#im curious to see the apocalypse side of the story too.. like so far we have an idea of the comet fucking everything up
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#i think i had a little too much fun with this lol#i also wanted to draw road boy and other characters but maybe when they actually get introduced#i do have a sketch of him with a lil chainsaw.. im not gonna be normal when he gets introduced man he looks so sillygoofy#if you squint laika's eye marking is a clover yue's is a crescent moon and mars' is a star ^_^#i wanted to give laika an accessory too but i couldnt think of anything.. maybe a stack of pancakes??#im curious to see the apocalypse side of the story too.. like so far we have an idea of the comet fucking everything up#and im assuming that lead to a ripple effect causing the apocalypse but exactly how bad?? i cant wait to find out#rn im kinda piecing stuff together.. larkspur delivers mail in a beat up van so that might mean all transportation is grounded#the buildings we've seen so far are intact like the observatory and turnip's house but idk if thats the same for big cities#laikas playlist only includes songs downloaded on yue's computer and there hasnt been internet in 20 years.. but radio signals might#still work.. if yue grows his own food we can assume that mass production and distribution also isnt a thing anymore#sorry im a sucker for worldbuilding.. and the furth puns are fun to me. i like to think toronto would be clawronto.. and vancouver wld#be nyancouver.. barktic circle.. mewfoundland and labrador.. canyada....#christ i have so many drawing ideas. willow if youre reading this im so sorry youre probably gonna expect to see a lot of drawings frm me#like. i wanna draw laika in the akira bike pose so sosososo bad. IT WOULD BE SO AWESOMECOOL. ill teach myself to draw bikes if i have to#i also wanted to animate laika leekspin.. man#my art#myart#fanart#laika's comet#laikas comet#laika#mars#yue#furry art#fur#littlest pet shop#lps
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im curious why people are saying supernatural is jewish like idk if jewish writers makes an inherently jewish story especially when things like following out the christian apocalypse from revelations and showing a real physical g-d who is just some guy i think is super jarring since though christians claim to be against idolatry they seem totally fine showing depictions of gd or whatever i dont get jesus honestly but jews are far more strict and the idea of showing gds appearance is pretty wrong
WOOF okay um. Maybe this is one of those Tone Doesn’t Come Thru Well Online things but to me this is soo fucking rude… I’m half way between John Mulaney we don't have time to unpack all of that & Ben Wyatt wait it’s gonna bother me if I don’t explain why you’re wrong.
This turned into all my thoughts.
So like. First off, it’s all fun and games. We’re all just joking and joshing and projecting here on destiel dot tumblr dot com and Jupernatural is not an exception in a lot of ways. And so when someone shits on what we’re doing here (yes, even unintentionally) what you get is what happened: oh you think you’re funny well I’m about to be hilarious!!! aka I’m gonna do it even more now out of spite specifically because you said not to. Like it really is all jokes but also you know what’s not a joke? Antisemitism in all its forms, even the casual shit! It’s really draining and it builds up in your veins!! Just. Yeah. You saw a lot of people talking about it today in particular because much like other topics of the day, one thing kicks off a whole other turn of events. So like. one misguided comment that’s playfully antisemitic and then one more little one, and then one big/obvious one launched us (Jewish spn fans) into a whole bigger discussion about antisemitism and erasure of Jews in the spn fandom writ large. It’s one thing to be descriptive, offer a headcanon/what if, or employ a certain mode of analysis. It’s another thing to definitively say This Is The Truth, specifically when to do so overrides something else, especially in this case when what’s being overridden is Jews, an ethnoreligious minority. It’s also another thing to talk over Jews. And mind this has been building for days. Not in a bad way just like, it’s been topical for days and then today one big thing pushed it over the edge to us actually posting abt it (partially bc at that point it’s a pattern, which feels like it needs to be addressed). Like, destiel tumblr is small we pretty much all see all the same posts, and then Jewish spn fans… we’re friends, we chat about life? We joke around together, y’know? If you’re being antisemitic (yes, even unintentionally) we’re all gonna hear abt it. It’s how we stay safe or in this case, curate the online exp.
That being said tho projecting on fiction is like fun and even a good thing at times, and def opens up new modes of analysis. But! the other big thing here is that there IS a LOT of evidence for a Jewish reading of spn, in a lot of ways, and particularly if you know what to look for. Like there’s lots of niche Jewish slang (non-Jews just don’t know these things, and that is a reflection primarily of the writers but once you put it in the script it implies things about the characters too of course), the theology of the early seasons (I’ll get to that in a second), main character motivations (hold on), “Moishe Campbell” implying Mary is (and therefore Sam and Dean are) Jewish, etc.
It’s not surprising to me or anything that non-Jews don’t catch anything/everything Jewish about spn but that Jews catch both sides of it, because that’s just how being part of a marginalized group works. You learn about your own stuff AND the dominant culture’s stuff because that’s how you survive (socially, psychologically, literally). Members of the dominant culture don’t need to learn the marginalized one, are never confronted with it, and so they just.. don’t. I don’t even mean that in a normative or accusatory way, that’s just an observation on the state of things. Non-Jews who aren’t part of another marginalized religion, aka expressed xtians and cultural xtians, have a ton of misconceptions about Judaism, for example, “Jesus was Jewish” and not, “Jesus was an asshole of an apostate who made life harder for Jews at the time in a myriad of ways and whose movement has had a lasting negative impact on world Jewry (and other peoples) for the ensuing millenia”. I truly Don’t Have Time right now to get into the varied and intense history of antisemitism in all its forms but. the point I’m making here is that I’m not shocked I need to explain that life experience shapes your worldview?? So if you’re Jewish you’re always gonna be living life through that version of the world and it does impact you?? Same as anything else?? As unwell as they may be, spn writers aren’t exempt from that. Jewish people writing about xtianity are doing so thru a primarily Jewish understanding and vice versa. Jews can (and did!) write about xtian lore but in a Jewish way! Some core Jewish themes: wrestling with angels/G-d, questioning G-d, IF there’s a G-d they will have to beg MY forgiveness, the afterlife isn’t really a big thing so all that matters is your time on earth, make amends to others directly and thru your actions rather than seeking absolution with G-d, you are not obligated to complete the work nor may you abandon it, etc… So that’s the other reasoning why we say “spn is Jewish” based solely on it being written by Jews. Rather than Death of The Author, let’s look at what the author has imbued the story with, both intentionally and unintentionally. And re: Chuck and idolatry… I don’t even know where to start with the way you phrased this but. the Jewish Spn Writers of Note are apparently Kripke, Gamble, and Edlund. All of whom stopped writing for the show years before the Chuck Is God plot!
Like yes it feels very stupid to be writing a thousand words on antisemitism and supernatural but like. this is a spn blog run by a Jew so. This whole thing is also just the same every time. This is very representative of typical casual antisemitism.
#asks#no readmore we die like men (gender neutral)#sorry its so long alma#jupernatural#anonymous#scream maybe i should add a readmore.. maybe in the morning
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Winter’s Eye
Pairing: AU!CastielXReader
Word Count: 1560 (Ch. VII)
Story Summary: Season 13 canon tells you how AU!Castiel’s story ends, this is how it begins. The deranged and damaged iteration of Castiel we met in the apocalypse universe - an obedient soldier to Michael’s cause barely in control of his vessel’s frayed and erratically firing nerves whose inherent kindness toward humankind appeared entirely obliterated - wasn’t always an unfeeling angelic weapon of interrogation. Once, he sympathized with the plight of humans; one, he loved. Outlined for 10 chapters (although, my muse is bad at maths and these things have a way of multiplying).
Chapter Summary: As the connection between Cas and the reader finds firmer footing, a link from his past arises to threaten them both.
Previous Chapter: VI
VII.
“Are you kidding me?” The question explodes in a puff of breath on the frozen air; before you unfolds a pristine island of black tarvia, the filtered sun beating down on it with enough heated force to melt the snow anywhere pavement touches. Parking spaces outlined in regular intervals of yellow striping, and a handful of abandoned vehicles, radiate from the mountainous façade of a Mega-Mart.
Surveying the scene through the squinted blue optics of his vessel, Cas casts you a curious knotted-brow glance from where stands at the edge of where forest rings this convenient miracle of civilization seemingly constructed in the middle of nowhere. “Is something funny to you?” he asks, looking between you and a building too empty and too quiet for his instincts to trust; out here you’re exposed - a living breathing target unprotected by a buffer zone of wooded isolation – and he doesn’t like it one iota.
“No-” you laugh, further confusing his brow with the conflict inherent between your answer and attitude- “I guess I was expecting a rinky-dink general store fronting a small town main street. Not this-” You gesture at the looming building, a wonderland promising to contain anything and everything your heart could possibly desire and more. More, that is, beyond the surprise solace of sharing a cabin with your very own personal overly protective angel, of course.
“There is a highway not far from here, and a town like you describe – one whose populace was decimated by werewolves and worse. It’s not safe there or here,” he says gravely. And yet here you are, allowed to tag along against his better judgement because, in a moment of weakness of reason, he let an inexorably extant and angelically errant emotion of fondness for you overrule his head.
“We should hurry-” haste propels his feet forward; he curls a beckoning arm backward- “Stay close.”
You obey, legs scissoring at a trot to try to keep step with his purposeful stride. On level ground, it’s even more punishing a pace than the hike that hurried you here. Feeling the bite of blisters forming on the boney points of your heels and on the tops of your toes, you make note on your mental shopping list to search for a pair of better fitting boots and Band-Aids.
As you thoughts wander, he begins to outpace you. “Hey, where’s the fire?” you pant across the growing gap of distance.
Gradually getting the gist that not all questions you pose want answering given he observes no indications of a blaze in the immediate vicinity, he ignores the query, but not the subtext of comment on his speed, and slows until you catch up.
Approaching the sliding glass doors of the entrance, he notes they are intact and locked just as he last left them. A scattering of stone spilling outward from the threshold, not so accidental as it appears, lies undisturbed.
Strategically speaking, this would be the easiest egress for an intruder to gain entrance inside. The rear and side admittances are steel, chained, and padlocked. Still, with you to watch over, he does not permit these subtle reassurances to soothe his caution.
A flick of two fingers to focus his grace frees the dead bolt. He pries the doors apart with brute strength just far enough to permit you both to squeeze through. On last look out at the parking lot as he secures the doors shut, his regard is drawn heavenward to the horizon to a solitary silvery vapor streaking the otherwise uniformly tarnished gold glow of the sky – a wisp of airy nothingness so slim as to barely be noticed and the sort of smoky linear disturbance a plane would create in its wake as it passed - a contrail disturbing the pressure of the low atmosphere.
Except there are no planes, and there hasn’t been anything save the bodily bound bombs of angels skimming the firmament in flight - or, like him, falling in a smoldering ruin of fate - since the day Michael donned a crown formed by the flayed flesh and bone and souls of billions of humans and the emptied glory of the thousand and more angels who opposed him and whose snuffed existence stains, in a bloodied shadow of once brilliant light, Castiel’s hands.
In the seconds he spends considering the cloud, it dispels in a freshet of cool wind. It wouldn’t make sense, angels scouting here where there is nothing. They’ve done with him, banished him to dwell in and on his defeat, and ever since he etched a warding sigil upon the curved carriage of your ribs, they cannot so much as sense you exist.
Besides, with what you’ve told him of the holdouts of human resistance groups, why waste heavenly resources hunting one human in a haystack of the wild when bigger targets persist.
The tear of a candy bar wrapper loudly resonates in the benumbed and stagnant space; the crumpling of plastic and crunch of chocolate crust is swallowed up as eagerly by the silence as your gullet.
“I missed these,” you mumble and moan in immodest taste bud titillating pleasure around a mouthful of melted sugary goodness as his gaze rounds to seek out the source of the sound.
“Shh-” he scolds; the grit of worry in the warning hushes you instantly.
Terror tightens your throat so that you cannot swallow the amalgam of sugar and saliva held amid your teeth and tongue. Heart seizing, then pounding with such ferocity each ferried beat of fear shudders your frame, bits of brown moisture ooze at the trembling corners of your clinched jaw.
In the depths of the store, somewhere down a darkened aisle, winding to reach his celestially superior discernment, a soft scraping of fabric and rubber soles, slightly sticky on the tiled floor despite the feather-lightness of the footsteps, faintly perforates the calm.
Lashes widened in alarm quickly narrow again in a lethality of resolve; an inner luminance of blue burns in his searching gaze as he shifts a few steps into the eerie fringes of where the window light bleeds into the dimness. When he shakes his sleeve, you see a glint of metal flash into his grip.
Adrenaline opens up your veins and, also oiling your muscles to fight or flee from this place, it permits you to thickly and audibly gulp the wad of partially chewed chocolate nougat.
He extends the hand unburdened by a blade out at you, a movement meaning to say that you should do neither and duck out of sight behind the register.
You misread the purely practical physicality of his request and instead cede to the instinctive tug at your emotions to meet his fluttering fingers halfway, meshing yours into the warm sanctuary of their apertures and securing your other arm through the crook of his elbow to flatten his entire weaponless limb to your chest.
To say the action – a clingy suggestion of deeply rooted trust, concern, and consequently of a firm belief in his ability to shield you in the face of danger - catches him off guard would be an understatement.
However, with a hiss of his name in a tone familiar to him as that of his unwaveringly loyal lieutenant and sister – Rachel – slicing through the dark loud enough, even, for you to hear the anger and resentment whetting the knife of feminine voice, he has no time to analyze the exhilarating effect your embrace and corporal nearness exerts upon his being, nor does he permit more than a speck of added anxiety to alter the determination of his affect.
Pivoting, his typically stony rigidity a balletic display of swiftness, grace, and fluid urgency, he covers your mouth, pins you flush against the waist-high wall of the register, and very briefly steals your breath in the press of his hips against yours. The dynamism of his blues, desperately sparking hue dancing less than an inch from your flared lids, implores you to stay there no matter what happens.
He’s certain she heard you - can hear the wild banging of pulse within your body just as clearly as he can – she is, after all, an angel, and a sometime ally sympathetic to humanity who is not as dead as he presumed and evidently has an axe to grind with him.
If you stay out of her way, you may yet survive. Castiel maintains less hope for himself, and before he found you, he would’ve welcomed whatever retribution she required up to and including his life – a life sunken into meaninglessness and seeped in suffering; but now, staring into your eyes, their pleading concern begging him to be careful, to not leave you alone, he feels reason to fight.
Numbed by panic, limbs turning into immovable lead weights of worry for him, you feebly nod against the electrically charged scent of his skin a promise to stay put for his sake and collapse as he pushes you down to your knees and into the alcove underneath.
You watch the lower portion of his legs retreat from your sight and disappear into the gloom. Straining to hear what is happening, the pain pinching your heart in his absence drums dully in your ears and pulls with each strung and stinging beat at the fluid filling the blisters on your feet.
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Requiem Of Memories // Part 8
Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)
Words: 2007 (Chapter 8 / 15)
Fic Summary: While waiting for Lucifer to return, Sam has a chat with the demon that interrupted them and finds out who she actually is. He's shocked by the discovery, but he can't help but like her somehow.
angst, hurt & comfort, alternative universe, au!lucifer, mourning, depression, blood and gore, nightmares, loneliness
Note: I highly recommend to read Nightmares Become Reality before this, otherwise the premise of the story and the setting might not make much sense.
Sorry for the delay again, I’m really not reliable ._.
Tagging: @shebahda @sassysupernaturalsweetheart @spnyoucantkeepmedown @brieflymaximumprincess @kajuned @archingangel @this-darkness-light @secretlydaydreaminglifeaway @humongouscandycoffee
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Sam waited and waited, but Lucifer didn’t return. Hours passed and Sam didn't know what to do with himself. He was worried sick, constantly torn between wanting to scream and cry. What if something happened to Lucifer? What if he couldn’t fight off whatever had attacked his people? Or what if he was captured and tortured and Sam had no way of finding and saving him? He didn’t know this world, didn’t know the rules or where the other side was hiding and what they were planning… he was basically a helpless child at the moment.
The demon on the bed - a short, young woman with wavy black hair and almost invisible horns - was still unconscious and covered with blood and dirt, so eventually, just to pass some time, Sam went to the bathroom and got a bowl of water and a few cloths and towels. He had no idea if she would wake up and kill him because he dared to touch her or not, after all Lucifer’s demons were not very keen about his presence, but he couldn't worry about that too now.
As careful as possible, Sam cleaned the blood off her face, then her arms. He was sure that there was more blood underneath her clothes, but he wouldn’t undress her for sure, that would only make her angry. Instead, he got one of his hair brushes and got rid of the dried blood in her hair before washing the rest away with clear water. When he was done almost an hour had passed and he managed to get rid of almost all the blood and dirt. Sam doubted that it changed anything, but it didn’t hurt at least.
After putting everything away, including the bloody towels and cloths, Sam continued his pacing through the room that he interrupted before. He took books out of their shelves and put them back without looking into them, stood by the window and searched for any sign of a fight or Lucifer, even tidied up what didn’t need to be tidied up at all. He was restless, worried and nauseous, and there was just nothing he could do about it. It was making him mad. His head ran wild with horrible scenarios of what might be happening right now and he wished for nothing more than to be able to shut all his thoughts off for even a minute.
While he stared out of the window once more, Sam suddenly heard a groan behind him and spun around. It was the demon, she had woken up and was pressing a hand against her head now while sitting up. Immediately, the hunter rushed towards the bed and knelt down.
“Hey, you woke up! Thank god.”
“Yeah, as if He had anything to do with that,” the demon scoffed and began checking herself for injuries. Sam ignored her sarcasm.
“Lucifer healed you, but he’s still gone,” he said quickly. “I cleaned all the blood I could see away while you were out, I hope that’s okay.”
“Sure, whatever,” she said and gave him an estimating glare.
Sam realized that she would not share his worries or even care for them. For a moment he forgot that Lucifer’s demons didn’t like him, he was too worried for that. But her reaction made it clear that she couldn’t have cared less about him or anything he did.
“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone,” Sam sighed and pushed himself back up. “Lucifer said he’ll be back soon, he didn’t want you to be alone for now.”
“Typical,” the demon huffed and rolled her eyes. “Still thinks I’m incapable of handling things myself.”
“Well, you were pretty battered when you came here, so…”
“You would be too if dozens of angels attacked you out of the blue,” she hissed and glared at him again. “I still don’t know what the hell happened, they shouldn’t have been able to even be there…”
“Angels attacked you?” Sam asked surprised.
“What did you expect, demons? Of course they were angels. Little winged bastards and their pets.”
“I thought…” Sam stopped, biting his tongue. What did he think anyways? His first instinct would have been demons, but she was right. After all, the demons were attacked, so that was stupid.
“I hope he will manage,” the demon suddenly interrupted Sam’s thoughts with a very worried voice. “They seemed to be very organized and knew where to hit us for the most damage, that’s unusual.”
“How did you manage to get out of there?”
“I fought one of their beasts off and ran, what else? The others were still fighting but I had to get help. We can defend ourselves, but they were just so many.”
Sam was even more worried than before now. What the demon said sounded very dangerous indeed. He knew Lucifer was strong, at least he assumed he was, given that he was an archangel, but that didn’t ease his worries at all. And why were they even attacked in the first place? What was the reason behind this? Apparently these things didn’t happen more often, or the demon wouldn’t be surprised.
“Hey, Giant!”
Sam shook his head and looked back at the demon, totally taken aback by the sudden interruption, especially with such a nickname.
“How about you make yourself useful and bring me some water?”
“Excuse me?” Sam blinked surprised. “Am I your butler and didn’t get the memo?”
“Ugh, sorry,” she rolled her eyes over-dramatically. “Would you please get me a glass of water?”
Sam huffed to hide his confusion, but did her the favor. He got a glass of fresh water from his own stash and brought it over to the bed, waiting for her to finish it. Apparently demons got thirsty too, who would have guessed?
“Thank you,” she said when the glass was empty and put it on the nightstand. “Sorry for being so rude, I’m not in a good mood right now.”
“Forget it,” Sam waved his hand. “You’ve just been attacked after all. And you seem worried too.”
“Of course I’m worried,” she sighed. “We just rebuilt our safe zone in Detroit a few months ago, we didn’t expect another attack so soon.”
“Do things like that happen often?” Sam asked and pulled a chair closer to the bed to sit down. “That they attack you, I mean.”
“They do it quite often, but this safe zone was unknown to them,” she narrowed her eyes in concentration. “The last one they attacked wasn’t as safe, it was just an old factory building we used for storage purposes while building up the actual safe zone.”
“And you have no idea how they found it?” Sam asked and she shook her head.
“Not a clue. We were warded against angels, hunters and everything else, but they still found us. Maybe we have a rat somewhere in our ranks.”
“Damn, that would suck,” Sam hissed. If they actually had a rat, no place was safe and he knew that. “I hope Lucifer comes back soon…”
“Me too,” she sighed. “I hate when we have to call him to help us, that’s what we are there for after all. To defend our zones. Lucifer has bigger things to do.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Sam tried to assure her, sadly without much cogency. “I’ve never seen him so serious before…”
“He can get pretty intimidating when he’s serious,” the demon laughed and shook her head. “You shouldn’t anger him, just a small warning. It’s not fun when he’s angry.”
“Yeah, I figured that much,” Sam huffed. “I’m Sam, by the way. But you probably know that already.”
“Of course, everyone does,” the demon said and rolled her eyes. “You’re famous amongst demons already. You can call me Megan, or Meg for short, I don’t care.”
Sam thought his jaw would fall off by how fast it dropped. Meg? Did she just say Meg? That couldn’t be, she didn’t look like Meg at all!
“Are you having a stroke?” Meg asked, poking Sam’s shoulder with her finger.
“No… no, I’m fine...” Sam mumbled, totally baffled. He couldn’t believe this was actually Meg, but now that he looked at her a bit closer, he realized that it could be. Her vessel was different, but kind of similar to the Meg he knew, or not? The same hair, the same height apparently and, if he’d squint his eyes, even her face could be the same, just… a bit younger maybe. And with horns, even if they were rather small and less intimidating than the ones he had seen on other demons so far.
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost of something,” Meg scoffed.
“That’s one way to put it.” Sam cleared his throat and tried to act normal again. “I’m just surprised. I… I knew a demon named Meg in my world too.”
“Right, Lucifer mentioned something about you coming from a parallel world. So it’s true?”
“Yeah, kind of. It’s a bit complicated,” Sam scratched his head awkwardly. “This world is very different from mine.”
“What is your world like?” Meg asked curious, to which Sam couldn’t suppress a jerk of his lips.
“It’s… greener. I don’t know, but I guess that’s the best way to describe it. The apocalypse didn’t end like this there, we managed to stop it just in time.” Sam was surprised he could talk about this so easily, but it just happened.
“You stopped it, really? So, your world wasn’t destroyed like ours?”
“No,” Sam shook his head. “It’s pretty normal, I guess. We still fight demons and monsters of course, but most humans don’t even know any of them exist.”
“I knew it, you’re a hunter!” Meg exclaimed, but not in a good way. “You have these eyes, this look that all hunters have.”
“We have a look?”
“Oh yes,” she huffed. “You all have it, it comes with the job. It makes our skins crawl and be on edge as soon as you are close.”
“I didn’t know that,” Sam marveled. He wondered if this was a thing only in this world or if the demons he had met had seen the same things in his eyes.
“You don’t look like you’re about to kill me though, why not?”
“Why should I kill you?” Sam asked surprised. “You’re a demon, sure, but I don’t wanna kill you. I don’t want to kill anyone anymore to be honest. I’m tired of it.”
“Could you have a chat with our hunters so they feel the same?” Meg asked, to which both of them had to laugh a little. “I mean, if you have time and all.”
“I’ll check my calendar,” Sam grinned and Meg chuckled again.
“I like you, Sam,” Meg suddenly said, startling the hunter for a moment. “Don’t get me wrong, I hate hunters, but you’re not that bad actually. A bit wimpy looking, but I guess that’s because you’re human.”
“Says the one that looks like a little girl,” Sam scoffed with a smile. “Excuse me, okay? I’m double your size, I could break you in half.”
“I would love to see you try, Giant.”
“Sorry, but I don’t hit girls.”
Sam had expected Meg to be much more resentful towards him, but she didn’t seem to be like the other demons he had seen here so far. He wasn’t convinced that this wasn’t just an act, but for a few moments he found it nice to not be faced with hate from those who followed Lucifer.
“Do you think he’ll come back soon?” Meg suddenly asked, the concern back in her voice. “I know he is strong and all, but there were so many of them this time.”
“He promised he’d be back, so he will,” Sam said confidently. He was worried out of his mind, but Lucifer had promised to come back and he believed in his promise.
“I hope you’re right,” Meg sighed. “If he doesn’t come back we are screwed.”
“He’ll be back, you’ll see. He’ll be back.”
#samifer#sam x lucifer#sam winchester#spn lucifer#requiem of memories#multi chapter fic#chapter 8#myfics
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I’m Back!
Hello, everyone. Sorry I’ve been MIA for a little while. The past few weeks have been a little hectic for me. I’m closing drabble requests now and have received lots of good ideas. Thank you to all of those who submitted! Also, two of the requests have turned into oneshots (this is a rare thing, but sometimes I get carried away and it happens lol.) The oneshots will be a pirate!au with some smut for Jimin and a dance camp smut with Yugyeom. I’m also finishing up my first Jungkook smut oneshot that I started working on ages ago and involves Netflix and chill. Hehe. Hope you’re all doing well and please look forward to the upcoming drabbles and oneshots! :)
(replies below the cut beware im drinking vodka while i answer to make my responses more interesting hehe (actually im getting as drunk as i can to deal with my vengeful uterus which is very unhappy i have not conceived any spawn this month and is giving me cramps from hell) you may notice my spelling grammar and punctuation get worse as you read please dont hold it against me)
anonymous asked: Hi Leigh we haven't heard of you since you mentioned having knee surgery the next day and I had this really bad feeling I hope you are ok? For some reason I am genuinely concerned and I don't know why so I hope everything went well??
Yes, all is well! I healed in pretty good time and am already out and about again. It’s a surgery I’ve had before so I knew what to expect and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Thank you for checking on me. Sorry if I made you worry :)
omg-mystarx-neoctech asked: Hell YES JOOHEON.
I SAY THIS ON A DAILY BASIS!
anonymous asked: Can I just say I fucking love the layout and look of your blog. Also I just read one of your smuts and holy shit im deceased.
Thank you! I’ve been revamping some of the pages but I only have a few of them done, so a few things may be blank at the moment. I changed it so fics are listed by member instead of type I hope that’s better but if anyone has opinions on the layout please let me know :)
anonymous asked: OKAY BUT THAT JOOHEON SMUT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUSLY SINFUL. I'M HAVING HEART PROBLEMS.
Jooheon himself is deliciously sinful tbh. I have heart palpitations every time I see a pic of him wearing tight pants. Or just pants in general. i aint never seen such pretty thighs before
neon-flamingos asked: I read Rhythm and omg i criedddddd it was so good i just can imagine Jooheon saying all those dirty thingssss my vayjayjay cries
look i recently saw that vid of him speaking english and his accent is so good which means i can totally hear him in my head saying all them naughty english things this is not good what have i done my lady parts also cry HELP
anonymous asked: Everyone is talking about the Jooheon smut and I'm here still crying because of how hard Chained up hit me
oh god that was not my best work but im glad you enjoyed it the thing never got edited i hope its not a hot mess haha sorry markiepooh but it still got the job done i think hehehe
anonymous asked: A part of me regrets reading Underworld AF....but it was such a good read too... that last chapter HURT but it was a good hurt
oh no dont regret reading it! that makes me sad! its a long ass fic i dont want you to get to the end of it and think holy shit i wasted so much time reading that horror flick i tried to bring it full circle in the end im glad you thought it was a good read i panicked for a second haha
honeyheonie asked: HOLY FUCK!!!! I have sinned. 'Rythm' was 👌👌👌👌👌
me too darling ;) thank ya
anonymous asked: Do you have a quote or prompt list we could use? :)
i do not. i leave it up to you guys that way you have lots to choose from
topaz-and-turquoise asked: For some reason, I only just got to binge-read the last 3 chapters of Underworld. Leigh. LEIGH. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF BTS-GOT7 CROSSOVERS. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF CROSSOVERS. THE QUEEN OF ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU'S. OF ALL AU'S. YOU ARE THE BEST AT WRITING TENSION AND HEART-WRENCHING SCENES AND THE COMPLEXITY OF PEOPLE AND JUST HOLY FRICK YOU'RE AMAZING. THANK YOU FOR THIS. I KNOW YOU ALREADY KNOW BUT THIS IS MY FAVOURITE KPOP FANFIC OF ALL TIME. I'M SAD IT'S OVER BUT I'M SO SATISFIED. YOU ARE THE BEST.
she calls ME QUEEN! thank you thank you I SQUEAL A LOT AT THIS im actually sad its over too. but im content with it. I HOPE IT IS FOREVER YOUR FAVE you stuck with me through the whole thing thank you i love you
statetheobvious04 asked: I've long been a follower for your underworld series and Jesus christ it's one of the best series of read ever. The storyline was so gripping and full of love and loss that by the time I finished the last chapter my chest was heavy and I nearly cried. Idk how you did it but I feel like I've personally lived through minas insane and perilous journey and felt every single emotion as if it were my own. It's een a while since I've read the earlier chapters but I feel like if I do il start 1/2 2/2 sobbing. You are such an amazing and talented writer that this story deserves to be developed into a book or movie but eve then those may not do it justice. But honestly, thank you so much for sharing and writing. And I’m so happy mina finally got the life she deserves and that everyone else managed to find peace in Iceland 💜💜💜💜
THIS MAKES ME HAPPPY YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW CAN I DESCRIBE MY JOY AT THIS MESSAGE you make me cry thank you for loving mina and thank you for supporting the story and thank you for telling me how it felt to read it i love you <3
anonymous asked: hi leigh! I have a question. I hope it doesn't come across the wrong way, I'm just curious! May I ask why you're not taking exo requests?
you’re good honey :) honestly im just not in an exo mood at the moment. i still write for them i still even have a baekhyun oneshot in my drafts idk im just not feeling like writing for them for drabbles at the moment if that makes sense
anonymous asked: Do you still open the drabble request?
they are closed now.
anonymous asked: I'm a Yoongi at heart but your story Underworld made my heart 'boom boom'. Seriously this is the best mafia /zombie apocalypse AU I have ever read and I read a lot of fan fiction. Keep up the good work. PS: Some drabbles based on Underworld wouldn't hurt. PSS: If you don't understand the heart boom boom reference , go see the latest Buzzfeed interview of BTS.
i can’t help but only hear got7′s boom boom boom though haha im down for underworld drabbles i think i mentioned before that any gang!au drabbles i do will be in the underworld universe before the zombie outbreak so far i only have the one for bambam i would link it but im too tipsy for something that level right now sorry :D
anonymous asked: I fucking love your angst writings, they get me emotional aha
thank you i love angst i like toying with emotions ehehe
anonymous asked: Underworld is amazing!!! One of the best stories I've read, even though it has me crying from Paris all the way to the end.😭😭😭😭 You done good. 😁
we dont talk about paris haha jk that one hurt too much thank you darling that its one of the best you’ve read means the world to me :)
anonymous asked: How can you write like thattttt!!!! I adore you. I'll always be your follower 💖
AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU and i’ll always be here! i promise <3
anonymous asked: Who is that in your header gif?
It’s Suga :)
thewriterpixie asked: *squeals* I just finished reading the Suga father/daughter date drabble! It made my day!
Thank you! I love that one so much :)
anonymous asked: Okay I was reading Wake Up and Play with Me and for some reason it reminded me of their song Paradise?¿¿ Now whenever I hear it I'm gonna associate it with this smut xD
Ooh i like the sound of that! i really love Paradise but I think Sign is my favorite on the album but how do you get your question marks upside down i thought the room was spinning for a second i kid you not lol
anonymous asked: Your Jooheon smut got me looking at Jooheony at a different way now 😏 thank you for writing such a quality one shot! You're one of the best of the best!
YAS come to the jooheon side we have thick thighs and adorable dimples you will not regret this ;)
taecmekai asked: hope you are ok and recovering well from your knee surgery :)
i’m okay! gained a few pounds from being stuck on the couch for a few days but idgaf hehe ;) i’ll get back to yoga when i feel like it
coppertopging asked: I just finished Underworld. holy crap the emotional coaster you took me on! I read the last 7 chaps today & i couldn't stop crying. I didn't when Jae died, but his 'funeral' got me with the reactions from everyone. & then Hobi?! That was the most painful. I had to stop & pull myself together. Yoongi made me laugh a little with his delivery. My favorite part of the ending was the Jk/Yugy part. The only thing I felt was missing was more detail into Namjoon & Jin. But this story was amazing!!!
yeah hoseok was the hardest for me too. i wanted to keep anything namjin related kinda vague and open to the reader’s interpretation that’s why there wasn’t much material there but im very glad you enjoyed the story thank you :)
anonymous asked: holy fucking shit. it's 4am and i just finished reading Underworld and i'm crying so hard there's so many emotions i'm feeling. thank you so much for that masterpiece. it's the first work of yours i've read and omfg you're talented as fuck. i'm actually a bit speechless still tbh it's only fully processing to me ...hobi... he's not even my bias but i'm crying so hard i need help wow SO MUCH LOVE FOR U AND UR WRITING THO
omg i cant believe you stayed up that late to read it i wish i could do that but in my old age i dont bounce back that well anymore (i just turned 27 and am very upset about it) anyway THANK YOU this makes me very happy
danphilandstuff asked: OH MY FUCKING GOD RHYTHM WAS SO FUCKING GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH ITS ACTUALLY HOW I IMAGINED HIM TO BE IT FELT SO REAL IT WAS ACTUALLY THE BEST FANFIC IVE EVER READ IM CURRENTLY READING YOUR MASTER LIST. you're actually such an amazing writer thank you so much (Could I request more Jooheon fics? ((If you want and have time)) )
i will never stop writing jooheon fics. you have nothing to worry about there haha. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE BEST FANFIC YOUVE READ IT WAS SUCH A RAUNCHY SEX FEST I SHOULD BE ASHAMED lol just kidding no but in all seriousness THANK YOU I LOVE YOU IM GLAD YOU LOVED IT I HOPE YOU KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE MUHAHA
anonymous asked: (1/3) Hey lovely! I came across your blog today after reading your monsta x all in one shot and i just wanted to say thank you for writing something so incredible! it had me gripped from start to finish and it was honestly one of the most (2/3) well-written pieces ive ever read, I would love to be able to write at your standard one day. I cant express how grateful i am, it put me through so many emotions and i actually had tears in my eyes at one point! So yeah, apologies for this (3/3) being so long but i just wanted to express my gratitude and say that you are an amazing writer :) x
oh my goodness this was ridiculously lovely. i am very proud of All In and how it turned out. i hope to finish the sequel soon. i keep getting writers block on it and i dont know why but anyway. thank you for sending me this and im thrilled that i could write something you enjoy very much. you are too kind thank you <3
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DragonKiss
Chapter 8
Into a Dragon’s Hot Springs
After finishing our blizzards and seeing enough of the Castro District for the day,She takes me by my hand and leads me to a Victorian styled 2-stories house.”Is this your house?”I ask her.”Yep,Nice looking one,too.”She gets her keys out from her pentagram themed bag and unlocks the door where I’m greeted by the sounds of little toes tapping the floor.
The sound is coming from two adorable animals in her house,a husky and tuxedo cat with yellow eyes.”Mamma’s back you guys and she’s brought someone to meet you two.”Kayako baby talks the two animals.”Ryu,that’s my dog,Carmen and my cat,Zero.”She says as her dog jumps up on me and Zero walks between my legs before going to sniff her penguin friend that followed us here.
“Wait,Kayako.Does he belong to you,too?”I point at the penguin behind me.”Cookie?No,no.He belongs to a friend of mine I made at the University;I’ve been babysitting him and tomorrow,I’m taking him back home.”She carries Cookie the penguin over to her living room where she plops him on a couch next to where I’m sitting.”So,Ryu.Tell me how you’ve adjusted to San Francisco so far?”She gives me a curious look as Cookie continues to do nothing but stare at me.
”Well.First of all,You were pretty damn right about the Fisherman’s Wharf;their clam chowder and bread bowls,well their pretty wholesome if I do say something myself.”I tell her as I’m petting Cookie on his back.”Didn’t I tell you that the food was good?As long as you got yourself a life supply of some of San Francisco’s divine seafood,you won’t starve during the zombie apocalypse.”Her seductive,red lips curve to form a smile as she pops the last of her Oreo blizzard on the tip of her tongue.
“Speaking of survival of the fittest,Where are you gonna be living at?”Kayako cleans off a chunk of blizzard that falls on her white tank top.”I’m gonna be getting a dorm at our university.I’ll be moving in there after classes on Tuesday.Im taking a literature class on Tuesday and Japanese on Thursdays.I’m free tomorrow if you don’t have any classes tomorrow.”I reply.
Once again,Kayako’s red lips curve into a satisfied grin.”Great,in the meantime.You can crash here for the night and since I don’t have Monday classes tomorrow,I’ll take you to the Pride Center at my...I mean our university”.
Meanwhile in Shimokitazawa,
Airi’s 3 children aged 13-16 wait outside of the headmaster’s office of their joint Christian school as Airi is talking to the headmaster.”What do you think mom’s gonna do to Ryu once we find her?”The 13 year old cousin,Mayu pesters her older brother,Daisuke while the 3 siblings wait for Airi in the school’s hallway.”I don’t fucking know.Go pester someone else.God,You’re fucking annoying,Mayu!”He shouts as he shoves Mayu away from him.She moves next to her 2nd older brother,Keita.”Kei.Don’t you think Ryu is gonna be grounded for life,you know for running like a bat out of hell at night?”Mayu whines as she continuously bumps Keita in the sides which starts to annoy him.”If you’re gonna ask me what Mom’s gonna do to the f**,Let me tell you this.Because only is she a fucking disgrace to this family,she’s a hypocrite.After all,her mom didn’t raise her to be a queer.Ryu will be off to fa**ot camp.”He answers her,hoping it will shut her up.”What’s a fa**ot camp?”Mayu asks.”What do you think?It’s a special kind of camp where she’s gonna be put in with all the other little gay fairies and all the little d**es who will get their minds fixed so that we don’t have to see them parading like ooo,look at me I’m so gay or hey look everybody,I’m a fucking fa**ot who is has fucking AIDS!”Keita then pops some earbuds in to tune out his little sister.Airi then exits out of the headmaster’s office with a serious look on her face that catches her kids’ attention.”Well,I’ve spoken to the headmaster and he says that you 3 will be excused for the rest of the school year so there’s no need to worry about schoolwork don’t think you kids aren’t gonna be doing schoolwork;I’ll be teaching while we’re on the road.”Airi sternly tells her children.”Also we’re leaving tomorrow night.Uncle Katsumi,Aunt Yuriko,and Honoka will be meeting us at the airport so you three better be ready.”She adds and the 3 siblings nod their heads in response.
San Francisco,
It’s really cool of Kayako to let me stay the night at her house;Beats having to spend another night in the freezing sea air.Since it’s been a long day with Kayako,I decide to take a hot bath as a way to destress.As Im soaking in my bath,I turn around to see that Kayako is standing in front of the bathroom door where her red lips seductively curve.”Should I add a dragon egg to this snapdragon soup?”She smiles as She removes her towel,revealing her her nude body.I could only stare as those red lips keep me focused on her and her soft,pale breasts that brush up against me as she leans next to me in this hot water.As she washes her face with warm water,I couldn’t help but stare as that tongue of hers licked her teeth.
Later that night,
As I drifting off to slumber in Kayako’s bed,I’m in the giant shopping mall again where I met Kayako in where she takes my hand and we are soon walking together in this giant mall,hand in hand.
Chapter 8/end.
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Requiem Of Memories // Part 6
Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)
Words: 1931 (Chapter 6 / 15)
Fic Summary: After sleeping for almost a whole day, which was definitely needed, Lucifer has a surprise for Sam. He shows the hunter where they actually are and for the first time, Sam's mood is actually lifted a little.
angst, hurt & comfort, alternative universe, au!lucifer, mourning, depression, blood and gore, nightmares, loneliness
Note: I highly recommend to read Nightmares Become Reality before this, otherwise the premise of the story and the setting might not make much sense.
Tagging: @sassysupernaturalsweetheart @spnyoucantkeepmedown @brieflymaximumprincess @kajuned @archingangel @this-darkness-light @dreamreaded @secretlydaydreaminglifeaway @humongouscandycoffee
If you want off the tag list or want to be added, just drop me an ask or IM!
Read on AO3!
Breaking down in front of Lucifer, again, was nothing Sam was particularly proud of, but the angel reacted way more understanding than he would have expected him to. After he finally managed to dry his eyes and stopped acting like an infant, Lucifer urged Sam to eat the food he had brought. It was delicious, there was no doubt about that and for the first time in weeks, Sam actually ate everything that was on his plate. After his hunger was taken care of and he had embarrassed himself once more, Sam began feeling tired. It was awkward asking Lucifer to stay while he slept, but the other agreed without hesitation and promised him to be quiet.
Sam slept better than he did ever since he had come here with Lucifer, whether it was because of his sumptuous meal or the other’s company Sam didn’t know, but it didn’t matter either. He slept like a stone without being disturbed by nightmares and that was enough for him to be glad about. While he did, Lucifer worked on his desk or read for the most part and overall stayed as quiet as possible so Sam could have the rest he needed. Sometimes he checked up on the hunter to see if he was still sleeping peacefully, before going back to his work.
When Sam woke up he felt as refreshed as possible and his mood was very much improved when he noticed the breakfast waiting for him on the nightstand. Lucifer was there too, sitting in one of the chairs close to the fire and reading a book.
“How long did I sleep?” Sam asked, followed by a long yawn and him stretching his limbs.
“Long enough,” Lucifer answered and closed his book before coming over to him. “It’s morning, but you needed your rest. How do you feel?”
“Much better, thank you,” Sam admitted with a smile, this time not as weak as the night before. “This bed is amazing, I can’t remember sleeping so good before.”
“I’m glad you slept well, there is breakfast and coffee for you and when you are done I would like to show you where we actually are. I assume you are curious about that.”
“Well,” Sam smirked and took the coffee to his nose, breathing in the heavenly scent. “I found out we are in a prison already, but that’s about all I know. I am curious indeed.”
“Good,” Lucifer nodded. “I have to take care of something really quick, you can call me when you are done eating and I will come back.”
“Okay, yeah, sounds good.”
Sam watched Lucifer disappear, torn between amused and confused. He wondered why the angel suddenly wanted to show him where he are, Sam was convinced he could have just looked out of one of the windows to find out for himself. For some reason, this idea wasn’t very appealing for Sam, however, and he decided that he would let Lucifer show him instead and focus on his breakfast now.
The food was surprisingly good, which made Sam wonder who was responsible for the cooking. On the plate were scrambled eggs, french toast and even bacon - not Sam’s usual breakfast back home, but he never ate more eagerly and with more appetite. Whoever made this, they knew what they were doing and Sam found his meal simply delicious. The coffee tasted very good too, turning his first morning with Lucifer into a rather memorable thing.
After he was done, Sam just laid back for a few minutes, letting his body process the food and allowing himself to settle down. He had not lied to the angel, the bed was amazingly comfortable and inviting, he would have stayed in it for much longer if he hadn’t agreed to Lucifer’s plans. Eventually, Sam got up and made his way to the bathroom to make himself look a little presentable and see if the toilet was actually working. It took him about fifteen minutes before he deemed his appearance acceptable, making himself wonder why he put so much effort into this task. He doubted Lucifer would care for the way he looked, but he felt much better like this, so he shrugged it off and got dressed again to call for the other.
“Lucifer? I’m ready.”
It didn’t even take a minute before Sam heard a familiar sound and Lucifer appeared in front of him. Sam gave him an awkward smile when the angel mustered him. Now he felt stupid for spending so much time cleaning himself up and making his messy hair look presentable. Lucifer didn’t give him a rude or sarcastic comment though, as he had half expected. Instead, the blond smiled back contently.
“I hope your breakfast was to your liking. Do you want to go outside now?”
“It was, thank you. I’m ready when you are.”
Lucifer nodded and opened the door he had disappeared through the night before, but this time Sam followed him. It led to a staircase they walked down two stories. Sam had assumed everything outside of this one room was just as decayed as the parts of the prison he had seen, but they were surprisingly tidy and clean looking. But something was very similar to the rooms he had crossed before breaking down - the air was thick and smelled of salt, only this time it tasted much less stale in his mouth.
When Lucifer opened another door, this time to the outside, Sam’s curiosity was almost overwhelming. He thought he would see the prison or some other house, but when he stepped outside he was met with an eerily beautiful image of blue water and purple sky. Sam was fascinated by this view and simply stood there for a few minutes with his mouth slightly open in fascination and looked at it. In this wasteland of a world, he did not expect to ever see something so stunningly beautiful.
“I see you like the change of view,” Lucifer commented, his voice sounding very far away. Sam swallowed and nodded slowly. “The island might be as dead as everything else, but this view is worth coming here in my eyes.”
“It’s… incredible,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen something like this before.”
“This world might be fighting to survive, but there are some good things left in it.”
“Where… are we?” Sam finally managed to turn around to look at Lucifer, only to notice a slight change of his expression. He almost looked… nostalgic?
“Maybe this place is familiar to you, we are on the island of Alcatraz. It has been a long time since it was actually used as a prison though, we have occupied it about a year ago to use as an escape point.”
“Alcatraz… wow…” Sam didn’t even think about being here, but now that he thought of it, this location made a lot of sense. “And you protect the whole island by yourself?”
“Not by myself, but we do, yes,” Lucifer nodded, a proud gleam in his eyes. “The island is warded completely, it cannot be found by angels or hunters or anything else. I am the only one who is able to enter this place, apart from demons who wear a certain symbol.”
“Taking no risks I see.” Sam was impressed, he had to admit it. It was a very clever way of protecting his people and himself. “I’ve been here when I was a kid once, dad let Dean take me here while he was working. But this house,” he pointed at the warden’s house they just came from, “was completely burned down. There were only ruins left of it. The tour guide also said that this island is haunted and we heard some very terrifying things while we were here.”
“Haunted, really?” Lucifer smirked and crossed his arms. “Well, we had a few ghosts, but I got rid of them very quick. They were very annoying. This house was slightly damaged too, but it was rather easy to repair. Originally we didn’t intend to take the whole island, but as our small group grew bigger we expanded our territory.”
“Grow bigger? Do you mean you keep turning humans into demons?” Sam asked suspiciously and took a step back.
“No, not what you think,” Lucifer appeased him. “There are still demons out there that we pick up; they come to us because they seek shelter. Some are driven out of their hideouts, some come because they want to fight. I am selective, everyone could be a spy after all, but I still take new ones in occasionally.”
“But… why do you keep fighting? This world is destroyed already, isn’t it? What else do you want, end the rest of the humanity too?”
“It doesn’t matter for now why we fight, but this place is as safe as possible, that’s what you need to know. The prison is dangerous in itself, but the island is not. If you ever wish to get some fresh air, feel free to come out here.”
Sam didn’t like the way Lucifer evaded his question, but he refrained from asking more about this topic. After all, he was talking to the Devil, he shouldn’t expect anything. For a moment he was blinded by the other’s behavior, but he realized that he had to stay wary to not be manipulated even further. No matter how much Lucifer seemed to care, Sam couldn’t forget who he had in front of him and what he had done.
“I will never understand why you wanted the apocalypse in the first place,” Sam sighed and turned around, crossing his arms as a gust of ice cold wind hit him. “There are bad people, yes, but there are good ones to make up for them. Maybe we are monsters on the inside, but we try our damn hardest to contain this side and to do the right thing…”
“I don’t expect you to understand, Sam,” Lucifer answered in a sad voice, but Sam didn’t turn around. “Some things just have to happen, whether we want them to or not. We all choose our path and sometimes it changes, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes we lose something that we thought we could never live without and it changes the way we see the world, for the better or the worse.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asked, looking over his shoulder.
“It means that not everything is always the way it seems at first. At times we expect the worst and are shocked when it turns out to be different. We should go back inside, there is a storm coming and you don’t want to be outside when it hits the island. Storms out here can be… devastating.”
Sam furrowed his brows, dying to say more, but in the end he followed the angel back into the building without further questions. He knew how regular storms were in this world already, he had no desire to find out how bad they could get here.
Still, Lucifer’s words didn’t leave his head so easily and Sam thought about what he had said for a long time after that. He had to think back to the building they were in, which had completely burned down in the world he came from, but was only slightly damaged in this one. There was something he didn’t figure out yet, something important and he knew he wouldn’t be able to let this topic go until he knew the truth. Something still didn’t match up and Sam was determined to find out what it was.
#samifer#sam x lucifer#sam winchester#spn lucifer#requiem of memories#two days in a row for once#i told you the schedule won't change#so enjoy i guess?#multi chapter fic#chapter 6#myfics
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