are you kidding me?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

He huffed. “You being a mother is sexy.”

You giggled. “I’m just sexy to you.”

“You are.”

You winked at Levi before walking out into your family-friendly apartment. You missed Levi’s old place because it was full of memories but your new home was perfect. You put your pups to bed in their cots before relaxing on the sofa with your lover. You snuggled close and just relaxed together with gentle smiles on your faces.

You smiled softly at Levi as he sniffed your baby bump. “Levi, that tickles.”

He hummed. “I’m telling you, this doesn’t smell like a pup!”

You giggled. “Well, we’ll find out who we’re going to have today.” You got everything out and smiled at Luna and Mike. “Okay, so the pups are good. You shouldn’t have any problems with them.”

Luna started at your first twins, then your second set of twins. “How are they so well-behaved?”

Levi snorted. “Wait until their mummy leaves.”

Mike smirked. “They take after their daddy, huh?”

Levi nodded. “They do.” Levi hugged his four pups. “Be good for your uncle and aunt, okay?”

Evan pouted. “Where’s mummy going?”

“To the doctor.”

Kuchel whined. “Why?”

He smiled at his two five-year-olds. “Because we’re off to find out about the baby.” He smiled at his two three-year-olds, Yumi and Ren. “We’ll be back and we’ll have pictures!”

Yumi and Ren ran over to you. “Mummy!”

You knelt and hugged all your pups. “We’ll be back soon, I promise! I love every single one of you. Your uncle and aunt will take good care of you. Give your daddy a hug, okay?”

Levi laughed as his four pups jumped into his arms. “Love you all too.” He kissed them all before standing up. “Let’s go. See you soon, my little pups!”

You blew them loads of kisses before leaving with Levi. “Poor little pups.”

Levi smiled. “They’re probably howling.”

“Aww, my pups!”

Levi hugged you tightly before you got in the car. “They’ll be okay. They can’t be joined to your hip all their lives.”

You whimpered. “But they’re still little pups!”

“They are.” He welled up. “So small and cute.”

You let out a long sigh. “Let’s get to the doctor.”

Levi smiled as he felt giddy as he drove you to the doctor. Levi really wanted to see the pup. Levi loved the scans because he gets to see the little pups. “Something is different about this pup or pups, I can smell it.”

You rubbed your belly. “Different how?”

He smiled. “I dunno how to explain it.”

You gulped hard as you started to worry. “Different bad?”

Levi shook his head. “No! No, not at all.”

You whined a little. “Sorry, I just…I want all our pups to be healthy.”

“They are and they will.” He pulled up to the doctors. “Come on.” He helped you out of the car and guided you inside. “Hey, doctor. We’re here for the scan!”

The lady smiled. “Exciting. You ready?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Levi’s going to have the zoomies in a bit, so let’s look at the pups.”

She guided you to the seat. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, fewer cravings for meat too.”

She hummed. “Interesting.” She put the gel on and moved the device on your baby bump. “There they are.” She looked at the screen. “Well, I’ll be! This is rare.”

You looked over. “Rare?”

Levi held your hand tightly. “Something wrong?”

She turned the screen. “Something very rare has happened. You are having one little one, not two like normal and she is a…”

Levi’s eyes widened when he saw his daughter’s ear. “Rabbit.”

The doctor giggled. “That’s right.”

You welled up. “We were told that it wasn’t possible for us…are you sure?”

She nodded. “Very sure. You’re also only having one. So, very rare.”

You squealed in delight. “This is wonderful!” You gasped when you saw how fast Levi’s tail was going. “Honey? Honey? Save the zoomies for when we get home, okay?”

He nodded. “Y-Yes.”

You cleaned up and thanked the doctor. “Let’s go home and share the good news.”

Your pregnancy went perfect. Levi was supportive as always, you had to have a different diet and he helped provide for you. Your pups were very excited about their little sister being a little bunny. Your delivery was smooth, but you were worried that your girl was a bit smaller than your pups, the doctor assured you that her being small was perfectly normal for rabbits.

You held your baby bunny in your arms and smiled at her sleeping away. You adored that her rabbit ears were flat and not straight up like yours. She wasn’t a white rabbit like you but had black ears like her daddy. You smiled at your four pups looking at their sister in your arms. You adjusted her so they could look at her. “This is Lilly.”

Levi sat with you and hugged you. “She’s not a wolf like you four, so be careful with her, okay?”

Evan smiled. “She’s small.”

“Rabbits are smaller than wolves, but she’ll grow up and be a bit bigger in time.”

You fussed Evan’s ears. “Like you did. Like you all did. You all got big and strong.” You handed Lilly to Levi. “Could you take care of her for a moment?”

Levi nodded. “Of course.”

You got up and smiled. “Alright, my pups, let’s have a little snuggle fest now I’m back from the hospital.” You walked over to the snuggle nest and laughed as all four of your pups lay all over you. “I missed you pups.” You kissed them all and hummed in happiness. “Love you all.”

Your little pups looked after their little sister and you had a beautiful working home, but something change when you had a play date with Luna and Mike’s kids. Your kids were getting along, but Levi noticed something and it pissed him off. Mike’s seven-year-old boy was very close to your five-year-old bunny.

You smiled as they held hands and walked around the garden. “So cute.”

Levi growled. “Why is he touching my little girl?”

You hugged Levi’s side. “Isn’t it so cute?”

“He’s holding her hand! I don’t want perverted Mike’s kid near mine.”

You kissed Levi’s cheek a few times. “Levi, it’s going to be okay. They’re just playing.”

Levi pouted. “My pups and bun bun are not allowed to get married. They’re going to stay with us.”

You giggled. “Honey, they’ll grow up, it happens.”

Luna carried her baby pup to you. “Aren’t those two cute?”

“Very!”

Mike stood next to Levi holding the other baby pup. “Hello, future in-law.”

Levi growled and glared at Mike. “Shut. It.”

“Why are you so angry? What are you going to do if they’re fated mates?”

“They’ll never be!”

You hushed Levi. “Quiet, my love.”

Levi pulled you close and cuddled you. “I want more pups.”

You blushed a little. “Oh…well…I suppose we could have more. Can you handle seven children? Because it’s likely we’ll have twins again.”

Levi’s tail wagged. “I love pups.”

You giggled. “Alright, alright. We’ll have more.”

You kept an eye on Lilly and Mike’s son, Sebastian. You adored Sebastian and how nice he was to your daughter over the years. He kept her close and looked after her. You could tell he was smitten with her and that’s what Levi hated. Levi didn’t like it when any of his kids showed signs of being attracted to someone because it meant losing a baby. You had six pups in total and one rabbit. Levi wanted more pups, but you weren’t sure about having more because of how much you loved your babies and you were worried you’d run out of time for them if you had more.

You knew something perfect was happening when Lilly turned sixteen. She came to you as you were tending to the garden. “Hey sugar, how are you?”

Lilly knelt down and hummed. “Mummy? Can I ask you something?”

You smiled and put everything down. “Yes, you can ask me anything.”

“When you met dad, did you know he was your mate?”

You blushed a little. “I guess, I just had this feeling around him. He made my heart flutter. I felt safe, warm, comfy and relaxed with him. When I was with your dad, everything made sense. It felt right.”

She nibbled her lip. “I understand.”

You pulled her close and held her against you. “Let me guess, you have fallen for Sebastian?”

She blushed hard. “Mummy…”

You kissed the top of her head a few times. “I think you two are very cute for each other. You know he’s your mate and I’m sure he knows as well.”

She nodded. “Sebastian told me he believes he’s my mate, which is why we’ve been joined at the hip since we first met. He was a little shy when he told me how he felt. It was cute. I know the age is a worry with two years apart. I’m sixteen and he’s eighteen, but he’s not going near me in a mate way until he gets approval from you and daddy. Plus, we both agreed to wait until I’m eighteen cause of daddy.”

You giggled. “Your daddy is very protective, huh? He just loves all of you so much. Remember the fight your brother Evan had with your daddy when he fell for uncle Shin and auntie Hange’s daughter?”

Lilly laughed. “Yeah.”

“They’re mates, fated mates and your daddy came around.” You played with her hair. “Your sister Kuchel had a bit of a fight as well with her boyfriend. Yumi and Ren as well. I know your younger brother and sister will have trouble too. Your daddy just wants to protect his pack, that’s all.”

“I’m not fragile though.”

“He knows that, I mean I’m a tough thing but your daddy still worries about me.”

She hugged you tightly. “Thanks, mummy. So, what about daddy?”

You pushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. “I’ll talk to your daddy.”

“Thanks.”

You let her go and got up when you heard Levi come home with the youngest twins from school. “Alright, time to talk to handsome.” You hugged your pups before going to your husband. “Hey, my love. I have something to talk to you about.”

Levi picked you up and growled. “Of course. I’m all ears.”

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eliaswoodt · 2 years

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Death Row

(Death Row)

(Death, mild gore/mentions of gore)

Oh god he really hates her.

“Hello~! Sorry to be tardy to the party—would you take my coat please?“ She gives the black article of clothing to one of the hooded people that stuffed themselves in the dark basement. A bunch of cultists…what the fuck is his life? “Oh, thank you doll—” One of them hands her a bottle of something (wine he assumes) and a red glass, “—and thank you again.”

She looks down and that turn of the lip widens as she looks at the man chained to the ground. Lexx opens her mouth but Sean interrupts whatever the British woman was about to say, “What are you doing here..?” He says faintly with a little rasp. He hadn’t talked much when any of them tried chatting with him. Not even Lee, who he used to be close to. Close to, and look at what he did to Lee, to his poor hand. He can feel the anger claw at his throat, heavy and burning. He wanted to hand him over to authorities, let them handle a crazy man like that, but Lee wanted to keep him there. Maybe if he was away from that monster long enough he’d break away from those delusions, he had said with a distrusting and hopeful expression. Kait was willing to do the same.

“—doin’ the electric slide, calm down.” He tunes back in the very moment her hand touches his shoulder. “Mo, can I call you Mo?” He shakes her hand off, hating the way it feels. He can feel the imprint of her hand wiggle its way under his skin even after she’s pulled away, a feeling he can’t shake and he feels that anger claw and scratch at his throat once again but he swallows it because he knows it won’t do anything.

He still spits in her face.

She makes a displeased noise.

Good, he thinks pettily.

“Well that’s rude.” Her eyes widened a little. She pinched his chin. “Oh! Love the beard!” The seemingly forever amused smile winds its way over her face once more, and his glare hardens. He never thought someone could sound so annoying. He remembers when he first met her, back then his patience didn’t wane from her saying one. single. sentence. He never knew before hell that hate could be so strong.

She suddenly turns back to Mo and pulls his black beanie over his head. A loud boop sound causes him to flinch and Mo thinks the laugh he heard meant she noticed. “Take him over there, please love!” He struggles far more than he had during this whole ordeal. He wasn’t all too familiar with the basement, he tried not to go down here much even before Sean unwillingly made his home on the concrete.

“Thanks handsome~” Mo focuses on struggling against the guy that had jumped him while he was watching TV. The guy was strong and when Mo gets out of this his wrists are definitely getting bruises, if the way the man’s grip is anything to go by.

He aims a kick to the shins but before it makes contact he gets shoved forward, and he gets kneed in the back leg instead. “Fuck you.” he spits. The man chuckles.

Oh god, his hands are starting to feel numb.

“So, I may be a sociopath and a murderer and you know, great.” It seems she’s as delusional as Sean is. If Lee was here he’d roll his eyes. “But! I do have a set of principles, and unfortunately today I’m going to have to break two of those principles.” She doesn’t sound even the slightest saddened by that. If anything, she seems apathetically disappointed. Okay, his hands really are starting to feel numb, this cannot be good. “—Because what’s really the point? I mean it leaves so much room for error. Or, you know, terrible puns, and rescue. But…at the end of the day, who’s really going to come rescue you? I mean, the only two people who know you’re down here have a combination of 19 fingers and are off doing Scooby Doo shit!” If he knew she and the Family were going to have a last chat with this bastard he would’ve tried harder to convince Lee.

He struggles some more, managing to elbow the guy in his side and the aforementioned guy retaliates by kicking him in the back. “Ow! Fuck!” He couldn’t help but shout.

She doesn’t stop talking but it seems she speeds up ever so slightly.

“Look at those loyal faces over there,” She said. “Such gorgeous women. Loyal! Well, they once were loyal to you. Maybe they aren’t anymore because I don’t treat them like henchmen.” He remembers the Dead Weight video, and the way he acted there was nothing like Lee had once described Sean to be and the few times he had met the guy. “Because they’re my elite.”

He’s tied up now, and that fire inside, that burning wick is getting all too close to the wax of the candle, about to be smothered out. He doesn’t know what else to do as the man steps on him, pushing him further into the ground and he’s never felt so helpless. So humiliated. Well actually that’s a lie he thinks as his treacherous mind shows him glimpses of forest and the starry sky, of being surrounded by cloaked people and Lee…fucking Lee shoving a book in his hands telling him to run. And that he’d follow. A promise of which he broke of course because life hates them and Lee does stupid shit.

“But!” He startles. “Unfortunately,” and this time she does sound saddened by the news. “I got a call from a higher up. And unlike you, I really am loyal. And the Speaker—“ she says the name with utmost importance of which makes him want to spew the leftover pizza he ate earlier. “—a word with you.” His heart was unsteady since he was manhandled by the nameless guy that even now has a foot on his back, keeping him in place, but now…now as he realizes what she just said and what that really means his heart hammers. Banging against his rib cage, banging against his ears so loudly that he thinks the man above could hear it.

“I’M HIS CHOSEN!” He hears Sean scream.

Lexx giggles.

“You see, you WERE the chosen. See? You don’t need to scream. I’m right here. But, you were the chosen.” She sighs, “Now you’re sad, broken—you know what, you put it so beautifully once. Oh what was it? Ah, yes. You. Are. Dead. Weight.” His thoughts become muddled. Thoughts containing feeble hope, a hope that Lee comes and saves his ass, a hope that Kaitlyn comes saves his ass, a hope that for whatever reason the Speaker doesn’t come and kill his ass. And then the regret comes to grace his panicked heart and ringing ears, the regret of not kicking Lexx when he had the chance, the regret of not coming with Lee to meet the elusive Linnie, the regret of not saying goodbye when he left, still upset that Lee was doing this by himself.

Selfish…

“Markmoo!” She yells and he doesn’t reply but the guy above does. “Here.”

He can hear the thing’s whispers, but they sound like rumbles and growls to his un-special ears.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted~” Her wretched laugh follows up, and upward as she steps up the stairs, creaks follow her until she’s well and truly gone. And the man leaves as well, more and more footsteps follow inline up, and upward on the staircase that leads out of the horrible basement until he and Sean are left by themselves. It’s quiet for a few breaths, nobody having the guts to say anything, anything at all. And then the bumps, and the thumps of something being much too wide for the staircase ring out. The scratches of claws scraping concrete floor and growls of something animal follow. And despite all this noise the steps of the beast are careful and calculated as it circles around Sean if his pleading is anything to go by. The way it clearly takes its time as it rips Sean apart says it is not an average animal by far.

And then Sean goes quiet.

And the thing goes quiet too.

The noiseless noise buzzes and fizzes in his ears, he could hear his heart ever so clearly as it beats loudly and rapidly in anticipation. He still doesn’t unblindfold himself, even though he could. He could ever so easily lift up his beanie by moving his head up and down until it slid right off and he would be able to see. At least a little bit in the dark. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t because he can’t move. He can’t move because he’s afraid. And he has never felt more like puking from the smell of something alone. The smell of guts and gore, the iron that fills the air, it’s a smell he would’ve liked to never know.

So as the thing that has tortured Lee, tortured himself, Sean, and many more stalkes towards him he instead imagines something else. Someone else, he imagines Lee’s face…and he says sorry.

He says sorry, as that monster rips him apart.

He says sorry, as he instinctively screams for help as that thing claws at him and screams at him.

He says I am so sorry Lee, as his consciousness dims and that candle lit fire goes out.

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🐈 & initials: MI

I wanted to ask for a career question but you specialized most on love and relationships, so is it okay to ask about my future husband?

oki ill use shufflemancy to figure out who he is, maybe some facts on him also, and what kind of person he is

the song i got before all the others (the prelude song) is lauren by men i trust. first of all, the name lauren might be of import when it comes to this situation, which is that you might realize that your husband actually isn't all you could ever want and start cheating on him. you also will get off on cheating on him, as you feel justified in your corrupted actions by the fact that your husband is sub par. and it literally gets you off so much that you literally get off sexually to it. you literally have to hold back from giggling whenever you see your husband, bc he's such a sucker. you literally think it's such a cool situation, it's a feeling that i couldn't describe other than feeling like god or being an angel living in god's heaven. it's almost a culty like feeling, like you're an evil cultist who is so easily deceiving everyone around them, like total villian power mode, and you genuinely want to laugh in such an evil way at the poor, pathetic saps that were stupid enough to fall into your trap. like literally like you're the sociopath in olivia rodrigo's and that other guy's songs, both titled sociopath and being abt sociopaths of the opposite gender. and you fooled them so much they're both talking abt you.

the first song that came up is mind of mind by zayn. this song also gives off a feeling of wanting to commit adultery, but, perhaps this song is meant to portray how he feels abt it. idk that's just the feeling i got

the second song that comes up is I'm not surprised by unlike pluto. this song just gives off the impression that you always knew your husband was sub-par or you always at least got the impression that he would let you down and disappoint you in the future. and then he ended up being just what you thought he'd be, a failure. a sub-par loser who could never be your dream guy. and you literally are not surprised.

the third song i got was parasyte by hvdes, which seems to be indicating that there are demons in your house and your house is haunting. all these songs have had a haunting feeling to them so far, so I'd say that also something extremely horrible is going to happen, like rape and abuse starting to happen. like he might literally start treating you like shit and committing marital rape and adultery and act like it's nothing and treat you with such disdain and contempt. and so that really explains the culty vibe.

the fourth song is you wanted more by violent vira. I'd recommend you give it a listen, you'll probably get the message easy.

hope this helped!

#asks #oracle reading #love reading

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Zerxus and Asmodeus

Okay. So everybody is talking about this conversation, and I’m going to talk about it too, because wow. It’s so much. It’s incredible, absolutely fantastic, terrifying.

So. Thoughts.

Firstly, that whole conversation read to me like two people who are secretly pretty certain they’re enemies testing each other out and seeing how each other reacted. I do not think Zerxus was a complete idiot. He’s a proud, angrily compassionate man, and his first instinct in most situations is to fix whoever’s bleeding first and go from there. He was inclined to protect and heal Asmodeus before he ever got close enough to see the resemblance to Evandrin, and when he did realise the resemblance he immediately felt he was being tricked. Also, he has a pattern of trying to get information through kindness and persuasion: see also Alessander and Sofyra. Just because he’s being nice to somebody does not mean he’s not pumping them for information at the same time.

He spent most of this conversation trying to figure out what Asmodeus is, wants, and is capable of doing. Who he is, where he is, how is he likely to react. He wants to know how Asmodeus sees himself, where he came from, what his crimes were, who broke him out of prison. He offers kindness and aid and compassion and the pursuit of justice, but nothing that breaks his own morals or endangers anything he himself cares about. (The gods and potentially Avalir, he’s very angry at this city, can go suck a dick, but mortals as a whole are something he’s fiercely trying to protect). There are lines in the sand. He’s not just falling head over heels into this conversation.

Is he being breathtakingly foolish in asking certain questions and telling his entire agony to the Lord of the Hells? Absolutely. But what I mean is that it seems a calculated risk. An exchange. Zerxus is using kindness and compassion the way Asmodeus … is using gratitude, weakness, brokenness, and fellow-feeling. (And flirtation?) As a means to get closer, to find things out, to lure, to take off guard. This wasn’t a one-way conversation.

I’m nearly positive that Asmodeus wants Zerxus to do something with the Calix/Name Tree. Likely destroy it? Between the vision in the first episode and his words in this one with Evandrin and the tree, he’s definitely angling for Zerxus to possibly have reason to destroy or at least interact with the tree. He’s also, with a sledgehammer, planting seeds of doubt and strife between the Ring of Brass. And he’s not even lying to manage it, because the truth is more than good enough. I mean, the Lord of the Hells, the Father of Lies, is good at his job. Breathtakingly, terrifyingly good. He knew about Evandrin from the start. He knows where Avalir is without Zerxus telling him. He’s had cultists infiltrating the city for the past two goddamned weeks, this is 100% a set-up to use Zerxus for whatever the last step needs to be to get the betrayers all the way onto the material plane.

The thing is, though, I’m pretty sure Zerxus is aware of all of that. He spun the conversation out to try and buy the hour for Atonement. He tried to gather all the information he could. And then … there was this bit:

Asmodeus: And I thought to help. I had seen the gifts of love and courage and honour and sacrifice and I said: these are the greatest gifts we could create, and we must make them matter. And I said, these will matter because, in their absence, we will know deceit, and in their absence we will know betrayal. In the absence of love we will know viciousness—I thought I was expanding on a creation. I thought I was making something that would make the earlier work more … more. And then years passed and time passed and the gifts I had made … Mortals called them evil, and said that they were wicked, said that they were wrong, and I said, well, yes, but that is the point, is it not? That … And they hated me, and none said prayers to my name, and I turned to my kin and my brethren and I said, does this strike you as fair? None of them spoke. None of them said a word in my defence. All were happy to watch as my gifts were not seen for what I intended them to be. And then others decided to grant even more. Many of us were already hated. Many of us were already seen as something worse, something abominable, but that, those stories, those things that shaped that, they were aided or egged on or pushed forward by the others, and in that time of pain and sorrow, they then stepped forward and gave more gifts: they gave magic. The primordials … They were giving the ability to shape reality to the things that they had used their ability to shape reality to shape. We had already leant on the hospitality of the primordials enough. We had leant on it enough. And we stepped in and said, the game has gone on too far. The primordials rose up against them, and … and … The prime deities, as they call themselves, stepped in to fight them, to double down on their overreach. Our promises were to the primordials, and we were called betrayers.

Zerxus: Easy.

Asmodeus: I have been burning for so long.

Zerxus: They used you. They did. And I’m sorry for that. I can help you. You say you know me? When the time comes and you step from this void into our world, don’t you forget me. Don’t you forget the kindness that we’re capable of. Because we’re your children too. We are made of the same stuff. That what you initially created, we come from the same thing. And if you remember the stories as well as you seem to, then you know that at some point you turned your pain on us. They used you and then you used us to get back at them. I have a son, that’s not of my blood, but that is my son. I met Evandrin when he was just an infant, and I held that boy in my arms, and I fell in love with him, I am his father. But he is not of my blood. And in that same way, we are your children. Please remember that. Don’t take your pain out on us. Spare us. And I will help you. I will help you confront those that did this to you.

Asmodeus: I don’t give my word lightly. You have my word on this, Zerxus Ilerez. Not for all the ages of the world will I forget you.

--- Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, Episode 2

I fucking love that speech and that response. Thank you, Brennan Mulligan, for putting those words in Asmodeus’ mouth, and Luis for that response. Oof. So much in that. So much.

The thing is, I’m pretty sure the Father of Lies isn’t lying here. Putting a bit of a spin, yes, but not lying. Because this is such a perfect test of Zerxus’ reactions, and Zerxus failed his response so bad. So bad. And not for the reasons it looks like. This was a test of Zerxus’ morals. And Zerxus failed, because he has them.

Let’s look at Zerxus first. This is the part where you know he knows Asmodeus is an enemy. Because he’s begging. He’s not promising to let Asmodeus the rest of the way out of his prison, he’s saying that when Asmodeus gets out, because he’s assuming he will if they can’t stop him, to remember him and his kindness and spare mortals because of it. Compassion for compassion. What I give to you, give back to me. Spare us, spare the people I love, and I will serve you and aid you against your enemies.

That’s … That’s a thing you promise when you think the other guy doesn’t like you, and when you’re afraid the other guy might win. That’s not an honest offer of service. That’s a bargain for the life of the world. Sweetened with healing and fervour and the promise not to flinch.

Because Zerxus … can’t serve Asmodeus genuinely. And his answer told Asmodeus as much.

And the best and worst thing of it was, it wasn’t a failure of conviction or persuasion that told him so, it was a failure of empathy. Because Zerxus answered wrong. He answered the wrong wound. He answered his own wound, the one he saw (was let see) echoed in Asmodeus, and failed the truer, more personal wound Asmodeus offered him.

Zerxus promised a home. He promised healing, aid, compassion for what had been done. He promised the pursuit of justice against Asmodeus’ enemies. All the things he so desperately wants for himself.

And he ignored completely Asmodeus’ first and worst wound. And worse, inflicted it again.

Assuming, of course, that Asmodeus is telling the truth of his view of the Schism. But whether or not his emotions are as real as he portrays them to be, that’s the wound he offered, and that’s the wound Zerxus ignored and repeated.

Spare us. Don’t hurt us. Don’t take your pain out on us.

But pain was Asmodeus’ gift. If he’s telling the truth. Treachery, deceit and suffering were his gift. And they were repudiated. They were rejected. None spoke up in defence of their necessity. None worshipped him for the gift of them.

And Zerxus, exactly the same, just rejected them all over again. Because he is human. Because he is kind. Because he is hurt. Because he cannot accept pain. Because he will not accept evil as a gift.

Asmodeus told him that all he had wanted was for mortals and gods to understand what evil was for, why it mattered, and Zerxus just asked him to get rid of it for their sake, to point it away from them so they wouldn’t have to deal with it.

And he had to do that. He had to, because to do otherwise is to reject who he is and what he believes. He cannot accept evil. The pursuit of justice, yes. Anger against the guilty, yes. But not the destruction of the innocent. Not the acceptance of pain. Not the acknowledgement of evil and betrayal as a necessity for existence.

Not the destruction of all that he loves.

And, of course, none of this was ever going to work anyway. Offering compassion as a bribe to the Lord of the Hells was never going to work. But it’s not … it’s not necessarily because Asmodeus is lying, scheming and tricking and just playing with Zerxus, but because they are incompatible. Because kindness is the wound. Kindness is the betrayal. And Zerxus didn’t understand that. His empathy failed him. He saw his own wound, and not Asmodeus’.

He failed the test.

The entire rest of this conversation, Asmodeus smiles and turns onto Zerxus’ own nature and wounds. The lies and the betrayal lurking around him. The thing Zerxus gave him to use. He smiles and solemnly swears never to forget him, and turns immediately and gently back to using him. Breaks Atonement, and sets Zerxus up against his fellows.

And I swear … I swear it’s why he picked Zerxus in the first place. Not just because he’s available, godless but in contact with the divine like the oracles are, not just because the city has so perfectly primed him to do what Asmodeus needs him to do. But also because he is kind. Instinctively, intrinsically kind. Because he offered Asmodeus compassion. Because he rejected, in that same action, everything Asmodeus is and believes he has offered creation.

It's the same reason, the exact same reason, that Asmodeus will go for Sarenrae later. Of all the gods. Not Pelor, not the Dawnfather who smote him across Avalir in the Zerxus’ vision and who seems to be his current main threat, but Sarenrae. The goddess of compassion. The pure antithesis of his being. The one being in creation who, in trying to help and redeem him, will wound him worse than any other. He will target her, as he has targeted Zerxus, and he will do everything in his power to destroy her. As, I’m very much afraid, he’s going to destroy Zerxus.

And, again, it’s not even necessarily out of hate. If he is telling the truth. It might not even be because he hates them.

I had seen the gifts of love and courage and honour and sacrifice and I said: these are the greatest gifts we could create, and we must make them matter.

How much do I love Brennan Mulligan right now, for this single sentence? You don’t even know. What a statement. What makes good matter? The existence of evil. What makes evil matter? The existence of good.

You have my word on this, Zerxus Ilerez. Not for all the ages of the world will I forget you.

Of all the mortals on Avalir, and of all the Prime Deities, Asmodeus chose Zerxus and Sarenrae. To attack and to exalt.

Zerxus has a choice here.

He can choose to betray humanity. He can let himself be tricked, not in terms of fighting for or against the gods, but in terms of his own principles and relationships. He can choose to follow Asmodeus’ breadcrumbs, he can give in out of selfishness and anger and despair. He can find out what was hidden from him, turn from compassion and choose vengeance instead, and Asmodeus will welcome him, and will use him, and will destroy him. Another puppet for a betrayer god.

But if he doesn’t. If he holds to himself. If he chooses compassion all the way down. If he chooses love and courage and truth and honour and sacrifice. If he gives himself into a betrayer god’s service not out of evil but out of a desire to protect what he can. Or if he called Asmodeus to him, to remember him and come to him for aid, so that he could fight Asmodeus when he emerged and betrayed them to destruction. Then Asmodeus will destroy him completely.

So that he will matter. So that he will matter as nothing has ever mattered before, and so that Asmodeus will remember him for all the ages of the world. Because good matters most, compassion shines brightest, only against the backdrop of evil and destruction. If Zerxus chooses good, that will be Asmodeus’ gift to him.

That … is what it might mean to have the love of a betrayer god.

And I hope, I hope so bad, that that is the choice Zerxus makes. Compassion. Even in the face of destruction. Compassion for Asmodeus, if he wants to keep offering it, and compassion for whatever his friends have done. Because there is no cynical way out of this. There is no way to trick this onto the right course, the course that leaves evil unmade and humanity safe. Asmodeus is evil, and he exists, and he is coming. Zerxus is damned either way. He is betrayed either way. And in that circumstance, kindness only wins by existing also. By continuing to exist. Because if evil must exist for good to show what it is, then the reverse is equally true.

Offering compassion to the god of evil is as futile a thing as you can do. Offer it anyway, because he will have no choice but to remember it. Offer it to him and to everyone that you can.

Zerxus’ choices in this moment don’t matter at all, but at the same time they matter more than anything. And if he is telling the truth, as I dearly hope he is, that was, in many ways, Asmodeus’ gift. And I hope that Zerxus takes advantage of it.

And if Asmodeus is lying through his godly teeth, saying only what we want to hear, casually hates Zerxus’ and everyone else’s guts and felt nothing this entire conversation except the quiet satisfaction of a manipulation going to plan, well, we can still take those words as inspiration anyway.

God, I fucking love clerics and paladins in apocalyptic stories. Hot damn. Throw this in, throw all the evil and bleakness of the world in front of us, have it matter, have the point be that it matters, and then let the characters make the choices they must make. Not because it will matter practically, not because their choices mean that they will win or even survive, but because the choice, by existing, matters in and of itself. Because by making it, by choosing between them, they allow both evil and good to still exist.

If Zerxus falls, it’ll be an achingly painful story of the inevitability of mortal weakness in the face of pain. And if he fails but doesn’t fall, it will be an achingly painful story of how much good and love and compassion might be worth, even when they fail.

This conversation, this whole subplot with Zerxus and Asmodeus, is so good. So much my jam. This perfect exploration and play with the pain and flaws of good, and the virtues and necessities of evil. I love it. Because I do agree with Asmodeus on this one thing: there is nothing quite like virtue in damnation, nothing so beautiful or so terrible to watch. The contrast is everything.

#exu calamity #exandria unlimited calamity #zerxus ilerez #asmodeus #i love this plot so much #spoilers #episode 2

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 7

Y/n meets her savior and officially joins the investigation.

@deadman-inc-bikeshop @viviace and @dovahdokren here you go. If you want to be on the tag list, send me a DM.

Trigger warnings: dissociation, implied sex abuse/trafficking, discussions of death, drugs

It was only when the man left your line of sight that your senses started to return. And even then, you felt like you were on a separate plane of existence from everything happening around you. You were floating, completely numb to your surroundings, letting the world push you wherever it needed you to be.

You weren't entirely sure how you made it from the dumpsters to the FBI headquarters, but there you were.

You listened in on the conversation happening in the other room. From what you could tell, the man who saved you was arguing with his boss.

"Because if there's so much as a Tylenol in her system, you're going to pass it off to the DEA." The man said, his voice soft but firm. This wasn't the first time they had this argument and it showed.

"Will, it is not my fault that the DEA gets preferential treatment." The boss sounded exhausted. "We have a better chance of catching this man with their resources. And we can't turn a blind eye to how substances affect human behavior. I thought you of all people would accept this."

"What if there's nothing in her system?" The man posited. "Then all we have to work with is our own resources. Would that be so bad?"

"Look," the boss said, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. "We can't determine anything until forensics gets lab results back tomorrow. For now, see what you can find out from the waitress. She was able to keep her talking, maybe we can find out about what."

The man resignedly left the room and made his way to you. You glanced around the hallway, hoping he wouldn't notice that you've been eavesdropping.

He sat on the opposite end of the bench. You pulled the security blanket from the ambulance tighter around your shoulders.

"I know this is such a stupid, insensitive thing to ask," the man broke the silence. "But are you okay?"

"If it makes you feel any better," you sighed and dropped your shoulders. "I wasn't really okay to begin with."

"Yeah." The man agreed. "It doesn't matter how much you break something, it's still broken. Broken is a... Boolean value."

"It's just that.." You clutched the receipt between your fingers. "Just as I thought things were starting to improve, the universe sends me a cultist strapped to a bomb. I'm never going to recover from this."

"I don't think anyone expects you to." He said. "My name's Will, by the way."

"[F/N]." You said, just for formality's sake. He already knew your name. "I don't think I ever properly thanked you for saving my life."

"Don't worry about it." Will smiled weakly. "If you think you can, though, it would be innumerably helpful if you told us what happened."

You knew you weren't in a position to be asking for favors, but you were desperate. "Could I maybe stay with you for a while?"

Will hovered his hand over yours as if asking for permission. You took it, perhaps a little too eagerly.

"I'll stay with you as long as you want."

Will's presence made it easier to tell the man, whom you learned was the head of the Behavioral Science Unit of the FBI, everything that progressed that night.

"And then she started chanting that one bible verse about the martyrs inheriting the kingdom of heaven." You finished. "That was when Will shot her in the leg."

The director, whose name you learned was Jack Crawford, took a moment to ponder the information. You felt like a child that had been sent to the principal's office.

"Do you have any reason to believe that the woman was under the influence of any drugs? Alcohol?" Jack asked, resting his hands on the desk.

"Not with any certainty, no. I didn't see her ingest anything." You shook your head. "If she was under any influence at all, it was probably against her will."

"What makes you say that?" Jack cocked his head. "In your own time, of course."

"She was..." you glanced at Will, just to remind yourself that he was there. "Scared. Nothing she said had any conviction behind it. It was like she was a hostage being forced to read a fake suicide letter."

"What about these 'cult names' you mentioned?" Jack said. "What significance do you think they have?"

"She kept referring to Chase as 'vanguard'." You began.

"That's what Keith Raniere called himself." Jack interrupted. "Keith Raniere was the head of a sex trafficking cult."

"And the only reason I know that is because I listen to a lot of podcasts." You felt the need to explain. "I'm not sure how Mulvaney decided it would be a fitting title. Maybe he identified with Raniere."

"Did the woman call herself something, too?" Jack leaned in.

"Funny you should mention that," You forced a laugh. "Because she referred to herself as an 'unwoman'."

"That is interesting." Jack brought his hand to his temple, perhaps trying to convince you that he knew what ‘unwoman’ meant.

"He probably thinks Handmaid's Tale is some kind of instruction manual." You said, emphasizing the title of the work.

“Handmaid’s Tale!” Jack exclaimed, suddenly understanding. "So, are you thinking maybe he's running a breeding cult?"

“Like a borrasca.” You turned to Will, hoping that maybe he would understand what that meant.

As if on cue, a woman in a lab coat burst into the room.

“Dr. Katz,” Jack announced, taken aback by her urgency. “Welcome.”

“Jack, you’re going to want to see this.” Dr. Katz said simply.

Jack stood up from his seat. “Excuse me, Ms. [L/N], Will. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Again, you were alone with Will.

“I’m...” Will broke the silence, pausing to find the right words. “Jack isn’t as scary as he looks. He just has a habit of asking too much of people. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but you’re perfectly within your rights to tell him to back off.”

You shook your head. “That wouldn’t feel right.”

“Tell me about it.” Will muttered and leaned back in his chair. “It does seem pretty out of character for him to want to drop the whole case on the DEA, but he does have a point about their resources. You can’t argue with money.”

“No.” You agreed. “You can’t.”

Will sighed. “I’m sorry. The last thing you probably want to hear about is FBI in-fighting after almost being killed twice in a two-week period.”

“It doesn’t really inspire confidence, no.” You said.

“Let’s talk about something else.” He offered. “Do you like... fishing?”

You laughed at his strange attempt at making conversation, but answered honestly. “I used to go fishing with my grandpa when I was a kid.”

Realizing he’d tapped into a happy memory, Will decided to follow it. “Where did he take you?”

“My grandparents had this lake house up in Michigan.” You reminisced. “On this dinky little manmade lake where all the rich boomers took their spoiled grandkids for the summer.”

“Did you ever catch anything?” He shared a little smile.

You realized that he was doing the same thing to you that you did to the unwoman. He was trying to keep you talking to avoid, or at least prolong, some catastrophic event. But he was doing it for your sake. You appreciated that.

“We pulled up a ton of bluegills, some walleyes, occasionally a bass.” You listed. “One time he and his brother-in-law settled a dispute by seeing who could catch a catfish first. They were outside all day.”

“Did he ever take you downstate to go fishing on Lake Erie?”

You stared vacantly ahead. “He wanted to.”

Will lowered his head in respect. “I’m so sorry.”

“It was, like, fourteen years ago.” You admitted. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Still,” Will shrugged. “Grief takes a lot out of you. I’m sorry for bringing it up, I had no idea.”

“At this point, most avenues in my life end in death. It’s not your fault.” You smiled at him. “Thanks for trying, though.”

You settled into another prolonged but comfortable silence.

“I think Jack is going to arrange to get you into some kind of protective custody, by the way.” He said, shifting his body to face you. “And I don’t think he’s going to give you a choice now that he knows Chase is targeting you, specifically.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about that.” You answered. “I think they’re probably going to insist I quit my job, too.”

“You sound disappointed.” Will nodded. “You’ve grown to like that job, huh?”

“I was good at it.” You admitted. “My boss was gunning for me to take over when he retired. I had big plans for that place. I know waitressing is supposed to be a job that’s ‘just a job’ but--”

“You had ambition.” Will finished. “You were making an investment for your future.”

For the first time in a while, you felt heard. “Right.”

“If you would permit me to say,” Will stood up and walked towards Jack’s desk. “I think you would be an invaluable asset to this investigation.”

You leaned on the armrest. “I don’t know, Will. I feel like I would just get in the way.”

“But the sooner we catch this sick fuck, the sooner you can get back to your restaurant.” He said, grabbing a post-it note. He gestured to you with a pen. “And I will do everything in my power to get you back to that restaurant.”

“Why?” You asked. “I’m just a waitress.”

“Your profile of Chase Mulvaney in your TattleCrime interview was a work of genius.” Will took off his glasses. “And it was incendiary enough to make him come back for you. It wasn’t just a cocaine-fueled bout of murderous hysterics. He remembered you. Now, throughout this investigation, Jack has been ignoring me. But maybe he’ll listen to you.”

“And if he doesn’t?” You raised an eyebrow. “What then?”

Will sighed and leaned back on the desk. “Then I do it myself.”

“Fuck it.” You said, the complete contents of your soul behind those two little words. If he was going to raise the stakes, by god you were going to match him. “I don’t have much else to live for, so might as well die for something.”

“That’s the spirit.” Will agreed.

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Blood and Bonds: Chapter 1

Ao3

The field was lit by the last rays of daylight. Just enough so Sypha could see the warlocks doing this perfectly. There were 10 or them, all in matching cloaks. Most of them gathered around the stone altar in the center of the field. The altar sypha was tied to.

“Oh Valefor! Duke of Hell! Come forth with your many heads and many limbs….” the warlock chanted as sypha struggled against the bonds tying her to the rock. They limited her magic but she struggled anyway, refusing to just give up.

“You’ll regret this.” She spat, but the cultists paid her no mind.

Trevor thrashed, restrained by two of the cultists, “If you so much as touch her I’ll rip your arms off and shove them up down your throat!” He shouted.

The head warlock didn’t listen, instead rising an ornate dagger to the sky, “Oh lord of thieves! I Beseech thee, accept this offering! Fill our bodies with her strength! Fill our veins with her blood! Fill our minds with her knowledge!”

A hiss escaped Adrian as he tried to stand. Struggling against the invisible weight pressing down on him. The mage in front of him smirked, and Adrian felt the weight increase. His vision blurred as he tried to breath under it. Tried to do anything.

Sypha tried to call her magic. Tried to slip her hands out of the chains. Hell, she even tried to kick the man leading the ritual. But nothing worked. The head warlock’s chanting reached a climax, “Valefor! Steal this offering’s power and make it our own!”

He brought the knife down.

Sypha screamed.

Something in Adrian snapped.

Trevor heard a snarl and the room exploded into chaos. A flurry of movement Trevor’s mind couldn’t keep up with. Just a red blur and the sounds of an animal attack. Claws tearing through flesh. Screams. The wet sound of bodies hitting the floor.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, everything went still, and Trevor could see the aftermath of whatever just happened. Blood drenched every corner of the field. Limbs and other bits of gore were scattered around in some grotesque display. The two men who had restrained Trevor were heaps on the floor. One had been torn open from collar to stomach. His intestines hanging limply outside of his body. The other’s heart had been ripped out, along with several bits of rib that had gotten in the way. But Trevor barely noticed. All his attention was on Adrian.

If he could even call the thing in front of him by the same name.

He stood by the altar, at the center of the carnage. His white shirt had been stained dark red, and was speckled with chunks of gore. Some of it even hung in his hair. Bits of flesh hung from his claws, still posed to strike at a moments notice. And his face…..Trevor felt nauseous looking at it. There was no humanity there. No concern or recognition. No trace of the man he loved at all. His lips were curled into a snarl, exposing bloodied fangs. His lips and chin were smeared with the stuff. Solid red eyes stared at the corpse at his feet. The man who’d stabbed Sypha. His throat was torn out, and around the wound were the tell-tale impression of vampire teeth.

Trevor’s hand fell to the morningstar, “......Adrian?”

There was no response.

Trevor's grip on his weapon tightened.

But then Adrian blinked, and the red cleared from his vision. What happened? He’d been pinned and then he heard sypha scream and then....

Rage.

He remembered rage. Like nothing he’d never felt before.

But everything else was blank. A sea of red and adrenaline.

He shook his head, trying to clear the remaining fog. That’s when the smell hit him. The smell of blood hung thick and choking in the air. Adrian looked up in panic, and finally got a good look at his surroundings. His eyes widened at the carnage laid before him. The butchery.

He staggered back.

What. Had. He. Done.

Adrian covered his mouth. His hand came away wet. He realized there was blood on his lips, on his fangs, that he could feel it sliding down his throat-

He fell to his knees and vomited. Bile and freshly swallowed blood splattering the grass below him.

Sypha knew something was wrong, but the world swam around her. The only thing she could make out clearly was the searing pain in her stomach. Her boys, she needed to get to them. Something was wrong and she needed to find them. She tried moving, but heat shot through her body, making her cry out.

“Sypha!” Trevor ran to her. He could see the blood soaking into her robes. She whimpered as he tried putting pressure on the wound. “Shit,” they needed to do something, fast. He looked over at their third, who was still staring in horror at the destruction around him.

“Adrian!” Trevor snapped, this time more forceful. They didn’t have time for this.

Trevor’s voice broke Adrian out of his spiralling. He looked over at the altar and it hit him. Sypha . He scrambled to her side. Those horrible chains were still around her wrists and ankles. He snapped them, and tried to not think about how much easier it was than usual.

Trevor looked around the field, “We need to leave.” There was a brief hesitation as he glanced at Adrian, “Can you carry her?”

Adrian was shaking. He ran a hand through his hair, god it was in his hair, but nodded. Focus on now, on what he needed to do. He could worry about what he’d done later. He scooped sypha into his arms and began to walk back to the town they were staying at. Pointedly not looking anywhere but ahead.

Trevor didn’t let go of sypha’s hand. He was silent as they walked, unable to get the image of Adrian with blood red eyes out of his mind.

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It was silent as Adrian tended to Sypha in the cramped inn room. She fell asleep part way through, Adrian continued to clean her wounds. Trevor watched him from across the table while holding sypha’s hand. Neither met each other’s eyes. The tension in the room was palpable.

Eventually Adrian puts the cloth down, and lets out a shaky breath, “She’s going to be fine.”

Trevor nods, finally letting go of her hand. The silence stretched on.

“Are you going to tell me what that was?”

Adrian looked at the floor, “I don’t know.”

Trevor’s jaw tightened, “You killed ten people in the blink of an eye. You bit a man’s throat out.”

“I don’t know!” He shouted back, he hugged himself, “I’ve….I’ve never lost control like that before. I didn’t even know I was capable of that.”

Trevor sighed, “Do you remember what was going through your head?”

“Barely. I just remember sypha screaming. Then everything went red.” Adrian didn’t meet his gaze.

That oppressive silence fell again. This horrible distance between them. It took a while for Trevor to build up the courage to speak again, “I still love you, and I swear to god I always will. But.....”

Adrian gave him a sad smile, “But you can’t trust me.”

Trevor opened his mouth, then closed it again. He could still see specks of gore tangled in Adrian’s hair.

“It’s okay,” Adrian looked at the floor, “I can’t trust myself either.”

It was painful to see him like this. So distraught and scared, but Trevor forced himself to keep talking, “We can’t just ignore this. Pretend like it can’t happen again.”

A sob tore out of Adrian,”I can still fucking taste him. Can feel his blood giving me strength. I feel like a monster . If this happens again….” He was shaking, “I-I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Trevor took Adrian’s hand, “Don’t worry. I won’t let you.” He gulped, “If this happens again-“

Adrian’s eyes snapped to Trevor, “No.”

“But-”

“ No.” Adrian squeezed Trevor’s hand, his still teary eyes full of determination, “I know what it's like to have to kill someone you love. And I refuse to put you or Sypha through that. I would take myself out before I made either of you do it.”

Trevor’s throat was dry.

But what if, he wanted to say. What if you’re so far gone I don’t have a choice.

But he didn’t, he just stared at Adrian with sad eyes, “Okay,” he pulled the dhampir into his arms, hugging him tightly, “Okay.”

He wanted to say something reassuring. To tell Adrian it would be alright. But He couldn’t. So he stood there, holding Adrian as his love cried into his shoulder.

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itmighthavebeenintentional · 3 years

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We've Got Tonight - Ch 2

Summary: “It’s not your job to do this, Andy. You make people happy. I was in the diner all of ten minutes, and you knew exactly how to get me to smile. You do normal, real things like garden and sing karaoke. Saving the world is my job, Sam’s job. Sometimes it’s even Cas’s job, but it’s not yours.”

Inspired by Bob Seger’s “We’ve Got Tonight”

Warnings: Major Character Death, More Major Character Deaths (sort of?), higher than show level violence, blood, light smutting, language, demons, apocalypse, inferred suicide, cult activity.

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT PROCEED

Author’s Note: This story is set hazily around season 8. Just squint a little, and it’ll settle in somewhere. I wrote this story after certain big revelations in the show, but before other big ones; you’ll most likely be able to tell which. I play with time a bit in the story itself, so if things seem out of order, they are. Hopefully, by the end, all the pieces will fit together.

What the hell, let’s give it a shot.

Image and major edits by the incomparable @there-must-be-a-lock . Heavy editing and cheering by @thoughtslikeaminefield . Thank you both so much.

This is the longest chapter, but it's worth it, I promise.

Word Count: Ch 2 - 2952

In case you missed it: Chapter 1 ItMightHaveBeenintentional’s Masterlist

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We've Got Tonight

Chapter 2

Clutching the strap of her backpack in a death grip, Andy silently crosses the landing. She places her foot on the top stair just as Dean rounds the corner from the hallway below her, both hands fisted in his hair. Even from this distance she can read the lines of tension in his shoulders. Her stomach twists, nausea and joy warring at the sight of him, and she can’t decide if she should turn and sprint for the door or throw herself at him and admit absolutely every foolish thing she’s done.

No. No, not foolish. She’s saving the world. That’s only a little stupid. She’s saving Cas and Sam. That’s good. She’s saving Dean.

That’s non-negotiable.

Then her weight settles on her foot, and the goddamned step creaks. Dean’s eyes snap to hers. For one hopeful moment, relief and genuine happiness flood his expression, and he smiles. The unclouded light shining from his face scraps any thoughts she has of bolting, and Andy makes it halfway down the steps before she’s engulfed in his arms.

He embraces her fiercely, and Andy allows herself a couple of seconds of peace and comfort, of the sense that she’s somehow home even though she’s only known him for a few weeks. Then the overwhelming realization of everything she’s signed away comes crashing down, closing her throat, choking off her air, and suddenly even the heat and safety radiating from Dean into her very bones isn't enough to ward off the chill of dread.

But she’s doing this to save him, to save Sam, to save...everyone. So, really, she’s not losing anything. If you save something, it’s not lost, so, really, she’s not losing anything.

Right?

Then her face is trapped between his hands, his face inches away, his eyes boring into hers with that burning intensity. The lies evaporate on her tongue, and she wracks her brain. What was she supposed to tell him? She has to say it before he starts questioning her, or she’ll blurt out every single thing she swore she wouldn’t.

“Are you okay? Where the hell were you? Was it those anti-Jesus freaks? How did you get away?”

What? Oh, yeah. The cultists. The whole reason she has a lovely new scar on her left arm and she met the Winchesters in the first place. The source of all their current troubles. Well, the main source, aside from her blood. Yeah, that would have been a good cover story, too.

Shit.

“Andy?”

“I’m fine, Dean,” she manages, thankful at how little her voice shakes. She puts forth the effort of the ages and extricates herself from his grip, an act she recognizes as necessary while regretting it all the same. “I’m sorry I scared you. I had a lead, and I had to leave right away. They were really twitchy when I first contacted them, and I thought they might take off if I waited too long or tried to take anyone else, and by the time I realized I’d lost my phone it was too late to come back.”

Anger and disbelief seep into his expression, tainting the relief that animated him only moments before. “Okay, first of all, we’re going to have a long, detailed talk about taking off on your own for any reason without backup, much less chasing your own leads, because no. Just no. Second, what the hell? Did all phones between here and wherever the hell you went just vanish?”

“You programmed your numbers into my cell, but I never memorized them. I didn’t have any way to contact you once I got there, and-”

“And you couldn’t leave a damn note?!”

Deep breath. Keep steady.

“Look, I’m really wrecked, Dean, it was a long drive, and it ended up a bust. The guy never showed. I’m dying for a shower and some food. You can interrogate me all you want, but can we not do it right here, right now?”

She pushes past him, brushing him off in a way she’s never done before, but if he keeps gazing into her soul with those jade laser beams of his, she’s going to lose every ounce of self-control. Her fingers tremble with strain, and she clutches her bag tighter, determined to hold herself together for his sake.

She only gets a couple of seconds of reprieve, though, just barely making it off the staircase. He catches up with her as she passes the map table, aiming for escape through the library, and he snatches her elbow. His grip is harsh as he pulls her around to face him, and her fingers fumble at the fierce heat behind his eyes. Her backpack drops, spilling its contents on the floor.

Her stomach bottoms out. She immediately tries to crouch down, to stuff her papers and books back in before Dean can see them, but his grip tightens on her arm, and he forces her back up to meet his eyes.

“You don’t get to disappear for two and a half days and then just-”

“Andy!”

Oh, thank god for Sam.

Andy takes advantage of Dean’s surprise to pull out of his grasp, but before she can bend down, she’s engulfed in a second, longer set of arms that feels almost as much like home as his brother’s.

God, what has she done? She really is going to lose everything. But this has to be worth it. Saving them is worth it, she knows it is. It’s going to be okay.

“Andy, are you okay? Where were you?” Sam is still in his concerned phase, and she’d like to make her exit to gather her thoughts before he hits Dean’s level of suspiciously pissed. She knows of no force in Heaven or Hell that can withstand the combined onslaught of Dean’s anger and Sam’s lectures.

“She says she found a lead,” Dean cuts in before she can try to explain herself. He’s definitely on the outer edges of pissed, and that’s fine. She can handle pissed, she just has to figure out what to do before he reaches volcanic levels of anger.

She drops down before anyone else can stop her and starts shoveling handfuls of papers in her bag. She needs to get them out of sight. She should have burned them, why didn’t she burn them, god if Sam sees some of it, he’ll know what she did without her having said a word to him, and -

“Andy, what the hell is this?”

Dean’s voice has dropped to a low, measured growl, and her eyes slide shut in dismay.

Don’t admit to anything, you don’t know what he found, just -

“You said you lost your phone, and now it falls out of your damned bag? You’re lying to me? Why-”

“Maybe because of this,” Sam cuts in, and she hears a rustle of papers from her other side, and she swears that it’s the loudest sound she’s heard in her entire life. It doesn’t matter which of her papers or which book Sam is showing his brother. They are all equally damning, and she really should have known better than to think she could get away with this plan.

“I had to do something. We were running out of time, so I made a decision while I still could.”

She’s impressed and surprised at the steadiness in her voice, the actual conviction. She is equally surprised to find herself standing when she opens her eyes, looking down at two of the most important people in the world, one of whom is regarding her with dismayed shock, and the other…

Her stomach wars with her brain; rational thought says the logical response to someone glaring at her with as much venom as Dean is packing is to run. Her stomach, on the other hand, is fully in favor of ejecting all contents in sheer terror. Somehow, she manages to shove down both impulses and stand her ground.

There’s a long moment where it seems like the whole bunker, the whole world, holds its breath, waiting for something to snap the tension. To Andy’s astonishment, Sam breaks in before Dean’s temper can explode.

“Tell me you didn’t. After everything we’ve told you, everything you know about us and our history, you called a crossroads demon? Where did you even find the summoning spell?”

She turns incredulous eyes on the younger Winchester. “Sam. I...really, Sam? When I asked to help, you put me on research. I didn't know where to look, and you gave me a stack of books, most of which had some variation of that or a similar spell in it. You gave me access to one of the world’s biggest fix-its, and you didn’t think I would do something with that?”

Sam opens his mouth, his face set with stubborn indignity, but he falls silent as Dean stands abruptly. He stalks past Andy, his silence far more worrisome than any shouting or lecturing could ever be. He stops at the bottom of the library steps, gripping the back of his neck like he’d rather have his fingers wrapped around something’s throat, and he stands like that for what feels like forever.

“I made a deal. To save you, Sam, Cas. Everyone. I had to do it.” Andy can’t stop the words that tumble from her trembling lips, and she can only be thankful that she doesn’t have to see Dean’s face as she says them. She should never have tried to lie to him, to them both, but especially not to him. Not after all the lies he’s had to live through.

“I won’t apologize. I found a way out of the end of the world when we had no other options, and I took it.”

Dean stands stiffly, unmoving as she confesses to his back. Sam wisely keeps his mouth shut, kneeling on the floor to look through Andy’s papers, avoiding looking at either of them. The gravid silence that hangs over the room is broken only by the thudding of her heart and the crinkle of pages as Sam rifles through her backpack’s spilled contents.

“Explain. Now.” Dean’s words are quiet and caustic, their bitterness cutting Andy straight to the heart.

This isn’t what she wanted, but their time is too short to try to work everything out. There will be nothing like a fairy tale ending for them, so she forces herself to say what she can. There are still some details she doesn’t want to tell him; if he knew everything, he could keep her here, keep her from going back to finish the deal, and she absolutely cannot let that happen.

“I did what you and Sam do every day. I did my research, I made a plan, and I faced the monsters. I made a choice, Dean.” She only just keeps the notes of desperation from creeping into her voice, though it’s a near thing.

He moves as she speaks, turning back to the table, his face inscrutable as he leans down to grip the back of one of the chairs. He holds onto it as if it’s the only thing keeping him together, and she feels a ridiculous stab of sympathy for the piece of furniture that’s bound to come to a bad end.

“And you think sneaking around, lying to all of us, and making a deal with a crossroads demon is going to magically fix everything?”

He’s too calm, too quiet. The chair creaks ominously under his fingers, and Andy takes a hasty step back. Sam rises, his forehead wrinkled with concern as he takes a step towards the table.

“Andy, just tell us the details,” Sam interjects, his tone low and placating, like he’s trying to calm a cornered animal. “We can figure out a way to get you out of the deal. What did the demon you met with look like? Did they tell you their name? How much time do you have?”

“God DAMN IT!”

Dean slings the chair to the side, and it skates over the floor, shredding through her papers before slamming into a support pillar with a deafening metallic clang and careening across the room. Sam steps up protectively next to her, his hands half-raised like he can’t decide if he should try to talk his brother down or block more pieces of flying furniture.

“Why, Andy? Why didn’t you just wait for Sam or Cas to find something? We were looking!”

“There was no time left, Dean!” She knows there aren’t enough words in any language to explain her decision in a way that will satisfy him. It doesn’t matter to him that she’s one of the sources of all their troubles right now, or that she is an adult who was perfectly capable of making decisions about her life long before the Wonderful Winchesters and their guardian angel rode into town.

“We had days left, at best! I don’t want this anymore than you did, but it was my blood that started this whole disaster, my blood the cult needs to finish everything, literally everything! It’s my blood that’s the solution to this whole shitshow, and that means it’s my mess to clean up. I learned that much from you and Sam, at least! You clean up the messes you make, whether you meant to make them or not. You, of all people, could at least try to understand!”

“Understand what?! That you think selling your soul will actually fix anything?”

Dean closes the distance between them, his fingers digging hard into her shoulders, knocking Sam to the side as he disregards all concepts of personal space.

“Selling your soul never solves a damned thing! And don’t you think for one second I’m gonna let you go through with this deal.”

“I’ve already gone through with it, I signed the contract. You can’t stop it, and you can’t change it. He said you’d try, and-”

“Wait a minute, ‘he’?” Sam cuts in, and Dean’s face flushes a deeper shade of crimson.

“You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t make a deal with that son of a bitch Crowley.”

Fuck.

“I made a call,” Andy finally answers. “I was either going to hell and taking the rest of the world with me, or I was going by myself and keeping the rest of you safe.”

“You had no right-”

“To make decisions about my life? The hell I don’t, it’s my life, Dean! Who gave you the right-”

“We were supposed to be in it together, you and me! It’s not just your life, and you damned well know it!”

The three of them stand frozen, the words echoing faintly through the enormous room. Sam gaping at the two of them, Dean grips Andy like he thinks she’s about to bolt, and Andy tries desperately to remember why she’s not simply throwing herself into Dean’s arms.

Castiel, with his impeccable timing, chooses this moment to enter the bunker. The creaking door catches their attention, and all eyes turn to Cas, who stands on the landing, surveying the tableau of chaos beneath him. His eyebrows lower, his consternation clear.

“Andrea?” Cas’s voice is confused but gentle as he cautiously descends the stairs. She knows from the stories Sam and Dean have told her that her friend has a fearsome warrior side that makes even the worst demons think twice before approaching, but she’s never seen a hint of that part of him.

She’s seen this man soberly examining a bowl of Cheetos, questioning their attractiveness to large, feline predators; she has a difficult time picturing him facing down the worst monsters the universe has to offer, and yet, according to Sam and Dean, he does so without hesitation on a regular basis.

Which is why his cautious approach should really worry her.

“Dean, is it really necessary to hold on to Andrea quite that hard? You’re bound to leave bruises, and she doesn’t seem to be attempting to leave.”

Dean releases Andy abruptly. His face is dark and lined with the effort of repressing his rage, and he storms past the bewildered angel. He stops at the bottom of the stairs, hand on the banister, legs flexing and trembling as if he has to force himself to stop even that long. Sam takes a step towards him, but Cas holds out a restraining hand, and for once, Sam complies, though he looks seconds away from protesting.

“You should’ve waited, Andy. You should’ve talked to me, given me a chance to find something, anything but this. I can’t...I’m done. I’m fucking done.”

He climbs the stairs three furious steps at a time and is out the door before anyone can think of how to stop him, leaving Andy lost in the remnants of his anger and her shoulders aching more from the loss of his grip than the roughness of it. Her throat is burning, her jaw aching with strain, but her eyes are dry.

There was no other way, there just wasn’t. I did the right thing, and damn Dean to Hell if he thinks I’m going to cry for that.

“Andrea?”

Cas reaches out and steadies Andy, his grasp gentle and comforting in stark contrast to Dean’s furious hold. He considers her for a long moment before finally speaking.

“Our lack of information regarding your whereabouts was quite troubling, and we assumed the worst.”

“Maybe not the absolute worst,” Sam sighs, leaning wearily against the table. He scrubs his hands over several days’ worth of stubble before rubbing his eyes. When he speaks again, he can’t even meet her eyes, and an acidic splinter of shame twists in her stomach.

“You really should have waited, Andy.” ...

Chapter 3

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amandaoftherosemire · 3 years

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And Hell is Just a Sauna -- Part Four

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,425

Format: Short Series (Complete)

Warnings: Violence, graphic and disturbing imagery, death, language, implied smut, fluff.

Summary: You meet Bucky Barnes upon your mysterious and deadly escape from a power obsessed cult leader and his followers. Though you carry a secret in addition to the wariness of trauma, you can’t help your attraction to Bucky and his irascible demeanor. As for Bucky, he is drawn to the light he sees in you while he fears the things you’re hiding. Can you trust him with your secrets, and your life? Will you have a choice?

A/N: When I told my husband about some of the things that happen in this chapter, he reacted with impressed horror and disgust. (He’s a great audience.) When I went to edit and proofread this chapter, however, that was in my mind and I realized that some of the things I describe in here are pretty weird and gross and I’m a little perturbed that I wrote them without realizing exactly how weird and gross they were. I wasn’t aware I also had a horror writer in here. Hmm. Anyway, fair warning: graphic horror movie style descriptions.

That said, these two were fun to write, and I might write more with them reuniting after the Blip. TFAWS was a gold mine for inspiration and I’m itching to write more Sam and Bucky interactions now that I have more of them in my head. Feel free to let me know if you want that. 😊

I would have had this up faster, but the God of Mischief has been busy of late and he was occupying my mind and my keyboard for the past several weeks. Every time I sat down to my computer, he took over and it has been too much fun to stop. Soon, I promise. 😉

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

And Hell is Just a Sauna -- Part Four

Bucky shook his head and snorted. "We're gonna have to have a talk about your timing, doll."

Bucky dragged his eyes from your retreating form to focus on the threat outside. He'd be damned if he'd let these assholes hurt you. Especially when he needed to hear you tell him you loved him again, when he still needed to tell you he loved you, too.

"JOSEPH!" You shouted as you threw the door open, your hair smoldering as you stepped over the body in the doorway. Your voice was a mockery of the strident tone he'd taken as you'd made him wait while you spoke to Bucky. You walked forward until you were standing at the top of the stairs onto the front porch. "If you want me to be quick, do not send me meals. Or did you not send Brit as a sacrifice to the creature inside me?”

Joseph took a single step forward, losing his breath in a sigh of awe as your skin began to glow the red-orange of a fire's heart from the inside out, your eyes glowing molten gold as you spoke. "He's pleased that you'd send someone so valuable, but he also hopes you understand," your lips curved in a cruel, hungry smile as those brilliant eyes swept over the robed figures ranged behind him, "it's not going to be nearly enough.”

Bucky could see the shudder of fear run through the small crowd and figured at least half would panic and run should you attack. However, as he'd kept his eyes and the sight of his gun on Joseph, he could also see the desire on the other man's face as he eased closer when you didn't stop that first tentative step.

"That's not going to be a problem," the man said with pure lust in his voice.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky saw a twinkle of light just before a wall of flame erupted into being between Joseph and his followers, spreading from the left to the right. As he expected, half of them broke and ran immediately, joined by a few more besides. A few diehards ran towards the flames, but the heat screaming off of the fire easily kept them at bay. He figured Kiki was in control of them and focused in on the only threat left.

Joseph seemed mesmerized by the sight of you as you slowly descended the stairs toward him. "Are you a god?" You intoned the words in the same popping, roaring voice Bucky remembered from that first meeting and his eyes swept the scene for confirmation that Kiki was coming in from the left as her wall of fire indicated.

"I will be!" Joseph cried as he lunged towards you, only to stop abruptly at the blast of heated air that swept between you as the wall began to move in a swirl, whipped into a river of fire. The leading edge was bright gold with streamers of vibrant orange and red and hints of turquoise heat that hit the man directly in the chest and poured into him.

When he'd absorbed the last bit of fire, he looked up at you next to your front door where you'd retreated and smiled a cruel, anticipatory smile. His body continued to jerk and contort in wicked and unsettling ways that seemed to be preventing him from following you up the stairs to take his revenge.

You were deeply horrified by what was happening to him, though you didn't move any further away because you could hear Kiki muttering as she rummaged around inside Joseph. You didn't know what she was looking for, but you knew that he was dead as soon as she found it, either because of what she was doing or the man in the window waiting for his moment. You could see, however, that Joseph thought he was on the verge of victory, and you pitied him.

When you heard her crow in delighted discovery, you whispered, that pity ripe in your voice and on your face. "Good-bye, Joseph."

In the next instant, Kiki was clawing her way out of him, starting at his chest and climbing up his throat as he clutched his neck in nightmarish pain. Your eyes stayed dry, but you didn't enjoy suffering, even his. When the little flame body that Kiki had in this dimension came pushing out of Joseph's mouth in front of a hoarse scream, Bucky ended his torment with a single bullet to the heart.

The blackened body that fell to the ground was the last straw for the last few cultists who hadn't already fled. You saw them run for the forest in your peripheral vision but couldn't watch, your eyes glued to the happily chattering little fire trying to drag something out of Joseph's body.

As grateful as you were to never have to worry about Joseph ever again, you weren't made of stone and your stomach churned when Kiki managed to pry loose whatever it was she was so intent on retrieving. When the object fell heavily to the ground, she evidently lost her grip as she went tumbling several feet, but she was up and making cheerful scolding chuffs of sound in an instant.

The little flame creature scampered in merry leaps around something that looked like a dark quartz stone a little smaller than a tennis ball, with jagged spikes of black glass sticking out of the top. You frowned in confusion when Kiki continued to make huffing and scoffing noises that you couldn't understand as she got behind the rock and started pushing it forward.

"Y/N?" Behind you, Bucky murmured your name in a voice gentle with sympathy. Whatever else Joseph had been, he was pretty sure the man hadn't deserved to die like that. If he'd had his way, Bucky would have moved more quickly and made the end much less painful. On top of that, he hated that you'd had to see your little friend do something so gruesome.

"Yeah?" You sounded weird, like you were both puzzled and worried, but you didn't turn to look at him, your gaze on the wild flickering of Kiki on the ground next to the charred remains of what was once Joseph.

Bucky reached out, hoping he was doing the right thing, and slid his arm around your waist to pull you in and cradle you against his body. "Are you okay?"

"I guess?" If you weren't so focused on Kiki, you'd have melted at the tenderness in his tone, in his touch. As it was, you snuggled back into him even as you craned your neck to try and see what the little flame was up to. "I don't know what Kiki is doing. Kiki!"

Kiki's head popped up and she scampered forward a couple feet and shouted happily, It's Grumble! She scampered back and climbed on top of the stone, her front limbs wrapped around a couple of the spikes on top. I found Grumble in the human demon!

"What the hell is Grumble?" Your hand came up to grip Bucky's where it rested against your hip. As you stepped forward to get a closer look at whatever Kiki had found, you pulled him with you by the hand you kept wrapped around his, needing him with you. Stopping at the edge of the porch at the top of the stairs, you watched Kiki playfully rock back and forth on top of her discovery.

The little flame made the popping sound that served as her most delighted laugh, something you'd heard only a couple of times since you'd met her. No! Not Grumble. Grumble! You could hear very little difference between the two sounds, the second only more intense in its rumbling sound.

"That sounds like the same word, Keek."

Kiki laughed again and rocked the stone as her little head tilted down and she chuffed and rumbled at the object beneath her fiery feet. I love it! She shouted it in her popping, crackling language. She sounded so happy, so relieved, you relaxed by a fraction, enough to be tempted when she continued, Come meet Grumble, then, and waved you forward with one arm of flame.

You looked at Bucky, who was watching you communicate with Kiki with a raised brow and ready stance, not sure the danger was as over as he had believed. "She found someone named something that sounds like her word for 'grumble'."

Bucky tensed and his gaze dropped to the happy, chuffing fire where it was perched. He didn't know exactly what Kiki was, or what all she could do, but for now she resembled a small four-legged creature with a diamond shaped head and long almond shaped eyes made of blue flame. She scorched the ground wherever she ran, and he wondered if this was now why she seemed content to sit on her rock. "Where did she find this someone?"

Your mouth spread in a sickly expression, but it could still be described as an attempt at a winning smile. “Inside Joseph?" When Bucky understood that this was what Kiki had been doing between pouring her fire into him and the bullet through the heart that had ended it, the horror of it hit him like a brick. He looked back to you to find the same horror in your eyes. "I think?"

Bucky couldn't stop looking back and forth between you and the happy little flame continuing to scold the thing beneath her feet. "What is it?"

It's Grumble. She patted her hand against the obsidian spike she was holding and her eyes squinched up in delight. He's mine. He followed me through the hole but got confused and hid inside the demon man because I aimed at him. With that she dropped down and seemed to hug the stone, her flame wrapping close with what looked like affection.

You smiled a little at her apparent joy. "Okay." Still, you needed to know more about whatever had followed her from her world. She'd told you stories of some of the things that lived there. "But what is Grumble? Like, you're made of fire. What is he made of?" You were getting more and more curious, but you didn't move down the stairs yet, not sure that it was safe.

Oh! Kiki sounded surprised at the question, looking down at the stone she was perched upon with a head tilted in confusion. When she looked back up at you, that tilted head was a counterpoint to her perplexed tone. He's rock. You could almost hear the 'duh' that came after that sentence and you snorted softly in amusement. That's why he was so hard to move. Her voice took on a gentle, loving tone, and you realized that whatever or whoever Grumble was, he was evidently precious to Kiki. He's stubborn. And he's scared.

As you started down the stairs, you heard for the first time a rumbling at frequencies at the bottom of the audible range. You almost more felt the sound than heard it, so low were the vaguely annoyed growling noises that had Kiki answering in a spitting, roaring language that sounded like an approximation of them.

You got to the bottom of the stairs, doing everything in your power to keep your eyes on Kiki and her rock and not on what used to be Joseph. Once there, Kiki's face spread in what she used for a smile as she looked up at you and patted the stone beneath her again and said proudly, Grumble.

As he couldn't understand her, you explained to Bucky. "Grumble is this rock."

"I kind of figured that out for myself, thanks."

You shot Bucky a laughing grin, loving the irritated scowl on his face, delighted that he was back to regarding the world with a vague distrust. "He's also alive, and Kiki's friend. He followed her here when she got caught in Joseph's portal."

Bucky pulled you close and slung an arm around you to keep you there. "Pretty good friend." He smirked at you when his almost suggestive tone had your eyes flicking to his. You smirked back in acknowledgement before turning your gaze back to the flame creature that was now making a soothing chirring sound.

"Is it okay if I pick him up?" you asked her, needing to get away from Joseph as soon as possible. "So we can go inside?"

The little fire chirped a cheerful assent and nodded before immediately looking down to scold when the rock gave off what sounded like a hostile rumble. Bucky’s arm around your shoulders tightened slightly in response, a little concerned by it, and unwilling to watch you step again into peril so soon after the last time. "Let me, doll." You quirked a questioning eyebrow in his direction and he turned you in his arms to lean forward and brush your lips with his own, the gratitude he felt at having you safe bright in his eyes. He rested his forehead against yours, relief blowing through him, and smiled gently at you. "You've put yourself in danger enough tonight. I'm already gonna have nightmares."

You heard the dregs of fear in his voice, saw the relief of it in his face, and knew something of what it had cost him to watch you walk out the door to face Joseph. "Between Kiki," you answered, turning your cheek to tenderly rest it against his, "and you, I was never in any real danger."

Bucky's arms came around you in a move both fast and fierce. The next moment you were pressed firmly against him. His face was buried in your throat while he shuddered once, hard, before his hold gentled, and his lips brushed your skin as he spoke. "Sure didn't feel like it."

You simply held on, giving him the moment he needed to calm himself. He held you a moment longer than that, just for the joy of having you close. When he let you go, he flashed that million-watt grin of his that hit you like lightning every time and bent to pick up the little rumbly stone with his vibranium hand.

Kiki hopped out of the way and skittered up the hand you'd held out to nestle into her spot behind your ear where she could watch your world from your perspective. She had bonded herself to the roots of your hair, which is why your head started to smoke when she got angry. She was always more comfortable when she was closer to your scalp. From her perch she hissed in an encouraging tone towards the rock grumbling in Bucky's hand.

Bucky's eyes were on the stone, his brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and concentration. He didn't look away when you took his hand and began moving up the stairs toward the house, too focused on the resentful grumbles of annoyance vibrating in his hand, up his arm and into his brain. He thought that if he just worked at it, he could come to understand what the different pulses and vibrations meant.

"We think he likes you." Your voice seemed to pop and growl in the same way Kiki had spoken to Grumble and drew Bucky's attention. While he'd been trying to understand the rumbles of the little stone in his hand, you'd led him to the front door and the unconscious body on the threshold. He bent and hauled the only cult member left up and over his shoulder with his free hand.

Bucky eased past you to carry Joseph's lieutenant to the kitchen, part of his attention still on the now curious purrs coming from Grumble. "Yeah. Cool." He was clearly distracted, and you wondered what about Kiki's friend had him so captivated. "Let's go call Steve so he can come clean this up."

"Actually," you said as you hopped up onto the kitchen counter to watch Bucky drop Brit to the floor, "I have a better idea."

By the time you made it back into bed, it was late morning, and you were unsteady on your feet, the weariness of the night having long since caught up with you. Still, your house was clean of Brit's presence and your yard of Joseph's body thanks to the phone call you'd made. You'd once done Maria Hill a favor and she was only too delighted to repay it. Even so odd a request hadn't fazed her when faced with the opportunity to no longer be in anyone's debt. Once Maria's crew had left, you and Bucky had been able to fall into bed in a tangled heap of relieved exhaustion.

If Maria'd had any questions about who had disabled and professionally restrained the tall and powerful person in your foyer, or about the bullet exactly through the heart of the incinerated corpse on your lawn, she kept them to herself. You imagined Nick Fury had already received a full and detailed report, but that was to be expected. You could only hope she was focused on you, considered it a small price to pay to distract them from Bucky's presence in your home.

Now that you'd found him, you would not give him up without a fight.

Bucky had stayed in the little library at the front of the second floor with Kiki and Grumble while you'd dealt with the people Maria had sent. Though he'd considered hiding in the forest during the clean-up, you'd been anxious at the thought. He couldn't stand to get that far away from you, not when he could so clearly see the worry in your eyes when he suggested it.

While he waited, he'd tried to communicate with Grumble. Something about the rumbling vibrations that came from the little stone resonated with his metal arm. If he focused on the sensory data he was getting from the vibranium, he could recognize tone and feeling. He would swear with practice he could truly communicate with the creature.

The clean-up took long enough that he got a little of that practice, was able to communicate enough reassurance to convince Grumble to open small, almond-shaped obsidian eyes. Those eyes had seemed to dart upward to the flame that popped and crackled on top of him. She whistled excitedly and, wrapping her arms of flame around his spikes, rocked him back and forth in what was clearly joy.

Bucky couldn't help but laugh at her antics, especially when he could feel Grumble's affection for her. He had placed one vibranium finger against one of the facets, could feel the relief, the gratitude underneath amused devotion, confirming Bucky's suspicions regarding their relationship. Whatever form it took, Grumble had followed Kiki because he loved her.

Bucky could understand that feeling easily. He understood now he would follow you into the jaws of hell if he had to.

Thankfully, he didn't have to. Instead, he was laying on his side and nose to nose with you in the warmth of your bed and the only thing he cared about was hearing the words again. His arms were wrapped around you, his metal arm under your head, the other pressing you against him to feel your skin all over him.

Until he'd started sleeping in your bed, he hadn't realized how hungry he was for touch. Once he'd found the glory of your body warm and soft against his, he'd swiftly become obsessed. You were a feast to the famished, sweet and hot and delicious. His preference for having nothing between you whenever possible had been immediately apparent and something you indulged without comment. That silent acceptance inspired his everlasting gratitude as he hadn't known then how to tell you what it meant to him.

He knew now.

"Doll," his voice rumbled from his chest into yours and had you humming in pleasure and pressing closer, "I told you I wanted to talk about your timing." The feel of your body, warm and generous as you snuggled against his skin made both his body heat and his heart ache, and his hands smoothed over your skin in ways meant to make you shiver.

Your face melted into a bashful anxiety that made Bucky's heart pound like a drum. He couldn't believe that you could ever think that he'd be anything but endlessly thankful that you could feel a fraction of what he felt for you and he was terrified that you'd misunderstood. "Say it again, please," he whispered, his eyes burning like blue flames, "when there's time for me to say it back."

Your breath rushed out in relief, in joy, and your smile shone as your eyes blazed. You'd hoped the softness in his eyes had been reflecting his heart. "I love you, Bucky."

The sound of the words, the shape of them as they left your lips sent a feeling thrilling through his entire body, as though they had seeped beneath his skin and into the center of his being. His voice was hoarse with that desperate emotion when he answered. "I love you, too."

The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours and he was taking your breath away. You let him, not needing air when you were breathing his breath, breathing him. Your body already yearning to his, your skin set aflame everywhere he touched, you gave yourself up to his embrace with nothing held back.

Bucky was drowning in you, in the soft warmth you'd shown him from the first time, gladly going under. He loved to hear the words, but now that he knew the name of the emotion that left your mouth so soft against his, he had to keep tasting it on your tongue. Your hands were as fervid as your mouth in their race over his skin, as greedy as your lips as they fed from his. The feeling went to his head and soaked into his body to make him ache with a joyous kind of need. The sound of your pleasure in your throat seemed to resonate with his bones.

His lips left yours to press to the pulse in your throat, wanting both the taste of your skin and the thump of your heart, glorying in the temptation of your voice. "I think my luck changed, too,” you murmured.

Bucky's body seemed to clench in reaction to the ache in your tone and he rolled until he was stretched out on top of you, his hips between your thighs, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. He was smiling sweetly as he brushed his lips over yours, but that smile turned sly as he bent to kiss your neck again. "I met your ex. Your luck completely changed."

The feel of your laughter vibrating in your throat under his lips sent a rush through him, lust and love tangled together to keep his touch tender even as his hands began to wander to incite, to arouse.

Skin to skin and heart to heart, you were soon entwined and rocking toward ecstasy. Always a joyous experience, your joining was even sweeter, now that you had given each other the love you’d both been holding back. The words were as sweet on your lips as they were to his ear when you whispered them as you quaked in pleasure. His arms enveloped you and the choked cry of your name had your hands gliding over him to hold him through his own rapture.

A long time later, once he’d adored you to his own exacting standards, pleasuring you thoroughly and doing all he could to erase the memory of the night before from both your minds, you lay boneless and satisfied in each other’s arms.

“I kind of feel weird about what we just did.” His voice was low and raspy and made you shiver agreeably. His tone was so quiet and calm, it didn’t break the silence as much as it dismissed it. You marveled at the fact that your body was utterly exhausted and still yearned. Even now you could want him. “You know, with them here.”

You glanced at the nightstand where Kiki lay curled up on top of Grumble, both ostensibly asleep. You could still feel the gentle hum of her awareness in the back of your mind, however, and knew she was still half-awake. You smiled and turned back to Bucky to nuzzle his mouth with your own.

"Kiki lives at the roots of my hair; she's seen it." You'd used up what little energy you had and let your head fall back to the pillow. Bucky, on the other hand, lifted his head to stare at you as you continued. "They're not interested, I promise." His look of mildly horrified confusion made you snort, but you answered defensively. "She sets fires if she just wanders around freely. This is the first time she's been able to hang out somewhere else."

"She lives in your hair?" You laughed out loud at the tone of his voice, rich with baffled shock, and the worried eyes that raked the top of your head as he craned his neck to see your scalp. "Doesn't that hurt?"

You were still laughing as you lifted one heavy arm to draw his head down to yours for a long, tender kiss. You should have known that his one worry would be for your safety, your comfort. This was why you'd fallen in love with the man, the generous heart that beat so true beneath that delightfully gruff exterior.

Your voice was a little breathless from the kiss when it broke, but still soft with remorse. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her, about Joseph, any of it." That remorse also softened your mouth as it brushed over his beautiful face. "At first it was because I promised to keep her secret, then it was because I was afraid."

Bucky appreciated the apology but considered it unnecessary as he could easily understand your reticence considering the circumstances. Even if he wanted to be angry, he was pretty sure that was impossible with you soft and warm in his arms, with your gentle mouth brushing love into his skin. He should probably be concerned that you had such a hold on him, but he couldn't find it in him to care.

Snuggling you closer, he smoothed his palm slowly up your spine as he closed his eyes to better appreciate the sensation of your skin against his. "Afraid of what?" He murmured the question, and you could feel in the way he pressed you closer that he was wondering if he had the energy to love you one more time. Alas, you were pretty sure you did not, but that didn't stop your heart from kicking like it was willing to find out.

You used the arm you'd slid around his waist to pull yourself tightly against him so that you could bury your face in his neck. His palm was just rough enough to send shivers through you as he skimmed it over your skin. "That it would be too much, too weird." You smiled against his throat when he scoffed. "I have custody of a fire elemental. She's kind of a lot."

Bucky scoffed harder and rolled his eyes as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. "I'm an international fugitive because I spent the last several decades a brainwashed assassin." His hand had reached the nape of your neck, only to turn and start the path back down, his touch both soothing and tender. "That's kind of a lot, too, but you don't seem to mind."

You sighed in pleasure, in contentment, and let your eyes drift closed. The warmth of his body, the smooth skim of his skin over yours, the rumble of his voice as he spoke all combined to leave you boneless and sleepy in his arms. "I knew what I was getting into," you murmured and the beginning of a slur to your tone alerted Bucky to your fading consciousness.

He smiled and felt the last of his own tension start to fade. If you were as happily content as your body seemed to communicate as you rested so trustingly against him, he saw no need to stay on guard. He let himself relax and enjoy the sensation of love and safety that had been so rare in his life until he met you. "You were on fire the first time I saw you," he reminded you gently, smiling at the memory now that he knew how truly safe from the fire he was. "I wasn't exactly in the dark."

You tilted your head back so that you could look into his face. His mouth was soft with affection, his blue eyes bright behind lowered lids. The way-past-five-o'clock-shadow darkening his features only added to the deliciously dangerous look of him. The sight of him made your heart race and your throat swell. A little breathless with it, with him, you kissed him gently. "I love you."

Bucky's grin flashed, dazzling white against the dark of his stubble. "I will never get tired of hearing that." His pretty lips brushed yours once, twice, before he gave in and sank into a long, tender kiss. When he raised his head again, your eyes fluttered open to meet icy blue hot with emotion. "I love you, too, doll."

Your face lit up with a bright and happy smile that made Bucky feel ten feet tall. When you snuggled into his arms and closed your eyes with a sigh of contentment, seemingly determined to fall asleep in his arms, he simply adjusted to maximize the comfort of you both and prepared to follow you into dreamland.

Just as his eyes were falling closed, Bucky's gaze landed on the little stone that had followed Kiki into this world. The vibrations that seemed to resonate with his arm and into his brain were still causing questions to chase each other in circles around his mind. There was only one person he would consider trusting with this secret, and she was also the only person who understood vibranium well enough to answer any of those questions.

"How do you feel about international travel?" His voice was loud enough to keep you from sliding into sleep, but still a low, sexy rumble. If only you could stay awake. "I know someone who would kill to meet Grumble."

You snorted, softly, and turned to rub your face against the skin of his collarbones, basking in him. "Let me know when you convince Grumble and I'm in." Your mouth twisted sardonically against his chest, even as you started to relax back into sleep. It was impossible to stay awake when your worst enemy was dead, your worst worries were over, and you were safe and comfortable in the arms of the sweetest man you'd ever known. "Then we can all try to convince Kiki."

Bucky couldn't resist the siren song of the softness of your body, bonelessly trusting, nor that of a deep and dreamless sleep that he knew would be his reward for getting you through the crisis safe and sound. "Will that be difficult?"

"She's paranoid and temperamental." Bucky could hear a small, half-hearted hiss coming from the direction of the nightstand. That hiss prompted a forceful and challenging change to your tone. "Yes. Unless Grumble has some ability to persuade that we don't, it will be very difficult."

Next came a sound like a small tumble of gravel, but the little clacks of rock against each other had such an amused tone to it, you couldn't help but hear it. Bucky laughed out loud, as he could hear the smug assurance underneath the laughter and knew Grumble was perfectly capable of persuading Kiki. Her hissing denial was clearly weak to everyone in the room, and it was clear she was as smitten with Grumble as he with her.

Though the little flame sounded irritated, you could hear the reluctant amusement mixed with attraction in the back of your mind and wondered what Kiki saw when she looked at the other creature. Whatever it was, she was as caught in her sexy, grumpy partner as you were in yours.

Bucky grinned at you, thoroughly familiar with the feeling of smug amusement he was getting from Grumble, since he got to experience it every time you lost your train of thought looking at him. You grinned back, reluctantly amused by the arrogance all over him, and thinking you and Kiki had a lot more in common than you'd thought.

The End

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How to tame a wolf - Chapter 10

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Paring: Wolf!Levi x Fem!Bunny!Reader

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Genre and tags: wolf Levi, bunny reader, fluff, cute, talk of mates, being in love, flustered Levi, cute, healing, cuddles, finding justice, plot development, finding something out, relationship talks, future talks.

Concept: You and Levi work together to get information out of the cultist, but you only get more concerning information. After six months of healing up, you and Levi are over a year in of your relationship. You both go to a wolf alpha and omega meeting where you have to go in your animal forms, while there you and Levi discover something life-changing and are both happy about it.

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Levi hurried around his office at work as you lay curled up on his sofa with your arm and leg bound up. After the adrenaline had gone, you had trouble moving your fingers a little. So, Levi had to take you to the hospital and you had to have surgery to fix your arm and hand. He felt his heart hurt when he looked at you. He felt like he’d let you down as your protector. So many things had happened to the two of you. He’d bonded to you and the shop was burned down while you were gone. You lived with Levi and helped him out as much as possible as you both planned out how to change your new shop, but the serial killer case slowed things down. You then saved Mason and got hurt and your doctors gave you six months to get better. You both had your bonding night anniversary coming up.

You shifted and woke up to see Levi crouched in front of you, looking worried. “Honey?”

Levi whined a little in response. “I’m worried about you.”

“I’m okay.” You sat up and hummed. “I think I can move my fingers a bit better.”

“Good, but don’t push yourself.”

You kissed Levi. “Promise.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry I have you locked up in my office, but I just need to keep you safe. After your attack…” He welled up a little. “I can’t lose you, bunny.” He put his head on your lap and cried. “I can’t!”

You placed your hand on the back of his head and petted him. “I can’t lose you either. You’re my everything.”

Levi looked up at you with tears in his eyes. “I know you’re okay, but what if there’s a next time? What if I’m not there? I have to keep you close at all times.”

You cupped his face. “I love you and I’ll do as you ask.”

Levi yanked you into his arms and pulled you off the sofa. He held you close and caused you to straddle him. He held you so tightly. “I love you too. I love you so much.” He kissed you over and over with such passion it bruised both your lips. “I’m scared. I’m actually scared. I’m this strong wolf and people tell me I am, but I just feel so helpless seeing you hurt.” He gulped hard. “And seeing you get worse…”

You lifted your hand and wiggled your fingers a little. “I’m okay, see?”

He kissed your fingers. “I know.” He looked to his office door to see Armin. “What?”

Armin bowed. “Alpha. The guy is not talking.”

“Tch, damn cultist.”

You stood up. “I have an idea.”

Levi shot to his feet with a sinking feeling in his gut because he knew what you were going to suggest. “Bunny…”

You held his hands carefully. “I’m a God, right? He’ll talk to his God.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

You kissed Levi. “Then how about him talking to his gods?”

Levi’s brow raised. “The white rabbit and the black wolf…you’re right.”

“He’ll talk to us.”

Levi walked with you with Armin following. “We’ll deal with him, Armin. He’ll talk to us.”

Armin stopped by the interrogation door. “Yes, Alpha.” He opened the door. “We’re all ready and waiting.”

Levi walked into the room to see the bruised-up cultist sat meditating as if nothing was wrong. “Tch, scum.”

The cultist looked up at Levi. “The great black wolf. It is an honour.” He saw you behind Levi. He fell off his chair and dropped to his knees before bowing. “The great white rabbit! Forgive me! I hurt you and it was wrong of me! I had no idea that you did not like the cat as an offering. I will do better.”

You walked closer. “I don’t want an offering. I don’t want people to die for me.”

The cultist raised their head a little. “But our leader, the main priest says that you wanted it.”

“I don’t! I stopped you from killing someone because I didn’t want it.”

He frowned. “Our priest cannot be confused. He’s led us well so far.” He started shaking as panic set in. “This is…he said…but…”

Levi pulled you close. “I don’t want the offerings either. I’m supposed to be at her side, correct? I don’t want the offerings to be made.”

“This isn’t right!” He screamed and gripped his head. “Our priest! He didn’t listen to our god! Our god isn’t happy!”

You walked closer to the man. “Who is your priest? Tell me who it is so I can punish them.”

He kept screaming. “It’s all wrong!”

You looked at Levi. “Levi?”

He grabbed the cultist and slammed him against the wall with such force he dented it. Levi snarled at the terrified man. “Tell us, right now!”

The cultist shook. “I don’t know. He always wore a mask.”

Levi dropped the man and sighed. “Useless.”

You nibbled your lip. “Why are you doing this? What’s your goal?”

The cultist smiled. “We worship you both. We’re waiting for the rabbit and wolf moon, it’s when you both met originally in your first life!”

“Then what?”

He placed his hands on his stomach. “You will conceive a child of greatness, or give birth to a child. If it’s conceive, you two will mate in front of all your followers. If it’s birth, then you will bring the child into this world in front of your followers.”

Levi yanked you close. “Tch, you want to use her like that!?”

“You’ll be together. We don’t want anyone else to give you a child but the black wolf.” He frowned. “Though our priest seems interested in giving you a child too if the wolf does not comply.”

Levi moved you back. “Disgusting. Let’s go. You’ll never see her again. You hurt her and you want to keep hurting her.”

The cultist crawled over to you. “Forgive me! Forgive me for hurting you!”

Levi picked you up before you were grabbed. “Don’t you dare try and touch her!”

“Please! I need forgiveness! PLEASE!”

Levi carried you out of the room as the man screamed. “Let’s get going.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “What do we do now?”

Levi squeezed you. “We go home.”

“Levi?”

He smiled at you. “We go home.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck. “Okay.”

Levi carried you to his car and put you in. He drove to a fast food place and grabbed things for you and him. He took you home and got you your meds before wrapping you up and leaving you on the sofa. “It’s getting cold.”

You hummed. “Yeah. I like the winter. Does it snow much here?”

“It does.” He gave you your food. “Enjoy.”

You devoured the food and hummed. “So good.”

Levi stared you down. “So, about what was said.”

You gulped your food down. “I’m not pregnant if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I…how do you know?”

You smiled at him. “I take one every month.”

Levi’s brows raised. “Really? Is that because of the whole being really fertile?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s normal for me to do it.”

Levi shuffled closer. “So, no pups?”

You looked at his cute wide-eyed sad look. “No pups.” You giggled as Levi whined at you. “Aww, it’s okay.” You petted his head as he nuzzled against the side of your breast. “We’ll have pups, I promise.”

Levi sniffed you and hummed in happiness. His tail thumped against the sofa as excitement filled him. “Pups.” He looked up at you. “Can we have pups?”

You nodded. “Yes.” You squealed when he pounced on you and slammed you against the sofa. “Wait!” You laughed as Levi gazed at you. “Not yet.”

He whined. “Okay.”

You fussed him. “I know you want to play, but no pup-making.”

Levi rested his chin on your chest and whined. “But pups.”

You hummed a laugh. “I know, but the cult wants us to have pups.”

“They want us to have pups, or to make a pup in front of them.”

You shivered. “Kind of weird.”

“Mm.”

You frowned a little. “Levi?”

He huffed a bit. “I don’t want people to watch me, but I would maybe like to try mating with a mirror. I umm…want to open you wide as you ride me so I can see. I want us both to look in the mirror as you do reverse cowgirl.”

You blushed. “That sounds really good.”

“You want to try?”

You nodded. “I do. I think it’ll be fun.”

Levi growled at you. “Me too.”

Levi growled in annoyance. “Tch, damn it!”

You walked over to Levi and hugged him from behind. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed and showed you an invite. “It’s the annual get-together for alphas and omegas. We meet up and take our mates.”

“Oh, really?”

He nodded. “We go to this special changing room when we get there, then we turn into our animal selves and just talk and get to know each other as our wolf selves and our partners.” He let out a long sigh. “They like me to go because I have the biggest pack.”

You hugged his arm. “When is it?”

“Tonight. It’s being held in this city.”

You smiled. “Why don’t we go?”

Levi blushed. “Well, I worry.”

“About what? You embarrassed to be seen with a rabbit?”

He gasped in horror. “No! Never! I’m just worried about the cult and you’re a rabbit walking into a wolf’s den. There’s going to be a lot of wolves and I just worry about you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

He hummed a little and looked it over. “But bunny…”

You kissed his cheek over and over. “It’ll be fun. You get to show me off.”

He smiled a little. “I do.” He hummed in thought. “Okay, okay, we’ll go.”

You jumped up and down. “Yay! I’ll get something nice on for me to arrive in.”

Levi chuckled as you ran off. “I’ll get a nice suit on then.”

You threw your clothes off and pulled on some nice underwear. “I’m actually matching.”

Levi smiled at you. “I like it when you wear odd underwear.”

“Thanks, but this event is special, so I have to look the part.”

“Honey, I don’t think they care about underwear.”

You ran over to your dresses. “Levi, you don’t understand how judgemental some ladies are.”

He frowned a little. “Must be tough being a lady.”

You pulled your dress on. “It’s hard, but there are good people and bad on all sides. I’m just happy I have good friends.”

“Me too. I want you to be safe and happy.”

You turned your back to Levi. “Thank you. Zip me?”

Levi stared at your back and growled. He ran his hands over your back. “Sure.” He nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled. “Delicious.”

“Levi, I don’t hear my dress being zipped up.”

Levi gulped and pulled back before zipping your dress up. “Done.”

“Thank you. Could you pull my tail out? It’s stuck.”

Levi put his hand through your tail hole and pulled your tail through. He purred and massaged it a little. “Tail.”

You wiggled your tail in his hand making him laugh. “You love my tail, don’t you?”

Levi nodded. “You have a scent gland there and it makes me feel good inside.”

You turned around and faced Levi. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “Now, do you want to do the honours of unbinding my arm?”

He lifted you up and carried you to the kitchen. He sat you on the counter and unwrapped your arm for you. “Looks good.”

You nodded. “Only a few scars. Can’t believe it’s been six months since the attack.”

He kissed each scar and hummed. “My poor bunny.”

“I’m okay.”

He sighed. “I know, but poor bunny.”

You giggled. “I’m all better now thanks to you. So, party?”

Levi lifted you off the counter and called for a taxi. “We’ll get to drink if we get a taxi there.” He led you outside to the autopilot car. He sat in the front with you and tapped in where you wanted to go. “Don’t leave my side, okay?”

You nodded. “I’ll stick with you, I promise.”

“Good.”

You snuggled up to Levi and hugged his side. “It’ll be fun.”

He sighed. “I just hope people are nice to you.” He gulped hard. “I’m the only wolf to not have a wolf mate.”

You squealed in delight. “You’re special!”

He smiled. “Yeah, I am.”

You kissed his cheek a lot. “Super special.”

Levi hummed as he felt love fill him. “I am.”

“You’re the best boy in the world.”

“I am!”

“You’re the best lover, best mate and best alpha.”

Levi pounced on you and showered you in kisses. “That’s me! I’m so good!”

You laughed as he covered you in kisses. “I love you, Levi.”

He looked down at you with a smile and his tail wagging. “I love you more than anything.”

You looked at the car as it beeped. “Oh, we’re here.”

Levi climbed off you and helped you out of the car. “Alright, we’re here now.”

You walked with him to the grand entrance. “Wow.”

Levi sighed. “Alpha Levi Ackerman and his mate” Levi smiled as he said your name “Ackerman.”

You blushed. “That’s right, I’m bonded to you so I’m your wife.”

He nodded. “That’s right.”

The attendant nodded. “Got you here.” She handed over a keycard. “Here is your room key. Just head there and change. You’ll also be staying in the room for the night. We’ve given you the penthouse as you are our alpha.”

“Thank you.”

You gasped as Levi walked with you inside. “The penthouse?”

He hummed. “They make a big deal over me. I’m a simple man.”

“But rich.”

He blushed a little. “Yeah.” He pressed the button in the lift for his floor. “At least everything is easy access for when we are our animal forms.”

You nodded. “You’re right.”

Levi looked over at you. “You look stunning by the way.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you. You look incredible in your suit.”

Levi slipped his hands on your hips and tugged you close. He kissed you and moaned in delight. “You taste good today.”

You giggled. “Well, there’s a reason for that.” You pulled him out of the lift and into the penthouse. “Pretty.”

Levi hummed and looked around. He glanced at you. “Hey, bunny? When is your next pregnancy test?”

You blushed a little. “Tomorrow, why?”

He ruffled his hair. “Well, you taste different and smell nicer.”

You slipped your shoes off and grabbed a drink. “Well, I think I’m close to my cycle of very high fertility.”

He hummed. “You smell different than normal.”

You grabbed a drink. “I’m not pregnant.”

He took the drink from you. “No alcohol.”

You huffed. “Levi.”

He kissed you. “Please.”

You nibbled your lip. “I understand.”

He put the drink down. “I know you don’t think you are and maybe it’s because you don’t want to be pregnant-.”

“Levi, that’s not-.”

He held his hand up. “I get it. It’s expected of a rabbit to make lots of little ones. I understand you’re scared and you want to be different, you want to be a rabbit others look up to, you want to be different. I know how much you hate your body, how fertile it is and how you have to take so much medication to combat it. I know how you hate how people just see you as a country bumpkin baby-making thing.” He blushed and held your hands. “I see you as this beautiful mate. You’re an incredible woman to me. You worked so hard to make your Ramen Warren. You fought against all odds. You fought against people’s idea of what a rabbit person is. You’re so strong, stronger than you think you are.” He pulled you close. “You are beyond beautiful to me. I know it’s hard, really hard for you. I can’t imagine how hard things are for you.” He tapped his forehead against yours. “I adore you. You’re my everything. I love you so much and I would like little ones, but if you don’t then I’m okay with it. I’ll get the snip.”

You welled up. “Levi.” You jumped into his arms. “Levi!”

He held you tightly. “I love you. I love you so fucking much. I know this is a hard subject for you. Please, tell me what you would like. I’ll do anything you ask of me.” He dropped to his knees before you and looked up at you. “Anything you say, I’ll do. If you told me to leave you alone and never touch you again, I would. If you told me to rot in hell, I’d do everything I could to do that. If you wanted to put a collar on me and treat me like a weak pet, I’d do that.”

You dropped to your knees and hugged Levi tightly. “I would never ask you to do any of those things!” You cupped his face. “I love you. I love you so much. You are my everything. You protect me and love me so deeply and dearly.” You kissed him and hummed in delight. “I want kids with you. I really want kids with you. I want them so badly, but I am so scared and worried about everything and I’m scared I won’t be a good mother, that it’ll hurt a lot, that I won’t give you good pups, that I can’t give you a bunny, that I might be weak.”

Levi held you tightly against his chest. “You’ll be incredible as a mother. You are stronger than you think and make healthy pups.” He nuzzled against your face. “It’s okay if we don’t have a single bunny.”

“Are you sure?”

He looked at your cute pleading look. “Oh, I’m very sure.”

You smiled softly. “I’m glad you’re okay with it.”

Levi watched you get up and go to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”

You blushed a little. “Toilet. I’m also going to do a test.” You showed him your purse. “I always keep a test on me.”

“O-Oh.”

You gulped hard. “I-I’ll be right b-back.” You paused a moment. “I umm…hope it’s positive.”

Levi’s tail wagged fast. “M-me too!”

You walked in and went to the bathroom and used the test. You left the bathroom and held the test in both hands as you stared at the analyser. “Mm, it’s taking a while.”

Levi ran over. “It is!?”

You nodded. “Means I am and it’s determining something.”

“Something?”

You blushed bright red. “H-How many. Remember? I warned you that having just one isn’t normal for my kind.”

Levi held your upper arms. “So?”

You nibbled your lip and saw the results. You gasped at the results. “T…t…twins…”

Levi gasped and looked down at the test to see it said pregnant with twins. “Ah…we…we did it!”

You nodded. “We did.”

He hummed in thought to try and work out when it happened. The bonding mark with you happened just over a year ago. You came back and your place had burned down. You worked with Levi to design a new place over the months as he kept you close. Then the attack happened with Mason and your arm. It took about six months for you to heal up fully and here you were. He couldn’t believe a year had gone by. It seemed so small of a time with so much happening. You’d celebrated birthdays together, but you both didn’t want to make a massive deal over your birthdays. It then clicked in his head what it was. The anniversary of getting the bond. You both had made love and it had lined up with an extra fertile day for you.

You giggled. “Our anniversary.”

Levi nodded. “Yes.” He smiled softly. “So much time has gone by since we bonded. I’m sorry six of those months were of you healing and learning to use your hand again.”

You bounced up and down. “I’m okay. I’m happy with you and I’m in love.”

He smiled softly. “Me too.” He kissed you softly. “I promise you this next year together will be better.”

You smiled. “I know it will be.”

He held you. “I’m sorry you’re expecting so early.”

“It’s not upsetting. I’m excited. Plus, this was expected anyway. We both knew that when we got together as a couple, it was only a matter of time before my contraception gave up.” You giggled. “I’m shocked it took a year.”

Levi pouted hard. “I tried hard.”

You laughed. “I know, but we both had contraception. I’m impressed actually. We managed to get me pregnant even though we were both protected.” You put your result in your purse. “We should get going.”

Levi blushed when your clothes dropped and you hopped out as a white rabbit. “Cute.” He eyed your eyes and loved how you looked like you have black eyeliner on. “So cute.”

You hummed a laugh. “Come on Levi.”

Levi’s clothes dropped to the floor. He stepped out of his suit and shook hard. “Ah, better.”

You hopped right up to Levi and leaned up on your back legs and licked Levi’s snout. “Handsome.”

He lay on the floor with his tail wagging fast. “Thank you. Oh, hop on my back. You have precious cargo.”

You giggled and hopped onto his back and wiggled a little into his fur and placed your front paws onto his head. “Ready.”

Levi trotted out of the room and into the lift. “Could you press the floor?”

You leaned over and pressed the button with your paw. “Got it.” You sat back on him. “I’m excited.”

“What do you think about names?”

You pressed your face against Levi’s head and hummed in thought. “Well, I don’t know if we have two girls, two boys or a boy and a girl.”

Levi gasped. “A boy and a girl would be great.”

You hummed as he trotted to the main hall. “That would be great.”

“So, we’ll be having pups?”

“Yes.”

He hummed. “No chance of a bunny?”

You giggled. “Maybe. It’ll be rare, but not something I’ll rule out.”

“Okay.”

“Levi!” A big golden wolf bounded over with a feminine voice. “Leviiii!” She skidded over to a stop. “Hi! I’m so glad you made it!” She paused and sniffed the air. She tilted her head and spied you on his back. “A rabbit?”

Levi hummed. “She’s my mate.”

She gasped. “Wait, an alpha like you mated with a rabbit!?”

“Yes, you have a problem with that?” He growled at her. “I’ll rip you apart if you do.”

She walked closer and sniffed you. “You are so pretty!”

You gasped. “R-Really?”

Her tail started wagging. “You are beyond adorable! Levi, show her off more!”

Levi growled. “No.”

“Come ooon!”

Levi walked away. “Stop bothering us.”

You hummed a little. “Levi, you could have been nicer.”

“I don’t want them sniffing around my pregnant mate.”

You sighed. “Levi.”

He sat in a corner of the room. He turned his head and bit the scruff of your neck. He put you down in front of him. “Do you want anything? I could get you a drink.”

You nuzzled his fluffy chest. “I’m okay, daddy.”

Levi’s fur puffed up at the name and his tail started wagging. “Th-that sounds good.”

You wiggled your tail as you looked up at him. “Or would you prefer dad?”

“I like both.”

“Well, then we’ll get the pups to use both. They’ll call you dada first.”

He lay down and whined as he wagged his tail. “I love that.”

You giggled. “I think it suits you well.”

“Mama, mummy, mum.”

You licked his cheek. “I love them.”

“Levi!” Four wolves walked over, the one leading them was a grey wolf. He sat down and looked at you. “That a white rabbit?”

Levi put his paw on you and moved you close. “Go near her and I rip you apart.”

You peered around Levi and introduced yourself. “I’m mated to Levi.”

The grey fox gasped. “Really? That’s wonderful.” He leaned closer. “You are a beautiful thing. You smell so nice too. It’s nice to see progression and you two are the start of it all.” He hummed a laugh. “You are just so pretty!”

His mate giggled. “She’s a darling! This city is really progressing.”

A male dark brown wolf hummed. “You make a good match. You smell so good. Who knew rabbits were so desirable?”

The cream-coloured mate next to him sighed. “You thinking of leaving me for a rabbit?”

He chuckled. “No, my love. You’re my bonded mate, my everything.”

You gasped. “Bonded mates really are respected, huh?”

The grey nodded. “That’s right. Bonding is for life and we don’t just bond with anyone, we only bond with those we love and care about deeply.”

“So cute. Ah, I feel so small compared to you all. I kind of thought you’d be mean and hate on me, which would upset Levi. I really don’t want Levi to be upset.” You snuggled up to Levi as everyone awed at you. You were a little embarrassed and flustered by the fuss being made about you. “Levi.”

Levi whispered to you as everyone talked about you. “Are you okay?”

You whined. “This was fun, but I’m kind of…I don’t like the fuss being made about me.”

“Do you want to go back to the room?”

You sighed. “We came here to meet others.”

“We don’t have to stay. Besides, you’re carrying twins and you need to rest.”

You wiggled a little and moved closer to him. “Okay, let’s go back.”

He bit your scruff and lifted you. “Come on.”

You blushed and whined as Levi carried you past wolves asking questions about you and awing over how pretty you were. “Levi?”

Levi ran to the lift and lifted you up. “Press.”

You pressed the button as wolves ran closer. “Ah! Levi!”

He pulled back as the doors closed in time. “We’re safe.” He sat and sighed. He put you down. “Sorry about that. I didn’t think they’d go so crazy for you.”

“I wasn’t expecting it either.”

He smiled softly. “Well, I’ll keep you safe. I will always strive to keep you safe.” He picked you up and carried you inside the penthouse. He put you down and turned into his normal self and locked the door. “We should be safe.”

You turned into your normal self and wrapped up in the hotel dressing gown and slipped on the free slippers as well. “Comfy.”

Levi walked past you naked and pulled on his set. “Do you want to try anything? We got this place free.”

You walked outside to see a jacuzzi. “Ooow, naked jacuzzi time. Could you order some room service?”

Levi nodded and tapped on the machines. “Foods coming.”

“Great!”

Levi waited by the machine as you slipped into the water. He grabbed the tray and walked over to you. “Drink up and eat.”

You grabbed your drink and sipped. “So, about me having pups.”

“Hmm?”

You blushed a little. “Do…do I have to change my diet?”

He nodded. “A little. You’ll need more protein.”

“That’s okay!”

He kissed the side of your head. “I’ll take good care of you. We’ll keep the pups quiet due to the cult.”

You nodded. “I was going to suggest that. Just until the cult is dealt with.”

“I’ll stop them. I promise.”

You hugged Levi. “I know you will.”

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Notes: This is a purely self-indulgent and very lighthearted AU and if I’m the only one who is enjoying themselves with it, that’s all that really matters. TBCH I’m not sure where I’m going with it and I know this isn’t very good or perfectly in character, but I’m having a good time and it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything, so I’m okay with it if I’m just writing a messy little crash into hello.

The Universe Won’t Wait for You

Outside the ruined temple, dark clouds gathered and howling winds carried the metallic tang of summer storms. Heady incense drifted from inside, where the flicker of braziers cast statues of forgotten gods in stark chiaroscuro. Yet, under the wind and crackle of flames, the air hung still and silent, charged with the promise of lightning.

The jungle crept up around the ancient stones. Gnarled vines threatened to drag the crumbling archway back into its depths. Fragments of cracked and chipping mosaics peered through the leaves, their tiles scattered across the floor with the trees’ detritus.

The roof had long since caved in and the once gilt friezes lining the main hall were now washed almost smooth. The faceless figures posed in the uncanny silence, leading the way to the sanctuary.

At the altar, a group of very annoyed people stood over the unconscious leader of a dragon cult and his scattered cards, having narrowly averted the end of the world for the third time in as many months. The timing was inconvenient for everybody involved and it was universally agreed upon that it would have been better if these assholes had waited until next weekend to try and destroy the world.

“So if we beat the megalomaniac of the week, why isn’t the portal going away?” Tea asked, vaguely gesturing to the swirling silvery distortion above the altar.

“I keep telling you nerds it’s not a portal.” Although against his will and his better judgement, the geek squad had grown on Seto Kaiba like E. coli on room temperature meat, he would still sooner saw off his own hands with a rusty spoon than admit it.

“We could always leave it alone,” Bakura said, disdainfully looking over one of the cultist’s discarded scrolls before rerolling it. “His Latin was terrible. It probably won’t do anything.”

“It won’t do anything because it’s a not a portal.” Their group would have it found it infinitely more worrying if he didn’t insist that the latest near apocalypse had a logical explanation. As of late, he’d settled on saying that anything he couldn’t immediately explain wasn’t magic, just science they didn’t understand yet. Everyone might have appreciated this a bit more if not for how often they had to deal with the fallout of his attempts to understand the science. “Watch.”

He picked up one of the scattered cards (rare, but only good for niche dragon decks and he would notadmit that he would have found this clown’s cards useful) and tossed it towards the floating mass. It passed through without incident and collided with the back wall.

“Wheeler could make something more convincing.” He rolled his eyes. This entire escapade had been a nuisance. He still wasn’t sure how he’d been talked into it. The others certainly hadn’t just mentioned that they needed a ride.

“Yeah, these guys tried to take our dragons cards and dragged us out here to show us some crappy holograms,” Joey replied.

“You would believe a bunch of delusional lunatics.”

Yugi paused checking on the cult leader and decided to head this off before it became serious.

“Guys, stop fighting!” he said, his voice quiet and gentle, yet brokering very little argument. When he realized that Kaiba was gearing up for an argument, he added, “You’re wasting time and the sooner we figure this thing out, the sooner we can leave.”

“Whatever,” he said, turning dramatically, letting his coat flare behind him. “I’m going to figure out what’s going on because some of us have jobs to get back to.”

“You’re self-employed!” the blond shot after him.

While he examined a pile of rubble on the far wall for a projector or an off switch, the others looked over the altar and scrolls. He was just about to shift some stones out of the way when lightning split the sky.

The portal flared and spun wildly. Roaring thunder followed close behind and a glowing thing shot from the portal before it collapsed upon itself as if it had never existed.

“Kaiba look out!” Yugi shouted. “That thing’s headed straight for…”

“It’s a hologram,” he shouted back, gesturing dismissively at the thing barreling towards him without actually looking at it. “It’s not like it can hurt…”

The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, his ears ringing, and struggling for a full breath.

When he regained enough sense to figure out what was going on around him, he realized that his arms were wrapped around something warm and solid. The thing thrummed under his hands, like working on an ungrounded circuit. He came around to a curtain of white and a pair of horribly familiar blue eyes.

The woman shot back, her fingers splayed across his chest, her face contorting in stunned confusion. She started to speak, her voice raspy and quiet, stumbling over words in a language he didn’t understand. Yet even without knowing the words, he got the sentiment.

“What. The. Fuck.”

This couldn’t be real. She couldn’t be real. He must have cracked his head when he hit the ground. She had to be a hallucination or a hologram or…he didn’t know, he couldn’t think clearly enough to figure out what specific kind of nonsense was going on.

Somewhere off in the distance, the nerds said something, but it was like listening under water. And as much as he wanted to shout at them to shut up so he could focus, the words stuck in his throat.

He knew her. From that trip to Egypt. Her name was…

No. No.

This wasn’t happening. The world didn’t work this way. People did not just fall out of holes in the sky. He’d been dragged kicking and screaming into accepting that maybe the supernatural bullshit that followed him around possibly had some merit, but thiswas a step too far.

None of this made any sense. Kis…She was impossible. You couldn’t just fling someone through space and time with badly mangled Latin. It took energy. It took machinery. Complex math, things that went beep, big red buttons that gave the nerds heart attacks when he pushed them.

(But these idiots were trying to summon a dragon, weren’t they?)

This violated so many different laws of physics. There must be another explanation. He just had to keep calm and think of it. His heart hammered against his chest. Every time he almost had a grasp on this, he caught her eyes, and any theory beyond rote denial slipped away.

She couldn’t be real. He’d barely thought of her since that trip. Whatever, whoever, she was, it was the past. It didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. He had to focus on figuring out how the hell some loser cultists managed time travel with some incense and dead lizards, no if they managed time travel some incense and dead lizards, when, despite his disregard for the laws of men and gods, even he was still mostly beholden to thermodynamics.

They probably hadn’t. There had to be something in the incense.

Still, the logical part of his brain told him that even his best holograms didn’t feel this real and there was no logical way they knew what she looked like. Her heartbeat fluttered under his hands. She smelled like prison grime and ozone and petrichor.

So a hallucination then. But everyone else kept talking. He still couldn’t really hear them, but maybe they could see her too. Or that was just another facet of his concussed delusion. But if this was a hallucination, then why couldn’t he understand her? He’d never hallucinated in a language he didn’t understand before.

Not a hologram. Not a hallucination. Where did that leave him? Flat on his back on a cold stone floor with a dead woman straddling his waist and the growing certainty that he would never live this down.

Again, she leaned in, her head tilted to the side. Time slowed as she brought a hand to his face and his heart beat too steady to be truly calm as she studied him. She was so small. He could easily throw her off and get away, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t even look away as the world shrank down to just the two of them.

She didn’t look quite the same as in the memory. She didn’t seem half so fragile. Her long, pale hair was tangled and her face prematurely lined. Her dress was more a collection of mismatched patches than an actual garment. Bruises and scars bloomed along her arms and collarbone amid patches of thick, almost scaly looking skin.

He wondered if the memory, vision, whatever it was, was accurate. How much of what he knew about her was true? How much had been made up by someone who’d never met her to fit her role in the game? Did it even matter? He was his own person, why should he care about her just because of a supposed connection to the Blue Eyes White Dragon?

Yet despite everything going on, she seemed alert and curious, determined to figure out what exactly just happened, whereas he had to remind himself to keep breathing.

Just before her rough, calloused fingers brushed his jaw, a jolt of static leapt between them. She reeled back, her pupils snapping into narrow slits. Thin, cracking lips curled back over sharp teeth in an inhuman hiss. Her shoulders flexed and he half expected wings to unfurl from her back.

Then she must have caught sight of the others because she shrank back, trembling. A horrible charge built under his hands. He willed himself move just enough to let go.

She scrambled away, breathing in sharp, hissing gasps. Upon reaching the far wall, she shot up a crumbling pillar and crouched as far back on the bottom ledge of a frieze as she could manage and stared down in horror as the first few drops of rain fell through the broken ceiling.

He stared back, the concussed or drugged or shocked daze lifting just enough to drag himself to a sitting position.

She was impossible. But her eyes were electric bright and she’d felt like a damn live wire in his hands. He hadn’t figured out the physics behind this yet, but he understood one thing.

Kisara was very real.

#Gray writes stuff #Kisara #Blueshipping #seto kaiba #AU: this might as well happen #I know this isn't that good but it's been so long since i've finished anything IDGAF #I'm effectively posting a warm up piece but i'm kind of alright with it #also kaiba is exactly what im looking for in a cosmic chewtoy

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Kira Burai AU

"All these years, and things are finally about to get interesting on Earth again, huh? Sorry to interrupt, miss, but you've got something of mine..."

The nightmare is over. Has been for five years. Kira is dead, and everyone knows it. A new god raises hell against the world, the international terrorist organization, PROXY. They take credit for the death of Kira, and bombing the Kira Task Force headquarters, and leaving Yagami Light in a coma he will probably never wake from. They don’t talk about what they did to L, but the videos leaked onto the dark web speak for themselves.

The world has moved on, but not everyone has. L is troubled by more than just lingering pain. His reputation as the world’s greatest detective is tarnished. Most of the former Task Force officers refuse to acknowledge him. Criminals he’d thought were dealt with keep resurfacing, sensing weakness, craving revenge. And he’ll never get that justice he promised after all. Light’s memory haunts him worse than any ghost - the memory of a man he may have, may have, seen as more than a murder suspect.

He goes by Hikaru now.

It’s been five years and Briar Gillespie is doing okay. She’s all grown up and in the big city of Tokyo, like she always knew she would. Her missionary parents long returned to America, she’s made a nice little life for herself. She works, she bakes, she feeds strays, she is happy. But in the back of her mind she hasn’t forgotten the only god she’s ever truly believed in, and her wish for a peaceful world shattered once again by painful reality.

It takes just one person to change the path of fate. And when a Death Note shoots into her life like a bullet from a gun, Briar makes her decision.

FAQ:

What is this AU?

This is what happens when I have too much time on my hands and a lot of friends to bounce ideas off of.

No but really - this AU is about an ex Kira cultist who gets her hands on a Death Note and decides to become an Angel for her dead god. Except Kira isn’t technically dead, and L and the police are not the only problems she needs to worry about. Meanwhile, L returns to Japan on the hunt for a serial killer he once believed put away for good. What’s gonna happen when L and Briar meet? Let’s find out together!

Who are you?

I'm Coffee! Or Jason if you like that better. As of writing I'm 31 years old, and I've been doing this since I was at least 13. You are in good hands, I promise, I mostly know what I'm doing. I live in the USA on the East Coast, more in the south than the north, and within driving distance of the beach. Unfortunately for me, I like the beach better in theory than in practice. What I do like are cats - I'd love to see yours!

What can I expect from this blog?

Pretty much what you'd get from any fandom blog I guess. Headcanons, reblogs of fanart or memes or character analysis, that kind of stuff, all sfw. My created content will always be centered on this au, of course.

What’s your stance on shipping?

I have a fondness for Lawlight so that will pop up now and then, mostly in the past tense since Light is, uh, kinda in a coma right now. I don’t have anything in mind for other ships - doesn’t mean they won’t show up, I just don’t have ideas for any.

Any trigger warnings I should know about?

Transphobia [L is trans]

Anti foreigner attitudes

Torture

General 'period typical' bigotry and attitudes in general

Will add more as I think of them

Tags - for organizing and finding things:

To be determined

#burai au #death note au #death note #death note oc #l death note #death note fic #death note fanfiction

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 3 years

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I've mentioned this before a few times but seriously imagine if instead of Maya having to die (let's be real), Ava got Tyreen's powers and realizes being a Siren actually isn't as cool as it seems cuz whoops thousands of people are now hunting you for sport or experimentation and you can't touch anyone anymore without accidentally hurting them. You may now regret begging for the siren curse. Also, we'd actually get to see Maya train Ava as a Siren AND see what the phaseleech powers would have been like if they weren't broken between two people and the Phasewalk/lock powers weren't thrown into the mix.

Yes I'm still on this alt. Scenario because I think it would have been really cool and helped develop Ava as a character since her entire thing up until Maya's death was literally just "I'm going to be a Siren Vault Hunter" and then at the end of the story she just gets it without really working for any of it or even being prominent in the plot at all. She shows up, like, twice and then disappears until Troy dies. She literally just shows up at the end of the Troy fight and gets powers for that cutscene. I don't hate Ava but I will admit that was kind of a 'forced' moment for me. I knew what they were trying for, but damn they really missed the mark trying to make Ava Maya's lil trainee cuz we barely see them interact, and Maya isn't even alive long enough after her introduction to have the two of them talk beyond arguing. Im guessing a lot of their interactions were cut, and maybe also because Athenas was only a single map, but still.

And yeah okay for Ava to get powers, Maya dies and I guess that can be considered a drawback for her, but let's be real the issue I truly have with this whole thing is that Ava doesn't even work a BIT on screen to prove to the players she's a good choice (and in fact 2 of her most prominent moments are her disobeying a fan favorite character that then dies- it doesn't help her case). Maya dies, but that's not Ava's fault imo, and so Ava does literally nothing the whole story (I'm down for arguments either way, but the minute Maya decided holding Troy physically instead of using her Phaselock was somehow the better option when she knows at least one of those siblings can give others the deadly suck by physically touching them, my brain just shuts off) and she also learns nothing. If anything, she probably learns that if she just yells it enough at people, she'll get what she wants, cuz that's pretty much the extent of what she does in the main story beyond being sad and lockpicking (u wanna leave Athenas? Okay. You get your wish. You wanna be a Siren? Okay. Here's some powers. You wanna be a Vault Hunter? Okay. Here's the ship. Everything she yells about in the beginning of the game is handed to her just because um. Maya, I guess. She earns none of it herself). If, instead of it being Maya's powers, she got Tyreen's powers as one last "fuck you" to the Raiders, I think it'd make it feel a bit more like she's not just being handed everything she wants without working for any of it or learning a lesson because plot. Her character doesn't really change from the start of the story to the end, except that she's a bit sad that Maya died. It just feels so wrong. Idk. I think it'd be pretty cool if Ava accidentally hurt someone in the Raiders because she couldn't control her new powers so she could have that "oh shit" realization moment that a) being a Siren isn't all it's chalked up to be and b) she's gonna have to work to get her powers under control or risk hurting everyone around her. Her having that hurdle I think would have made a lot more people at the very least appreciate her as a character instead of calling for her death (yikes!)

Uh. Yeah. I have no idea what came over me to write this. I think Ava's biggest flaw to me is that she had Potential to be a good character but the writing fell flat under her. It started a story with her and then dropped it (like another character we know 🤔 his name rhymes with... boy), so she never really develops or learns beyond getting sad that Maya is gone. I don't hate her, but I can see why some people would, tho it's not really "her" fault, it's the writing, if that makes any sense.

Also, interesting note, I do consider Roland's death to be because Lilith ignored Angel's request and showed up, unlike Maya's. I don't think Jack would have shown up in control core Angel unless he thought there was very, very good reason to, and Lilith was Right There for the taking. He seemed to even plan that out, having the collar on him and everything, and Angel knew to warn them specifically because of that. Before that, Angel tells Jack that Maya is incapable of processing eridium like her (either due to ignorance or a desire to stop Maya from having a similar fate to her own) so Jack wouldn't have brought the collar for Maya. That said, it's fully Jack's fault Roland died and the blood is on his hands, I just don't think the situation would have played out the same without Lilith there.

Unlike that, I think the situation in the Vault of the Rampager would have happened regardless if Ava showed up or not. I always assumed the cutscene that happens when you 'leave' the Vault is actually what's happening while you're inside, and when the VHs walk out, Ava is alone.

If that's the case then Maya would have been alone when the twins showed up, and probably would have been done for like Lilith was, as Lilith is supposedly the More Powerful Siren. We'll never know for sure, but I get the feeling things would have played out pretty much the same. It's not like the twins showed up for Ava, they wanted the Rampager, and the Rampager was already dead when Ava made herself known. Maya's alone, against 2 cult leaders with no way of contacting the other VHs cuz they're in the Vault and Tannis is the only one who apparently can (since Maya does not have a freaky live action pop up ad, good for her) and echoing is a no go as it's established connection is awful down below the city. She can only Phaselock 1 person at a time, so she either Phaselocks Tyreen (if she even can) and gets dusted by Troy, or she Phaselocks Troy and gets her powers stolen (and probably killed or left to die by cultist) by Tyreen. No winning for her. It would have happened regardless if Ava was there or not, so people blaming Ava for Maya's death should probably just blame the finalized script.

I don't think it's right to blame either Lilith or Ava for their respective loved one's death. Like yeah Jack wouldn't have gotten that opportunity to kill Roland had Lilith not shown up, but Jack wasn't suddenly forced to pull the trigger because Lilith showed up. He did that all by himself. Similarly, Ava not showing up wouldn't have stopped the twins from attacking Maya. She just changed the topic of conversation a lil bit. And Ava has all the combat ability of thin air at this point, so her appearance or non-apperance made no difference whatsoever when it was Maya vs the twins.

Oh God I've been typing for like an hour BYE bed time for me

#Borderlands #H2o au #Borderlands 3 #Bl3

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Ashen, excerpt 2

Last time was mostly a big tease. This time, Boris returns to the abbey for the first time in years. It doesn’t go well.

Working title: Ashen Characters in this clip: Takao, Kai, Max, Boris and Kinomiya Tatsuya Setting: 7 years after season one, Russia, the abbey Summary: Volkov has escaped from prison, attacked PPB headquarters and taken back Black Dranzer. The Russian boys have been living with the PPB, and were used and hurt in the attack. Yuriy left with Volkov for unknown reasons. Daitenji Kogoro has gathered the troops and sent them to Russia to find out what Volkov is up to. Meanwhile, Kai’s grandfather is on his deathbed, and Kai is struggling to deal with it.

A stray wind mumbled and whined through the colonnades of Volkov Abbey. In that desolate courtyard no summer lived, only barren winter. The stones were black, the shadows cold, and doorways yawned like sucking mouths while broken windows gave a sharp, jagged edge to the scene.

For a while, Takao, his dad, Max, Kai and Boris stood silent in the middle of the open courtyard, a little overwhelmed by the sheer depressive atmosphere, wondering what on earth they were supposed to find here.

“Home sweet home!” Boris exclaimed suddenly, before laughing uproariously at their startled expressions.

A door opened up ahead. Takao vaguely recalled it leading to the mess hall where the BBA had eaten on their first visit here, years ago.

“That’s probably our liaison,” Dad said and headed towards the young woman who had just stepped outside and was waving.

“Hello, everyone!” she said as they came to meet her. “My name is Myrna Lebedev. I’m supposed to show you around this place?”

She didn’t look much older than the boys. With her ash-blonde hair and glasses, turtleneck sweater and long jeans, she seemed a big-sisterly type.

They shook hands with her in turn.

“You worked here after it was shut down?” Dad asked.

She nodded, gesturing for them to follow her down the pillared walkway towards the fat, looming tower where Takao and Zangief had battled.

Where was Zangief now? Takao wondered. Was he happy?

“I was on the team that mapped this place out, initially. Strangest job I ever did. The police had been here and cleared out all the kids and those cultists of course, but when we first went down to explore, someone almost died; there were traps everywhere!”

“Not traps,” Boris said. “Training gauntlets. You had to be ready all the time.”

She stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry. Were you ...?” She looked at them in turn.

Max and Takao shook their heads and pointed at Kai and Boris. “Not us.”

Myrna looked at them all a little longer. “You are strange. I was told a group from Japan wanted to see the abbey, so I thought you’d be like the usual tourists.”

“This place gets tourists?” Boris asked, and then started laughing again. “Oh god. Can I work here too? I could be an attraction.”

Kai frowned at him. “We’re not here for pleasure,” he said firmly, voice a little hoarse from his long silence in the car. “The man who ran this place, Vladimir Volkov, has escaped from prison and is in possession of an old weapon of his. We’re looking for any clues as to what that weapon is capable of.”

“Oh!” Myrna’s dark eyes grew very big behind her glasses. “I see. That ... wasn’t really in my instructions ... I’m not supposed to let you wander much on your own or ... well, go that deep, but ...”

“If you need to, we can shut you in one of the cells while we look,” Boris suggested, possibly seriously. “If you need an excuse.”

Myrna certainly thought he was serious, and if her eyes grew any bigger now, they would pop out.

“We won’t do that,” Max said quickly. “But we would be very grateful if you’d let us explore a bit. We won’t tell anyone. It’s very important that we stop Volkov from using the weapon.”

She cocked her head to the side. “But why do you have to stop him?” she asked innocently. “Who are you?”

Kai’s impatience got the better of him then, and he strode past her towards the door.

Boris watched him go, his jesting finished. “We are the ones who let him have it in the first place.”

It grew immediately colder as they plunged into the darkness of the abbey, and more so when they began to descend underground. Takao wished he had worn a proper sweater, like Myrna, but Dad had told him to bring one and he hadn’t done it so he couldn’t complain or Dad would say “I told you so”.

Myrna told them a little bit about the history of the place as they walked, how Borg had purchased the abbey from a group of monks that might, in hindsight, actually have been forced to part with it and silenced afterwards, and how these hallways, once cellars for storing food and other things, had been dug out until they encompassed a labyrinth of rooms and tunnels, where Borg could carry out their clandestine plans.

“What does clandestine mean,” asked Boris, and once Max had explained it, he declared it his new favourite word. “Holy shit, we were so clandestine. Clandestine is now my middle name. You can call me Boris Clandestine Kuznetsov.”

“And now it’s lost all meaning,” Max said.

Kai was continually a little ahead of them, and eventually Takao’s dad called after him. “Kai, where are you leading us?”

“To Volkov’s office,” he replied.

“Really?” Boris said. “Then you’re going the wrong way.”

Kai came stalking back. “I am not going the wrong way; it’s down here and to the left. Don’t fucking mess with me, Kuznetsov.”

Boris grinned wickedly. “That’s Clandestine Kuznetsov to you.”

For a moment, Kai’s face was white with rage, but he only turned on his heel and walked on. Takao looked to Max and found him looking back in concern. Kai’s reactions were way out of proportion lately.

“Sorry about him,” Takao said to Myrna.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She shook her head disarmingly. “It can’t be easy being back here.”

“I don’t know,” said Boris. “I’m getting the warm fussies myself.”

“Are you sure Kai-kun should be down here?” Dad asked Takao in an undertone.

“Leave him to us,” Takao whispered back. “You just look for whatever it is Daitenji-san wants you to find.”

When they caught up to Kai, he was waiting in front of the door which, as it turned out, did indeed lead to Volkov’s office. Myrna unlocked the door with her bunch of keys, and they stepped inside.

It was empty. Not just nobody’s-here empty, but stripped completely bare. It was just a room, panelled in green and beige, with pale squares on the walls where pictures had hung or cabinets stood and preserved the original colours.

Kai made a dissatisfied sound.

“Did you check for hidden rooms when you were emptying the place?” Dad asked Myrna.

“Yes and no. We had the building’s blueprints, and we did find some discrepancies and discover some rooms that weren’t noted, but we didn’t go knocking on every wall to find sliding panels or things like that.” She laughed a little.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Dad said, looking at Kai for confirmation. “Seems the most likely place he’d hide any particularly sensitive information, right?”

Kai inclined his head. “That was my thought.”

“You two do that,” Max said. “Boris can show me and Takao around meanwhile.”

Myrna came with them, and for a while they wandered from room to room. As Boris led them past dormitories, communal showers, training rooms, recreational facilities and secret corners, he seemed increasingly to veer between high and low spirits. He’d stand for a long time staring at the place where his bed had once stood, and then he’d crack jokes while they walked to the next place.

They came around a corner and were faced with a row of rusting cells, some with their doors ajar. Takao remembered Kai saying he had seen Zangief in a cell all those years ago. Maybe it had been one of these.

“I wonder what happened to Zangief?” he said out loud, idly moving the nearest door back and forth and making the hinges scream and creak.

“He was probably rescued by the BBA,” Max said, eternally optimistic.

“Zangief ...” Boris said slowly. “He was lucky. If he had beaten you, he would have advanced, gone to train with Baba Yaga.” As Takao moved on, Boris took over the door he had left, swinging it back and forth, back and forth, creak, creak, creak, creak. “He would have regretted that fast.” A bit of laughter, low in his throat. His face was lost in shadow. “Zangief was weak.” Creak, creak, creak, creak.

“Boris?” Max was watching him warily.

“Baba would have eaten him alive.” The ceiling light glinted off the edge of his sharp, sharp smile. “Then again, they say that’s what she does to the ones in the cells to.” Another laugh, like quacking. Creak, creak, creak. And then he stopped and stood very, very still. Trembling.

Suddenly, Max grabbed Myrna and Takao and shoved them into the nearest cell, slamming the door behind them. Takao shoved at it, but the lock had sprung; it was shut fast.

“Max!”

“Stay there!” he said, giving them a warning look.

Boris had twitched when the door banged shut, and now he turned slowly towards Max.

“Max, why did you do that?” Takao pressed himself up against the bars.

Myrna was going through her mess of keys and muttering stressfully to herself. “Is it this one or this one or this one? Not that one. Okay, this is scary. This one? No, no ...”

“Be quiet!” Max commanded. He drew a careful breath, inhaling and exhaling. “Boris? Boris, please step into the light for me.”

Boris didn’t move, but Takao could hear him breathing now, a harsh whistling sound like he was in pain.

“Mama told me that you usually get a bit manic before an episode,” Max said gently. “That’s how I knew.”

“Max,” Takao hissed. “Get out of here!”

But Max shook his head. “No. Boris, you said you would be okay, and I believed you. I still believe in you.”

Boris’ hand fell from the cell door to hang limply at his side. It twitched.

“What is happening?” Myrna whispered.

Max took a step closer to the other boy. “When I talk to Mama on the phone, all she talks about is you. How far you’ve come, how strong you are, how proud she is of you. She laughs about your terrible jokes. She says you are so clever.”

Boris sucked in a breath. He was trembling all over, hands closing slowly into fists like he was holding himself back desperately.

Max took another step forward. “Boris-”

Boris’ lunged, grabbing Max by the front of his sweater and slamming him up against the bars. The light caught his face and revealed his eyes huge and staring, and a weird, cruel twist to his mouth. Max clenched his teeth and held still as Boris’ knuckles dug into his throat.

“Max!” Takao cried, reaching through the bars, but unable to touch them. “Boris, don’t you dare! Don’t give Kai a chance to gloat about being right! Come on, fight it!” He turned back to Myrna, who seemed to be frozen in shock. “Find the key!”

She startled and began to fumble again.

“It’s okay, Takao!” Max said, straining. “Boris, it’s just you and me. I have Draciel, but I won’t use it. It’s your choice; you can hurt me, or you can come back to us. I already know what you’ll do, because you said you’d be alright, and because I know you want to make Mama proud of you.”

“Make ... Baba ...” Boris muttered, seeming confused for a moment.

“No,” Max said. “Mama Judy. My Mama ... and yours.”

Another hard shiver went through Boris, and then he sank to his knees in front of Max, letting go of him. His face relaxed until he was pale, but calm.

“The stupid door,” he muttered. “The stupid sound. Every night, all night, our metronome from hell.” He stumbled to his feet and moved a few paces away, sniffing and wiping at his nose. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “Kai was right about me.”

“No, he wasn’t,” Takao said quickly as Myrna finally moved past him to put the right key in the lock. “You came back.”

“Let’s rejoin the others,” Myrna said a little hysterically as the door swung open. She hurried down the corridor without waiting for them.

“Would you like that hug now?” Max asked Boris softly.

He didn’t say anything, but lifted his arm, and Max slipped under it and wrapped his own around him.

“She’s your Mama,” Boris said, almost whispering. “But I like her too.”

“I don’t mind sharing,” Max replied, smiling as he let go again. “I already share her with Emily, and honestly she could use the extra practice.”

Takao grabbed them and pulled them into a double hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry, Takao,” Max laughed.

#Beyblade #Judin writes #Ashen #Max is a good boy #I had an idea that Boris got overwhelmed by all the affection shown to him by his initial foster mothers #and that Judy's more reserved (read: cold) approach actually worked much better for him #So she kinda took him on #So now Max has even more competition

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ms-rampage · 3 years

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Eden’s Gate: Aftermath Chapter 6 - The Man Who Sold The World

Warnings: Swearing, slight violence, some Kate and Wheaty cutensss, usage of drugs (Bliss)

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: In the penultimate chapter, Paige, Kate and Mandy finally meet face to face with Joseph Seed, but there will be bloodshed, and maybe a few sacrifices the family will have to make.

Guest OCs: Just the usuals.

Guest Characters: Archangel Raphael [Supernatural: mentioned], God/Chuck [mentioned], An Archangel? [read until the end]

Note: One more chapter!!! Then New Dawn begins.

*****

Another few weeks have passed, October is here and that means Fall in Montana is beautiful. The fallen leaves, the crispy cool breezes, orange, red and yellow leaves. Fall colors.

Pumpkins, hot chocolate, sweater season, blood shed, violence, and crazy fucking Cultists.

The Winchester-Smith compound has never looked more alive. The trees on the property with their orange, and yellow leaves.

The threatening words of graffiti on the gates of the compound. Sinner. The Father. The Power of Yes.

John Seed’s followers tried to retaliate, and avenged his death, but the Winchester family is always 10 steps ahead of them.

7:00 am. A letter arrived at their front door for the 3 females of the Winchester family that morning. From the man whom they’ve been looking for, The Father Joseph Seed himself.

Telling them to go to his church at 5:30 that evening. He didn’t say for what, or why, but they weren’t gonna let this opportunity slip.

“It’s clearly a trap” Kenny tells his wife.

“What if it isn’t?” she asks.

“Why would Joseph send you a letter telling you to go to his church?!?” Nate asks, as he pours coffee in a cup.

“I don’t know, but we’re going” Kate says.

“You two are pregnant!!” Kenny exclaims, “You aren’t going”.

“Okay! Then who else is gonna take our place?” Paige asks.

“I’ll take your place, Mandy and one of the guys can go” he replies.

“Joseph asked us, and us only to go. We aren’t risking you two going, and probably getting killed” Kate tells him.

“What if he kills you guys?!” Mark asks.

“Remember the letter he left us? When we killed his brothers? He said that we were forgiven for all the shit we’ve done” Paige informs them.

“He could be lying!” Mark adds in.

“Joseph is telling the truth” Mandy steps in.

They all turn around to face her, “How do you know?!?” Kenny asks.

“I spent 6 months with him. I can tell if he’s lying or not. Writing or speaking I can tell” she says.

Paige looks down at the letter, “So what do we do?!?”.

Mandy takes a deep breath, “When 5:30 comes we leave for church. Whatever happens, happens. This is where it all ends”.

They all stare at her in anticipation.

“I just got the chills when you said that” Mark mutters.

“Yeah for real” Adrian says, looking at her like she just gave him life changing news.

****

A few hours later.

10:00 am, everyone had just eaten breakfast, Paige is feeding Cristina 2nd her morning bottle.

Kate just threw up, morning sickness and she hates it.

She called Wheaty, and they’re gonna hang that afternoon. Not telling him about the letter from Joseph to meet at his church.

Kenny, Mark, Nate, Cody, Marty, Adrian and a few others finished putting up one of the 2 houses. Rachel is having a panic attack, knowing that Joseph knows she’s living with the Winchesters. Mandy sitting in her room, blinded by her thoughts. Wondering why Joseph wants the 3 of them to go to his church.

What could he possibly want?. What is the meaning, or purpose of this?. Is he gonna kill them? Does he want to make peace with them?. Is he gonna surrender himself? What is he gonna do?.

Paige is sitting on the front porch swing, holding Cristina while “Fade to Black” by Metallica plays on her bluetooth speaker. Humming along with the song, with Cristina falling asleep in her arms.

****

2 hours have gone by, 12:00pm.

“Things not what they used to be. Missing one inside of me. Deathly loss l, this can't be real. I cannot stand this hell I feel. Emptiness is filling me. To the point of agony. Growing darkness taking dawn. I was me, but now he's gone.”

Kenny steps outside, and sees this. A huge smile grows on his face. He takes a seat next to Paige on the swing, putting his arm around her. She leans closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He places a kiss on her head, rests his cheek on her head.

Lightly swing back and forth on the swing. Little moments like this they love. They don’t need to go out to fancy restaurants every weekend, or a weekend get away for the both of them.

Cristina falls asleep in her mothers arms, letting out soft nasal snores, making Kenny snickers at this.

“You know I still don’t like the plan” he tells her.

“I know you don’t” she responds. They sit in silence for a moment.

“If you could guess what Joseph wants. What would you guess?” he asks.

She sighs, “I don’t know. Maybe make peace with us, or make some sort of treaty between everyone in Hope County”.

“Your mom seems to know a lot about Joseph. Like how he thinks, or what possibly goes through his head.” he tells her.

“Yeah, my mom is really good at reading people, even if she’s not trying to. It’s like a power she has. Growing up I couldn’t even lie to her, and I’m really good at lying, but she knew. She always knew. Kate takes a lot after her, they both try to see the good in people even if they don’t deserve it. I take after my dad, he didn’t trust anyone outside the family. Like if he was still alive, and all this shit that happened, like Rachel turning on the Project, he wouldn't trust her either. Even if she had a change of heart, he wouldn’t trust her at all”.

Kenny zones out as she’s talking, still being able to hear every word she says. He places his hand on her 9 in half weeks pregnant belly.

“You think your dad would’ve liked me?” he asks, looking up at the sky.

Paige looks up at him, looking into his blue orbs and smiles “If he knew I trusted you, then he would’ve trusted you as well”.

He looks down at her, and kisses her forehead.

Paige sighs, “My mom-” she says before getting cut off by a soft “mom” from the infant in her arms.

Her and Kenny look at each other wide eyed, then down at Cristina who is half asleep.

She picks her up, having her stand on her lap.

“Say that again” she tells the 11 month old in her hands, “Say mom”.

“Say mama” she tells her again, “Say mama”.

“Say dadda” he jumps in.

Paige glares at him, “This is my moment”.

“Say mama” she tells her again slowly.

“Mama” Cristina mutters her first word, very softly that it sounds like a mumble.

Paige gasps loudly, her eyes widened “She just- she. She said mama. She said her first word!!!”. She gets up from the swing, and goes inside the house.

“Mom!!!” she calls out as she goes inside.

*****

Kate went on her date with Wheaty. She wanted to go hunting, but since she’s 7 in half weeks pregnant, they changed their date plans. They decided to go to the camping spot where they first met a few years back.

“It looks the same” she jokes.

“Camping spots usually never change” he replies. They sit near the water, on some boulders.

“So how’s the pregnancy?” he asks.

She looks down at her belly, chuckling “I threw up this morning. I’m peeing a lot but my mom and sister said that's normal, other than that it’s going pretty good”.

“Thought of any names?” he asks, putting his arm around her.

She thinks about it for a brief moment, “If it’s a boy his name would be either Gabriel Joel Eddard, or Samuel Dean Rhaegar. For a girl Daenerys Arya Brienne, or Lyanna Pamela Cersei”.

“What is up with you and these Game of Thrones names?!” he laughs, kissing the side of her head.

“They’re nice names!. It’ll give them character, plus Pamela isn’t a name from Game of Thrones, and neither is Samuel, Dean, Gabriel and Joel” she laughs.

“Don’t be surprised if little Daenerys asks for a dragon, or 3 for her birthday, or an Iron Throne” he jokes.

“And if she does I’ll be very happy about it, and I’ll get her a stuffed dragon. One of those giant plush ones that are like 5-6 feet tall”.

They talked, they laughed, they made out. They enjoyed their time together, holding her in his arms as they watched the lake. Watching the boats, and jet skies go by.

Even the subject of marriage and kids came up on their date. Even though they've started dating back in August but have known each other over 2 years.

She starts reminiscing back when they first met. She still remembers that night very clearly. She still has the photos.

"I still remember that day when we first met" she tells him.

A smile appears on his face, "Yeah me too".

"I never had a crush on anyone until I met you" he tells her. She looks up at him.

"Really?" she asks. He nods his head, she moves closer into his arms. Enjoying every single moment of it.

Kate knows this might be the last time her and Wheaty ever hang out again. Their last date together, and they don’t know it.

Resting her head against his shoulder as they sit by the lake. His arms wrapped around her.

"Also I wanted to give you this" he says, getting something out of his pants pocket. He pulls out a bracelet, similar to the ones he wears and puts it on her wrist. She smiles as he puts it on her, holding her hand in his. She looks up at him, and kisses him.

***

4:15 pm Kate is still on her date with Wheaty. Her sister and mother prepare themselves as they wait for her.

“Where is she?!” Paige asks, getting annoyed.

“We still have a whole hour” Mandy tells her, “She’ll be back. Soon hopefully”.

15 minutes later Kate pulls into the driveway.

She enters the house, “It’s about time you show up” Paige tells her.

“Well sorry!” she responds sarcastically, “I had a date with Wheaty, and I wanted to see him before we’re killed!”.

“We’re not gonna get killed” Mandy steps in, “Because we’re not going”.

They all look over at her in confusion. Mandy was having 2nd thoughts about confronting Joseph, and she made the decision not to go to the church.

“What do you mean we’re not going?!?” Paige questions her, “You literally said a few seconds ago that we’re going. Implied it”.

“We’re not going. We’re not gonna give Joseph what he wants” she tells them.

“Mom?!” Kate mutters in disbelief and confusion.

Paige scoffs, shaking her head “Mom, this is our only chance. To get rid of Joseph. Put an end to the Cult, and kill whoever is left”.

Everyone, Paige, Kate, Kenny, Adrian, Martin, Cody, Mark, Nate, Barbara, Rachel, and everyone else in the house look at Mandy. About 30, plus, eyes staring back at her.

“We’re not going” she tells them, “I don’t care what Joseph wants. We’re not going”.

Paige, scoffs at her mother, “Why?. Why the change of heart all of a sudden?!?”.

Mandy glares at her eldest child, and says “You wouldn’t understand”.

Kate stops her older sister from doing or saying anything else to their mom.

She still plans to go and confront Joseph. All the damage, pain. suffering and bloodshed he had caused. It’ll all end that evening, nothing will stop Paige from ending The Father.

5:20 rolls around, Kate and Mandy have no intentions of leaving for church.

The youngest Winchester thinks they should go.

“Mom?” she asks.

“We’re not going Katella” she says, not looking up at her youngest daughter.

Paige comes downstairs, and is immediately out the door, and goes to the Impala.

“Paige?!?” Kate exclaims, going after her. Too late she’s already driving like a maniac off of the property. Leaving behind a cloud of dirt.

“Son of bitch!!” she mutters, “She’s going after Joseph”.

They grab the keys to the Monte Carlo, and drive after Paige who is probably already at the church.

****

Church of Eden’s Gate

Paige enters the compound, breaking down the front gate with the car. She stops the car, exits it. Pistol ready in her holster. A few peggies on the property staring at her. She ignores them, she’s there for Joseph. She’ll handle the hillbillies later.

“Joseph!!!” she shouts his name, echoing in the sky “Joseph!!!”.

Approaching the church, the man himself Joseph Seed steps out. She stares at him intensely. He looks up at the sky, closes his eyes and says, “And the lamb broke the 5th seal, and I saw under the altar the souls of Martyrs. Slain because of the Word of God”.

Pointing to Paige, “You. You turned my sister. You poisoned her mind with your wretched words”.

She pulls her pistol out of its holster and aims at him, “I didn’t change her. She finally saw your monstrous ways. She changed on her own”.

“Lies” he hisses, “Your disgusting words against God, and his word”.

She turns off the safety on her pistol, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right here. Right now”. Her voice filled with anger, and violent intentions.

He walks around her, she follows his movements. Gun still aimed at him.

“I told you. Your mother. I told you that we were living in a world on the brink. Where every slight. Every injustice. Where every choice reveals our sins”.

Paige narrows her eyes at him, her pistol still aimed at him, not lowering it once.

“And where have those sins led us?, Where have those sins led you?”.

The sound of tires screeching, breaks Paige’s concentration, she turns her head and sees her sister's car drive on the property.

Kate and Mandy get out. “Paige don’t!!!” Mandy exclaims, running towards her.

She turns back to Joseph, and aims her gun at him again.

“Paige what are you doing?!?!” Kate exclaims.

“What does it look like I’m doing??!” she replies sarcastically, “I’m ending it all”.

Joseph stares at Mandy, “Paige, you can’t do this” she pleads.

“Uhh, sure I can” she replies back. Rolling her eyes.

Mandy gets in between the gun and Joseph. “No, I mean you can’t kill him”.

Lowering her gun, glaring at her mother, “What are you talking about?!?”.

Before she could explain herself, Joseph speaks up.

“Mandeline”, his voice so calm that it sends shivers up her spine. Giving her goosebumps.

She closes her eyes, sadness and shame written all over her face. She turns to face him. Her eyes meeting his. He stares at her with so much intensity that you can almost feel the anger radiating off of him, and the fear radiating off of her.

“You betrayed me, my family, my flock, and God. You dare to show yourself to me” he tells her, slowly approaching her.

“Joseph, I’m sorry, but I had no choice. I couldn’t stand by and watch everything happen” she explains to him.

He points at her, “You turn my family into Martyrs. And I plan to do the same with yours”. He walks around them, and they see their friends Mary May, Nick Rye, Pastor Jerome, Grace Armstrong, Jess Black, Tracey Lader, Wheaty, and Tammy Barnes all under the influence of Bliss holding Kenny, Mark and Nate hostage.

“Wheaty!!!!” Kate cries out, seeing her boyfriend drugged up with Bliss.

“Kenny?!?” Paige says under her breath, “How the fuck did you get to them!?!?!”.

“Joseph let them go!!!!” Mandy yells.

He turns to her, and says, “Your friends, and family have been taken and torture, and it’s your fault. Countless people have been killed, and it is your fault. The world is on fire, and it’s your fault. Was it worth it?. Was it?”.

“You motherfucker” Paige mutters angrily, “Me killing you will fucking worth it, and I can promise you that”.

The followers on the property gather behind the 3 Winchesters, blocking them from escaping.

“Kenny what happened?!? Was it Rachel?!?” Paige asks.

“No!” he mutters.

“The others are fine. They got us, Rachel took off when they showed up” Nate wheezes.

“Paige?” Mandy mutters softly.

“Not now” she responds, “Joseph I swear you better-”

“Paige!” she yells, breaking her attention from him.

“Mom!. Now's not the time” she tells her.

“You can’t kill him” she tells her almost in a whisper.

She looks at her, eyes furrow, “Yeah I can, he has our friends and family hostage!!”.

Mandy looks back at Joseph then back at Paige, “No I mean you can’t kill him”.

“What do you mean I can’t-” She stands in front of her once again, blocking the bullet from hitting Joseph.

“Raphael” she mutters, interrupting her.

“Raphael?!?” Kate whispers, “The Archangel?!?”.

She nods her head, “Yes, I was told by Archangel Raphael that Joseph had to be protected, and I was the one to do it. That’s why you can’t kill him.”

Kate and Paige look at their mother in disbelief, and confusion.

“Because Chuck spoke to him” she whispers to them, “About the end. You can’t kill him because if you do everything, everyone will die. Cease to exist. The end of life as we know it”. They both glare at her with mixed emotions.

“You knew this whole time?!?” Paige yells, “This whole time!!. If Joseph gets killed, hurt and harmed in any way. Chuck will drop a bomb on all of humanity?!?”.

“Why didn’t you tell us?!?!” Kate asks, betrayal in her voice.

“I couldn’t say anything. Raphael forbidden me from saying anything to anyone!!” she says.

Paige lowers her pistol, putting it back in her holster.

Shaking her head, “I can’t believe you. He could be playing him for all we know” she tells her.

“Let them go” she orders Joseph, pointing to Kenny, Mark and Nate.

Joseph stares at her, “Are you deaf?!? I said let them go!!!” she orders him again.

Mandy holds her back, “Let me handle this”.

She turns to face Joseph, and pleads with him “Joseph please, let them go. We don’t want anymore bloodshed. Please let them go, and we’ll leave”.

“Wheaty too!” Kate shouts.

“You betrayed me. Betrayed God. I forgive you for what you’ve done to my family, but that I can’t forgive” he tells her, stepping close to her, “Your family will pay for what you have done”.

The few followers grab Paige and Kate shoving them onto the ground, taking their guns and other weapons away.

“Don’t fucking touch me!!” Paige yells, struggling.

“Get off me!!” Kate shouts, fighting to be let go.

“Joseph, it’s not their fault!!. It’s mine. Let them go, and you can deal with me” she pleads with him again.

He grabs her shoulders, “This is where it ends” he whispers to her. Tears stream down her face.

“You peggie fuckers!!. Pieces of fucking shit!!” Paige mutters as a peggie pushes her face first into the ground.

“Get the fuck off of her!!” Kenny yells at him.

Tears streaming down Mandy’s cheeks, if only she was honest with her family. If only she had told them the truth. All of this wouldn't have happened. Her family was gonna be killed because of her. Her own greed.

“When are you gonna realize that every problem cannot be solved with a bullet?” he asks her.

“It doesn’t have to end this way” she pleads with him.

Two of his followers, grab her. Preventing her from stopping whatevers gonna happen.

One of his Chosen has a sharp knife in hand. Almost like a miniature machete, holding it in front of her eldest child.

“Really Joseph? You’re gonna kill two pregnant women!” Paige yells. Grabbing the Father’s attention.

He stops them, having Paige’s full attention. He looks at her with a questioning look on his face.

“Yeah” she says, a smug look on her face “I’m pregnant. So is my sister. She’s carrying your little brother's kid. John”.

He looks over at the youngest sister, and she nods her head. “It’s John’s kid, Joseph. You kill us, you kill your nephew/niece, but keep in mind we’ll never be family”.

He looks up at the sky, backing away from them. His back to all of them. “Let them go” he says. They free the family of hunters, showing them all mercy.

“Wheaty?!” Kate cries, trying to snap him out of it, “Wheaty please. It’s me, Kate”.

She holds his face, cupping it, hoping to get him back into reality. All their friends drugged up, blind from reality. Paige grabs her arm, “Come on, we have to get out of here”.

She resists, shaking her head “No, Wheaty please snap out of it. We have a child on the way” she cries. The Bliss has taken over his state of mind that he can’t comprehend anything.

Mark and Nate practically dragged Kate back into the car. Her, her mother and sister in the Impala, Kenny, Nate and Mark in the Monte Carlo. They all drive back to the compound.

*****

Little did they know they’re not the only ones that have had an issue with Joseph, and the Cult. The new Deputy has had their fair share of issues with the Seed family, and their followers.

Liberating their outposts and destroying their properties. Making the Seed family look like a family of psychopaths they need to be locked up.

When Faith took off, she went to her gate and met with the Deputy. They put up a fight against her and they ended up killing her.

Faith. Rachel would’ve been the adopted sister to the two sisters. Rachel Winchester would’ve been her name.

****

They all arrive back at the compound. Kate in tears, Paige in shock.

The others come out, and see all their friends alive. Their children and wifes stand at the front porch.

“Holy shit!!” Cody says relieved, “You’re all alive!!”.

They all nod, “Yeah, yeah we are” Mandy mutters.

“Is Joseph alive?!?” Adrian asks. They all nod in disappointment, “Yeah, the fucker is still alive” Kate mutters angrily.

“Where’s Rachel?” Kate asks them. The others shrug, “We don’t know, she fled the property when the peggies arrived”.

“So now what?!” Mark asks, shrugging.

Paige shakes her head “I don’t know, we’re gonna have to-”.

As she’s speaking, it’s almost like God himself was making a huge entrance. Lighting up the entire sky.

A bright white light blinds them all, covering their faces from the burning brightness.

When the bright light clears, a giant mushroom-like cloud in the distance fills the sky.

“Oh my god!!” Nate mutters in horror, “Oh my god!!”.

A huge storm flies at them, causing the entire ground to shake violently. Making them stumble, and fall. The trees, and land go up in flames within seconds. Animals running to seek shelter. The whole sky orange, everything is a fiery orange red.

“Shit! he was right!” Martin screams in horror, “He was right!”.

“Damn it Chuck!” Paige mumbles angrily with a hint of fear in her voice.

Realization hitting hard, “Wheaty?, I have to get Wheaty!!” Kate yells.

She gets stopped by her mother and brother in law, “Kate no!!”.

“I have to go back for him!!” she cries, trying to get to her car.

Paige tries to hold her back, “It’s too late for him!!. You’ll die if you go back!. Kenny! Adrian! Get the cars underground. Everyone else get the children, pets and go down to the bunker”. They get the cars underground to the bunker garage. They get all their kids, pets, and all go down to the bunker.

Everyone settles underground. Fear, anger. So much emotion in one room. The distance rumbles of explosions going off, making it sound like the king of all thunderstorms is happening right above their heads. Paige looks around the main room of the bunker to see if everyone made it down. She counts everyone that was on the property.

Herself, her daughter, Kate, Kenneth, her mother, Barbara, Mark, his wife and 2 kids, Nate, his wife and 3 kids. Cody and his wife, Martin and his fiancee, Adrian and his wife.

“He was right” Kate mutters, playing with her bracelet, “Joseph Seed was right, and we didn’t see it coming. God, the Collapse, this sort of thing is right up our alley, and we didn’t believe him!!”.

Paige sighs in disappointment, “It’s not that we didn’t believe him. He didn't believe us, which is not surprising. It’s that he claimed that he spoke with Chuck, and for all we know. He couldn’t been played by him”.

Kate is about to say something when a fluttering sound, and a loud thud a few rooms away throws her off.

“Did you hear that?!?” she asks the others. The others stay back while her and Paige go to investigate it. Kate then sees a single golden, brown feather on the floor.

“Hey, look a feather” she says, pointing at it. Paige, who doesn’t see it, looks at her in confusion.

“Where?!?” she asks, looking around for it. They get to the source of the sound, and see a man with his back to them, kneeling on the floor.

Paige pulls out her pistol, and aims at the intruder.

They both see the same man, but Kate sees a little more. Tattered up golden, brown angelic wings. They approach the man, and stand in front of him. He lifts his head to look up at them, and they see the wounded, beaten up Archangel.

“Gabriel?!?” Kate mutters.

____

When the bombs fell

Not long after (The Angels fell)

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