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brisquad-unit-4402 · 4 months

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rating luxiem and noctyx by how good they would be at taking care of bugs

my name is unit 4402 and i’m typing this on my phone. autocorrect’s suggested emojis are going to go crazy wish me luck

tags: ambiguous relationship, can be read as platonic or romantic, gender neutral reader, fluff, humor, bugs and spiders

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🖋 Ike Eveland: 4/10

he’s neutral about most bugs. he’ll pick up critters like beetles and caterpillars with his hands and set them outside

gets grossed out by the nastier bugs though. won’t touch ‘em himself, they’re lucky if he can gather himself enough to get a paper and cup. otherwise it’s swatter time with gritted teeth and barely mustered courage

SPIDERS. HOWEVER.

certified spider hater. absolutely terrified of them get out of here!!!

he'll use a swatter, pesticides, everything. but he’s so afraid of how they disappear when he’s not looking

you’ll have to keep an eye on it while he finds the pesticide or vice versa

if he’s unfortunate enough to be the one to kill it you’ll have to hype him up, calm his nerves, and then tell him it’s okay once the deed is done

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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro -100/10

this guy… easily the worst of both units at bug duty. you might just have to take the bullet

he gets sketched out by even the cute ones like butterflies and ladybugs if he looks at them for too long. there’s no way he could even take a moth with a level head

he even reacts to all of them the same. “AAAAH! T-t-there’s a [BUG NAME] in [room name]!”

even so he tries to be nice to them with a cup and paper, or some other method to get them out of his space

unfortunately australian wildlife has prepared him so smaller bugs are still scary but he’ll be a big scared scary mafia boss and take action

and everyone says they’ll leave the house as a joke if they can’t find the spider but it’s luca. there is a solid chance that he will invite you to stay with him in one of the kaneshiro vacation homes for about three days. that’s enough time for the bugs to leave, right?

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👟 Shu Yamino: 10/10

oh! a bug!

is rather delighted at bug!

honestly if it’s a cool bug he might just take a video of it doing its thing and give it a personality!

he has a out-of-sight, out-of-mind philosophy with bugs. he’s fine with just about anything as long as they aren't annoying

harmful pests will get swatted tho ofc

everything else, he’s fine with bringing outside himself without much fanfare

some of them are a little creepy but he tries to rationalize it. they’re just tiny animals and he’s a big strong sorcerer, it’s fine. what are they gonna do, infest him to death?

…he’s going to spray the house down later just to be sure.

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👹 Vox Akuma: 9/10

a wild card. and also VERY emotionally invested in any bugs that come his way whether that’s good or bad

if they manage to sneak up on him he’ll probably yell “WOAH” or curse out of surprise, then figure out whether he should be scared or not

surprisingly fine with the nastiest of them. he actually loves worms, centipedes and similar critters, and he’ll even admire them if they stumble into his territory

“look reader this is me if i were a worm. would you still love me if i was a worm 🥺” “vox please just get that thing outside”

spiders have a 50-50 survival chance. he’ll kill small spiders but bring the big ones outside because the big ones are like full Animals to him and slaughtering animals is not something he can bring himself to do (tiny ones don’t count)

are scorpions bugs? do they count? either way that’s his one objection. he wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole if he had the choice, but if you’re really that scared, then he’ll put on a brave face and hide his fear

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🎭 Alban Knox: 2/10

if he’s going to take care of a bug you need to make peace with the fact that he will whine the entire time

not a cute fun whine either. he’ll complain the entire time that it’s gross and nasty and ewww yuck ugh!

and that’s just for beetles and caterpillars

show him a spider or something else just as creepy and he will actually scream

and yell as he fumbles around to take care of it

and yell as he eventually grabs it with his hands (he’s panicking a little too hard to get a tool)

and yell as he tries to open the door and throw it outside

this is assuming he doesn’t find a slipper nearby. if he has a tissue or something he’ll smash the bug over and over until it’s pulverized

and he’ll STILL be yelling while he does that

the job gets done but at what cost

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🐑 Fulgur Ovid: 6/10

he’s not a 6/10 because he dislikes bugs. he’s neutral towards them, not really creeped out by them but not a fan either

he’s a 6/10 because he’s a dick about taking care of them for you

here’s how it usually goes: you summon him to save you from a creepy crawly. he’ll inspect it and go “really, you’re scared of that little thing? look at it closer, it’s just a bug”

and once he quits fooling around he just swipes it up. his fingers are solid steel which allows for Precise Bug Snatching

but he’ll act unsure and go “i think i got it. here, reader, look inside my hand and tell me if you see it”

or even the dreaded move where he pretends he’s bringing the bug closer to you so you have to see it

and THEN once he’s outside he’ll open his hands and go “wait i think i lost it” just to get a rise out of you until he confirms yes, it’s safe and out of the house

if you’re legitimately terrified then he doesn’t even bother with the jokes. just point out the bug and close your eyes, and he’ll be washing his hands while you stare back at a smudge on the wall before you can even get out a sentence

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🔗 Sonny Brisko: 8/10

somehow both a gentle soul and a complete menace

he's very matter-of-fact when you point them out. "it's just a little jumping spider, no big deal ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

in fact he's almost adorable with how he quietly talks to the bugs and coaxes them to crawl on his hand so he can get them out of your way

and then he prods and begs you to take a picture of the bug bc it's a cool little guy

surprisingly knowledgeable and can identify bugs easily, so once he's got one in his hands he'll show it to you and tell you some facts about it

which is very sweet except for the fact that it's still a nasty bug and you want it out of your face!

he'll lightly tease you over being so scared of a little bug while he takes them outside. and if it's a pest-eater like a spider he'll hide it in a dark corner out of your sight

overall very kind to bugs and thinks they're friendly

which is why it throws you so hard that sometimes after he coos over them he just FUCKING SMASHES THEM IN HIS PALM?

NO HESITATION AT ALL??

WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM???

also when the bug is taken care of he'll sneak behind you and lightly tap his fingers up your arm like a creepy-crawly and then laugh when you get scared. what a shithead

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🔮 Uki Violeta: 15/10

the very essence of "i'm not locked in here with you, you're locked in here with ME"

it's like watching a cat hunt an unaware mouse. he's so quick about it

and he's so good at it too?? he'll find the bug, swat it, and throw the remains away in less than a minute on a good day

doesn't even act like it's a big deal either, he just goes back to what he was doing before you asked for help

he uses tissues or shoes on the big ones like roaches, but anything small, he's surprisingly good at crushing them with his bare hands. this is especially funny when he has acrylics on bc those nails never get dirty nor in the way

spiders get the relocation pass, and he'll insist they stay inside, just out of sight

non-zero chance if you complain about it, he'll go on a lecture about how spiders are how you prevent other pests from invading the house

honestly you only see this side of uki once. the bugs are too scared to show their faces after this stint

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cielcreations · 2 months

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SCP-F10W3R5

Item #: SCP-F10W3R5

Site: 3M91R35

Object Class: Euclid Safe [ See Addendum SCP-F10W3R5-2 ]

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-F10W3R5 is to be given standard foundation living quarters as wall as appropriate meals when asked. SCP-F10W3R5 is allowed in commonplace areas as well as allowed to freely roam on the Safe Sites of the foundations. He is not permitted near the Euclid Sites and especially not permitted near the Keter Sites. There is no need for special containment procedures. Standard rules and regulations (he is to be given no weapons, no information, etc) apply.

Addendum SCP-F10W3R5-1: SCP-F10W3R5 is allowed outside in the garden when asked. He is not to be kept away from the garden unless the foundation is performing a test outside. At least two members of staff are to be outside with him at all times. He is not allowed to leave the garden area.

SCP-F10W3R5 often request items for his garden. Requests are to be approved by Site Directors.

List of Approved Requested Items:

Small Gardening Shovel

Watering Can

Pesticide (only to be given when outside with him, he is not to take it into his room)

Soil

Gloves

Hat

Overalls

Gardening Boots

Poppy Seeds

Lilac Seeds

Sunflower Seeds

Watermelon Seeds

Pumpkin Seeds

Bluebell Seeds

Daffodil Seeds

Dahlia Seeds

List of Denied Requested Items:

Gardening Shovel

Garden Shears

Zipties

Description: SCP-F10W3R5 is a twenty eight (28) year old Caucasian man of Scottish decent, approximately one point eight (1.8) meters in height. He has cyan hair and blue eyes, usually holding a singular flower or flower crown in his ear. He wears a simple white shirt with a rainbow flag on it, a blue cardigan, black jeans, and white socks. He walks around in socks, only wearing his gardening boots when going outside.

SCP-F10W3R5 is a generally very pleasant and kind, happy to talk with foundation members and cooperate with staff. He doesn't seem to mind the foundation, nor does he seem to care about the questions we ask, so long as we allow him the ability to garden. He answers as honestly as he can, only refusing if he doesn't know or uncomfortable with what is being asked.

SCP-F10W3RS has the ability to turn anything into different types of flowers. He is able to turn both living and nonliving items into flowers, but seems unable to control the types of flowers the items are turned into. Testing upon the flowers show that they have the same DNA as whatever flower they were turned into, showing no signs of being anything else.

Addendum SCP-F10W3R5-2: SCP-F10W3R5 used to be considered Euclid, due to his power of being able to make anything, including humans, into flowers. However, he has proven to be able to control said power and expressed he would no longer destroy foundation property or hurt foundation staff/D-Class personnel, so long as he is able to have a garden. He was given a test period and has proven to be Safe, as he has had no more incidents.

[ Interview Log ]

EXAMINER NOTES: This log was taken predating SCP-F10W3R5's change from Euclid to Safe class. This was taken after an incident of SCP-F10W3R5 destroying his bedroom wall in order to get outside before being caught and put in a solitary confinement cell.

Date: 20XX/04/23

Interviewer: Dr. Winson

Interviewee: SCP-F10W3R5

[ BEGIN LOG ]

Dr. Winson: SCP-F10W3R5-

SCP-F10W3R5: [Irritated] My name is Scott.

Dr. Winson: SCP-F10W3R5, you harmed two members of staff-

SCP-F10W3R5: I didn't mean to! It was an accident, I just wanted to get outside!

Dr. Winson: You are not permitted outside.

SCP-F10W3R5: And why not?! I don't do anything but sit inside all day! I see Scar and Jellie walking around all the time, they're allowed to freely roam, why can't I?!

Dr. Winson: You've... seen SCP-5C4R?

SCP-F10W3R5: Of course I have! Scar and I are friends! Ugh, whatever, that's not my point! My powers are completely harmless!

Dr. Winson: That's not entirely true-

SCP-F10W3R5: [Annoyed] Ugh, if you want to be all technical, then I guess yeah, technically, I can turn humans into flowers. But I don't because I don't want to hurt anyone. I literally just want to have a garden. Is that so much to ask?!

Dr. Winson: Unfortunately, yes it is-

[ Note: At this point, SCP-F10W3R5 had jumped across the table and placed his hand on Dr. Winson's chest, a clear threat of his ability. Armed members of staff had come into the room, but SCP-F10W3R5 did not budge. ]

SCP-F10W3R5: Okay, I'm done being nice. I can turn literally anything into bouquets. I could single-handedly destroy this entire foundation. So, unless you want me to release everyone in this building and turn everyone into bunches of flowers, I demand to be allowed outside and allowed to grow a garden. That is literally all I want.

Dr. Winson: [Pauses] I will... talk to O-5 to get it approved.

SCP-F10W3R5: [Removes himself from Dr. Winson] [Smiles] Thank you! I expect to hear back from you soon!

[ END LOG ]

Conclusion: Dr. Winson put in a request to O-5, detailing the severity. O-5 approved it under the conditions that SCP-F10W3R5 is heavily monitored. He was given the permission to grow a garden and, over time, his restrictions were lessened until he was reclassified as Safe.

No more incidents have occured.

#scott smajor #smajor95 #smajor #smajor1995 #empires smp au #empires au #hermitcraft smp #life series au #life series #scp au #scp foundation #Hermitcraft/Empires/Life Series SCP

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shanastoryteller · 10 months

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Happy birthday

Modern the untamed? The one where Wei wuxian is friends first with Lan Xichen

a continuation of 1

Sophomore year the administration had tried to exert some type of control over them by putting the three of them all in different lunch periods.

That had resulted in two of them cutting a class every single day so they could all have lunch together. Xichen either missed study hall or band, neither of which required his attendance and so his uncle was only moderately apocalyptic about him missing, and the only person Mingjue had to answer to was his cousin, who frankly didn’t give a shit, so skipping class was easy for him too. Wei Wuxian had the worst of it, because while he could ace statistics and chemistry in his sleep, Aunt Yu took every excuse possible to punish him and Uncle Jiang could only redirect her so many times.

Both Xichen and Mingjue had just offered to come to his lunch permanently, but that wasn’t fair and it wasn’t like Lan Qiren wasn’t punishing Xichen, he just wasn’t being as vindictive about it. So they took turns.

Not having lunch together wasn’t an option because that meant letting the administration win and that was unacceptable. The next semester they’d put them all in the same lunch, accepting that they actually caused less trouble that way, and had done so ever since, so it was a battle well won.

“Do you think this is a bribe?” Wei Wuxian asks as they sit at their customary table under the oak tree. They’d gotten into two physical fights and one prank war to claim it freshman year from the seniors, which may or may not be when the rumors about them first started. “Putting us in the same lunch as our brothers.”

“It’s probably just saving them a headache,” Xichen answers, taking out his healthy lunch that he brought from home. Wei Wuxian snags it to start distributing the rice and pickled vegetables between him and Mingjue’s plate and Mingjue leans over to dumb the cheese sticks and questionable meat loaf from their plates onto Xichen’s.

Lan Qiren is convinced that school lunches are filled with plastic and poison and pesticides. Which is probably accurate, but it still tastes better than pickled vegetables. Most days.

“Someone warned me against sitting here,” Nie Huaisang complains as he slams is tray down. “Which means now I’m required to have lunch with you in order to gain some extremely dubious street cred.”

“I’m only here because Nie Huaisang is,” Jiang Cheng says, even though he sits across from Wei Wuxian at the opposite end of the table. “Don’t get used to it.”

Wen Qing has this lunch period too, but she always spends it in the lab. Maybe he can entice her to eat lunch sometimes, because Jiang Cheng will definitely sit with them then.

“Hello,” Xichen’s extremely hot brother says as he sits down. He has an identical lunch box to Xichen’s, except he apparently eats all of his himself. That’s deranged. He’s lucky he’s so beautiful because it makes up for the pressed khakis and awful food choices.

It’s a tragedy that A-jie has the lunch after them, especially because it’s the same one that the Jin degenerates have. Wen Ning has that one too, but he’s not much protection.

“Can we beat up Jin Zixuan?” he asks.

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng, Mingjue, and Nie Huaisang all say at once.

Xichen sighs. “Can we at least have a good reason first?”

Very hot brother – his name is Lan Wangji, and Wei Wuxian should probably start using it – looks at them all with faint disapproval.

That’s hot too, actually.

#okay i'm giving in and breaking up both of the cursed posts i guess #trying to keep everything in one post was an atrocious idea but we live and we learn #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #forestandstardust #untamed

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doctor-direst · 2 months

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Listen, I’m not about to name drop one of my professors but I lovingly refer to him as the Nematode Man and he is a completely unassuming guy until he drops raw (definitely illegal sometimes) lore about himself in the middle of lecture because it is somewhat related to the day’s teachings

He has definitely made illegal chemicals to spray his yard for weeds “you can see the results on Google Earth”, has gotten away with killing 30 pigeons as a teen because they’re non-migratory, has deleted 2 deer with his pesticide van, during my EXAM today I could hear him tell the co-teacher “yeah so I stole this from the university of Oxford..”

This is a very quiet, very skinny and tall man who doesn’t use technology really and only gives verbal lectures that we take notes from.

#Nematode man #Our most unassuming cryptid

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mezzy-1 · 7 months

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VALORANT UNIVERSITY HEADCANONS

@eviethelesbian once again thank you for the Headcanon List. Also shoutout to @darthladyofillusions because I included ur OC :)

Harbor is a history professor dating Astra, the archeology professor. Both of them met on a trip to a site in India

Both of them reached for the same the brush at one point and they laughed it off later

Both of them are excellent teachers in their own way. Varun has a habit of going on tangents about stories and is super nerdy about his subject. Efia’s classes are fun and her energy is infectious

Cypher has a family and does cyber security for the University. Nobody knows his actual name.

Nobody knows him that well but when he comes out of his office he’ll say hello to anyone nearby. He goes home quickly though and usually avoids working late.

Cypher’s office is full of pictures of his family, drawings from his daughter, screens, and the scent of imported Moroccan teas

He and his wife and kid see the students off when they graduate, and all of the students are amazed to realize that this guy has such a good family life. (They thought he was a no-life kinda guy)

Liam ‘Brimstone’ Byrne is the university’s Dean and basically runs everything as much as possible for the good of the students. Tariq and him are the brains and guiding hand of the university

He retired from the military after he was given an educator’s license and became a professor of tactics at a military academy. He then took his skills elsewhere and turned the college into what it is now

Liam keeps the students at the forefront of any policy changes and takes an interest in professors that are considered brilliant but difficult to work with. He’s an expert of recruitment and reining in the right people

Has snacks in his office for students but they can only get them if they complete a pull-up on an pull-up bar he has in his office. One arm only.

Sabine worked at R&D at a pesticide company but is the only Organic Chem teacher that the Valorant U could get. Somehow is a good professor despite hating students and no general teaching

She doesn’t really hate them but it isn’t a good idea to get on her bad side. It’s rumored she poisons the students she hates.

Stared daggers into the first person (Jamie), to make a Breaking Bad reference and since then nobody brings it up

Classes with her are pretty tense but if a student actually tries and gives their all, she’ll notice and be kinder to them. Especially students who study chemistry. Double for O-Chem.

Sabine’s style of teaching could use work, but when she tries to explain complex ideas she’s genuinely in her element. She once explained how tetrodotoxin and nerve ion channels worked to Zyanya’s little sister

Zyanya is a professor for sure, probably the best Spanish teacher ever. Beyond terrifying to new students

She will not let students forget proper accents and grammar, and god help the people that do. Somebody once forgot their homework and Zyanna was literally this close to killing them

Her Spanish is specifically Mexican, and that extends to the class through some of the words she teaches. Especially bits in culture and authenticity

Zyanya’s idea of testing people is borderline an interrogation. 10 minutes of extensive and stern conversations and multiple pages of writing. People say it feels like their souls have literally been drained

Students come out of the classes fluent or scarred for life

Ling is a professor of medicine and completed her PHD around the same time Viper completed hers. They were amazed to see each other teaching

She does Tai Chi for relaxation but did at one point learn Kung Fu while living abroad in a monastery for a couple of years. She once broke a board in front of her class just to prove it

Hosts meditation hours during finals week and her office hours are always super useful for all of the medical and nursing students. Calming as hell to anxious people

Tala got a scholarship via cross country and another from basketball, and wants to major in physical therapy. She also got a job doing late night shifts at the library as security.

Hazal is in a band called Nightmare. Her and several other introverts got together and started one. Only perform in the most obscure venue. She can play bass REALLY WELL

Tala found out and now shows up to every performance the band has. If it weren’t for the lights flashing red and blue, you could see Hazal blushing when she spots Tala in the crowd

That’s how she met Hazal. Tala was approached by her because Hazal wanted to study late and the two became acquainted

Both of them love the late nights that they share and Hazal is always at one of Tala’s games. Tala picks her out of the crowd every time, and at the end Hazal always kisses her

Mateo is a veterinary student and is everyone’s friend. Except Iselin because some of his patients got into her office once and trashed her latest project model

He keeps fish, dogs, lizards, cats, and nearly everything else. At one point he was in charge of a project that kept some monkeys around at one point

The animal counterparts are a chameleon (Dizzy), a Chinese High Banded Shark (Thrash), a bullfrog tadpole (Mosh), and an Axolotl named Wingman

He has a crochet version of his (radivore) crew, courtesy of Omen being bored one day

Mateo is a Gen Z kid, and his vocabulary beyond salvaging

Jamie is an English major, I mean, obviously

Everyone likes Jamie, he brings a certain energy to everything he does and it resonates well with people. His writing has a level of power and rhythm that makes it both easy to listen and layered

He is a songwriter, and poet, and even has a collection of published short stories. His mums are proud. His scripts are also incredible and his goal is to get his own musical to Broadway

When Jamie is in a play, it’s usually as the protagonist or the main antagonist. It is wonderful to see him on stage, especially because he’s trained as a Shakespearean actor

Tayane is THE art student and the reason most of the faculty drinks. And also the reason why most of the students drink too

Absolute ragers getting thrown anytime Tayane is involved. This woman does not stop until the sun is up

Her graffiti portraits are inspired, colorful, and almost always on government property or university property. Brim started commissioning her in order to stop her from painting everything

The commissioned murals are a lot better for her, and gave her legal access to make huge projects on some of the older buildings

One of the walls is a silhouette of a woman with big circular glasses, geometric pink and yellow patterns around her, and surrounded by flowers

Vincent Fabron is the art teacher and Viper HATES him. He’s also that one teacher an unreasonable amount of people of have a crush on

He was a tattoo artist while taking art lessons in France, then moved into high class art. His gallery pieces gained a lot of attention and he gained a lot of money from them.

Now he teaches art, and has done graphic design for many upscale companies. His own business card has won awards from design and art societies though

Omen is a guy in a scarf and hoodie that is somehow in everyone’s classes. He crochets in the back sometimes.

Texts notes at 4am to anyone who needs it and is incredibly nocturnal. He doesn’t need sleep he needs friends

Students never remembered or learned his name, so they just started calling him Omen after the laptop brand he uses

Erik ‘Breach’ Torsten is a coach they brought in and actually manages a paralympic team. May have criminal past according to some of the athletes he manages

He will scream at people in Swedish during games, practice, going over strategies, and if he sees them in public. Friendly but so loud

His prosthetic arms were a courtesy of the university’s science program. They were partially a gift and partially a test to see what they could do. Erik made sure that he could flip people off with the arms

Iselin the professor of Industrial Design, and she is the most stern professor ever. At times she works for a wilderness recreation company and does product design for them.

She is very organized, and her lecture presentations are always available, she lists the pages to read, dates for every assignment are posted a month in advance

Iselin’s a professional and rarely eases up, but the few times she’s been out with the other faculty she’s been surprisingly fun. Especially with Ling for some reason

Kirra is a Biology professor that has so many plants in her room. Has a parakeet, dog, and fish tank at home too. Does wildlife photography on the side.

Kirra protested in college and was arrested once for sabotage. So she is totally chill with people missing class for stuff, and gives extra credit for students involved in causes

Goes on wilderness expeditions with some students for a class and memorized several survival books worth of information and knows every plant, animal, and fungus she comes across

Klara is an engineering major and Tayane just comes to those classes because she can. It usually results in the equipment being plastered in stickers and paint.

They met when Tayane decided to tag the garage that Klara was keeping her final project in. Both of them sort of caught feelings as soon as they saw each other

Klara fell so damn hard, and realized this while Tayane was doing a kegstand. Klara whispered ‘she’s perfect’ mindlessly and then realized Sunwoo was right next to her

Sunwoo finished what was in her cup, patted Klara on the back, and said ‘good luck’ before walking away and pretending she didn’t hear

Her final project has been her ‘Lockdown’ which is basically an EMP crossed with a massive DDOS hack. It went off once and downed the college’s internet for a week.

She’s going to switch it to something a little less destructive at this point, and Tayane is helping her brainstorm. Currently it’s a robot but she’s trying to figure out what to make it do

KAY/O is Tariq’s gamertag. The man is a CS:GO fiend and has crazy flashes due to muscle memory

Liam and him are MARRIED. I’m not budging on this one and you will find me dead in the ground before I let this go

Tariq’s good at a lot of random stuff and doesn’t help out too much at the college but is well-known as the ‘guy who Brim allows to help grill things’ because nobody else is allowed

Helps Liam plan out things for the students and assists in any sort of set up that he can do

Ryo is studying Japanese History and works as a mechanic at a chop shop. It is shady as hell over there but Yoru will hook people up if needed. They definitely steal parts though

He takes business classes and there’s a real chance he might double major. His business acumen and aggressive nature would make him the ultimate CEO

Sasha is the professor that most students simp for, and he teaches Russian Language classes. Throws things at students that don’t pay attention and rarely misses

He has an owl nesting outside of the window to his classroom, he named it Matrioshka after the nesting dolls. It had owlets so it seemed fitting.

His babushka lives out of the country but gets a continuous stream of gifts from him

Sasha is that one professor that has a weird story for everything in his room. The bow he has? killed a grizzly bear with it. Glass eye on display? It was a gift from a glassmaker that was caught with illegal firearms. Weird rock? It was at the sight of a historic battle and has a bootprint in it

Has SO MANY books from Russian writers he reads in his off time. Also does archery at a cabin he has in the woods.

Nobody could handle Novikov at the cabin, the sheer hotness of him splitting firewood, bow hunting, and chopping trees would send people into a simp coma

At the end of the year, he writes each student a short note in Russian telling them something worthwhile.

Sunwoo is an amazing sprinter and also amazing at darts. Loves adding photos to the corkboard she has in her dorm

She isn’t really sure what she wants to study at the moment or even if she wanted to go to college. Gotta love families pressuring college on their kids right?

It isn’t as depressing though, she shows real talent and enjoyment in studying Business but surprisingly is leaning towards learning Journalism as well

She writes stuff for the school paper, a blog, and even has a (somewhat inspired by people around her) science fiction story. She hasn’t thought of a name yet.

It’s about secret agents that fight against an alternate dimension that tries to steal a powerful crystal from them. It’s quite popular with the people who she let read it and people are constantly asking for updates

Sunwoo is trying, and hopefully she’ll manage to find somewhere she can feel comfortable

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Kayra is studying botany, and started a garden in one of the common areas. At first it was small but cute, then after a few weeks the flowers and bushes spread outside of the garden and overtook the common area.

It's now her favorite place to get away from people because trellises were added in and nobody can see through the vines. There’s a chance she keeps patio furniture in the garden too

Has been living in an apartment with Hazal. Tala has been the only one in there and says its overrun with houseplants and hanging lamps.

(@darthladyofillusions I hope this is accurate to some extent)

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q-gorgeous · 28 days

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Local Traditions

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word count: 2026

Amity Park has a lot of strange local traditions that baffle outsiders.

phic phight lets gooo

“Why did we come back here?”

“Come on, Parker. We’re finally gonna catch us some ghosts in this city.”

Parker followed slowly behind him. “I thought you said this wasn’t the place we were looking for? And we weren’t able to get anywhere near any of the ghosts. What would make this time any different, Don?”

Don turned around with a big smile on his face. “Because we’re gonna start how we should’ve started in the first place. We just came in assuming we were gonna be able to find a ghost to capture without knowing what any of the patterns are. Where the ghost attacks happen, how often, which ghosts are attacking.”

He pulled a notebook out of his pocket and shook it around. “We’re going to observe first and then make a plan on how we’re going to capture our ghosts. This time I’m sure we’ll get it.”

Parker shook his head. “What are we starting with?”

Don continued walking down the sidewalk. “We’re going to observe what the residents are doing in relation to the ghosts. They’re gonna know best the patterns of the ghosts. Which ones are a danger and which ones they don’t have to worry about.”

“Okay. We’re going to use this to try to predict when a ghost attack will happen?” Parker asked.

“Yes. Exactly.” Don pointed at someone stepping outside of their house. “There’s someone now! Observe.”

This person who had just exited the house was carrying a cardboard box. They were sure they were taking the box to the recycling bin, but instead it was placed in the grass by their garage. Parker and Don waited until they made their way back instead before they headed across the street to see what was in the box.

Parker knelt down and started rummaging through it. “We have a box of… Smaller boxes? Bubble wrap, sandwiches, and.. A single left shoe? What is this?”

“Maybe-” Don was cut off when a booming voice started talking behind them.

“Beware!” He shouted. “I am the box ghost! And how dare you, foolish humans, plan to steal my offerings!”

“Offerings?” Don asked. “People give offerings to the ghosts?”

“The people of this town understand how powerful and terrifying I am! With my sharp corrugated corners and the booming pops of my bubble wrap! They offer me items in exchange for me not releasing my wrath on this little mortal city!”

Don and Parker exchanged a look together before looking back at the ghost. The ghost stared at them for a few more moments.

The ghost blinked at them.

“I am the box ghost!”

He suddenly grabbed the box out of Parker’s hands and flew away, disappearing in between the buildings of the city.

Don opened his notebook and wrote out the box ghost’s name. “He must be a powerful ghost if they’re offering him things in exchange for him not attacking them.”

“I think he’s annoying.” Parker said.

“Let’s go observe more things. This is a good start.”

They were walking down another street when they caught a whiff of something.

Parker groaned. “What is that smell? It smells like a sweaty cookie.”

“I actually think it smells like gym socks and snickerdoodles.” Don said, scrunching up his nose.

“I think it might be coming from that house over there.” Parker pointed at a blue house. Outside, a teenager was spraying something on the bushes outside their windows.

They walked up to the boy. Don smiled at him. “That sure is some pesticide. We could smell it from all the way over there.”

The boy’s eyes lit up. “Glad you caught the smell. It’s my cologne, Foley. By Tucker Foley.”

Parker's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up. “Why are you spraying cologne all over your bushes?”

“Gentlemen.” Tucker walked over to them. “Have you ever wanted a cost effective ghost repellent that also acts as the most womanizing cologne ever? The Fenton’s make all sorts of equipment and weapons, but most of them are not for public sale. And if they are, they’re very expensive! Foley by Tucker Foley is only a fraction of the cost! And it works just as well as a ghost shield!”

He leaned forward. “If you’re interested, I can even give you a deal. Two for the price of one. Or half off a gallon bucket with a pesticide wand. What do you say?”

“Sorry, but I don’t think pesticide cologne is really my thing.” Parker said.

Don was busy scribbling in his notebook. “How did you discover this mix of ingredients was a ghost repellent?”

Tucker puffed out his chest with the proudest look on his face. “Lucky shot. Got it on my first try. Discovered it when the school got infected by ghost mosquitoes. It works on regular mosquitoes too, if that convinces you at all.”

“This is how they got rid of the mosquitoes?” Parker whispered to Don. “Weird.”

“Thank you for all this information. Maybe we’ll have to think on it and come back. Have a nice day!”

“You’re not serious are you?” Parker gaped at Don. “This kid’s cologne is probably just so rank that the ghosts wanted to get as far away from it as possible. I can’t believe people are spraying it outside their houses. That’s probably what I’ve been smelling this whole time.”

“We’re observing, Parker.” Don looked at him. “We could get the cologne and compare it to the Fenton’s anti-ecto weapons.”

Parker shook his head. “Anyways. We’ve been at this for awhile, should we head and get some grub? I’m getting hungry.”

“Sure. I could go for some food. You up to burgers? I saw some place called the Nasty Burger and it looked kinda cool.”

“That name does not bode well for us.” Parker typed the name into his phone. “Let’s go.”

It was busy when they got to the Nasty Burger. They walked inside and saw that the line was long. As they walked through the building towards the end of the line, they couldn’t help but notice one strange delicacy that everyone seemed to have on their tray.

“What are they eating? Roses?” Parker leaned forward to whisper in Don’s ear. “That’s so strange. What a weird item for a fast food place to carry.”

“Sam, you have to go get my food for me. I can’t go up to the counter.”

“You just don’t want to order for yourself.”

“No, Sam. The flowers! It’s flower friday.”

“Flower friday?” Don questioned.

“Fine. Just go save our spot. Tucker can order when he gets here.”

“Next!” The cashier called. Don walked up to the counter.

“Hi! Can we get two mighty meaty cheesy melt meals?”

She punched their order into the register. “Anything else?”

“No, thank you! That’ll be all.”

She hit another button and looked back up to them. “Your total is $14.77. Would you like a complimentary blood blossom with that?”

“A what?” Parker frowned at the name.

She looked at them like they were dense. “A complimentary blood blossom. It’s an edible flower with anti-ghost properties. Eating them helps ward against overshadowing.”

“Uh..” Don hesitated. “Sure. We’ll try some.”

They paid her and she printed their receipt out. “Your order will be ready soon. You can wait over there to pick it up when it’s done.”

“Thank you.”

“This town is strange.” Parker’s eyes widened as a realization came over him. “If all these people are developing their own ecto-signatures, do you think they’ll ever get to the point where they won’t be able to consume these blood blossoms anymore?”

Don’s eyes opened wide and he turned to face Parker. “That’s such a good question. I don’t even know.”

The girl who was behind them in line laughed as she was talking to the cashier.

“Sorry, no blood blossoms for us today, Valerie. You know how Danny’s allergies are. He won’t even order his own food on flower Friday’s.”

Valerie barked out a laugh. “I can understand that though. Tell Fenton I say hi, will you.”

“I will. Thanks.”

“Fenton? That Danny kid is the one who registered as a level eight ectoplasmic entity the last time, right?” Don asked.

“Yeah.” Parker looked at the table the Fenton kid had sat down at. “Weird that he registers as a level eight ghost and he’s also allergic to the ghost repelling flowers.”

“Yeah. That is weird.” Their food came out to the counter. Don grabbed the bag and started walking toward the booth the Fenton kid sat in. “Come on. Let’s see if we can overhear any information.”

They slid into the booth next to the teenager and started digging into their food. Even with the offputting name of the restaurant, the food was pretty good.

Sam walked over and slid into the booth behind the. “Valerie says hi.”

Danny sighed. Don peeked over the top of the booth to see him lovingly looking towards the counter. He could practically feel the eyeroll Sam was giving her friend followed by a snort.

“You better not let her catch you looking at her like that during patrol again. The last time she almost got you pretty badly.”

“Come onn, it wasn’t that bad.”

“She broke your nose.”

Don shot Parker a bewildered look at that. Parker stopped mid chewing to make a face.

“Whatever. I just have to be more careful when I’m looking at her.”

“Danny-”

“What is up my dudes.”

“That Tucker kid is friends with him too?” Parker asked.

Don stood up and tried peering over the top of the booth again and looked eyes with the girl. She frowned at him.

“Can we help you?”

Don jumped. “Ah, sorry. I was just, uh, you’re the Fenton kid right?”

He nodded. “You guys are the weird ghost hunters from out of town that didn’t know what they were doing, right?”

“What, we knew what we were-”

Sam barked out a laugh. “You thought I was a ghost and just grabbed me. As if that would do anything to restrain a ghost. How’d the pepper spray feel?”

Don’s eyes widened again. “Not great.”

“Good. Now how about you guys leave us alone. Unless you both want to get sprayed this time.”

“Leave me out of this. I'm sitting in my seat minding my own business and eating my food.” Parker said. Don glared at him.

“Now, now, Sam. Maybe they were interested in buying some Foley. By Tucker Foley. I was giving them my pitch on my ghost repellent slash cologne earlier today.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “We do not need any more people spraying that stuff all over town. It stinks.”

“But my profits are-”

Suddenly the Fenton kid stood up and ran towards the bathroom. Then the whole restaurant went silent.

People started standing up and packing up their food. Don and Parker looked around, unsettled.

“Hey, kids. Where’s everyone going?”

A jock was walking by their table and overheard them. “What are you new here? Everyone knows that if Fentina runs to the bathroom like that a ghost attack will follow.”

“Are you serious?” Parker asked. “Everyone just takes that as gospel?”

“Yeah.” Don looked towards the bathroom. “That’s strange.”

Sam shrugged and packed up her food. “That’s fine. You don’t have to believe us. Stay if you want.”

Don nodded. “We will.”

Tucker snickered as they walked away and soon the restaurant was empty except the two of them.

“They can’t be serious.” Parker took another bite of his food. “Why would the Fenton kid’s potty breaks be any indication of when a ghost attack is going to happen?”

Don shrugged. “Maybe none of their traditions actually do anything. Except for the Box Ghost one. He actually took those things.”

“Maybe everyone here is just-”

“Feel my fury!”

The voice of an older woman emanated through the room. The doors to the kitchen burst in and a meat tornado flew out. It only lasted a few seconds before it moved outside, but when everything settled and went quiet, Don and Parker looked at each other, both covered in meat.

“Don.”

“Yeah, Parker.”

“Can we go home?”

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ozai-the-bonsai · 2 years

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I really enjoyed your Tame the Dragon series ♥ If it's not a problem, I would like to request Daemon x best friend reader. They know each other for years and she is the only one he truly trusts and enjoys her company. She is in love with him for years, but he's never showed any romantic interest in her. But one day when ser Harwin starts flirting with her and she flirts back, he gets super jealous and possesive, and drags the confused reader into his chambers, making her scream his name so loud that the whole castle will know that she belongs to him.

A/N: I’m so sorry that it took me an eternity to finally finish this but for the last two weeks I have been super busy -uni started again, and the first weeks are always full of events so I was rarely home :3 Anyway, it got a lot longer than I expected (: Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x BestFriend!reader

Summary: is in the request itself (:

Word Count: 4,8k

Warnings: I'm not a native English speaker, strong language, smut, possesive Daemon

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You held your breath as the dragon turned its head towards you.

Daemon let out a soft laugh when he saw how tense you were becoming by the second. “All these years, we were the best of friends; however, I have never known you were afraid of dragons.” He spoke with a mocking tone. If you were not standing in front of Caraxes at the moment, you would turn to face him and roll your eyes at him. Instead, you showed him the middle finger while your eyes were still fixed at the dragon in front of you. “Which is quite ironic…”

You didn’t let him finish his word as you spoke. “Because my best friend is a dragon?” You were talking about him, of course. Daemon made an approving sound.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Y/N, he is not going to eat you.” He spoke, once again with a mocking tone, and held you from your left wrist.

“He can eat you, too, if he wants to, you know that, right?” You asked him, then you let out a scream when you felt Daemon dragging you closer to Caraxes. “Daemon!”

“No, he cannot.” He said as he placed your hand on the dragon’s nose. You, once again, held your breath for you were literally touching a dragon. However, once you realised that Caraxes didn’t mind you at all, you let yourself slowly relax as you tried to devour the feeling of its cold, hard scales under your palm. “See, didn’t I tell you?” From the tone of his voice, you could imagine a small smile on Daemon’s lips.

“Shut up,” you muttered as you placed your right hand on Caraxes’ scales, too. “Is he always that cold to the touch?”

Daemon nodded as he watched you getting familiar with his dragon. “Mostly, unless he is about to shoot some fire.” His words made you tense up again, you quickly pulled back your hands. You took a deep breath upon feeling Daemon’s hand on the small of your back. “Relax, Y/N, he won’t burn you alive unless I say so.”

You turned back to look at him as you raised an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned, my Prince?” Realising that how handsome he looked under the dim lighting of the Dragonpit, you held your breath.

I just wish he would have, at some point in the past, noticed it. The way I have always looked at him.

He shrugged with a careless manner. “Just try to get on my good side, then you won’t become his dinner.” When he saw the horrified expression on your face, Daemon let out a laughter. “We have known each other ever since we were little kids, and you still tend to believe everything I say.”

You rolled your eyes as you muttered under your breath. “As if your tone allows me to tell whether you’re joking…”

He ignored your last remark and held you tight from your waist, causing you to frown. At the same time, feeling his body standing too close to yours caused your heart to beat faster. You could easily feel the heat radiating off his body. “Now, let’s get to the fun part.” He said as the edge of lips turned upwards. “You’ll be going on a ride.”

Before you could find the chance to protest, Daemon lifted you up from the ground and literally threw you to the saddle. You let out a scream. “Daemon, what the fuck?!”

“Come on, I am sure you’ll enjoy it.” He told you as he climbed onto the saddle. “Just hold on tight, or I will have to explain it to your father and my brother why you fell down from the sky.”

“I am so going to kill you when this is over…” You muttered angrily and wrapped your arms around Daemon’s waist -he was sitting in front of you. He blew a kiss at you with a cocky smirk inhabiting his lips. Then, he said something in High Valyrian, which caused Caraxes to slowly stand up on its feet. When the dragon started walking, you let out another scream.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, we are not even flying yet.” Daemon kept on taunting you. “Get a hold of yourself.”

“Shut up or I’ll bite your ear.” You threatened him. This was something from your childhood -there had been this one time when Daemon had pissed you off so much that you had bit his ear in return. Over the years, the rather funny incident had evolved into an inside joke between you two.

Daemon laughed. “We will see who bites whom this time, Y/N. Now hold on tight.”

As you tightened your arms around his waist, Daemon said something in High Valyrian, again, which caused Caraxes to slowly flap its wings. You pressed your lips against each other not to scream this time for you didn’t want to give Daemon anything else so that he couldn’t taunt you anymore.

Then, Caraxes started to fly.

It was a wonderful feeling, being able to touch the clouds, and yet terrifying. When Caraxes stopped ascending and started flying horizontally, at a constant speed, the fear slowly left you as it gave its place to excitement. You cheered, throwing your left hand into the air.

Daemon chuckled as he raised his left hand in the air, too, then took a hold of yours to place it around his waist. You weren’t sure if it was flying or Daemon’s touch that was causing the butterflies in your stomach to go wild. “See, Y/N, I told you you’d like it.” He said. “Sometimes I feel like I know you better than you know yourself.”

At that moment, you wanted to try something daring -something you probably would not be bold enough to do if you weren’t, to some extent, drunken with adrenaline running wild through your veins.

Shifting a little bit in your place, you lifted your hips off the saddle and leaned forward. Then, you left a kiss on Daemon’s cheek, intentionally letting your lips linger there longer than they needed to. “Thank you, Daemon.” You said as you sat back your place, your arms were still tight around his waist. You could see the hints of a smile inhabiting his lips.

“Would you like to see something thrilling?” Daemon asked you, as if what he had been showing you wasn’t thrilling at all. Still, curiosity got the better of you -as it always did -so you made an approving sound. “Dracarys!”

[Time Skip]

When Daemon jumped down from the saddle, he was covered in ash and dust since he had made you literally fly into the cloud of smoke after Caraxes had thrown fire. You were pretty sure that you looked just the same -your face covered in grey dust, black ashes inhabiting your hair.

As you followed him down, leaving the saddle, you kept thinking about how magical it had actually felt. Being completely alone with him, up in the sky… It felt somehow right. You lifted your head up to cast a quick look at Daemon, only to meet his violet eyes already roaming around your pretty face. The intense look inside his eyes made you turn yours away almost immediately.

You held your breath as he took a step closer to you, looking down at you. Then, he raised his right hand in the air to push back a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingertips touching your face on purpose.

You had known him for years, ever since you were a child and growing up with Daemon, you couldn’t help but find yourself enjoying his presence more and more to the point that you started to feel something for him. Over the years, your feelings had got only stronger even though he had never shown any romantic interest in you. Not that you were expecting him to since you knew very well how twisted he was, all these years you had never known him to grow feelings for anyone -your bond with him had always been the strongest, hence he trusted you the most.

It was for a fact that you were unable to get rid of your feelings for him; however, at times like this (although they were pretty seldom) little things he did were confusing you to the point of losing your sleep for a couple of nights.

He was probably simply trying to tease you for he had absolutely no idea about the way you felt about him.

“We should go get dressed,” Daemon spoke, bringing you back to reality. “Your ladyship would not miss the little gathering of the King, would you?”

You rolled your eyes at him as you walked towards the exit, Daemon following you. “Your ladyship, my ass,” you muttered. You hated to be called that way and Daemon, of course, knew about that.

Daemon snorted at your reaction. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

As you were about to turn right to look at him, your eyes found Ser Harwin Strong approaching you. Quickly wearing your ladylike attitude, you let your expression get softer. “Ser Harwin,” you greeted him.

“My lady,” he greeted you back, then turned to Daemon. “My prince.”

Daemon made a simple movement with his head, not even speaking to him.

Ser Harwin took your right hand and brought it to his lips. “Even the ash and the dust are unable to cloud your beauty, Lady Y/N.” He said, causing you to giggle. “Will you be joining the gathering today, my Lady?”

You nodded with a soft smile on your lips. “I hope to see you there, Ser Harwin.”

If you hadn’t been so focused on Harwin Strong, you would have certainly felt the jealousy radiating off Daemon.

[Time Skip]

The skirts of the silver dress you were wearing swayed in the soft wind as you brought the glass to your mouth, taking a big from the wine. Meanwhile, you were hoping for Ser Harwin Strong not to notice how pink your cheeks had become for he had been showering you with compliments since the beginning of the gathering.

Though, you had to admit that he was awfully attractive. And he knew how to approach a charming young woman like you.

The more he flirted with you, the more you started to daydream about how it would feel to have his strong arms around your waist, his lips brushing against yours…

You had laid with men before but none of them were nearly as handsome as Harwin, which made the simplest thought even more exciting.

But what about Daemon? You kept asking yourself time to time, even though you knew you needn’t feel guilty for there had never been anything between you two. Still, the feelings you had for him were as real as ever, which made you feel like as if you could… break something by getting close with Harwin Strong.

“You have a rather strong liking for wine, my Lady.” Harwin said as he filled your cup with red wine. The edge of your lips curled upwards while you nodded.

“Well, I grew up with the Prince and as you know, he brings all the best wine from his adventures across the Narrow Sea for he drinks only the best.” You told him.

Harwin smiled at you. “Of course, Prince Daemon has an impeccable taste,” he said and his eyes lingered on your lips for a short while before he continued to speak. “I would like to hear more of your adventures with the Prince, my Lady. On a pleasant evening, with some Dornish wine, perhaps?”

Upon feeling someone looking at you, you turned your head to the right, only to meet Daemon’s violet eyes. He was standing by the wall, hands crossed over his chest. Even from that distance, you could clearly feel the jealousy radiate off him, which left you only confused. The moment your eyes met his, he frowned and turned his look towards Harwin Strong, jealousy visible in his violet pupils.

Quickly, you turned back to Harwin with a soft smile on your lips, though you were still thinking about Daemon. “Of course, Ser Harwin, I would love to.”

You could swear Harwin’s dark eyes shone with happiness as he took a big sip from his wine. Wind made his brown curls sway ever so gently, causing him to look even more handsome than he already was.

“I am so sorry to interrupt this pleasant conversation, Ser Harwin, but I have to steal Lady Y/N for a while.”

Daemon’s voice made you slightly leap up in your place for you hadn’t seen him approaching you two. Harwin Strong gave Daemon a small nod and held your free hand, gently bringing it to his lips. Then, he walked away, joining his father and his brother.

Suddenly, Daemon took the cup away from your hands and placed it on the table next to you. Before you could ask him what the hell was happening, he held you firmly from your left wrist and literally dragged you behind him as he walked into the castle.

“Daemon, what do you think you are doing?!” You hissed between your teeth, trying to keep up with his pace as he walked steadily. “Everyone is looking at us!”

“Good,” was the only thing he said. You had never seen him like this; hence you could not tell what he was about to do or why he had suddenly started acting in such a weird way. It was impossible to ignore the anger and jealousy waves coming from him, which confused you even more.

Then, it all hit you.

He was jealous because you had been flirting with Harwin Strong all afternoon.

You tried to shake your arm free. “Daemon, let me at least walk on my own, for fuck’s sake!”

He looked at you over his shoulder, still dragging you behind him. “So that you could walk back to him?”

“This is about him, then.” You said as you forcefully freed your wrist from his hold the moment he stopped. Little did you realise that he had dragged you right in front of his chambers. “What is wrong with you?”

“I do not want to see him with you again, Y/N.” Daemon spoke with a low but demanding voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Why do you care?” You asked with your hands crossed over your chest, a deep frown inhabiting your face. Daemon took a step towards you. As he looked down at you, you could feel his warm breath licking your forehead. “You have never shown any interest in me, Daemon, and you choose this moment to…”

He didn’t even let you finish your word as he pressed his lips against yours.

You pushed him away with a confused expression on your face. “What are you doing?” You asked, your voice was lower than a whisper for you could not find the strength to talk. Your whole body was shaking, and your breath was heavy as if you had been on a run. “Someone could see us!”

“I don’t give a single fuck,” Daemon spoke with a husky tone as he pulled you against his chest and cupped your face. “In fact, I want everyone in this castle to know that you are mine.” Your eyes were wide with shock, you didn’t know how to react to his words for all those years, you had believed that he had taken absolutely no fancy to you, that you had been the only one yearning for the other’s touches.

“Daemon,” you breathed out his name as he leant into you, his lips brushing against yours.

“You are mine, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, his left hand caressing your cheek. “And no one else shall lay their hands on you ever again.”

When his lips captured yours, you felt as if your heart was trying to break free from your chest, beating so fast which made you wonder if Daemon could hear it as well. He didn’t give you any time to think about what he had just told you while he kissed you with such hunger as if he wanted to capture your next breath.

You found it hard to believe what was really happening.

Even though all you wanted at that moment was to let yourself get lost in the kiss and sink into Daemon’s arms, the thoughts roaming in your head were not allowing you to leave yourself completely to his touches -you wanted to know why he was acting that way, why he had got jealous in the first place and since when he was thinking about you in a different way.

Slowly, you tried to pull your head a little back to put some distance between your lips. “Daemon, I need…” The Rogue Prince didn’t let you speak as his lips captured yours once again; however, you insisted on talking as you took a little step back. “Let me speak.”

“Shh,” Daemon whispered while he pressed his index finger against your lips. With his other hand, he opened the doors to his chambers. “We have been speaking for years, Y/N.” Holding you from your hand, he pulled you inside and closed the door behind you. Your heart started to beat faster as if it was even possible when you found yourself stuck between the wooden doors and Daemon’s body. His hands were placed on the door you were leaning on either sides of your head. Every time you inhaled, your chest was brushing against his. Daemon’s violet eyes were darkened with lust as he looked down at you. “I am sick of the words.”

The closer he stood to you, the more you were losing your grip on reality.

You took a deep breath when he wrapped one of his hands around your waist, leaning into you. “I want you, Y/N,” he breathed the words against your skin and laid his lips on your neck. You pressed your lips against each other. “I want to mark every inch of your body as mine,” he sucked on the flesh, causing you to gasp. Your hands slowly found their way around his neck. “So that no other men would dare touch you again.”

Every time his lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, you could feel the control slipping away from your fingers, your judgement being clouded by desire. You have been yearning for this very moment ever since you could remember; hence, in mere seconds, all the doubts and the questions troubling you dissolved into thin air as lust took control of your body.

You were scarcely aware of your actions as you held Daemon from his chin and pulled him against your lips, which caused him to chuckle into the kiss. His lips were hungry against yours, he licked your lower lip for you to give him an entrance.

Once you parted your lips, his tongue slid into your mouth, meeting yours in midway. You pressed Daemon more against your body as you deepened the kiss, your hands working their way through the layer of clothes to leave him with his shirt.

For a brief moment, Daemon broke the kiss to send you a cocky smirk. At the same time, his right hand was slowly sliding under the long skirts of your dress. “I didn’t know that you were lusting after me, Lady Y/N.” He spoke with a playful tone and pressed his lips against yours once again.

“There are a lot of things,” you spoke in between kisses, “you don’t know, my Prince.”

You gasped as his fingers climbed up your inner thigh. “I’m intrigued,” Daemon whispered and took your lower lip between his teeth. Your breath got heavier as his fingers reached your core. The edge of Daemon’s lips curled upwards upon feeling your wetness against his fingertips. “You’re fucking wet, Y/N, and I haven’t even started touching you yet.”

His free hand cupped your breast over the fabric of your dress, you bit your lower lip as you spoke. “Just the simplest thought,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his violet ones as you spoke, “of you burying yourself deep within me,” you gasped when you felt Daemon’s middle finger brushing against your clit, “is enough.”

You could feel the hardness inside Daemon’s trousers growing bigger as it pressed against your lower stomach.

“Tell me,” Daemon whispered against your lips as his finger began to move faster, causing you to bite your lower lip to silence your moans. “Have you ever touched yourself, imagining it was me that was touching you?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. Daemon started toying with your clit faster, again, which made you let out a silent moan this time. You could see his eyes getting darker by the second.

“Have you ever thought about me,” he asked, once more fastening the movement of his finger so that your moans became louder. Anyone passing by could easily hear you for you were leaning the door. “When you laid with other men?”

To get a better angle, Daemon made you lift your right leg with his other hand. You were trying to unbutton his shirt but it was almost impossible for you to concentrate yourself on anything. “Yes,” you spoke but it came out more like a moan. “Every fucking time.”

The feeling in your stomach was building up, your moans were becoming louder and more frequent. “Before, you always came to the thought of me,” Daemon whispered against your skin, he could tell that you were close to the edge. “This time, you will come for me.”

With the last bits of strength left in your body, you held Daemon’s arm. “But I don’t want to come just yet.” You whispered. Daemon slowed down the movement of his finger upon hearing you, a smirk inhabited his lips.

“As you wish, my Lady.”

Letting you rest your right foot on the floor, Daemon moved both of his hands to your waist and pulled you into a kiss. However, you really weren’t focusing on the kiss as your hands made their way to his trousers, pushing them down to free his erection from the cloth. Daemon let out a grunt when you wrapped your hand around his cock.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto your knees, your eyes didn’t leave his as you licked through his length. A deep grunt left Daemon’s throat when you took his cock in your mouth, moving your head back and forth.

“Fuck,” he growled, his left hand found its way to your hair, pushing his length deeper into your throat. Fighting your gagging reflex, you tried to go on like that -taking him deep into your throat -but eventually, you had to pull your head back. Before you could take him in your mouth once again, Daemon held you from your chin and pulled you to your feet. “Tonight, I want to fuck you, Y/N, until you come screaming my name, letting every single man in this damn castle know that you belong to me.” He said upon seeing the confused look in your eyes. “Your mouth will be the next time.”

His words made you blush but at the same time, you found yourself giggling as he led you to the bed. Once again that night, Daemon’s lips captured yours. His hands were trying to break you free from the dress, but he was too impatient.

“If you don’t get rid of that dress,” he whispered against your lips with a husky voice. “Then I’ll have to rip it in two.”

You mimicked his tone as you undressed yourself. “I have never known you were so eager to fuck me, Daemon.”

The moment your dress fell down around your ankles, leaving you totally naked, you saw the hungry look in Daemon’s eyes getting even denser.

The Rogue Prince licked his lower lip as he held you from your ass with both hands, pulling you against his bare chest -you didn’t even recall freeing him from his shirt. “Oh, my Lady Y/N, you have absolutely no idea…”

The throbbing between your legs was getting worse by the second, you needed to feel him in you -his cock was pressing against your lower stomach. “Would the Prince like me to ride him,” you whispered against his lips as you gently pushed Daemon towards his bed, making him sit. “As I rode his dragon?”

As a response, Daemon pulled you onto his lap.

Riding two dragons a day, you thought to yourself as you slowly slid onto his cock, causing both of you to inhale deeply. I deserve a fucking medal.

Daemon’s hold was firm on your ass as he made you move faster against his hips. “You are only mine, Y/N,” he hissed against your neck before biting, which would surely leave a mark. “Only I can touch you.”

“Yes,” you moaned, fastening the movement of your hips. “I am yours.”

You let out a soft cry when Daemon hit that spot in you, causing your sight to slightly blur.

“Be louder,” he told you, making you hold your body at that particular angle so that every time you let yourself down onto his hips, he would reach that spot. “I want everyone to know that I’m the one fucking you, making you scream.”

Your hands were tangled in his long, silver hair.

Daemon moved one of his hands to your breast, taking your nipple between his fingers. Soon, his mouth replaced his hand as his warm tongue flicked over your hardened nipple. You were pretty sure that everyone in the perimeter could easily hear your soft cries.

“Daemon,” you spoke his name, which came out more or less like a whine.

His lips left your nipple as he moved his hand to your neck. You could imagine that the firm way he held your ass was going to leave some marks. “Yes, Y/N,”

“I… I want you to,” you could barely form words, “fuck me harder.”

The moment those words left your lips, you felt the soft sheets of Daemon’s bed against your skin for he had put you onto your back at that instant. After sliding a little bit up on the bed, he put your legs on his shoulders and thrusted into you. Instinctually, you covered your mouth with your hand to silence your screams for he was continually hitting the sweet spot within you.

Daemon pinned your hands above your head with his left one, the other hand held you steady from your hips. “Don’t,” he spoke with a husky voice as he thrusted deeper, “I want you to scream my name.”

When Daemon’s hand pinning yours over your head moved between your bodies, you were already dangerously close to your orgasm but the aggressive movement of his fingers against your clit sent you over the edge in mere seconds.

You held onto his shoulders, your nails sinking into his skin. “Daemon,” you cried out, “I’m… fuck. Oh fuck!”

“Yes, Y/N,” he grunted as he looked down at you, his silver hair dangling, sweat building up on his forehead. “Come for me.”

Your sight went blurry as the huge wave of pleasure hit you, having you scream Daemon’s name as your legs began to shake. Daemon held your body steady as he continued to thrust deep into you while you rode your orgasm.

You weren’t really sure if it was the way you had been crying out his name or the way your walls had clenched around his cock that sent him over the edge but not long after you, Daemon came as well. Burying his head to the crook of your neck, he kept grunting your name against your skin as his warm seed filled you.

Slowly, Daemon pulled out and rolled onto his back, his chest was still rising up and falling down faster than usual. Turning left, you laid on your side to look at him as he steadied his breathing. Of course, it didn’t take him long to realise your questioning looks lingering on his pretty face. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“So,” you murmured as you began to draw circles on his bare chest with your right index finger. “What now?”

“Now,” Daemon spoke with a low voice, running his right hand along your thighs, “everybody knows that you belong to me. And I will keep reminding them that you are only mine to touch.” The edge of his lips curled upwards. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

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Happy Birthday John David Hannah born 23rd April 1962 in East Kilbride.

Hannah attended Heathery Knowe Primary School then Claremont High School in East Kilbride and on leaving school was an apprentice electrician for four years. He gave up his work as an electrician after being accepted to the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow.

After a few years cutting his teeth in TV shows likeThe Bill, Boon and of course Taggart, Hannah finally got his ‘big break’ when he was cast as Matthew in Four Weddings and a Funeral, since then he has made a name for himself on both stage and screen. His most notable roles have been as Quintus Lentulus Batiatus in the American television series Spartacus, Rutger Simon in Damages and Jack Roper in New Street Law, film roles include the two “Mummy” movies, Tam McGraw in The Wee Man and James Hammerton in Sliding Doors. John also helped Edinburgh Zoo celebrate its centenary in 2013 by narrating a BBB documentary on the tourist attraction's history, getting up-close-and-personal with the zoo's furry residents by launching a newly refurbished koala enclosure.

Hannah was in the Slovakian film The Auschwitz Report in 2021, based on a true story it is about two prisoners of the infamous Extermination camp who manage to escape with details about the camp's operation including a label from a canister of the pesticide Zyklon-B.

More up to date he was in an excellent episode ofrthe hit series, post apocalyptic series The Last of Us in 2023. he also appeared in the most recent series of Black Mirror set in Scotland. called Loch Henry about a young couple travel to a sleepy Scottish town to start work on a genteel nature documentary - but find themselves drawn to a juicy local story involving shocking events of the past.

Look out for David in his latest movie, Damaged, which he costarswith Hollywood A-ist actor Samuel L Jackson, this too is filmed in several Scottish locations across the Edinburgh area. We see the Royal Mile, Edinburgh Castle, Calton Hill, the Forth Road Bridge and several other local spots like Bathgate and Livinston in the trailer, Gianni Capldi is also in the film.

He has several other projects on the go, so is not short of work.

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we could be more | dean winchester | 4

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : DRIVER’S LICENSE - OLIVIA RODRIGO

“Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid.” Dean groaned as he drove the car.

”Why?” Sam asked.

”Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave- there-there was no body left after the fire.”

“She has a headstone.”

“Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on.”

“It’s not about that.”

”Enlighten me then, Sam.”

“It's not about a body, or, or, a casket. It's about her memory, okay?”

“Mhmm.”

”And after Dad it ju-just feels like the right thing to do.”

“It's irrational, is what it is.”

”Look, man. No one asked you to come.”

”Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that thing down.”

”That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride, and I'll meet you there tomorrow.”

”How about we ask what Beanie wants to do?” Dean turned slightly. “Whatcha wanna do?”

”Go to the graveyard.” I replied. “Believe it or not, my family’s tombstone is nearby. The night my family died was spent in Lawrence.”

“Well, then, you can pay your respects there.” Sam agreed.

We reached the graveyard, and I instantly started searching for our family plot. As soon as I found it, I sat at my dad’s grave, staring at the inscription of his name.

“Hey, dad.” I whispered. “It’s been 7 years since I last saw you, and if I’m being honest, it’s eating me alive cause I need you with me. I found your book and I saw your notes on Sam and Dean, so I found them and they’re protecting me from the dreamwalker cause the devil came after me, but only took away my powers. It feels like I’ve let you down.” My voice started breaking uncontrollably. “You told me to take care of my family, but there’s no one left to protect, so what am I here for?” I felt a tear drop onto my Panic!At the Disco t-shirt. “Dean and Sam have their own problems to deal with, b-but they insist that I don’t intrude. It’s… c-confusing.” I paused. “And there’s another thing. Everyone expects me t-to live up to either yours or mom’s name, but it’s so hard to do. I doubt I can-”

”Beanie!” I heard, so I left some flowers at the grave and went over to Dean.

“What?”

“Does this mean anything to you?” He pointed to the ground. There was a ring of dead grass surrounding a tombstone, along with a wreath of dead flowers. I wiped a tear from my eye, then nodded.

“It’s an odd ring of dead grass around a grave, it’s usually a sign of a troubled spirit or unholy ground.”

“You hear that, Sam?”

“Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide.” Sam suggested, so I bent down and touched the soil, bringing it up to my face.

“Nope.” I shook my head. “If pesticide was still here, soil wouldn’t be dry. Excesses of it make the soil wet for a few hours after.”

“Okay, so what are you thinking?”

“Unholy ground.”

“Un-“ Sam stopped, looking dumbfounded.

“What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground.” Dean explained. “Remember the-the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?”

“Yeah, b-“

”Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the-the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough.” Dean grimaced at Sam’s nod. “Well, don’t get too excited, you might pull something.”

“It's just... stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?”

“So?”

“So… are you sure this is about a hunt and not anything else?”

“What else would it be about?”

“Boys.” I sighed, going and getting a newspaper from a nearby stand.

“You believe what you want, Sam, but -- I let you drag my butt out here, the least we could do is check this out.”

“Yeah. Fine.” Sam grumbled.

“Her dad works as a professor at the university here.” I informed, looking up.

“Dr. Mason?” Dean knocked on the door in the university, and Dr Mason opened it.

“Yes?” He replied.

“I'm Sam. This is Dean, and this is Ivy.” Sam introduced. “We were friends of Angela's. We... we wanted to offer our condolences.”

“Please, come in.” We entered, and while Dean went to the shelves, Sam and I sat down.

“She was beautiful.” Sam smiled, looking at a photo.

“She was.” Dr Mason nodded sadly. I got up, going to the door.

“I’m going to get some fresh air.” I excused, then shut the door behind me. I looked around at the bustling students, and I gulped, remembering my brief time at college before I dropped out.

“You look lost.” I turned to see a dude who seemed to be six foot tall, making me feel small since I was 5’ 8”. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes and a smile that could probably blind me. He was dressed smartly, and glasses framed his eyes, giving him a geeky look. “Are you a student?”

“God, no.” I chuckled. “I’m here visiting Dr Mason with my brothers. We were friends with Angela.” I held out my hand. “I’m Lily Carter.”

“Nate, but the students call me Mr Coleman.” He shook my hand. “I’m sorry about Angela.”

“So am I.” I smiled. “It’s hard, but I’m dealing.”

“Your brothers are helping, huh?”

“More than I think they are.” I nodded. “They’re going through things too, so they need my help as well.”

“Sounds like a good thing.” He grinned, then looked like he was hesitant for something. “C-Can I get your number?”

“Oh, sure.” I pulled out my phone and so did he, and I read out my number. When we were done, his cheeks were red, a goofy smile on his face.

“Do you think we can-“

“Beanie?” Dean and Sam came out from the office, and found me. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” I asked.

“Course I will.” He grinned. “It was great meeting you, Lily Carter.”

“And you, Nate Coleman.” I replied, then walked off with the boys.

“I never knew ‘a breath of fresh air’ meant ‘find a new man’.” Dean teased.

“Dean, it wasn’t like that-“

“Don’t think that we didn’t see you staring at that dude like he was a cup of coffee.” Sam chuckled. “Just couldn’t resist him.”

“I got his number, but-“

“Don’t think we’ve forgotten about Will.” Dean snorted.

“Yeah, Will.” Sam laughed. “Speaking of Will, have you two been in contact since we left?”

“Nope.” I replied. “Just another relationship on the go.”

“We’ve had our fair share.” They both nudged me.

“Speaking of which, where are we staying for tonight?” Dean asked.

“I’ve got a safe house here.” I offered.

“How many safe houses do you have?”

I held up a set of keys.

“Damn.”

The moment we had gotten into the Impala, Dean had been blabbing on about how we ‘found something’. Sam was forever sceptical, and I was trying to find a quiet moment so I could text Nate.

“I'm telling you, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet.” Dean repeated as we closed the house door.

“Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing.” Sam groaned.

“Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground.”

”There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father.”

“Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?”

“You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore.”

“So what, Sam? What, we just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?”

“I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This is about Mom’s grave.”

“Oh, he just went there.” I whispered, breathing out.

Dean scoffed. “That’s got nothing to do with it.”

“You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it. Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad.” Sam persisted.

“I’m not taking this-“ They were interrupted by my keys jingling, and I put my leather jacket on, ignoring their faces as I fixed my crop top.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked.

“Thanks for realising that I’m still here.” I smiled falsely. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m heading to the bar, alone, to get a drink. You two have a copy of the keys if you want to do something similar.” I went out of the door, walking to the bar.

I was busy drinking a whiskey at the bar, merely cause I was in the mood for something fancier than beer.

“You alright, sweetheart?” The bartender asked, prepping a drink.

“Yeah, I’m just getting away from my brothers. They might be wrestling at this point.” I replied with a scoff.

“I used to do that with my brothers. My mom said it should be professional.” He chuckled. “Anyway, I have something for you.” He gave me a Cosmopolitan, and I frowned.

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“But the gentleman across the bar did. Paid for it an’ all.” He pointed to…

“Nate.” I half exhaled, half laughed as he walked up to me, sitting down on the bar stool beside me.

“Lily.” Nate grinned. “I never thought I’d see you again, not after your… brothers… whisked you away.”

“Why the emphasis?” I asked, sipping the Cosmo.

“Because I never knew that Lily Carter could be the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester.”

I choked on my drink. “You know?”

“A lot of hunters know who those two are.” He nodded. “So your name isn’t really Lily Carter, is it?”

“Nope.” I chuckled. “Ivonne Rainer.”

“Michael Rainer’s daughter?”

“You bet.” I smirked, then took out his ID, which I’d nifted from his pocket. “And your name isn’t Nate Coleman, is it, Xavier?”

“You got me.” He grinned. “I’m actually Xavier Jackson.”

“I never thought I’d see a hunter work undercover as a school teacher.”

“I joined the day after Angela’s death.” Xavier explained. “Something was up, cause I’d seen her grave. I’ve never seen a more obvious mark of-“

“-unholy ground.” We finished together, then started laughing. I drank my Cosmo to stop laughing, but then he seemed hesitant to say something.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“The first time I saw you with Sam and Dean, I thought you and Dean were dating or you liked each other, and I was scared to text you-“

I started laughing again, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye. “No way, Dean and I are friends! He just calls me Beanie cause I wore one the first time we met.”

”Phew.” He pretended to wipe off sweat from his forehead, adjusting his glasses. “I-I thought I had some competition, to say the least.”

“There’s nothing in your way, trust me.” I grinned.

I woke up, squinting my eyes at the bright light of the sun and sighing. I giggled when an arm wrapped around my waist, somebody peppering kisses along my shoulder.

“Last night was amazing.” Xavier whispered in my ear, and I turned around to face him.

“Last night was a blur.” I joked. “Can you remind me what happened?”

“Are you-“

“I’m kidding!” I laughed, cupping his cheek and rubbing my thumb against it softly. “Yeah, last night was… I don’t have words.”

“Your phone is ringing, though.” He whispered, and I pulled the sheets over me as I reached over, seeing the caller ID.

Sam.

“Oh, damn.” I cursed, then picked it up. “Hey, Sam?”

‘Ivy, thank god. You didn’t come home last night, where are you?’

“You know Nate, right? I met him at the bar, but I was a bit drunk and he took me to his house since it was nearer and neither of us brought cars.”

‘You could’ve called either me or Dean.’

“And risk either of you ranting about how dumb the other person is? Hell no.”

‘True- Dean, you’ll get your chance to talk- hey!’

‘Text me the address, Beanie, I’ll be there in five.’

“Fine.” I cut the call, texted Dean the address, then grabbed my clothes and quickly slipped into them.

“Call me later, yeah?” Xavier asked while putting his shirt on. The moment it went on, I never could’ve guessed he was jacked.

“Of course I will.” I kissed his cheek then his lips, but he kept me there by holding my hips. I pulled back, grinning. “Dean’s gonna give you the dad talk if he finds us kissing, even if he’s not my dad.”

“Right.” He combed his hair while I reapplied my lip gloss, picking up my keys and putting on my jacket.

“By the way,” I breathed, “you have the hottest sleeper build ever.”

“Glad to know.” He smiled, kissing my hand just as the roar of the Impala came from the other side of the door. I opened the door, waving and getting into shotgun, turning to Dean.

“No call.” He lectured. “No text, no warning that you might not be back-“

“Chill, Dean.” I sighed.

“And even after that, there’s no sign of a hangover. In fact, you’re weirdly glowing…” He paused, his head whipping round. “You got laid.”

“I, uh…” He pulled my collar down then let out a loud laugh, returning my collar to where it was. “You did! And by geek guy as well!”

“His name is Xavier.”

“I thought it was Nate.”

“He’s undercover investigating Angela.”

”We’re on a hunt and you got yourself laid.”

“Don’t think I don’t know about Cassie.”

The comment made him pause. “No comment. Was he good?”

“WHAT?!”

”It’s a genuine question! Did he treat you right?”

“He was great.”

“Then I have no problem.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You deserve to be happy, Beanie. My job is to protect you.”

We ended up at Angela’s roommate, Lindsey’s, apartment. Dean unlocked it, and we walked in, and he picked up a picture, but there was a reflection.

Of Lindsey.

“Who the hell are you?” She confronted before she shut the door, seemingly locking it.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on!” Dean called.

“I’m calling 911!”

“Hear me out!” I spoke up. “I’m here with Angela’s cousin. Alan? Alan Stanwick? We’re here to pick up Angela’s stuff because her dad sent us.”

She opened the door slightly. “He never told me you were coming.”

“We have the keys to your house, sweetheart.” I smiled, holding up the keys.

“Who are you?”

“Naomi Wickham.” I lied. “Alan is my… boyfriend.”

She came back out, coming face to face with us. She sat down on the sofa, and started crying, so we sat down and handed her a Kleenex tissue.

“So. I'm sure you got a, a view of Angela that none of the family got to see.” Dean- I mean Alan- said. “Tell me, what, what was she like? I mean, what was she really like?”

”She was great.” She sobbed. “She was so, so…”

“Great?”

“Yeah.” She nodded before breaking down again. In an attempt to play the kind girlfriend, I gave her a tissue.

“Here you go.” I soothed. “You two must have been really close, huh?”

”We were. But it's not just her, it's Matt.”

“Who?” Dean asked.

“Angela’s boyfriend.”

“Right.” I nodded. “What about him?”

“He killed himself last night. He cut his own throat. Who does that?” Lindsey wailed, taking another tissue.

“That’s terrible.”

“He was taking Angela's death pretty hard, and I guess... I mean, he'd been messed up about it for days.”

”Messed up how?” Dean asked.

“He kept on saying that he saw her everywhere.”

“Well, I’m sure that’s normal, with everything he was going through.”

“No, he said that he SAW her. As in, an acid trip or something.”

“Were Angela and Matt a happy couple? I mean, is there any reason that Angela would be angry with him?” Dean persisted.

“What? No, of course not, why do you ask?” She looked confused, so I had to step in.

“Just checking, Lindsey. Where did Matt live?”

We opened the door to my safe house, hearing something weird going on with the television. Sam threw down the remote, acting as if nothing was wrong.

“Hey.” He coughed.

“Hey.” Dean grimaced.

“Awkward.” I whistled. “Let’s not have me come home to that again, eh?”

”Where in the hell were you?” Sam asked, deflecting.

“Working my imaginary case.” Dean sniped.

“Yeah? And?”

“Well, you were right, I didn't find much. Yeah. Except Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings.”

“Okay, I get it. I'm sorry, maybe there is something going on here.”

“Maybe? Sam, I know how to do my job, despite what you might think.”

“Hey, maybe we should check out the overall situation.” I interrupted. “We went to Matt’s apartment and it’s the same thing as the cemetery. Dead plants, hell, even dead goldfish.”

“So, unholy ground?” Sam asked.

“Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela.” Dean picked up a pink book, showing it to us. “I have been reading this, though.”

“You stole the girl's diary?”

“Yeah, and if anything, she’s a little too nice.” I remembered a book from Dr Mason’s room, so I pulled out every language book I had in my satchel.

”Are you kidding me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world.” Dean turned to me. “What’s going on, Beanie?”

“Did you see a book with strange symbols in Dr Mason’s room?” I asked, flipping the book.

“Yeah, I showed him it.”

“I’m gonna need at least a few samples.”

“I didn't realise the college employed grief counsellors.” We were at the house of a guy named Neil, who seemed to be close friends with Angela.

“Oh yeah. Yeah, you talk, we listen. Or maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever jump-starts the healing.” Dean nodded.

“Well, I think I’m ok, thanks.” Neil refused.

“You heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay.” I smiled. “Grief can make people do crazy things.”

”Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am. But if Matt killed himself it wasn't 'cause of grief.”

“No? Then why?”

“It was guilt. Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it.” He said it almost bitterly, piquing my interest.

”How, Neil?”

“Well, she really loved that guy. But the night of the accident she walked in on him with another girl.” Neil explained. “She was really torn up, that's why she crashed the car. Um, look, I gotta get ready for work, so ... thanks for the concern, but... seriously, I'll be okay.”

We left the house, a little more assured than last time.

“Well, that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense.” Dean shrugged. “I mean, hell hath no fury...”

“So if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?” Sam asked as we got into the car. I was in the driver’s this time to give Dean a break.

“Well, there's one way to be sure.”

“Yeah?”

“Burn the bones.”

“Are you high?” I scoffed. “By ‘burning the bones’ you mean burning a still rotting body. That could release an angrier spirit.”

“C’mon,” Dean chuckled, “since when are you afraid to get your hands dirty?”

We were digging Angela’s grave, the three of us panting as we tossed soil into a large pile. When we were done, Dean gestured to the coffin.

“Ladies first.” He joked to Sam, who winced and opened the coffin-

“What the hell?” I exclaimed. The coffin was empty.

“This can’t be possible.” Sam frowned.

“They buried the body four days ago.” Dean fumed.

“I don’t get it.”

I aimed my torch at the side of the coffin, seeing inscriptions. I got in, bending down so I could see the letters properly.

“Beanie? Got something?” Dean called. I pulled a pen and a flip notepad out of my inside pocket, balancing the notepad on my knee as I quickly wrote down the inscriptions, every small marking possible. “Beanie!”

“We need to get back to the safe house.” I clicked my tongue, holding out my torch to see the paper. “I’m not translating this thing in a graveyard.”

“Alright, what now?” Dean asked, sitting down at the table. I sipped a cup of coffee, taking out every language book in my satchel and laying them out on the table, opening them to the title page. Then I reached in, digging my hand around, shoulder deep.

“Ivy, say something.” Sam urged.

“Alright, then.” I cleared my throat, still searching. “Where is this thing? Oh, right. So, that is an Ancient Greek dialect, as you know. But it’s gonna take me days to find the right one, and we don’t have that kind of time, so I need a little help.” I closed my fingers around a long cylindrical vial full of clear liquid. “Is this the truth serum?” I pulled the cap off, tapping the side twice. It glowed blue, so I smiled. “This is it.” I dipped a finger in it and made an inscription on the paper, feeling proud that I could actually still somewhat retain something from my witch days. “It’s actually relieving that I can still use some parts of sorcery.” I poured a careful amount in my hand and flicked it, drops of water landing on the front pages, but they absorbed the liquid and were left dry.

“What are we waiting for?” Sam whispered.

“Wait for it.” I grinned, and then the pages of every book started moving, flipping back and forth, searching for the right dialect.

“This is cool.” Dean laughed, his hands out and his expression like a child. “We’re experiencing witchery firsthand, Sammy.”

“I can see that, Dean.” Sam quickly replied. Then some books started closing with a snap, all of them shutting until one in the top left corner opened on a page with the exact dialect on it. I picked it up, placing it down on the left of the sheet I’d copied the scripture down on.

“Vitam superiorem voco. Legiones inferorum voco. Magnam virtutem invoco, o diabole, ut hanc animam vivifices. Mihi, illis, vitae.” I recited.

”Hey, you might summon a body!” Dean warned, but I waved him off.

“I need to inscribe this on a coffin for it to work, so chill, you little squirrel.” I chuckled, then looked over them again. “Translation: I call it a higher life. I call the legions of hell. I invoke a great power, O devil, for you to revive this soul. For me, for them, and for life.” I whistled. “This is an incantation for a ritual typically used in necromancy. You can use it to chat to souls on the other side or revive fresh corpses. But you can’ just do a random person, it has to be someone close to you and it requires a blood sacrifice.”

“Blood sacrifice?” Sam repeated.

“You heard me. Person we’re looking for most likely has a rune in their arm. But best bet? Dr Mason. Man knows his Ancient Greek.” I drew air in through my teeth, stacking the books one by one and placing them in my satchel.

“I know we’ve never really touched the subject, but…” Sam pointed to my arm, the one with the rune on it, “how do you get by without your powers?”

“I’ve done a lot of hobbies, and one was hunting. I’ve been training since I was around six or seven, which was when Dad taught me how to draw pretty shapes with salt, what he called holy water and oil. Then when I was ten, he gave me books on different creatures and how to kill ‘em. Then when I was thirteen, he took me to a range in the middle of the woods where he taught me to shoot. By the time I was off to college, I was an expert marksman, a good fighter since he’d put me in martial arts, I knew almost everything there is to know about things and how to kill ‘em. I only got my powers at 19, so I could get by pretty well if I didn’t have ‘em.”

“Your dad taught you well.” Dean smirked.

“Yeah, by the time I was, what, fifteen, I could just do this.” I covered my eyes, aiming for a target board on the wall and firing, uncovering my eyes and seeing that it hit bullseye.

“I couldn’t do that at fifteen.” He grumbled. I checked the time, then cleared my throat.

“I’ve gotta go, boys.”

“Why?” Sam asked.

“I’ve got a date.” The two whistled, making me grimace. “You’re both idiots.”

“Well, c’mon, we need to get you ready!” Sam grinned, starting to fluff up my hair. Dean folded my jacket’s collar, clicking his tongue.

“You go and spend some time with Xavier, we’ll confront the old man.” Dean winked.

“If we need you, we’ll call you.”

“Thanks, guys.” I smiled. “Even if you two are both annoying.”

”You’re like our sister, Beanie.” Dean smirked, taking my necklace and hanging it down the front of my shirt, where the green stone was visible. “But if Xavier breaks your heart, I am taking my pistol and going for him myself.”

”I don’t know, maybe I can talk to Angela to get the deed done.”

I was waiting for Xavier outside a bar, when I felt someone’s presence.

“Who’s there?” I frowned, putting my hand on my gun.

“Don’t shoot.” Angela was beside me. “You’re Ivonne. Ivy.”

”Speaking.” I still kept my hand on my gun. “But why?”

”I know your brother. Carter.” She explained. “We met on the other side and asked me to find you. He wants to tell you who took over his mind the night he died.”

”Tell me.” I gritted my teeth. “Angela, so help me, tell me who did it.”

”It was-“

”Ivy?” Xavier was walking towards me, and the next thing I knew, Angela was gone. “Hey.”

”Hey.” I grinned, pecking him on the cheek. “It’s been such a long time.”

”I know, eight hours is way too long.”

After a while of talking, I got a phone call from Dean. I picked it up, sighing. “Really? Three hours?”

’It wasn’t Dr Mason.’ Dean replied. ‘But, uh, we need some help with the rest of this.’

“Do you need my help so you don’t verbally assault anyone else?”

‘Pretty much.’

“I’ll be there.” I cut the call, grimacing. “The boys need me.”

”That’s fine.” Xavier shrugged. “I don’t mind it, cause I know how it is. Go, solve the case.”

”Ok, Xavier.” I smiled, giving him a kiss. “Thanks.”

”Go get it, then thank me again.” He grinned, and I picked up my stuff, got a taxi and drove back to the safe house. I unlocked the door, hung up my jacket, and went into the kitchen.

“You needed me?”

”We think Neil is the one who brought back Angela.” Sam explained.

”Is there some voodoo that you can use to track the spell’s caster down?”

“There should be, yeah.” I nodded, reaching in my satchel and pulling out a spell book and a bundle of rosemary. I arranged the rosemary into a rune, writing Neil’s name onto a sheet of paper and taking Dean’s lighter, muttering an incantation before burning the paper, letting it fall onto the rosemary. All of it burnt to ashes, but then turned red and started forming a person. A person who looked like the spitting image of Neil himself. “There we go.”

“Neil resurrected Angela.” Sam breathed. “The things you’d do for love.”

“But these things are typically what you shouldn’t do.” I clicked my tongue. “Sam, anything in John’s journal?”

“No lore.” He shook his head.

“What, you can’t just smoke ‘em with a headshot?” Dean asked.

“Man, you watch way too many Romero flicks.”

“Well, they can’t be unkillable.” I pulled out a book and opened it. “Oh, god help me, this is in Babylonian even though it’s an Ancient Greek manner of killing the revived. Give me a second.” I peered at it for a second. “The most sure-fire way to kill these things is through a blood sacrifice. Theirs. In order to get the blood, they say you have to ‘nail the dead into their grave beds’.”

“We have to find dear Angie, then.” Dean resolved, storing his gun on his person.

”But Angela’s going to be hard to neutralise, so prepare silver bullets just in case.” I replaced the cartridge full of lead bullets in my gun with a cartridge of silver bullets.

“Got it.”

We unlocked the door to Neil’s house, my gun held up.

“Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counsellors- we've come to hug.” Dean called, and I gave him a look. “What?”

“Really?!” I whispered as he pulled out a gun.

“Silver bullets?” Sam asked.

“Enough to make her rattle like a change purse.” Dean smirked.

“Wilted plants.” I nodded. “And creepy basement door. Unless he keeps his private collections down there, I’d say this is a good place to keep a killer zombie.” Sam opened the door and both Dean and I sped to the landing, holding our guns out as we stepped down the stairs. However, it was empty.

“Sure looks like a zombie pen to me.”

“An empty one. You think she’s gone to get someone?”

Dean pulled back a vents revealing a hole. “Nah, I think she’s gone to rent beaches.”

“Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Dean.”

“Well, Matt was killed because he cheated on Angela, right?” I asked, hands in my pockets.

“Yeah.” They both answered.

“So it takes two to tango. Plus, Angela’s roommate Lindsey seemed a little too attached to Matt’s death.” I deduced. “I think we need to pay another visit to Lindsey.”

We drove up to Lindsey’s house, running up to the front door. We opened it and I ran past the boys, aiming at Angela and firing three times. She writhed, screaming and facing us. I shot one more time, hitting Angela in the chest, and she cried out and ran out of the window.

“I’ve got you.” Sam whispered to Lindsey, holding her. Dean ran out of the window that Angela burst through, running back in a second later.

“Well, that dead chick can run.” Dean scoffed. “I think we should have a little chat with Neil.” We made sure Lindsey was safe before running to the car, getting in and driving off to Neil’s house.

”So the silver bullets, they did something, right?”

“Something, but not enough.”

“Time to try the nailing into their grave thing as a Plan B.” I grimaced. “I know where we can get a pole from, so I’ve made a call. This is probably where all the vampire lore comes from, now that I think of it.”

“How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?” Dean asked.

“You tell me, Winchester.” We pulled up at Neil’s office, knocking sharply on the door. When there was no answer, I took a picking tool and opened it, all of us advancing into his room.

“What are you guys doing here?” Neil asked, standing up.

“You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you -- you take the cake.” Dean scoffed.

“Ok- who are you guys?”

“You might want to ask Angela that question.”

“What?”

“We know what you did, Neil.” I persisted. “You brought back Angela. Kid, I’ve gone through a fair share of rituals myself and I know one when I see one.”

“You're crazy.” Neil stammered.

“Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy?” Dean scoffed. “When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff.”

”It’s black magic, Neil.” I sighed.

“Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey.” Sam exclaimed urgently.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Neil whispered.

Dean stomped over, taking Neil roughly by the collar. “Hey! No more messin’ around, Neil. His blood is on your hands. Now. All of us can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!”

“She’s at my house!” He burst out, looking hounded. Dean spotted a wilted plant and so did Sam and I, so Dean formulated a plan.

”You sure about that?” When Neil nodded, Dean smirked his proud smirk. “Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some-some scar weed, some candles... It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us.” Dean stared intently. “I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now.”

“No, no.”

I leaned in, dropping my voice to a whisper. “I get your situation, Neil. But more people could die. So, listen to me carefully. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad.” He nodded shakily, and I patted him in the shoulder. I raised my voice deliberately, turning to Sam and Dean. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“You really think this is going to work?” Sam asked.

“Nope.” Dean shrugged. “But it’s the only plan we’ve got.”

”You ordered a metal pole?” Xavier showed up with a pointy metal rod, which he gave to Dean.

“Yeah, we did.” I grinned, kissing Xavier briefly. “Thanks, Zay.”

“We owe you, man.” Sam grinned, shaking his hand.

“Yeah, we do, Zay.” Dean teased. “I’m kidding. Name’s Dean.”

“Xavier, as you know.” He smirked, both of them shaking hands. We heard a noise, and I pulled a gun from my arm holster, going in the direction of the sound. I heard steps behind me, so I turned around and pointed my gun at Angela, who stopped short, putting her hands up.

“Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back.” She begged. “But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please.”

“Do I care?” I scoffed, then shot her in the forehead. Her head snapped back as she screamed, and I started for the grave, but she tackled me, and twisted my head back.

“I could’ve told you who killed your brother!” She snarled. “Now you have to die, just like he did.”

“Yeah, right.” I shot her in the chest, getting up and shooting again. Another bullet joined me: Dean’s. We both fired at her again and again, until she reached the end, to which Xavier fired a shot from his gun, and she fell in. Dean took the pole, stabbing it into her.

“What’s dead should stay dead.” He growled.

“WAIT! NO-“ Dean drove the stake through her, and she immediately went limp, cutting off her last plea.

”Finally.” I groaned, replacing my cartridge.

Dean seemed rather off after we re-killed Angela, and Sam wanted to keep Xavier company, so the other two were driving back to my house in Xavier’s car. Dean’s hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white, and then he suddenly pulled over. He got out and so did I, watching as he sat down on the hood.

“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting down.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, looking down.

“For what, Dean?”

“The way I've been acting. And for Dad. It’s my fault that he’s dead.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you and Sam've been thinking it -- so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt's gone.”

I sighed. “Dean…”

“You can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know.”

“We don’t know that, not for sure.”

“You, Sammy and Dad ... you're the most important people in my life.” He started crying, and I took his hand. “And now ... I never should've come back, Ivy. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead. You and Sam wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it. So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?”

“I can’t.” I whispered, but I instead leaned his head on my shoulder, letting him cry it out. “But I know how you feel.”

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lephamquynhnhu · 5 months

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Panacea

Chapter 2: Storm before the Blushing Morn

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC, mentioned of blood. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: ~2k

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: Do you like...pain?

He revisited on a sprinkle day, his signature ambergris aroma mixed with the freshness of humid forest note. You did not know why, but the High Elder seemed to be into rainy days because every time he came, water definitely showered outside. It has been weeks since you met him for the first time, and thanks to the frequency of his visits, you learn that the nonchalant Imbibitor Lunae gradually displays the other side. Although Dan Feng never clearly shows his emotion, you can tell his mood through the draconic tail. When he feels happy, his tail swings side to side and stands still as its owner is interested in or concentrates on whatever your information. In addition to your surprise, he sometimes even punchlines on your venting stories.

Under the Mulan's foliage, you slowly gaze at the kaleidoscope sky after rain. A mid-summer breeze that carries the scent of white flowers softly blows through, driving the ripples to gleam on the water's surface.

Immersing in your haze, you forget what was going to do until the Long Scion gives out his curiousness about the bush of Datura Metel in a corner garden.

"I have studied an organic pesticide which extracts from their active agents." - The elegant smell of lotus still glistens in the morning dew perfumes in your lungs when nudging into them. Suddenly, you shove the flower cart into his arms and tell him to wait for you at a nearby wooden bench. Dan Feng thinks eternal Spring never leaves this sunlit Shangri-La as he wipes the Mulan's petals out of the seat because the flora seems to blossom in four seasons.

While idly watching Koi fish under silky leafages, the High Elder does not notice you snicker behind. A forgotten raindrop stagnates on the lotus leaf trail like a lost pearl, arousing the quiet pond like his emerald orbs rising in astonishment. Amid the multi-colored palette, Dan Feng finds your smile is the most gorgeous flower when you abruptly pop up with a posy of Emperical Peony. The beam you flashed him still lingering in his mind as Dan Feng reluctantly takes the gift. Your hands lightly brush together via the exchange, reminding him of the existence of those black gloves since he has not seen you take them off once. Nevertheless, he lets it pass and dances his slender finger around the ombre corolla instead.

"Thank you, Yi Ting." - Imbibitor Lunae softly mutters under his breath, and as the lost ray shines through frost winter, a faint smile stretches on his usually glacial face.

On that day in the summer season, Dan Feng realizes that he does not return to your place because of its spectacular. He wants to revisit the Shangri-La because he likes spending time with you.

On an Autumn afternoon painted in a burnt orange hue and wafting with a ripe persimmon scent, you are leisurely proceeding to the Dan Feng's residence while absentmindedly grazing a bunch of white chrysanthemums in hand. Looking at the High Elder Statue at the Dragonvista Rain Hall, your mind winds up reminiscing about the previous conversation.

"Yes?" - Transfering your focus toward his position, you represented the confusion as if hearing him wrong. The quiet Long Scion might befriend you and be your custom guest, but it was an extraordinary phenomenon since Dan Feng has not asked you to deliver flowers to his estate before. He patiently repeated the order while reading his scroll in one hand, and the other halfway was lifting the teacup with expressionless features. Looking at his relaxing manner, you unknowingly realize this house became Imbibitor Lunae's office.

When immersing thought in the past, you are suddenly pulled back to the present by a low thud of a light collision with a follow-up painful cry. Tears are bubbling in the Vidyadhara child's doe eyes as she feels the pain. You swiftly support her to stand up and inspect the body while trying to comfort the child, which results in two news in this situation. A good one is a scratch, and the bad is her cry getting louder even though you used up all your tricks.

"Pain, Pain goes away!" - You singsong to conjure an apple lollipop appearing in hand, and tears stop falling as she eyes your apologetic smile with compensation. When you clean the last drop of trail wet on her chubby cheekbones and apologize with head patting, other Vidyadhara children circle you to admire the little show. A defeated sigh escapes your breath as you look at their twinkle glims and secretly count the remaining candy's quantity. Unfortunately, in addition to your trouble, with an invitation from a brunette-haired boy, the group of children tugs your sleeves to play blind man's buff with their puppy eyes.

"Alright, but I won't be lenient." - You confidently state when settling the bouquet on a stone bench. And you keep your line.

Once darkness invades the vision, you start to track down the children. By listening to their footsteps and sensing the airflow, you catch all of them except Ma Tian, the boy with sheen eyes who cleverly outclasses your skill. Finally, thanks to your florist's exceptional technique, you discreetly declare the endgame while detecting his fabric detergent in the wind's stream.

"Catch ya, little brat!" - You happily exclaim your victory when circling your arms around Ma Tian's figure. However, you immediately realize something is wrong as a familiar ambergris cologne lingers on your nose, and you are hugging a lean body. Hurriedly removing the blindfold, you see Dan Feng mimic your shocked expression while Ma Tian lolls out his head behind the Long Scion.

"How long do you intend to embrace me?" - The High Elder clears his throat with a light reprimand nuance laces in but does not seem annoyed. If there is anything you would admire about Imbibitor Lunae besides his glorious feats, the quick recovery from an embarrassing situation is one of them. As soon as you two detach, Dan Feng grabs the bouquet and leads you out of the Scalegorge Waterscape, leaving the cheerful goodbyes of those children behind. You do not understand why Dan Feng is rushing in his strides until you see a pink tint on his tip ears.

When the sunset light turns golden on the greenery beneath, which gets everything basked in the look of burnished copper, you two arrive at the military memorial area where illustrious warriors rest in peace. Passing through hundreds of black marble graves glides their name, Dan Feng unravels your holding hands as he crunches down to place the chrysanthemum bouquet in front of a stone-carved Bai Heng.

You know that name. She was once a High-Cloud quintet member and a gifted pilot who sacrificed in the third Denizen of Abundance. People say Imbibitor Lunae is never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world, but now you can shout out they are all wrong because of the unfathomable somber besieges in his orbs.

"Life is so short when it comes to mortal organisms'' - He mouths in a calm and unwavering tone after a long silence - "No matter what you do, they definitely die." With his back turned to you, it is challenging to figure out its meaning, yet you can degust a longing taste entangled in that clause. Forgotten fragments of sunlight slowly die on your heels while trekking to the way out, and the crescent vaguely takes place in the saturated navy sky. Although the High Elder rarely shared his thoughts with someone else, you hardly agree with this viewpoint.

"Even if it is short-lived, even if fate sometimes turns tragic, limited longevity creates the beauty of lives and valuableness because we learn to cherish life, and not all farewells are regretful. Sometimes, death is also an extrication, and I believe we will rendezvous on another horizon."

Dan Feng follows your graze to the glitter crepuscule, causing the mellow ray to cradle his features. - "Someday, you also turn into ashes?" - A sliver of bitterness in the question soon morphed into those cyan irises as you confirmed with your bright smile. When the two of you pass through the gate, Imbibitor Lunae abruptly informs you of his next arrival with special requests that combine with osmanthus cake and jasmine tea. It is the first time he proactively reserves in advance because Dan Feng neither notices his attendance nor does he appear on sunny days.

"Do I have to wait for the rain to meet you?" - Only one sentence, it has changed your relationship ever since. You guess that might be the way he expresses his feelings.

In a dream, I see myself in my childhood state with a bouquet of blue hydrangeas. Strolling by the seashore, the shells confound in golden sand rustles underneath my bare feet as I search for someone. End then, an abnormal bloodred butterfly hovers around to lead me toward that person; we have passed zillions of landscapes and territories, from glacial rivers where white snow permanently coats mounts to the vast rug crafted by countless vivid blossoms. From the nameless barren deserts with magnificent starry nights crown aloft to the rich prairie possesses coast breezes. I keep going, going.

"Hydrangeas is the soulmate of rains." A distant voice echoes from those feeble wings in the entire journey. It feels like Amber Periods have flown until we reach a field with full-bloom hydrangeas that unfold our presence. Suddenly, my companion disappears into thin air, and I notice a nostalgic glimpse waving his hand from afar as if he has been waiting for me for an astronomical long time.

"You got my wish fulfilled... Thank you, my comrade." - The boy says in a gentle demeanor. His blue eyes shine brighter than any stars I have ever known, and he also disappears like the bloodred butterfly. His silhouette dissipates into thousands of flower petals as he flashes a warm smile toward me.

"Wait, H...H..." - A tsunami of impuissant waves brews into my heart when I try to call his name, but none of the syllables come out, and tears continuously cascade from my eyes while I witness the lost world fading.

You wake up from a soothing noise of hot steam oozing out of your old kettle and forget the dream cleanly. "You had a fever." - A low tone voice diagnoses as soon as Dan Feng senses your consciousness. Slightly lifting the heavy eyelids, you see him situating beside your headboard with a botanical book in hand. The glorious sun is far high hanging in the sky to pour its honeyed light through your window, which informs you to oversleep impliedly. You do not notice tears rolling down until the Long Scion points out in skimming your complexion and uses his thumb to caress the trail wetness. Sensing no engagement in conversation, Dan Feng shifts his hand to cover your eyesight and tenderly leans forward.

You only feel a pillowy touch on your forehead afterward.

"Please do not leave the bed today, and take the medicine on time because this is a prescription from the High Elder." - He faux-orders when rendering your vision. Astoundedly grazing the lingering sensation, you did not know that Imbibitor Lunae has a bizarre way of assessing the temperature.

Winter at Shangri-La never experiences snow, yet it takes some seasonal features such as the gloomy weather all day with northeast wind seething through every direction. Inspecting the murky clouded skyward, you tug the scarf closer when your breaths dimly turn into silver smoke. As soon as you attempt to lift the white lily cart, a hot stream of fluid smelling like rusty iron runs down your chin, which the soil absorbs its falling drops. When you bring your hand to clean the water, it takes a moment to process it is blood. Your irises squeeze as you dumbfoundedly stare at the ivory gloves tainted with the crimson hue. Just as you intend to step forward, the surrounding spins around as though Earth and Heaven are twitching position, and you kneel only to cough out blood that permeates the fabric. The pollen sparkles in the ether after the collapse, and the shivering lily's petals in chilly winds are the last things in your blurring vision.

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aemiron-main · 8 months

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Owens, Cancer, Peter, Regenerative Healing and The Cure

So, the mysterious Peter Owens has been haunting me lately. And now, I have a theory about him.

I think that Peter Owens was Owens’ son who may have had cancer, and that Owens’ involvement with HNL and Henward’s kidnapping/testing on Henward in the lab was likely connected to Owens trying to save Peter and find a cure for cancer.

Let’s get into it.

So. Why would Peter Owens have cancer and what evidence is there to support the idea of Peter having cancer?

Well, as far as how Peter Owens got cancer goes, Hopper talks about Agent Orange causing cancer in the children of Vietnam war veterans such as himself, which is what happened to Sara.

Hopper even namedrops “Uncle Sam” during that scene, versus Sam being named Sam Owens:

So, there’s a chance that Peter’s cancer was the result of Owens being involved in the Vietnam war, or Owens simply being exposed to some other chemical, or even just a genetic predisposition to cancer passed down to Peter (something we’ll come back to later in this post when I talk about Fringe.)

And regarding the other evidence to support Peter having cancer, Owens has So Much disease and cure and cancer imagery surrounding him, right down to talking about “stopping the spread” re: the gate and talking about replication all the time.

Owens’ connection to the supernatural is almost aways tied to references of “spreading” and “disease,” and he’s specifically focused on stopping things from spreading- much like cancer:

And he also talks about a "cure" in the context of a virus/disease spreading:

And Owens also has this scene where the other scientist is talking about pesticides vs Hopper talking about how Agent Orange was touted as a herbicide- which connects Owens to that Hopper cancer scene yet again:

Owens also refers to possessed Will as “son”- possessed Will, who currently has a “disease” replicating in his body and taking him over and killing him:

And that shot of Hopper in the stairwell after Sara died from cancer versus the shot of Owens in the stairwell and the two being paralleled- which makes sense of Owens, like Hopper, also lost a child to cancer:

And I also talked in this post about how Owens “gets”/understands what it’s like to lose a son. And Owens also talks AGAIN about “getting it,” and this time it’s SPECIFICALLY in the context of Will having a “disease” replicating in his body and killing him:

And the next scene RIGHT after that scene where Owens talks about “getting” what it’s like to have a son replicating with something inside of him, we get this shot of Nancy’s tape and SPECIFICALLY we get the line from Owens about stopping the spread AGAIN:

And to top all of this off, OWENS is the character who drops the word “cancer” and who compares the spread of the UD to cancer:

Owens’ son having died of cancer would also explain why he’s not willing to let Will die from the “virus”/shadow particles:

Especially with that “say that to me again” line from Owens- that’s not a rational, “here’s the scientific reason why I disagree with you,” or even “hey, killing kids is morally wrong,” instead, it’s an immediate emotional response that lacks context as he’s not even just like. being emotional and saying “hey killing kids is bad,” instead, he just gets emotional and makes a threat but doesn’t provide any specific reason for it.

That scene has always felt a bit off to me, like there’s something we’re missing, like we’re missing some reason why the other scientist should know not to say something like that to Owens Specifically. Especially since the scientists all shut up for a bit after Owens says that/there’s clearly some weight to his words/something that the audience isn’t aware of.

Which, that would make sense if those other scientists knew about what happened to Peter/him dying of cancer. After all, it would be an obvious dick move to suggest letting a young boy die of a spreading disease to a dude whose son died of cancer.

Long story short, the spread/cancer imagery is CONSTANT with Owens, and so are the references to him losing a son.

Now that we’ve established that the basis/subtext is there for Owens to have a son that died of cancer, that brings up the question of why would Henward be necessary for Owens to try and cure cancer?

Well, James and I were chatting awhile back about Henriette Lacks, after I’d mentioned that I thought there was a connection between the cancer references in ST vs Vecna’s regenerative healing, as Vecna’s regen healing seems to work a lot like cancer cells/might be what caused his strange appearance, as a lot of his skin seems to resemble tumors, with him even having what looks like random TEETH on his skin, which is something often seen in tumors.

And when we look at Henrietta Lacks, her cells, which were taken from a cervical cancer biopsy, were the first immortal human cell line that reproduced infinitely. Henrietta’s cells were used to study cancer treatments and how to stop the spread of cancer without having to test on an entire living person, and instead just being able to test on the cells themselves, as usually, human cells die pretty quickly after being separated from the person, but Henrietta’s cells did not, and instead, kept dividing. ST regen healing seems to act basically like cancer cells but with an even faster rate of growth/replication, which is exactly what Henrietta’s cells were.

So, if Henward had regen healing, and if Henward’s cells both a.) replicated like cancer cells and b.) replicated even faster the way that Henrietta’s cells did/were basically immortal even when removed from the body, then Henward would have been the perfect subject to use to research a cure for cancer.

This may also tie into Brenner’s claim that he was trying to help/cure Henward/Henward talking about how his parents wanted to cure him- if Henward’s regen healing was similar to Henrietta Lacks’ cells, it’s worth noting that the properties of Henrietta Lacks’ cancer cells were the result of being infected with HPV. So, if Henward also had some sort of disease that caused the same sort of thing & made him a sickly child & if Brenner/Owens claimed that they could cure him the same way they planned on curing cancer but needed his cells to do so/to test the cure on/ro develop the cure. Especially since Henrietta’s own cancer cells are what killed her- so there’s a chance that Henward was at risk of the same sort of thing happening/that he didn’t quite have proper regen healing before the lab but DID have those cells (and then lab experiments/gettinf yeeted to the yellow UD kickstarted in the actual regen healing we see with Vecna).

Plus, yknow. The name Henry vs Henrietta… and the fact that Henrietta Lacks’ cells were taken without her consent vs Henward being kidnapped and taken to the lab, clearly without his consent.

So, again, somebody with regen healing is basically a prime candidate for being used to try and cure cancer.

But that same person could also be a path to near immortality. Because after all, like I said, regen healing cells act like cancer cells, and cancer cells ignore the signals that tell them to self destruct/they’re basically immortal, and Henrietta Lacks’ cells even moreso, as they replicate even faster and again, ignore those destruction signals. So, they’d basically be the key to immortality if there was such a key. If an entire person could do what a single cancer/Henrietta Lacks cell did (which is likely exactly what Henward’s regen healing does, or something similar), with some tweaking, there’s a chance they could become immortal/regenerate when injured the way Vecna does etc.

If Brenner ended up using this research to give himself regenerative healing/pursuing immortality for himself, it would explain how he survived the Demogorgon attack in S1, and it would explain why Matthew Modine is convinced that Brenner STILL isn’t dead. It would also give Brenner a motive for his experiments that goes beyond mere scientific curiosity, which would explain why he was willing to go to such extreme lengths for his research.

And if Brenner wanted to experiment on Henward’s cells for the purpose of his own immortality versus Owens wanting to do it to try and find a cure for cancer, it would explain how the two of them could have such opposing morals but end up working together, because even if their goals were totally different (immortality vs cancer cure), they both needed to take the same path/experiment on Henward.

After all, whether you like/trust Owens or not, based on what we see from him in the show, he DOES seem to have moral lines that Brenner does not.

For example, during NINA, he talks about how he’s compromised his principles/morals by helping with NINA & how he sees a traumatized little girl, something he’s clearly distressed by, unlike Martin. He also says that he’s only doing this because Martin said that it was the only way:

So, how does a guy like that, who clearly has some sort of moral code/who does genuinely seem to care about peoole like El and Will in a way that Brenner does not end up working for HNL/working with Brenner/experimenting on Henward?

Well, if it was Owen’s son’s life on the line… it would make sense for that to be the one thing that could get Owens to compromise his morals and experiment on Henward- after all, in that screenshot from earlier, Owens lists his family and his principles together- two things that seem to be equally important to him. So, if one of those things (his family/his son) was in danger, would he be willing to compromise the other thing (his morals/principles) to save his family? I think he would.

And to top all of this off, it would also track perfectly with the Fringe parallels (with Fringe being a huge source of inspiration for ST/constant direct parallels).

**FRINGE SPOILERS**

In Fringe, scientist Walter Bishop’s son, Peter, is dying of a rare genetic disease. Walter is trying desperately to find the cure, but fails, and his Peter dies. However, Walter has been using a window into another timeline to watch his alternate timeline self (nicknamed Walternate) *also* work on a cure for Peter- and the alternate Peter isn’t cured yet, but is still alive when Walter’s Peter dies. And one day, when watching Walternate work on a cure, Walter notices that Walternate found the cure, but Walternate was distracted and thought that his cure/experiment had failed. So, Walter went into the other timeline and planned simply on curing alternate timeline Peter, but ended up taking him/kidnapping him back to Walter’s own timeline, and keeping him there and raising him as if he was his actual Peter.

And Owens is EXTREMELY paralleled to Walter. Like. Constantly. Costuming parallels, dialogue parallels, entire scene/shot parallels. It’s literally neverending and constant. Go watch even 5 minutes of like any Fringe scene with Walter, and you’ll notice it. Both Victor and Owens are deeply Walter paralleled to the point of almost verging on plagiarism LMAO.

So, this would track with Owens kidnapping a child (Henward) to try and save his son/trying to cure his son’s genetic disease, just like Walter did (except the child Walter kidnapped was Peter himself, although Walter did also do experiments on other children, such as Olivia), and possibly even crossing timelines to do so, which has me staring at all of the Henry vs Edward weirdness…

This is also likely why Owens’ son is named Peter- it’s meant to be a reference to Peter Bishop (which, it’s also interesting that Peter and Walter have the last name “Bishop,” as there’s the Bishop chess piece & the idea of their last name being connected to chess is referenced in Fringe, which has me staring at Henward talking about how Brenner moves people around like pieces on a chessboard to manipulate them- which would make sense if Brenner was manipulating Owens and his son & leading Owens to believe that they were pursuing a cure for cancer when in reality Brenner was pursuing his own immortality/regeneration).

So, yeah! I won’t be surprised at all if S5 reveals that Owens’ son, Peter, died from cancer.

And what El says about Brenner not letting Henry go- if Peter died, it would make sense to let Henry go/for Owens to want to let Henry go, because he doesn’t need Henry anymore because he can’t save Peter anymore.

But if Brenner wanted to continue his research/continue pursuing his own immortality, it would make sense for him to not let Henry go, and would explain why it’s Brenner Specifically who is listed as not letting Henry go.

This would also explain why Owens doesn’t seem to be present in the lab during any of El’s flashbacks, not even back in 1979/any of the NINA memories- if he stopped working on the project after Peter’s death…

It would also explain why Hopper introduces El to Owens as if they’ve never met- because El hasn’t met him:

Especially since Sullivan refers to El as “Brenner’s little pet,” and doesn’t include Owens in that regard, and Owens’ bitchy line about daddy-daughter time/Owens not approving of what Brenner did to El/his relationship with her:

However, there’s also the matter of the Peter that Brenner asks for over the intercom:

And I think there’s a few options here in the context of this post:

1.) The Peter that Brenner asks for is simply another random Peter, not Peter Owens, but is delivering subtext about Peter Owens (ie, lab Peter died, delivering the subtext that Peter Owens also died, just in a different way).

This could also be a reference to the timeline weirdness that we see with the massacre, as Peter in Fringe is basically the cause of the two timelines colliding/opening a hole between the two of them.

2.) The Peter that Brenner asks for IS Peter Owens, working as an orderly in the lab. He may have died during the 1979 massacre, and so, then while that doesn’t explain why we didn’t see Owens at all in the flashbacks pre-1979 massacre, if Peter died then, it would explain why Owens is absent from HNL in El’s post-1979 HNL memories. And also, it may actually still explain why Owens was absent during the 1979/pre massacre NINA flashbacks- if Peter’s cancer HAD been cured/treated and he was simply working there or a patient receiving treatment there or BOTH, then Owens wouldn’t necessarily need to work at the lab anymore, as his goal (saving Peter) had been accomplished, and then Peter died during the 1979 massacre.

3.) Henry or Edward was brainwashed into believing that he was Peter Owens/Owens’ son in an attempt to get him to cooperate.

Especially with what I’ve talked about before re: The Changeling and other things and the idea of Edward believing that he IS Henry. If Henry wasn’t useful for whatever reason and they needed Edward instead, and needed Edward to believe that he’s Henry, it would be helpful if the actual Henry believes that he isn’t Henry and is, in fact, Peter.

This would also explain why Henward’s fake name for casting was “Peter Ballard”.

And while option 3.) does admittedly sound far-fetched, when we look at Fringe, Olivia (who is very similar to Henward/blonde child who got experimented on against her will) is swapped with her alternate timeline counterpart/has her alternate timeline counterpart’s memories implanted into her head (staring at NINA & those bts pics that show that Young Henward has a NINA suit in his costume wardrobe and also staring at the multiple versions of the Creel murders that we see/Vecna’s memories of the murders being different from Victor’s retelling), because one Olivia has powers that the other Olivia does not have, and in order to get the Olivia with powers to cooperate willingly/use her powers, they have to convince her that she truly is the other Olivia.

Which, that would also track with that line about 001 struggling with his powers at first until suddenly he came in one day and everything changed- especially since that dialogue is in the context of memories, specifically, sad/angry memories- so, if Edward had some of Henry’s memories of the Creel murders implanted into him and believed that they were his own memories/believed that he was Henry… and then Henry possibly being led to believe that he was Peter in some way/Henry even simply becoming a proxy for Peter in the sense of them experimenting on Henry instead of Peter (to test cures in case something goes wrong so that they don’t risk Peter’s life) even if he doesn’t truly believe that he’s Peter. Which, that means that they would have to give Henry cancer- or, mess with his regen healing to have the same effect, OR infect him with shadow particles which have been very cancer-paralleled, as we’ve seen with Will in S2.

Anyway! Much to think about. Admittedly that last bit is a fair bit of fun speculation, but overall, I really do think there’s some solid connections here regarding Owens, Peter, Henward, Fringe, and cancer. Also, I won’t be surprised if we get a father-son vibe between Henward and Owens in the lab, which may explain part of why Owens has so many constant Victor parallels, with Victor being Henward’s actual father vs Owens possibly being a father figure, especially if Henward was ever brainwashed to believe that he was Peter.

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