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Document-based Time-line: Before Jennifer Arrived at the Orphanage

Original date of the post: 23 of October, 2007.

Disclaimer: not my words, not my ideas, just reposting to spread and preserve.

“ This is an arrangement of the dated documents of Rule of Rose as a time-line, from the earliest document to the ones just prior to Jennifer’s arrival at the orphanage.

This is the time period between 25 April 1929 and 2 March 1930.

The GamesSpot/GameFAQs gamescript faq incorrectly claims that the letter exchange between Jennifer and Wendy began in 1928 (and declares, based on this incorrect date, that the “Joshua” of Gregory’s diary entries must be Jennifer). Although the dates on the letters exchanged between Jennifer and Wendy don’t mention the year, these letters could not possibly date from 1928 as Jennifer was living in the cellar of Gregory’s house when the correspondence began, but the airship that Jennifer flew on, and that crashed, killing Jennifer’s parents and resulting in Jennifer being rescued by Gregory, didn’t take flight until 1929. Therefore, Jennifer was not at Gregory’s house in 1928 and Jennifer was not exchanging letters with Wendy in 1928.

The first document of the time-line, by the way, is one that was overlooked in the GameSpot/GameFAQs game-script faq.

If I have made any errors, or have left out a document that should be here, please let me know in the “comments”.

TIME-LINE:

“25 April 1929

The World’s Largest Airship to Take Flight

In anticipation of the coming era of airship travel, Britain announced the completion of the world’s largest airship. In its long awaited first flight, it will lift off at Cardington and fly to India by way of London. All of Britain eagerly awaits the inaugural ceremony. Along with the Mayor and the Countess, children from the local orphanage will participate in the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

(“Unlucky Clover Field”, Smoking room, newspaper)

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Sunday, June 1

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Monday, June 2

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Tuesday, June 3

Cloudy. Weeding again. Tomorrow, I’m thinking of taking my son Joshua with me out to the fields.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Wednesday, June 4

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Thursday, June 5

Rain in the afternoon. Weeded the field again. Joshua isn’t feeling well, so I worked in the fields alone, as always.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Friday, June 6

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Saturday, June 7

Rainy. Weeding again. Tomorrow morning, I’ll go into town to sell peas, so tonight I must make preparations. It is a busy day indeed.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Sunday, June 8

Clear skies. I went to market and sold peas and carrots. I had hoped to be able to feed Joshua something nutritious, but sales were not good, so I was not able to buy much.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Monday, June 9

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Tuesday, June 10

Clear skies. Joshua has been misbehaving. He went and ate sweets out of the cupboard without permission.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Wednesday, June 11

Cloudy. Weeding the fields again. It was chilly today. I’ll have to give Joshua a blanket so he won’t catch a cold.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Thursday, June 12

Cloudy. Joshua is under the weather. He has a slight fever, so I fed him some hot pea soup.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Friday, June 13

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Saturday, June 14

Cloudy. Planted peas in the ground.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Sunday, June 15

Rainy. I spent the day in my room drawing a picture book for Joshua. I’m sure he’ll enjoy this one.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Monday, June 16

Cloudy. Today, I cleaned out the barn. Joshua told me he liked my latest story. Nothing pleases me more that to see my son happy.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Tuesday, June 17

Cloudy. Barn cleaning again. I’ve been neglecting the fields, so they’re in a bit of a mess. I must drive the insects and mice away.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Wednesday, June 18

Clear skies. I did weeding today. The weather was beautiful. A great day to work in the fields.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Thursday, June 19

Clear skies. More weeding. I wanted to take Joshua out with me to the fields, but his coughs were getting worse, so I had him stay in bed.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Friday, June 20

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“21 June 1929

Another Unexplained Disappearance

There has been another mysterious disappearance of a child recently. Following missing children reports on the 7th and 14th, police are now investigating this case as both a possible kidnapping and a missing person.

Local residents are advised not to allow children outside unsupervised and to take caution around any suspicious individuals.”

(“Gingerbread House”, boarded-off room with sky wall paper, newspaper on floor by the chair)

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“Saturday, June 21

Clear skies. Planted peas in the ground.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Sunday, June 22

Cloudy. I thought of a good idea for a story. I’m going to take a day off from the fields and concentrate on refining it.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“23 June 1929

Luxury Airship Missing!

England’s largest luxury airship, which just set sail on its virgin flight—a flight celebrated across the country with great fanfare—was reported today to have gone off course and is currently missing.

It is speculated that the vessel diverted from its course to avoid a low pressure system approaching from the south, but its whereabouts are still unknown.

Due to the heavy thunder and rain that have blanketed the area since yesterday, the search for the airship has faced many difficulties.

(“Gingerbread House” Cellar Bedroom, newspaper clipping pinned up on wall)

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“Monday, June 23

Clear skies. I did weeding today. Joshua told me he liked my latest story. There’s nothing I love more than seeing his beaming, happy face.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Tuesday, June 24

Clear skies. Weeding again. It feels great to work the fields on such a fine day.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Wednesday, June 25

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Thursday, June 26

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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“Friday, June 27

Clear skies. Today, I weeded the fields. Work went well.”

(“Gingerbread House”, Study, Gregory’s diary)

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Gregory’s June 1929 calendar

1 (sun) Sunday

2 (sun) Monday

3 (cloud) Tuesday

4 (sun) Wednesday

5 (rain cloud) Thursday

6 (sun) Friday

7 (rain cloud) Saturday

8 (sun) Sunday

9 (sun) Monday

10 (sun) Tuesday

11 (cloud) Wednesday

12 (cloud) Thursday

13 (sun) Friday

14 (cloud) Saturday

15 (cloud) Sunday

16 (cloud) Monday

17 (cloud) Tuesday

18 (sun) Wednesday

19 (sun) Thursday

20 (sun) Friday

21 (sun) Saturday

22 (cloud) Sunday

23 (sun) Monday

24 (sun) Tuesday

25 (sun) Wednesday

26 (sun) Thursday

27 (sun) Friday

28 (unmarked) Saturday

29 (unmarked) Sunday

30 (unmarked) Monday

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10 November

To Mr. Joshua, the bear in distress,

My name is Wendy. I always watch you from the sky. Mr. Joshua, why are you trapped down there?

(“Gingerbread House”, Cellar Bedroom, cradle?)

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16 November

Dear Wendy, my visitor in the window,

Thank you so much for writing to me. The man calls me Joshua, but my name is Jennifer. I’ve been in this room ever since he saved me. He’s a nice person… but he won’t let me leave.

(“Once Upon a Time”, Sickroom, by the lamp)

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27 November

From W to J

My Prince in need of rescue,

It was a pleasure to meet you, my dear Prince. What a wonderful encounter! Yes… I only wish there was a world for just you and I: The Prince and Princess…

Don’t worry. I’ll set you free.

(“Gingerbread House” Cellar Bedroom, cradle?)

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10 December

From J to W

Thank you Wendy.

I want to fly away from this room and run with you in the fields…

But the man is so lonely, so sad. I can’t just leave him alone.

(“Once Upon a Time”, Sickroom, by the lamp)

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9 January

From W to J

…Oh my poor kind prince.

You’re worried because that man sometimes seems crazy, right? Well don’t worry. I know where he hides that awful thing of his. So let’s run away together. You can leave it all to me. Everything will be all right.

(“Gingerbread House” Cellar Bedroom, cradle?)

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14 January

From J to W

Thank you Wendy, my kind and fair Princess. Is there something that I can do for you?

(“Once Upon a Time”, Sickroom, by the lamp)

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20 January

From W to J

My Prince, Please don’t worry. I’ll do anything for you. Just… pledge your love for me. That’s all I ask.

(“Gingerbread House” Cellar Bedroom, cradle?)

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24 January

From J to W

I, Jennifer, pledge to the fair Princess Wendy:

Everlasting

True love

I am yours

(“Once Upon a Time”, Sickroom, by the lamp)

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27 January

From W to J

Tomorrow night, I shall unlock your shackles. Let us live together forever.

everlasting

true love

i am yours

(“Gingerbread House” Cellar Bedroom, cradle?)

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“March 2, 1930

Recently, the children have been engaging in odd activities and spreading disturbing rumors—rumors about creatures that come after children who don’t clean up and stray dogs that kidnap small tots… It’s all very bizarre.”

(“The Little Princess”, Headmaster’s room, desk, Hoffman’s diary)

(“Once Upon a Time”, Headmaster’s room, desk, Hoffman’s diary)

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“Sunday, March 2

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Was it something I did? Last month I failed. What will happen to me this month? Mr. Hoffman said that a new girl is coming soon. Will I even lose to her and be all miserable? I’m scared. I hate to think what’s in store for me.”

(“Rag Princess Sews”, Working Class Luggage, Amanda’s diary)”

Notes: this is really awesome if you want to get into the story but you forgot certain files while playing, or maybe if the let’s player you’re watching isn’t much into reading stuff in games.

#rule of rose #rule of rose mysteries #rule of rose theories #not showing in the taaags

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 4 years

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Where You’re Bound Pt. 8

Donations (Please send me donations, Im out of work and bills are falling behind, ive been so stressed I havent been able to write, my life is in shambles :( )

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Jess was furious when Sam came home that night, she was cleaning the kitchen listening to loud music. “hey sweetheart,” Sam tried to call out over the music; but she couldn’t hear him. “Jess!” Sam shouted over the music but she continued to scrub the counter top.

Finally, he found the remote and turned the music off causing Jess to turn and look at him. “If I wanted to talk to you, I would have answered you.” She snapped at him. Sam stared at her confused, “What did I do now?” he sighed. He was tired of fighting with her all the damn time. It seemed like that was all they ever did anymore was fight or screw, and frankly he was getting tired of both.

“I stopped by the school today…I saw you with her. When were you going to tell me that bitch started working there again?!” She yelled at him with a glare. Sam looked surprised before anger covered his features, “Hey! Watch how you talk about her. Don’t forget, I cheated on her with you! So, who is the real bitch here?” Sam yelled back at her. “Oh yeah, I’m the bitch Sam! I picked up this broken shell of a man and made you into the man you are today! So, fuck you!” She shoved past him storming out of the kitchen.

Sam quickly followed after her, raising his voice “Yes! You’re a lying, cheating, conniving bitch! The only reason I’m still with you is because I’m lonely and I miss Y/N! You are nothing compared to her! She’s beautiful, amazing, smart, sexy, and everything you’re not. You can’t stand the fact that I’m still in love with her! Every time I fuck you, I picture her! You know what? I’m done. Pack your shit and get out. It’s over.” Sam’s chest heaved from his honesty; the silence that fell between them thickened as the clock ticked in the heavy silence.

Jess was speechless, she shook her head. “Sam please no. I love you,” She began to cry, as Sam watched her, he realized through it all he had never really loved her, not like he still loved you. Even back when they were in college…he didn’t love her then.

You. You’ve always been the one he’s really truly loved, but now he had to figure out a way to get you back.

Jess got closer, and when she went to kiss him, he stopped her. “get out,” he said quietly before he made his way up the stairs and went to his room closing the door. He walked over sitting on the bed and ran his hands through his hair, you were the most important person in his life, even if you weren’t technically in his life at the moment.

You walked through the parking lot the next morning shivering slightly, it was a very chilly morning, even the hot cup of coffee in your hands wasn’t warming you up. You made your way toward the building when you saw Sam and Dean standing next to Sam’s car talking. As you walked, Sam noticed you out of the corner of his eye and turned to face you, “Y/N, hey, Good morning!” Sam called out smiling at you. You looked over at them again, throwing up your hand you gave a small wave along with a smile.

Dean smiled and waved back before watching his brother watch you walk inside the building. “Okay so you and Jess broke up? I assume Y/N working here has something to do with that relationship coming to an abrupt end?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam looked at him as he scratched his neck. “I love her dude. I love her so much; I cannot live without her in my life.” Sam said quietly as tears filled his eyes. “Then you need to tell her that Sam.” Dean told him as he nodded toward the building. Sam sighed shaking his head.

“So why don’t you ask Y/N to come to the wedding with you? Even if it’s just as friends, you’ll get to spend time with her and who knows, maybe things will develop again between the two of you.” Dean smiled.

Sam thought about it, it wasn’t a bad idea, and maybe this would cause a spark of feelings between you two again. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea” Sam said goodbye to his brother and walked inside. Inviting you to Dean’s wedding would be the perfect chance to talk to you, plus you’d both be able to talk at the wedding and he could even ask you to dance, this would be great.

Sam waited until lunch to go to your office and talk to you about Dean’s wedding. He raised his fist raking his knuckles across the dark oak wood of your office door. “Come in!” your voice called out.

You took a bite of salad just after you announced to your unknown visitor that they could enter your office. As you looked back down at your food, the door opened. “Y/N” that all too familiar voice called out. You looked up locking eyes with his hazel ones.

“Sam,” you breathed out in a whisper before clearing your throat. Mr. Winchester, what can I do for you?” you asked with a small smile as you sighed onto your computer. Sam came in and closed the door before sitting down on the other side of your desk. “No, this isn’t history related. Well-I mean, it is, well it’s not. I mean-,” you looked at him, “Sam, what can I do for you?” You asked with a small smile. Sam stared at you before he smiled softly. “Well, Saturday Dean is getting married and I wanted to see if you’d like to be my plus one?” he gave you a shy smile, his dimples showing.

“Oh Sam, that sounds great, but sadly I already have plans this Saturday. I’m going over to Gabe and Liv’s for dinner.” You said softly. Sam got a look on his face, “oh, yeah, no that’s okay!” he said starting to stand. “but thank you for the offer, and tell Dean congratulations, I’ll get them a gift and bring it to your office Monday.” You smiled.

Sam felt his heart flutter at the sight of that beautiful smile. He missed that smile so much. He missed seeing your smile when he first woke up, when he would reach other and grab your hand.

Sam blinked, “yeah that’s nice of you Y/N.” You smiled. “Of course, it’s no problem. Listen I have some papers to deliver why don’t I walk you back to your classroom?” as you spoke you stood grabbing a couple of files. “Sure.” He smiled and walked out with you.

As you both walked down the hallway you smiled at him. “So how are you and Jess? Gabe told me that you two are engaged that’s great, Congratulations!” you said giving him the best smile you could. Truth was you hated the idea of Sam in the arms of another woman.

Sam stopped you and shook his head. “No, we actually broke up, so it’s just me now,” he said looking at the ground. “Oh Sam, I’m so sorry I had no idea. You guys seemed happy together.” Sam shook his head, “No, don’t be sorry, she wasn’t the right woman for me.” He said looking at you.

You looked up at him and a small blush covered your cheeks. Sam smiled and looked at the ground. “Uh, here’s my classroom…so, maybe next week we can have lunch together?” He asked smiling as he turned and faced you.

You smiled at him and nodded, “Sure, that would be great Sam” you spoke softly as you handed him the folder of his papers. Sam took it and walked into his office. “Thank you,” he said turning and watching you walk down the hallway to another classroom as he pulled his phone out and made a call.

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fckinwild-kiwi · 5 years

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Time to Realize (pt. 2)

Warnings: swearing, smut Word Count: 6.3k

Important note: The Greek mythology throughout this piece does not accurately represent Greek mythology to its fullest extent. Some things are changed for the sake of the story. One major point is the relationship between Hades and the rest of Mt. Olympus. With that being said, their relationship isn’t family-oriented, but Hades is welcome throughout Mt. Olympus and everyone gets along enough to be considered tolerated.

A/N: Please give me some feedback on this smut, that’s the hardest thing for me to write and I struggled this whole chapter so let me know your opinions, please!

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As she walked back into her apartment, she was met with a smirking Christine and a wide-eyed Rowan. “Jesus Christ, guys! What the hell are you doing waiting up for me?”

“I saw you two pull back into the apartment and as the best friend that I am, I decided to eavesdrop a bit,” She said, crossing her arms. “Seriously though, how was it.”

“It was amazing, Harry is just…Amazing…”

“Oh come off it, he’s just a typical guy, how amazing could he possibly be.”

“That’s the thing, he’s not the same as the other assholes around here with two brain cells,” Y/n said as she nudged Rowan’s shoulder. “Harry’s been such a good friend and for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to see him as more than that.”

“Wait, what the hell happened between you two?”

“It’s complicated, I guess,” Y/n started, looking down at her fingers. “The whole night was so weird. I met all these beautiful looking people who I just felt so… connected with. They were so kind and welcoming and listen to this Chris, a bunch of them knew my parents! They said they’ve been watching me as I’ve been practicing my botany skills and that they’re impressed. I’ve never felt prouder.

“And then there was Harry. He was just-ugh! He was so in his element tonight, mingling and introducing me to everyone like they were all his old friends. I’ve been pining over him for the last year and I started to think I had no chance and that he wasn’t interested at all but tonight… Oh my god, guys, I don’t even think I want to share these details because Ro would probably just get off on it but… Tonight we kissed! I pulled him into the kiss but then he pulled me back in again and I- “

“Y/n stop! Oh my god, you and Harry kissed? I wondered how long that was going to take! Rowan, you owe me twenty dollars.”

“Wait a second… You and Ro made a bet against how long it would take Harry and I to get together?”

“Of course we did. I thought it wouldn’t be until senior year, but Christine just kept insisting that it would happen before this year was over.”

“You’re such assholes!” Y/n said grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her friends. She couldn’t help but smile, had she been that obvious? She felt drawn to Harry in a way she couldn’t explain and know that she knew for a fact that he was interested in her too, just made her the beam.

“Goodnight, y/n,” Rowan said as he stepped up to engulf her in a hug, quickly trying to leave. “I’m going to head out now. I’ll talk to you two tomorrow.”

That night as she laid in bed thinking about Harry and the Adonis-like people she had met this evening, y/n couldn’t help but feel like for the first time she was finally in a place that felt familiar and comfortable, like home. As her anxiety and loneliness started to diminish, y/n could feel the happiness and positive energy flow not only through herself but also through the environment around her causing the plants and living things in her vicinity to feel the effects of that too.

The next morning y/n was woken up by the heavy pounding of someone knocking on her door. “Oh my fucking god, I’m going to kill whoever that is,” y/n growled, her eyes still closed as she tried to roll over.

The moment y/n got comfortable, the visitor at the door long forgotten, Christine knocked on her door. “Y/n, Harry is here. He comes bearing gifts.”

Y/n shot out of bed, opening her closet to throw on a baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants. At this point in their friendship, Harry wasn’t someone she was going to hide behind the mysterious veil of makeup. She tried that for a few weeks but with him hanging out so often, it was much easier to just let everything happen naturally. And that meant that sometimes she would see him with her crazy bedhead hair and oversized clothes. She quickly ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth and go to the restroom. When she walked out, she saw him sitting on her couch, holding a coffee.

“Hey mister,” y/n said, gaining the attention of the curly-haired boy. “I didn’t expect to see you so early today.”

“Hey love,” Harry said as he stood up and pulled y/n in for a hug, kissing her on the top of the head. “I know I should have called first, but I still haven’t explained everything about last night and it might take all day. I also missed you.”

“Oh yes, I cannot wait to hear all about the odd and mysterious thing but all I heard just now was that you missed me,” y/n said, grinning as she kissed him on the cheek. She didn’t have the fear of rejection lingering in the back of her mind anymore. Just knowing that Harry woke up at the butt crack of dawn because he missed her erased any doubts she still had frolicking her mind.

“I also brought you this coffee,” He said, pulling out the Starbucks cup from beside him. “Iced Carmel macchiato with almond milk.”

“You’re my favorite person on this planet. Christine still doesn’t know my order and I’ve known her the longest,” Y/n said, saying the last part loudly.

“Shut the hell up Y/n/n. Can you two get out of here so I can go back to bed?” Christine said.

“We should go, I forgot how early it was when I decided to just show up here,” Harry said. “Are you ready?”

“Is what I’m wearing presentable enough for whatever you have planned?”

“What you’re wearing is perfect. I think we’re just going to go by my place. It’ll be easier to explain things like that when we’re there… If it’s okay?”

“Oh, are you just trying to seduce me? Is that where this is leading?” Y/n asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh my god,” Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck as it turned a deep shade of red.

“I’m kidding,” Y/n said, gently reaching up to touch his pink-tinged cheeks. “I’ve known you for a year and I have still never even seen where you live. This is exciting for me!”

Harry just smiled before grabbing y/n’s hand and leading her towards the door. The pair walked out of the apartment complex and walked in the opposite direction of the parking lot.

“Harry where are we going? The cars are that way,” Y/n said, pointing the other direction.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“This is going to require trust and a lot of it,” Harry said, sighing as he looked down at the girl in front of him. Y/n quickly stepped on her tippy toes, her hands finding Harry’s cheeks as she pulled him into a kiss. At the moment, she wasn’t sure if she was reassuring him of the trust she had in him or trying to make herself less guilty for questioning that trust at all.

“Let’s get to it then,” Y/n said after pulling away from the frazzled boy.

“You never cease to amaze me,” Harry said as he smiled. Once the fear of the unknown was erased, y/n and Harry continued walking deeper into the woods behind the apartment complex. As they trekked further, y/n didn’t feel fear but an overwhelming sense of direction. It felt as if she knew exactly where she was going even though she didn’t remember ever being in these woods before in her life.

“Harry,” Y/n said, causing Harry to stop where he was walking and stare at the girl beside him. She couldn’t feel him staring though. Y/n was mesmerized by yellow daffodil growing by a nearby tree. As she let go of Harry’s hand she walked toward the lone flower.

“What is it, love?”

“It’s so crazy to see this daffodil growing here,” She said as she got down on her hands and knees, lightly touching the flower. “They usually only grow in the springtime. How is it possible for them to grow in September?”

“I’m not sure, totally crazy,” Harry said as he stared at her in awe. She didn’t even know what she was doing but she was doing it all… so right. “You could pick it though if you wanted to, that way you could keep it with you.”

“I’d love to pick it, but I wouldn’t want to disturb whatever’s going on here. It’s way too precious.”

As she stood up, she noticed Harry shaking his head, his smile continues to grow. She gently tugged his arm, breaking him out of his little daze before they continued on their way. The deeper they walked into the forest, the darker their surroundings were. This made y/n’s heart rate pick up and a smile form on her face, almost as if she were riding a rollercoaster and swimming on an adrenaline high. She was loving every second.

A few minutes later, Harry stopped and stared at a nearby tree. “This is it, we’re almost there. This is the weirdest part if that’s even possible. You just really have to trust me here.”

“I do,” Y/n said, gripping his hand tighter as they walked towards the tree. She was getting more confused by the second, Harry was picking up his speed and it looked like he was going to walk right into the tree…And make her collide with him! She closed her eyes, bracing herself for impact but instead of slamming into the tree, she was hit with a new feeling: Heat, punishing heat.

As she opened her eyes and released a bit of her death grip on Harry, she noticed how different her surroundings were. PEOPLE were swimming in a moat-like area around the floor they were standing on. It was entirely clear that she wasn’t in Massachusetts anymore…

“Y/n,” Harry said, causing her to snap her head towards him. “This is where I live…”

“I love it down here!”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up and mouth fell open. Maybe he thought the disgustingly hot feeling would turn her away. Or maybe he assumed that she would hate the souls of the dead swimming around their feet or be terrified of his pet—

“Is that a dog!”

“Yeah his name is Cerberus,” Harry said chuckling as he watched her approach the usually ferocious pup with no fear. The second she made it to the pup, all three of his faces changed from their usual angry demeanor to something Harry hadn’t seen in this way before, excitement.

“H, Cerberus is SUCH a good boy,” She said, getting on her hands and knees for the second time today, this time to get closer to the happy pups begging for her attention. “You are. You’re such a good boy!”

“If I had known that bringing you here would make you lose all interest in me and turn it on to my dog… I would have brought you somewhere else to talk.”

“Oh stop it, you do not need to be jealous,” Y/n said, her attention still focused on Cerberus. “The fact that you have such a beautiful and might I add, exotic, pup just adds to my interest in you.”

“C’mon love,” Harry said. “Cerberus has a job to do and I have some explaining to do. If everything goes well with us, he’ll be happy to see you again later.”

“Okay, see you later honey,” Y/n said before kissing each of his heads and standing back up. She grabbed Harry’s hand again wrapping her arm around his, they walked past Cerberus and towards some thick stone French doors. Once they opened, y/n was mesmerized and hit with some cold air. The interior of the Underworld, while, in this instance, was cold and drab were instantly brightened the second y/n stepped through the threshold. The once dark appearance of the walls softened into a dark grey instead of the original deep black color that once colored the walls. Marble crowned moldings lined the ceilings of the Underworld with bright red accents flicked in. The stereotypical appearance one would associate with the Underworld was nothing to what y/n was experiencing this very moment. Maybe it was due to her bias towards Harry, but y/n felt at home. She felt that maybe this was where she was meant to be.

Harry watched y/n closely, trying to pick up on any distaste or discomfort she may have. Little did Harry know, y/n was so engrossed in her surroundings and her ever-growing feelings towards Harry to feel anything negative.

“Right through here are my living quarters,” Harry said as he ushered y/n in through another door.

“You have your quarters,” she said, using air quotes. “So what you’re telling me is that you’re a rich bitch?”

“I guess you could say that,” Harry said, chuckling at the reaction he was getting. “C’mon, let’s go sit on the couch.”

Y/n followed behind him as she continued to take in her surroundings. His living space even surprised her. It was dark grey with different accents that brought lots of color in such a modern way she wasn’t sure if the men she had been with previously would ever have the advanced taste that Harry did.

Harry turned around and pulled y/n along with him, guiding her towards the couch. As they sat down, he wrapped his arms around her and enveloping her in a hug.

“Are you being quiet because you just want to enjoy my company or do you just not want to talk about it,” Y/n said a few minutes later, the suspense was killing her. “Because as much as I would love to just sit here and cuddle with you, I’m also dying to know what else you’re hiding from me.

“It’s not that bad, y/n,” Harry said as he released a breath, he didn’t know he was holding. “Do you know anything about Greek Mythology?”

“Of course, I was such a nerd in school, it was so interesting, and I felt so connected to it.”

“Of course you did,” Harry said, letting out a small chuckle. “Well before I start… Please keep an open mind.”

Y/n nodded her head before looking back up at Harry. “This might sound crazy but I’m Hades, King of the Underworld.”

Harry paused awaiting her reaction before y/n started to laugh. “Right, okay.”

“You think it’s a joke but I’m telling you the truth. There’s a story about Persephone and Hades, it’s a prophecy because it’s not fictional. That’s the only prophecy that hasn’t come true yet. The only one! And I’ve spent so long waiting for the love of my life, and I’ve been searching for her for hundreds of years. It wasn’t until Demeter had another child that I regained my hope.”

“Who’s Demeter?” Y/n asked, interrupting his story.

“Oh, you met her the other night, but she introduced herself as Demi,” Harry said as he clarified, pausing to gauge her reaction before continuing. “The prophecy stated that Hades will eventually break the curse of loneliness and despair from a woman named Persephone. She will be both kind and cruel, using both only at the most necessary of times. It’s prophesied that she will live with him in the Underworld. That’s you y/n, you’re my Persephone.”

“Wait for a second, this is all so much,” Y/n said trying to slow down her brain to process each part. “You’re telling me that you’re a god and all those people we met the other night are gods too?”

“Yeah I am, it probably sounds weird when you say it like that.”

“Harry, that’s not what makes it sound weird,” Y/n said, nudging his shoulder with her arm. “But does that mean that Demi is…”

“Your mom, yeah.”

“No way, my mom died after I was born. It was a freak car accident.”

“That’s not the truth, y/n. Your parents are Demeter and Zeus, you were introduced to them as Demi and Jove,” Harry said, rubbing her cheek. “When you were born there were a few people afraid of what you would mean to me, your parents, and the underworld. They didn’t know who at the time, but someone kidnapped you from Mt. Olympus… They had been trying to find you for years and then when they finally did… You were already on your own and thriving.”

“My parents are alive? I just that's so crazy… I’ve spent the last twenty years thinking I was alone and now to find out I’m not is-,” Y/n paused to wipe away her tears. “Harry it’s such a relief.”

“C’mere love,” he said pulling her into another hug. “You were never alone, I’m sorry that it ever felt like you were.”

Y/n molded into Harry resting her cheek on his chest. Of course, she wasn’t alone, not anymore. “Harry?”

“What is it, honey?”

“This prophecy… Is it kind of insinuating that I’m your mate?”

“Basically. If werewolves were real and I was a werewolf, the attraction I feel towards you now would feel similar to mating werewolves,” Harry said, choosing his words carefully.

“Woah,” Y/n said as she pushed herself off of Harry’s couch. “So you’re like really into me…”

“Yes, I am,” Harry said as he tried to hold back a laugh at y/n’s bewildered expression. “That doesn’t mean that you’re obligated to feel everything back towards me or in the same way. Being raised in the mortal world changes things for a person. I don’t want to smother you.”

"And this place is the Underworld? Like those were people floating out there in the water?"

"Well yes, this is the Underworld," Harry said as he chose his words carefully. "Those aren't exactly people floating down there but their souls instead."

“Is it a completely inappropriate time to ask if we could make out?” She asked, her cheeks turning red, but her eye contact never faltering.

“Maybe,” Harry said, smirking at her. “But I would never decline such a tempting offer from my girl. That is pretty dark though. Me telling you about the floating souls makes you want to make out?”

Y/n giggled as she leaned in, molding her lips to Harry’s. The first contact of every kiss between the two felt more magical than the one before. Harry grabbed y/n’s hips bringing her closer by pulling her body into his lap. The surprise of the contact caused y/n to gasp allowing Harry to deepen the kiss. When she felt his tongue swipe across her lower lip, she couldn’t help but groan at the contact.

Y/n pulled away, reaching for the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head before Harry stopped her. “Baby no, we don’t have to.”

“I want to Harry,” She said before pulling her shirt off completely. “I know what I want and right now, I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

Y/n smiled while nodding before reaching for his shirt. Harry lifted his arms, making the process easier. Once they were both shirtless, Harry reached for the waistband of her sweatpants. “May I?”

“Yes, please,” Y/n said before lifting her hips to allow the process to go smoother. Once her pants were off y/n quickly unhooked her bra before throwing it across the room. She wasn’t normally the kind of girl who had her full confidence while sitting naked in front of a lover but there was something in the way that Harry was looking at her that washed all of her worries and doubt away.

“You’re so beautiful, love. C’mere,” Harry said, letting out a breath as he reached for her face before bringing their lips back together. They kiss once again becoming more passionate as they continued the sensual assault on each other’s lips.

“Y/n,” Harry said as he broke away, his breathing erratic. “Can I try something? Can I eat you out?”

“Oh my god,” Y/n said, her eyes growing wide. No one had ever done that for her before let alone ask but she couldn’t deny that his blown pupils and dreamy look on his on the face had her dying to figure out what this man could do with his tongue.

“We don’t have to- “

“Fuck no, please eat me out, please- “

Before she could finish her sentence, Harry stood up, smiling as he motioned for her to sit back on the couch. She watched him, nerves raking through her body but as he reached forward to pull the lower half of her body closer to the edge of the couch.

“You have such a pretty pussy, love,” Harry moaned out, getting on his knees to get a look.

“H stop staring and get to work,” Y/n said, her cheeks getting hot but her body getting impatient. He quickly got the memo as licked a stripe along her slit.

“Mm, you taste so good, baby.”

Y/n moaned out as her legs spasmed unexpectedly, a dull ache started to burn in her lower abdomen. She reached out, tangling her fingers into his hair and tugging. “Don’t stop,” she sighed, her grasp tightening on the handful of hair.

“Does that feel good, love,” Harry asked, looking up at her through his eyelashes with a smirk on his face.

“It feels so good. So good, oh-!” She said as Harry slipped two fingers inside, stretching her out before continuing his assault on her clit.

“I’m sorry lovey, you’re just so tight. I’m a bit big so we need to stretch you out a little bit,” Harry said as he began shaping his fingers in a come-hither motion, brushing the spongey part inside of her.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum” Y/n whimpered. Her legs were trying to squeeze shut but Harry grabbed onto her inner thighs as he rested, rubbing gently on the soft flesh but pulling them apart.

“Let it out, baby,” Harry said, before curling his fingers again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Y/n chanted after his fingers grazed her g-spot again, causing her to find her release.

“You did so well, baby,” Harry said as he stood up and scooped y/n up in his arms before walking across the room with her in his arms and placing her on his bed.

“Kiss me,” y/n mumbled, reaching for Harry’s face.

“You’re incredible,” he responded before, pressing his lips against hers again. Y/n continued caressing Harry’s face with one hand, but she trailed the other hand down his torso, reaching inside of Harry’s sweatpants and boxers.

“You’re so big,” she whined against his mouth.

“Quit it, baby, you’re inflating my ego way too much,” Harry said before smirking at her.

“Do you want me to suck you off right now?” Y/n questioned, looking at Harry with hooded eyes, still in her post-orgasm bliss.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” Harry said as he shook his head before pressing a wet kiss against her neck. “Of course I’d love for you to suck me off but how about we save that for another time, yeah? I don’t think I’d last very long anyway.”

“Yeah, later,” Y/n said, her heart rate starting to pick up in anticipation. After a moment she softly said, “Please fuck me, Harry.”

“Sh, patience lovey,” Harry said before pressing another quick kiss to her lips. He pulled back before reaching into his nightstand to grab a condom. Y/n leaned forward, grabbing Harry’s pants and pulling them down to his knees before snatching the condom from his hands.

“You take your pants of mister; I’ll take care of this.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harry said, his eyes wide before he started scrambling to take his pants off. Once he was fully naked y/n sat up on her knees, ripping off the top of the package. Grabbing his dick with one hand, y/n leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the leaking red head of his cock.

“You told me that you didn’t want a blowie right now, but I still had to show it some attention,” Y/n mumbled out as she rolled the condom on, causing Harry to hiss in pleasure.

Once everything was situated, y/n leaned back against the pillows on the bed, letting her legs fall to the side, inviting Harry to follow her. He quickly got the idea, moving to align his body with hers. Harry grabbed his dick, nudging the head against her folds before asking again for reassurance.

“I’m sure H, I’m so sure,” y/n said as she rubbed the hair off his forehead. “Give it to me.”

With that, Harry pushed inside slowly. Inch by inch allowing her to take a few moments to adjust and accommodate the foreign feeling. After Harry bottomed out, filling her up to the hilt, y/n was engulfed with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her heels into his lower back.

After hearing her moans of pleasure, Harry pulled back out slowly before quickly thrusting back into her. “You feel so good, baby. You’re taking me so well.”

“So fucking good,” Y/n said, her hands reaching for his hair again.

“How are you so tight,” Harry moaned as he continued his thrusts. Y/n let out another loud moan before reaching down to rub her

clit. Harry noticed the action and pushed her hand away.

“Harry, baby, I’m so close,” y/n whined.

“I know baby, me too, but let me take care of you,” Harry said as

he replaced her hand with his, rubbing circles on her clit to bring her over the edge.

“I’m gonna- fuck!”

“Me too baby,” Harry said. After a few more thrusts he let out a particularly pornographic groan, causing y/n’s heart to swell with pride knowing it was her that was partly responsible for how he felt.

Harry laid his body partially on top of y/n’s. Both of them riding their orgasms out together. A few moments later, Harry pulled out, tying the condom and throwing it in the trashcan beside his bed. He stood up, walking to the bathroom that was attached to his living quarters and grabbing a warm washcloth to clean y/n. After they were both cleaned up, she watched him crawl back into bed before grabbing the duvet at the end of the bed and covering them both with it.

“Can I have some cuddles,” Y/n asked, making grabby hands at Harry.

“You can have cuddles any time you want, my love,” Harry said before wrapping his arms around her body and kissing her forehead.

“Thank you for today, Mr. King of the Underworld,” she mumbled out, sighing in content at the warmth of his arms surrounding her.

“Thank you for staying here and not letting it scare you off,” Harry breathed out. “You blow my mind.”

“I can’t believe that you’re my boyfriend,” She said, before closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.

Y/n was hot. Not in a ‘we just had sex that was hot’ kind of way. But she felt like she was on fire. She tried to sit up before she realized where she was. Y/n laid back down, placing her head back onto Harry’s chest. She hadn’t spent a lot of time in her life wondering what Hades would feel like. But as she spent a few moments letting her mind wonder she could feel herself imagining that the fictional Hades was cold as ice, considering his rough exterior and need to be on guard at all times. As she relaxed in Harry’s grasp though, she realized that no matter what kind of imaginary scenario she played out in her head, no matter how she pictured the fictional depiction of Hades… Harry was nothing like that.

Even from the start when she noticed the beautiful brooding man getting frustrated with his brown thumb, he was warm and kind. Maybe he was just that way with her, maybe the whole prophecy as he called it was true. But the assumptions and stories that were written about him had got it all wrong. He was a serious man, that part was written correctly but he had to be considering what his job demanded of him. Beneath that hard shell of an exterior though, he was kind and he had a soft heart. Spending time writing poetry and writing songs about love. He wanted to make her happy, and y/n took notice. There was absolutely no hiding it, as she reveled in her surroundings and the comfortable feeling of his arms, she allowed herself to admit that she was completely and utterly smitten with Harry.

Over the last year y/n had noticed little things about him, things that always brought a bit of hope when considering a relationship simmering the back of her mind. He had a rough exterior and a serious expression. He wore that often but for some reason whenever he looked towards her, it softened. She liked that she had that kind of effect on him, it made her feel special. And now she didn’t have to worry about those fleeting moments because he was hers and she was his. They hadn’t discussed the gritty details but to her, it was a relationship through and through. She didn’t have to question her value in his life because he was doing a great job of showing her, constantly.

“Ello love,” Harry said as he stirred from his nap, pulling her into him tighter.

“Hi, handsome.”

“I just remembered something,” Harry said, his cheeks turning red.

“And what is that?”

“I wrote you a little something… I was going to give it to you before dinner the other night, but I chickened out. I’m not afraid to give it to you anymore. I know you won’t judge me.”

“Oh really,” Y/n said, smiling up at him before kissing him on the cheek. “Well, go get it for me Mr. Poetry.”

Harry got out of bed before walking into the other room. Moments later he walked back in carrying a folded sheet of paper. He slowly sat back down on the bed before handing over the sheet of paper. Y/n made grabby hands, quickly intercepting the paper. As she opened it, she felt her heart swell.

To my sweet Persephone,

You know me as Harry, you’ve been able to get to know me in

a way few souls ever have. There are a few things my heart, usually hard as stone but soft as putty for you, aches to tell you. I’ve never seen a soul radiate the kind of energy that yours does. It is both the most beautiful soul that I can see bubbling over with kindness and also a very dark soul hardened with darkness. You care and create life through plants with just your fingertips, whether you know it or not… This is one of the things you were born to do. This just proves that you are the most extraordinary woman on this planet. A goddess, if you will. The prophecy likes to paint the picture as me being the bad guy, one who will kidnap you and force you to spend your days locked in solitude with me. That couldn’t be farther from the truth, my love. It’s true, I would love for you to live with me, rule the Underworld as my Queen. That is if you’re ready for that.

I love you.

H Xx.

Y/n felt the air leave her chest as she stared at the words in front of her. ‘LOVE.’ As cliché as it was, those were her favorite combination of letters. She took a deep breath, taking a second to flash through all of her memories. Never in her life had she felt such an overwhelming sense of belonging.

“You don’t have to say it back,” Harry said quickly, rubbing the back of his burning neck. “It’s hard to explain but the second we met; I always knew I was destined to love you. With that in mind, it wasn’t hard for me to just fall into it. I know this is all new to you so you’re probably not quite there yet and I don’t want you to feel obligated to say it back.”

Y/n smiled before looking up at Harry’s nervous eyes. “I’m not going to say I’m there yet, because I was raised in the mortal world and it would make me crazy to just throw out those eight letters. I know that I’m getting there, though. You’ll just have to be patient with me.”

Harry nodded, a smile forming. “I’ll take that.”

Y/n smiled back at the green-eyed man in front of her, nuzzling her face in his chest before wrapping her hands around his waist. “Can you show me around your little kingdom, please.”

“You know I couldn’t tell you no,” Harry said as he kissed her forehead. “I just don’t want it to freak you out.”

“Hey Mr. Tough guy, don’t get too soft on me now. You wouldn’t want all the lost souls floating around here to think that you have any weaknesses,” she said nudging his nose with hers.

“I know for a fact that you’re not one of my weaknesses, at least not where other people are concerned. I’m not going to lie though; I might get a little possessive of you around other people or even around the souls in the river…”

“A little possessiveness is sexy,” She said before putting her hands on his cheeks and pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Let’s go explore now!”

Much to Harry’s reluctance, they got out of bed and put on their clothes. He guided her out his sleeping quarters and down the poorly lit corridor into what one would be considered a dungeon. Instead, though, it was the workspace of Hades with a desk in the center of the room with a chair that held the essence of a throne. Y/n brought her hands to the chest before turning around and letting out a squeal.

“This place is so fucking cool,” She said speaking her thoughts. “It’s exactly how I pictured Hades in the Underworld. All dark and badass. I was expecting some floating souls or something more terrifying though.”

“Oh my Gods, woman! Of course, you were expecting the souls. They’re this way,” He said before shaking his head and grabbing her hand again. For the third time that day, y/n followed Harry down another corridor. This time though, the further they walked down the hallway the brighter and warmer it got.

“It’s uncomfortably warm down here, H.”

“That’s only because we are so far down in Earth’s core. The myths don’t get it all right, there aren’t any crazy fires that burn people for eternity… It’s just so hot because of the molten lava,” Harry said nonchalantly as he opened a large steel door that revealed the millions of souls that resided there.

“Woah,” Y/n said with wide eyes as she stepped through the threshold of the room. In front of her was the River of Lost Souls. The souls weren’t lost per se but instead were just destined to swim around the river aimlessly and for eternity. This would be considered a reward for the souls that weren’t destructive or murderous during their lives. There was always a chance for these souls, if able to prove themselves to return to the world of the living or working in the Underworld if granted the privilege by Hades himself. The tortured souls though were destined to an eternity of punishment and damnation. Forced to spend the rest of the days doing the things that torment them the most, a form of the cruelest kind of punishment.

“It’s kind of mesmerizing when you first look at it,” Harry said as he looked at y/n while rubbing the back of his neck.

“What happens if you touch the water,” Y/n said as she took a step forward, bending down to place her hand in the water. The moment that her hand made contact with the water; a hand wrapped around her wrist causing Y/n scream.

“Harry, what’s happening!” She said, using all of her strength to get her hand back from the unknown captor.

Quickly Harry reached into the water himself and grabbed the hand clutching Y/n’s wrist. As he detached the hand he bent down to the water before sternly saying, “You have lost all rights to one day be rewarded freedom or opportunities. At this moment you have been banished to live out the rest of the days in eternal punishment.”

“What did you just do,” Y/n asked as soon as Harry stood back up.

“I just punished the soul that harmed you,” He said before grabbing her wrist to inspect the damage done.

“That’s not fair to that soul,” Y/n said before turning the wrist in his grasp to hold onto his forearm. “They were just trying to get the attention of you. I think you should let them return here if this is an easier punishment. I’m not hurt, it just scared me.”

“I can’t do that because I will not be seen as weak,” Harry said, his eyes going darker at the possibility of losing control of the soul.

“You won’t be seen as weak; I doubt you’ve ever done anything like this before. Please do it this once, for me?” Y/n asked as she pouted her lips before looking up into Harry’s eyes.

“You have way too much control over me,” Harry said before smiling down at her softly and pressing a kiss on her forehead.

Y/n smiled before kissing his cheek and saying, “Do you want to go back to your room and cuddle? Unless you have work to do and need me to leave…”

“I would love to go back and cuddle with you.”

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Beetlejuice x Reader - Lonely Like Me

Part 2

This one’s waaaay longer than Part 1, and I cranked the angst up to 11 and broke off the knob, so tread lightly. Don’t wanna upset anyone. Thanks for reading!

@imtherain

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Beetlejuice was invisible for a long, long time before Lydia came along. He hated it, but he got used to it because he had no choice. Now he’s got his own weird little family thing going on and he’s the most content he’s ever been. But then he discovers that someone else can see him, too, and he just has to check it out.

Your life wasn't much, but you did all right.

You didn't like your job very much, but it wasn't without it's perks. It was certainly a step up from ten years' worth of minimum wage drudgery in one department store after another. It was still far from your dream job, but you could get by. You tried hard to remember that.

Your social circle was... easy to keep track of. Over the course of your life you'd had really good friends from middle school on up through senior year. You'd been close with a couple people in particular, but as you all got older and your lives became more hectic, people spread out and lost touch. You understood that, it was only natural after all. You did think more than once that maybe you ought to reach out some time, just to touch base and catch up.

But then the thought would occur to you that if they really wanted to talk to you, they would do it. It seemed to happen sooner or later with every friendship you made. One day they just... stopped answering your messages and you figured that was that. It bothered you sometimes, but you were used to it. Life went on for everybody.

But not for you.

Things began changing the day you almost crashed your shopping cart into that strange man at the supermarket. You had never seen another person like him in your life, at least not in living color and outside the glow of the TV screen. He'd been dressed in a black and white striped suit in such a state of distress that it looked as though he'd fallen down a ravine while wearing it. And his hair! Brilliant green locks that stood straight up from his scalp as though electrified.

You'd apologized, of course, offering him a smile and heading on your way. You'd glanced back over your shoulder as you rounded the next aisle, but he wasn't there? No way you would have missed such an outlandishly dressed person, but it was as though he'd disappeared into thin air. Strangely, the black-clad teenage girl he'd presumably been with was still standing right where you'd seen her before, apparently talking to herself. You shrugged it off. After all, you often talked to yourself too.

Ever since that day you've had this feeling like you were being watched. It would be the barest flicker in your peripheral vision, enough to make your pulse speed up a little bit. But there was never anything there. Even your cat would apparently just stare at a random area of empty space. Which was, admittedly, not unusual for a cat.

You did your best to put it out of your mind. You had plenty of other things to concern yourself with than imaginary visitors. Your job was monotonous, it was repetitive. There were days you dreaded going to bed at night because you knew that in the morning you would have to go back there for nine hours with no escape. You tried to make your cubicle into your haven from the mind-numbing tedium. You tacked goofy little drawings and memes and poems all around your walls. You decorated it with seasonal trappings: fake flowers in the spring, pumpkins and leaves in fall, fairy lights and garland at Christmas. Some days it was enough to distract you. And some days it wasn’t.

One week, for no particular reason, it’s bad. You start out every day frustrated for no definable reason, and then you have to go to work where it only gets worse. From Monday to Friday, everything is awful and it sends you spiraling down a dark pit into despair that try as you might, you can’t seem to pull yourself out of. The hours drag by with unbearable slowness, each passing second seeming to cost you more than you knew you had to give. You soldier on as best you can, wanting more than anything to simply go home and collapse into someone’s comforting embrace and just cry. But no matter how fiercely you want it, how desperately you wish for it, no one will be there. You will spend the night as you always have; alone, aching, and drying your own tears.

Finally, blessedly, you leave work for the day and you would have the whole weekend to try and recover from this terrible week before doing it all over again. When you step through your door a short while later you find the house utterly empty save for yourself and your cat. Ordinarily shutting the door behind you after a long day would bring on such a sense of relief. You would pet your cat and change into your pajamas, sit on the couch and relax. But not today.

You kick your shoes off at the door and leave them there, slinging your coat over the back of the couch as you pass by it, dropping your shoulder bag on the floor as you begin shucking off your clothing, stripping right down to your underwear and crawling back into bed, pulling the covers up over your head. It only takes a few seconds before it begins to get stuffy in your cocoon, your face growing hot as your eyeballs burn. At long last tears come, soaking your pillow, coating your cheeks as you curl into as tight a ball as you can, trying to stave off the gnawing ache in the center of your chest.

When it becomes too difficult to breathe you sit up in bed, raking back the hair stuck to your damp face, sniffling, your eyes red and raw. God dammit, you’re being ridiculous. You’re an adult, for crap’s sake, you’re supposed to be stronger than this. Yet here you are, bawling your eyes out, wishing so damn badly just for someone to sit next to you and say everything will be ok.

Your phone rings loudly from its place on your headboard and you jump, your heart leaping into your throat at the unexpected sound. Curious, you raise it up to see who’s calling. The screen reads: “UNKNOWN – 2383543873”. You roll your eyes, clearly a telemarketer or robocall, and silence the phone before setting it back on the headboard. You take a deep breath, filling your lungs til they felt they might burst, and let it all out in a harsh exhale between pursed lips. You actually do feel better, at least, after the crying session, sort of emptied out. Your head jerks round as your phone rings again, “UNKNOWN – 2383543873”. What in the world?

You don’t silence it this time, but you don’t answer it either. You sit there watching the phone, and sure enough a minute later it rings once again: “UNKNOWN – 2383543873”. This time you pick it up, swiping your finger across the screen to accept the call. “Hello?” you say tentatively. Silence is your only response. “Hello?”

After nearly 30 seconds of no answer, you lower the phone to hang up. At the same moment your thumb hits the Call End button, you think you hear a voice on the line: “He-…Hello?” It’s low, raspy and gravelly and it sounds surprised, but before you have time to react you’ve already hung up the phone. Barely a minute later it rings again and you pick it up immediately. “Who is this?” you demand, the beginnings of real fear tightening in your chest. You can hear what sounds like heavy breathing on the other end of the line, and that same gravelly voice in your ear, “Holy crap, is this really working?” “What do you want?” There’s a burst of maniacal laughter that makes you snatch the phone away from your ear. “I can’t believe it, it is working! Hiya, babes!”

You’re completely dumbfounded. What is going on here? Who is this strange man (because by now you’re pretty sure it’s a man’s voice) and why is he calling you? Is he drunk? High? Some combination of the two? “Is there something I can help you with?” you ask him, interrupting his gleeful giggling and babbling, getting frustrated with this whole crazy situation. “First things first, sweet stuff,” he says in a sing-song tone. “I’m gonna need ya to say my name, and then I can help you.” You frown, confused by the request and a little unsettled by the eagerness in his voice. “All right, weirdo, I’m hanging up now,” you say flatly. “Have nice night or whatever.” As you lower the phone you hear him sputtering in alarm. “Wait wait wait wait!” With a sigh you raise the phone back up. “I know this is weird and I didn’t mean to piss you off, but I just wanted to say everything’s gonna be ok.”

He says it all in one breath, like he’s afraid of being cut off before he finishes speaking, so it takes you a minute to fully process the onslaught of words. But when you do you can’t help feeling a little unnerved. “What?” you ask dumbly, thinking maybe you’ve misunderstood him. “I know you’ve been havin a hard time, doll, and I just wanted to letcha know everything’s gonna be ok.”

Your breath catches in your throat. How did he-? “Are you… watching me??” There’s a pause before he answers. “Is there any possible way I can say yes to that question without you getting mad and hanging up on me?” You scoff, angry at the invasion of privacy, afraid of what his motive might be, and hang up at once, scrambling out of bed to put on more clothes. You feel unbelievably vulnerable, what if he’s watching you right now?

You throw on a t shirt and pajama bottoms, peering out through your blinds to see if you can spot anybody watching your house. It’s already dark, but as far as you can see there’s no one around. The phone rings again, the same number, the same Unknown caller. You ignore it and soon enough it stops. But then it rings again, and again. You snatch up your phone and turn it off. It’s not a permanent solution, but maybe it’ll buy you some peace of mind for the night.

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Sorry for the massive angst-dump, but hopefully Part 3 will make up for it when Reader finally gets to meet the Ghost with the Most!

PS: there’s a little bit of an Easter Egg slipped into this part. If you figure it out, you get a high five!

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x self insert #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway

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destiel fic recs part 3

Part 1

Part 2

I’ve added heart to the ones i really-really love for perhaps personal reasons, but otherwise these are all beautiful fics and you won’t regret reading them! (same goes for my previous lists obvi :))

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The Secret Santa of Cubicle Land by followyourenergy Castiel Novak has never loved the workplace Secret Santa tradition, but he loves watching his coworker (and his very straight, secret crush) Dean Winchester’s enthusiastic responses to his daily gifts. Dean is so enthusiastic that he declares he’s going to ask his Secret Santa on a date.

Dry in the Downpour by almaasi Dean was in half a mind – nay, three-quarters of a mind – just to turn back, go home, make coffee, call in sick and watch wrestling and porn all day, when the rain stopped abruptly.

He glanced around in surprise, then looked up.

An umbrella. Someone had put an umbrella over him.

Adagio by noangelsinthegarrison

<3 “His name’s Dean," Cas sighs, "And he’s really stupidly attractive, and when he dances, he feels it, you know? And it makes me feel like I know him, even though I don’t. He makes me feel like… like he’s dancing just for me.”Gabriel rolls his eyes, “Wow, you’re over-dramatic when you’re horny.”

He Thought He Was Reckless by MajorEnglishEsquire Cas settles back and rolls his head on the seat. Tugs on the corner of Dean’s jacket.

Sits there. Pathetic-looking and unnecessarily bleeding.

(a.k.a.: Dean is a super Soft Boy.)

The Age-long Rivalry Between Pilots and Engineers by Winglesss <3 Living on a space station isn´t easy. Especially when you share your quarters with someone like Castiel Novak.

Irresistible by raths_kitten

<3 Castiel is a lonely wizard longing for a familiar to bond with. Dean just really wants a taste of this pie that’s luring him in somehow.

so this is the miracle by deanniker He doesn't believe in magic, or fairytales, or happy endings. If someone were to ask his opinion, he'd say that the ball is nothing more than a clever stunt, something meant to drum up popular support for the new king, that would inevitably come to naught when he married some foreign princess.

No one asks him his opinion, of course.

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A Brief Glimpse by cloudyjenn Castiel is utterly convinced he can't love anyone, but Sam, so when a strange occurrence at a carnival shows him otherwise, he doesn't know what to do.

Unholy Ground by teacass (Fushigi) “And I’m not a vandal,” the man shoots back. “My name’s Dean. And I think there’s been a misunderstanding—”

“No,” Castiel hisses. “I have watched you. I have seen you creep around with your shovel and your gun and I have seen you trying to desecrate the graves, my graves, so do not talk to me about a misunderstanding—” Dean holds his hands up and shakes his head. “Shit, man, I swear I’m not trying to—” Castiel has had enough, though, so he flicks his wrist and pushes Dean over one of the tombstones and down to the ground. Dean falls with a grunt and tries to stand up quickly, but Castiel keeps him pinned to the ground with a raise of his eyebrow. “I am the guardian of this cemetery,” he states when he stops and looks down on the struggling man. “I will not be made a fool of, especially not by someone like you.”

Chili Peppers by justanothersong for literaryoblivion Dr. Winchester hears an off hand comment from one of his students and find himself browsing a website dedicated to rating university professors. He's not surprised by his rating -- but is a little miffed to see the department chair has an even better one. Clearly, something needs to be done about this.

The Choice by RedheadedSuperhero To solidify the alliance between the Houses of Veenah and Winchester, Castiel agrees to marry one of Lord John’s sons. It’s not like he has any say in that matter anyway – as a marriage of convenience is the fate of almost any royal omega. He is even grateful that the king of Winchester had offered him to make his own choice between his three children. From all he had heard, Castiel already likes the scholar Samuel from afar; he certainly prefers him to the infamous Demon Knight or Adam, who is hardly more than a pup. So, he believes his decision is already made as he travels towards his new home.

But unfortunately, things go horribly wrong, and Castiel finds himself alone in an unclaimed forest, with only a strange hunter to help him find his way the castle of Winchester. And by the time he arrives, he might have already changed his mind.

Don't Be So Charming by PieDarling - Very loosely based on the movie “Prince Charming” -

Prince Dean was always meant to be fortunate, all the fairies and witches in the kingdom of his father would shower him with gifts. However, one of them had a deep darkness in her heart and out of selfishness cursed him instead, condemning him to have everyone fall under his charm and never know true love. His only hope is to break the curse before his 21st birthday.

At first, Dean is lost. How can he fall in love when everyone he meets falls under his charm? He finds hope in a magic coin his mother left him and in search of that hope he sets out on a journey with his childhood friend, Castiel, as his companion. Castiel is the only person Dean has ever met to not be affected by his curse, he trusts him more than anyone else.

Manifest Destiny by KreweOfImp The year is 1899. The Wild West is in its dying days—but don’t tell that to the outlaws of Eastern Kansas. The gangs are Winchester and Novak, and the feud is bitter and blood-soaked.

The families were friendly once upon on a time, but that time is long gone, and when Michael Novak, the second-in-command to the Novaks, sees the opportunity to have Dean, golden boy and heir apparent to the Winchester gang at his mercy, he takes it. They have history, Michael and Dean, and he’s been waiting on this opportunity for a long time.

What Michael didn’t bank on was that his cousin Castiel, the Novak gang’s resident scapegoat and outcast, would have some sympathy for the prisoner—let alone start to like him.

Eyes Like Knives by jennyfly for palominopup When rockstar Dean Winchester comes home to Austin to play a stop on his sold-out tour, he's surprised after the encore by a hot cop barging backstage to deliver some awful news. Not only is Detective Castiel Novak the bearer of bad news, but he also wants to question Dean's estranged brother, Sam. Can a frantic police investigation over the course of a single weekend result in a lasting romance? Hey, this is fanfiction; why not?

Knocking on Heaven's Door by sir_kingsley Dean Winchester left Castiel Novak in pieces when he broke off their engagement 21 days before they were supposed to get married. Now, a year later, Castiel has put himself back together and is moving on with his life and he seems to be doing okay. Until Dean comes knocking on his door at ass-o'clock in the morning. Now Cas must come to terms with the mess of a man who broke his heart but somehow still... has it.

Shadow and Storm by zaphodsgirl One night, a mysterious visitor appears in young Prince Dean's bedroom, and he suddenly finds himself transported to an abandoned replica of his home in an unknown land. He learns quickly that the borders are finite, and none may leave without incurring the wrath of the guardian: a dragon the people call Storm.

Left with no choice, Dean adapts to life as the others have, tending to the animals and working the land to survive. As he grows up, the life he knew as a prince seems more and more distant, until a new person arrives that he remembers from his childhood. Shaken by this arrival, Dean’s desire to escape returns anew, and he discovers more than he wanted to know about the Shadowlands and its occupants -- especially about the mysterious guardian of the castle, Castiel.

Such Familiar Magic by saltnhalo When solitary witch Castiel finds an injured dog unconscious in his garden, he takes it in. He's expecting to heal it, look after it for a few days, then perhaps return it to its owners.

He's not expecting it to be one of the strongest familiars he's ever met.

The Greatest International Love Story the World Has Ever Seen by MalMuses Dean wasn’t the type of person who did this kind of thing. He just wasn’t. GISH?? Ugh. The whole thing was just further proof that Dean would do anything his brother wanted him to do. Why else would he be in a Stormtrooper costume, calling up his ex-girlfriend for a private yoga class? Had he been stuck in a rut that long? Given that he’d been pining for the same freakin’ guy, his professor and coworker no less, for three long years… maybe.

Cas was definitely the type of person who did this kind of thing, not that many people knew that. He was one of the most well-respected professors at KSU. His students and coworkers didn’t need to know that he was captain of a GISH team, or that he knitted kinky accessories and made art with his online friends. His TA certainly didn’t need to know either. Just professionalism, of course. Nothing at all to do with the failed attempt at a relationship, three years of pining, and frequent inappropriate daydreams.

A two-person love triangle with online friendships, costumes, and a lot of glitter.

Scintilla by WinchestersRaven Dean Winchester: ghost hunter extraordinaire! Call now for all your paranormal needs!

He cringes at the flyer. It's tacky and cliche, but Sam insisted it would bring in more customers. And dammit, if he wasn't right--this new case sounds like a doozy.

Dean’s a medium with a unique gift of being an empath. Seeing and speaking with the dead is as normal to him as speaking with his brother, Sam. A new job leads him to Georgia, Castiel Novak, and a historical home that’s tucked away on a mountain. As he investigates, he not only uncovers the secrets of his client’s family but also one of his own that he may not recover from. One that has the potential to destroy the budding relationship that is quickly forming between him and Castiel. Will they make it through to see the light on the other side? Or will the darkness that surrounds the home claim them as its next victims?

If At First You Don't Succeed (Destroy All Evidence That You Ever Tried) byjustkeeponwriting “Three days, Cas,” Dean groaned. “You’re not going to call her tomorrow and scare her off, like you always do! Or worse, tonight! That has ‘creeper’ written all over it.”Or, the one where Dean pretends to be a woman who likes to text Cas in order to teach him a lesson, and finds that he’s way in over his head. (Inspired by How I Met Your Mother's episode 4x21, "The Three Days Rule".)

Pineapple on Pizza by HigherMagic In a world where everyone is colorblind until meeting their soulmate, Castiel suddenly sees color during one of his concerts.

Lois Lane Never Had it So Hard by FunnyWings <3 It started with the most humiliating picture of Dean Winchester's life and just snowballed from there.When a sinister new big bad moves into Lawrence Kansas, will the local heroes (and maybe a few villains) be able to band together and save their home?

Get a Whiff of This by bendingsignpost <3 When no good deed goes unpunished, Dean ends up sentenced to community service for physically defending another Omega at his job. That is, at his former job. It's all a steaming pile of shit, and that's exactly what he has to clean up at the joint animal shelter and clinic he's been assigned to.With a face full of allergies and a horrific mood, all Dean has to do is get through six weeks of this sinus-assaulting torture. That's not so easy with a smartass Alpha receptionist, but at least the weird Beta vet might just end up being kinda cool.

Dean Winchester is Not Afraid of Ghosts by Desirae When photographer Dean Winchester is not capturing momentous occasions like weddings and graduations with his Nikon, he is moonlighting as the cameraman for the South Shore Paranormal; a ghost hunting series on YouTube, headed by his brother Sam, and Sam's best friend Gabriel.Despite his brother's adamance, Dean Winchester does not believe in ghosts. And no one is going to change his mind. Certainly not a scam artist like Castiel Novak. Castiel is a self-proclaimed medium... and Gabriel's brother. When a member of the SSP team has to leave the crew, Castiel is the replacement, much to Dean's dismay. But the more they work together, the more Dean is drawn to Castiel, the man stirring up protective instincts usually only reserved for family.What happens when Dean realizes that Castiel is not the fake he always thought he was, but instead, a generous soul that Dean is rapidly falling in love with?

Looking For Group by athaclena Dean Winchester is in love with his best friend, a man he has never met, who goes by the handle AngelofThursday. Problem is, Thursday values his privacy and refuses to meet. Dean buries himself in his work at his bakery Slice of Pi and in computer games, desperately trying to move on from a man he can never have.

James Novak has problems of his own. Trying to cling onto what sense of security he can, he drifts around the city from café to coffee-shop to bar, using their wi-fi to keep his online footprint anonymous. He falls in lust with The Beautiful Man at his favourite coffee-shop, Study/Break, and turns to his best friend The_Michaelsword for advice.

A two-person love triangle for the digital age.

Time Still Exists by starespressos Castiel Novak has dreamed of participating in a theater dancing project forever. When a spot opens at Rowena MacLeod's theater, he jumps right in -- even though it means taking over from someone who has recently passed away. Soon enough, he meets Dean, who spends almost as much time at the theater as Castiel does but refuses to share any details about himself. Castiel is intrigued by him, and not only because Dean is the first person in a long time to treat him with anything less than admiration. As their friendship and the mystery around Dean deepen over time, Castiel’s perception of both himself and the universe is changed forever.

Falling Through The Ice by athaclena for JupiterJames Dean's finally retired from the Dallas Stars, and he's back at his original home ice-rink for a publicity stunt for his autobiography. Problem is, he has to do something that terrifies him. Second problem is, he has to do it in front of the man he was best friends with as a kid, until the ice cracked under him and he was left on the wrong side of an increasingly large chasm.

A story about smashing expectations (and some pumpkins), what it means to be brave, and how to follow your heart. Also, smut.

Genie in a Bottle by thepopeisdope

<3 When Dean finds (okay, steals) a bottle containing a strange, glowing blue substance, he does so thinking it's a cool novelty, at best. It didn't exactly cross his mind that the substance might be a living being, let alone a grumpy, sarcastic, perpetually-underdressed genie waiting for a new master. But now that he has a bona fide genie at his disposal, well-what better chance will he have to help things along with Lisa?

Except, things don't always go as expected, relationships are complicated, magic is never the solution, and sometimes the person you want isn't the person you need.

Between the Lines by JhanaMay Environmental rights activist Castiel Novak may not have grown up on the Plains, but he has thrown himself into protecting and conserving South Dakota’s natural treasures as if he was a native. When Dean Winchester, Hollywood’s modern day John Wayne, comes to South Dakota to film his next movie, Cas is more focused on preventing the environmental damage Dean’s movies cause than hoping for a chance to meet him. After Cas makes some negative comments on social media about the actor’s authenticity as a cowboy, he is invited to spend a week alone with the star, roughing it in the wilderness. Cas sets out to prove exactly how fake Dean Winchester really is, but he isn’t expecting to find out that Dean is a troubled man running from a past that is just as difficult as his own.

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so bitter and so sweet by superhoney Dean has known about the family curse ever since it claimed the life of his mother: anyone who dares to love a Winchester is fated to die. When he takes a chance on love and loses his husband Benny, his belief in its power only grows stronger.

Two years later, a late-night phone call from his brother Sam sends both of their lives spinning wildly out of control. Then Officer Cas Novak arrives in town, looking into the disappearance of Sam’s girlfriend Ruby, and starts asking questions Sam and Dean can’t answer. Complicating matters even further, Dean feels an immediate, overwhelming connection to the intense, blue-eyed source of their problems.

Dealing with all the secrets, the lies, and a brother slowly crumbling under the weight of his guilt doesn’t leave much time for romance, but as Cas gets closer to the truth, he also gets closer to Dean.

Will you be my ten inch hero? by NotfunnyDean (IronEyes) When John Winchester kicks Dean out, after he saw him kissing another boy, and Dean sees that Sam has a perfect life at Stanford without him, Dean starts a new life in Santa Cruz. He works at a tiny shop as a cook, has found some friends there, and is overall happy enough. That changes when Castiel comes into his shop and his Co-worker Azara, who has a different man every night, starts flirting with him right in front of Dean. Not that he would be jealous or anything, but there is something about Castiel that makes him weak in the knees. Only that Castiel would never want him back, right?

Reality of Dreams by sternchencas for my sister Dean Winchester has been living a boring life. At least until his brother is missing, the police think he has something to do with it, and a group of people who call themselves 'Liberi Somniorum' and live in an underground bunker ask him to join them so they can teach him how to use his dreaming abilities. As if that isn't bad enough, the police also took his car and then there's this guy in a trenchcoat who's guarding him, and some dark secret. Dean does his best to convince himself it's a dream. But somehow, sometimes, dreams can be very real, and this time, he just can't wake up.

Green Corners by rustling_pages

<3 After the death of his son, there is nothing left for Dean other than his garden market. His days are tough, the nights are tougher, but at least there's a reason to get up in the morning. And with the new boom on do-it-yourself garden magic, his business is going okay.

Amidst the passing of time, there is only one thing that distracts him from functioning like a normal human being: Diagonally across the street, in the display window of that traditional Herb and Potion shop, plants are dying in masses.

Storming in to confront the owner goes differently than he imagined, though. Castiel Novak may be the kind of guy who wears old-fashioned mage robes and keeps his shop in sweltering heat, but he's also a talented herbalist, the kindest soul Dean has ever met, and utterly beautiful.

Not that Dean is ready for anything other than friendship.

(Not that Cas doesn’t get sick a bit too often.)

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets <3 Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

Turn the World to Gold by superhoney, teacass (Fushigi)

<3 Just as Dean is starting to get comfortable at his new mining job in Nevada, the site is shaken by the announcement of a six-week visit from a team of consultants hired to make changes to the practices and procedures of the mine. Among that team is Castiel Novak, one of the most coolly infuriating, stuck-up, unfairly attractive men Dean has ever met.

The friction between them comes to a head during an unexpected but scorching hot makeout session at a company picnic, and they soon fall into a pattern of hooking up at the site or after work at Castiel’s hotel. But it’s just sex, or so they keep telling themselves. Castiel is only in Nevada for six weeks. They’ll have their fun, and then it’ll be over. But as those six weeks go by and they gradually get to know each other, both of them find themselves wondering if there might be a chance it could become something more.

Where the Lightning Splits the Sea by thepopeisdope Seattle’s hero never fails to live up to his given nickname. Like an angel, he appears when he’s needed most, a miracle when none is expected; he gets in quick, then gets out quicker, and like the angel he is, he goes off to perform his miracles elsewhere, often without any link between one miracle and the next, aside from the fact that he shows up when someone needs help.That’s how Dean met him, after all. The Angel is the only reason he’s alive.And that’s also why Dean is more than a little bit in love with him.But when the Angel is suddenly defeated, Dean’s world turns on its head. His city is in a vacuum, heroless for the first time in years, and to make Dean’s life even harder, his roommate has turned quiet, withdrawn. Dean doesn’t know what happened to make Cas’ mood swing so drastically, but he wants nothing more than to see him happy again. Dean owes the Angel a debt. Choosing between the two isn’t an easy thing to do.When the Hunter is born, the balance becomes nearly impossible to keep up.

Pining Sickness; Or, Murder With One Stone by athaclena, iraeim New York, 1895. The rigid customs of the old century are beginning to fall away, allowing access to the professions for more people than just Omega men and Alpha women. Dean Winchester, the city’s first Alpha male Detective, uncovers evidence that a mysterious new illness killing mated couples might have its origins is the criminal rather than the medical.Castiel Novak is a respectable Omega doctor who has started to see patients dying cruelly of something he cannot cure or even effectively treat. Approached by the Detective to once again give his medical expertise, he is eager to work towards finding a cause and, he hopes, a cure for the unfortunate sufferers. But both men harbour a secret attraction towards the other, and the quest for the truth will stretch their relationship beyond its limits.A historical murder mystery set against a backdrop of a non-traditional Omegaverse.

Silver and Cold by superhoney The death of a young man in an apparent animal attack brings hunter Cas Novak to the small town of Sydnam, Maine. It doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s tracking a werewolf, but discovering the killer’s identity is no easy task. All signs point towards Dean Winchester, a lonely recluse who lives in the middle of the woods and whose antagonistic behaviour does little to lessen Cas’ suspicions.As the investigation drags on, their mutual distrust gives way to a wary alliance. Cas’ instincts warn him that Dean is hiding something, but as he uncovers the man beneath the mystery, his professional interest becomes far more personal. Praying his faith in Dean isn’t misplaced, Cas races to catch the killer before the next full moon rises and another life is abruptly cut short.

The Horse-King by cloud_wolfbane, opal_bullets When orphans Sam and Dean Winchester get jobs in Horsetown, they figure that being stable boys is just their lot in life. But when King Metatron takes a peculiar liking to an even more peculiar horse they find themselves in the middle of an intrigue they barely understand, leading to an adventure full of magic and mystery, faith and betrayal, and maybe - if they survive it - love.

In Some Sacred Place by Hellosaidthemoon, schmerzerling Dean has cystic fibrosis, a brutal respiratory disease that means he can’t cut it in the life his father chose for him, despite his very best efforts. He also has a give ‘em hell attitude and a dogged crush on his childhood best friend. Castiel has an absent father, a stellar GPA, a comprehensive ten-year plan, and—a lot of reservations about all this.

Should've Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche) Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

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The Brave and the Bold by manifestingwings In a world where dragons reign over the mountains and terror looms in the streets of the city of Lavendel, Dean Winchester never expected his main problem to be a surly thief with eyes like the sea and a rare smile. As Captain of the Guard, he knows he has to arrest him for his crimes, but there may be bigger things at stake…

Shot Through The Heart by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) As a hunter Dean finds himself more often than not relying on the help of the Men of Letters. Most of the time that's not much of a problem - if it wasn't for Castiel, the smartass bookworm with the piercing blue eyes, the messy hair and the rude attitude.

He's been an annoying thorn in Dean's side since day one - and the hunter doesn't see that change anytime soon!

Everyone's a Critic by Englandwouldfall The one where uninspired chef Dean Winchester has a one night stand with the male (!) food critic who described the flavour of his garlic bread as 'closeted' and accidentally ends up dating him to try and prove that he's a kick ass chef, thank you very much.

(He may have a point about the 'closeted' thing).

Dreaming in Digital by Ltleflrt for jupiter_james Set in a Cyberpunk world where global warming and climate change has driven most of the human population into domed cities, Sam and Dean hunt rogue tech and science experiments gone wrong in the shadows, protecting the lives of those the government doesn't care about anymore. On a trip to the dump to scavenge for valuables Dean finds Castiel, an Angel Industries sex bot, which is worth his weight in credits. But when he turns the sex bot on, he learns that Castiel is sentient.

Artificial Intelligence is illegal, and for good reason, but Cas doesn't put off dangerous vibes. That doesn't stop Sam from researching his creators while Dean's off making friends with the android. If there's someone out there creating a robot army unconstrained by the 3 rules of robotics, Sam's going to make sure the operation is shut down for good.

Castiel just wants to exist. He wants to read and work in the Winchester's greenhouse and have movie nights with Dean. But he also wants to understand. Himself. His unexpected reaction to Dean. What it it means to feel.

A Graced Kingdom by angvlicmish

<3 this is a wip but i can’t not add it!!! Ten years ago, the Northern Continent was at peace, angels and humans living side by side until the human King Winchester of Torrin waged war against the angels in an attempt to wipe them out - an attempt that almost succeeded. However, to this day some angels still remain in hiding and with an unpredictable turn of events one of them finds himself as the personal guard to King Winchester’s firstborn son, Prince Dean. With a strange ability no angel has had before - to hide his own wings - no one knows that they have just let their greatest enemy into the heart of their kingdom.

Alone and struggling to deal with being surrounded by the ones who slaughtered his people, Castiel comes head to head with the Crown Prince. But what he finds within the man is not what he expected and they soon become each other’s only comfort.

Will Dean be the strength Castiel needs to pull through or will he be the weakness that will tear everything to pieces?

#destiel fic recs #destiel rec list #spn fic rec #destiel fic rec #destielfanficnet #destiel #these are almost all au-s

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 5: Lonely Creature

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 4389

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Warnings: physical abuse, injuries, blood...

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Mackenzie was lying in her bed, painfully crying in her pillows, trying to keep quiet. Everything hurt. It was hard to breathe. She could barely keep her face buried in the pillows now stained with blood, but she knew she couldn’t make any noise, she couldn’t take the risk to wake him up. The pain in her arm was so awful she was afraid to move. It was broken, she was certain, the noise she heard when Robert twisted it still sent shivers down her spine.

How ironic was it? She was (supposedly) the most powerful creature on the planet but she was still incapable of defending herself. And if she couldn’t defend herself against a drunk human, she didn’t stand a chance against a vampire. It wasn’t ironic, it was just stupid.

Incapable of sleeping, Mackenzie couldn’t help but replay the fight in her head. She flinched and winced every time she pictured his fists approaching her face, every time she heard him yell, blaming her for his bad day, his inexistant love life, his stupid bosses… It wasn’t a first for Mackenzie and she had been through worse. But something was different that night. When he started yelling and she knew it was going to end badly, the lights started to flicker. She knew she was tampering with the electricity of the house, she could feel it even though she couldn’t control it. When he punched her the first time, the lights went out for a few seconds. It didn’t stop him. He was either too drunk or to eager to take his anger out on her to notice. When she ended up on her hands and knees, blood and tears dripping from her face, it went dark for over a minute during which he blindly started to kick her, hitting her stomach and chest several times. At this point, the house started to shake. Again, he didn’t notice, but she could feel it despite the enormous amount of pain she was in. When the lights came back, he seized her by her left arm, forced her to get back up and broke her forearm. She screamed in agony as he contorted her arm and as the pain only grew unbearable by the second the bottles of beer scattered around the kitchen burst out. He let go of her then, as the loud noise of the many pieces of glass suddenly caught his attention. He was too drunk to even try and make sense of it. But at least he wasn’t angry anymore, he was just confused and tired. “Clean this up,” he growled, before he stepped into the living room and slumped on the couch. She quickly, and painfully, did as he asked, trying to be as silent as possible. She almost passed out in the stairs on her way to her bedroom. It wasn’t often bad like that, but every other month Robert had a crappy day at work, there wasn’t enough beer in the fridge – or there was too much – dinner wasn’t ready or wasn’t to his taste, or Mackenzie dared answer his question or dared keep quiet and all of it combined turned him mad and turned her face into mush.

It hurt even in her sleep. She wasn’t really sleeping but she wasn’t awake either. She would be even more tired when she woke up the next morning. But even in her half-sleeping state, Mackenzie could dream. Those were usually the worst dreams. The ones in which she knew she was dreaming but there was nothing she could do about it, even if there weren’t scary dreams. But this night, it was more than that. It didn’t feel like a dream. It was something else, something new, something that felt somewhat even more uncomfortable. The settings of the “dream” felt familiar but Mackenzie didn’t recognize them.

It was a big white living room. The walls were white, so was the wooden floor covered by a clear blue carpet on which were scattered toys. The white French window on the right was open and the large windows on its sides allowed the sunlight to shine in the room. There was a woman standing there. Mackenzie recognized her, of course. She was a short young woman in her thirties. She had beautiful blonde hair, amazing blue eyes and a bright smile on her face. She had her back turned to the white and clean fireplace and she bent over to pick up a book from the square coffee table. It looked really old and heavy, a little like the books that were scattered around Jonas and Luka’s apartment.

“Mackie! Come here, honey!” Aella called.

Mackenzie saw a young version of herself running around the house with a doll in her hand. The Barbie had long blonde hair and a pair of pink wings matching her short green dress. It looked new, and the four-year-old was fond of her new toy. The house was big. Too big for a single mother with her only child and certainly too big for an unemployed woman.

“Finish the story, mommy!” the little girl begged, holding out her arms.

Aella picked up her daughter and sat on the white couch near the window. She settled between the clear blue pillows as she placed her child on her lap.

“Where were we?” she asked.

“The mermaids were playing with the men and they fell off the boat!”

“No, honey, the sirens did.”

“What’s the difference, mommy?”

“I told you the difference, honey. Remember? What’s the difference between a mermaid and a siren?”

“I don’t know,” Mackenzie pouted, suddenly bored, deciding to focus on her doll.

The sunlight slowly disappeared and the room started to fade away, gradually vanishing into complete darkness.

“What’s the difference, Mackenzie? What’s the difference between a mermaid and a siren? Remember Mackenzie. It’s important you remember!”

The “dream” ended there but Mackenzie didn’t wake up. The question was echoing endlessly in her tired mind, unanswered.

She hadn’t bothered to set up an alarm as she was in no hurry to make breakfast for Robert with her broken arm. She would have to look for her old splint, she had no intention of going to the hospital, that would do more harm than good. At least, that was what she told herself. She woke up when she heard him enter the bathroom. She wasn’t feeling like getting out of bed. She wasn’t going to go to school anyway, not in her current state. It was extremely hard to apply makeup with only one hand and she doubted she could even hide her broken face, it was swollen, she could feel the pain. She was going to stay in bed for a few days. With a little luck she’ll starve to death, she hoped, and for a second, she meant it.

She listened as he took a shower, then walked down the stairs then had breakfast. She wondered if he was mad he had to do it himself, she wondered if he had any idea how badly she was hurt, if he even remembered what he did, if he even realized it. She flinched, then winced, when he slammed the door and made the house shake. She listened as he got into his car and drove away.

Silence could be a blessing, but it could also be a curse. At that moment, Mackenzie didn’t know how to feel about the silence. About the loneliness. Sometimes, she liked it. She didn’t have to explain to anyone why she didn’t show up to school because nobody cared. But sometimes, it was bad. She wished she had someone, anyone, to talk to, to help her, to protect her. Because she couldn’t protect herself. That was something she had learnt quickly after her mother’s passing. To use Robert’s words, she was a “worthless piece of shit, an unwanted inconvenience, and a crybaby.”

She fell back to sleep quickly after Robert left. But a half an hour later, she jolted awake as someone came knocking on her front door. She was groggy, both from the pain and exhaustion, and it took her a while to sit up. She wondered who it could be. She had no intention of answering the door, not with that face. But whoever was on her porch was insisting. They knocked once every minute. After four minutes had passed, the knocks became stronger and louder, as if the visitor was worried by the lack of answer, as if they knew she was inside the house.

She took a deep breath. What if it was a vampire? What if they were attracted to her blood, what if they could smell her from very far away? She decided to take a peek outside her window but there was nothing unusual in the streets. No unknown car, nobody. But, as she was standing by the window, she started to feel it. Him. His power. She knew exactly who it was and a knot started to form in her stomach. What could she do? Could she scream from her window for him to go away? That wouldn’t work. And if he really wanted to enter, he would break in, a door wouldn’t stop an Original vampire, would it?

She felt weak. She couldn’t stay on her feet for long, she would feel dizzy and pass out. She walked back to her bed and sat on the edge. She tried to think clearly, to find a solution. How could she answer him and not show her face? Simple. She couldn’t. She didn’t know why she cared about him finding out. Surely, he couldn’t care less about her wellbeing. She just didn’t want anyone to know, and she was already weak enough to his eyes.

She took another deep breath, tried to hide her face behind her hair, before she walked out of her room. Merely breathing hurt, walking was even more painful. She carefully held her injured arm with her right hand. She slowly and painfully walked down the stairs. She figured he could smell her approaching because as soon as her bare feet touched the cold tiles he started to talk.

“I know you’re here,” he said.

To her surprise, he didn’t sound angry or impatient. Maybe a little curious and… worried? But she couldn’t trust her judgement, not in the state she was in. She tried one last time to adjust her hair, but she had no illusion, she knew she couldn’t hide. She gulped as she put her hand on the handle. She opened it slowly, slightly at first, looking down in an attempt to hide. He could barely see her face. Looking down at her, he saw she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Only thing that had changed, something she hadn’t even thought about, was the blood on her shirt.

“What happened?”

“What are you doing here?” she asked in a weak and trembling voice, looking away, hiding behind the barely opened door.

“What’s wrong?” he insisted, wondering why she was suddenly so scared of him.

“Nothing,” she answered in an emotionless tone. “What do you want?”

“I thought I’d come by and advise you not to leave your house today. Obviously, you’re not going anywhere…”

“I’ll stay here,” she nodded.

“What happened?” he asked again, knowing something was wrong. “Why is there blood on your shirt?”

She didn’t answer. He watched as she looked down to see what he was talking about.

“I had a nose bleed,” she lied in a whisper.

“What have you been up to all night? You haven’t changed.”

Mackenzie could try and come up with all the lame excuses but she knew Elijah was a smart man who wouldn’t believe any of it.

“Look at me,” he said.

She looked away, clinging to the wall as she tried not to lose her balance. She was starting to get really dizzy and she really needed to sit down.

“I’m tired. I’m just gonna sleep all day,” she told him with a broken voice.

“Look at me,” he repeated. “Invite me in.”

She shook her head, but quickly regretted it as it made her even more dizzy.

“I’m fine,” she lied, “I just need to sleep.”

“What happened to your face?” he asked with an angry tone as he noticed a few anomalies through her thin brown hair.

“Nothing,” she quickly said.

She wanted nothing more than to shut the door but figured he could kick it open if he really wanted to enter. She didn’t have time to think of a better solution as he grabbed the part of her hand that had slid on the door frame and pulled her towards him. She cried out as she fell into his arms, then cried out again when he touched her injured arm. He seized her by the upper arms, strong enough for her not to move but not strong enough to hurt her. Her hair finally out of her face, he could see it all. Her red broken nose, her red and swollen eyes, her cut and bloody lips. Her entire face was covered with blood and tears. Her wet eyes were looking away and he realized she wasn’t trembling with fear, but with pain and maybe shame.

“What happened to you?” he asked, completely baffled and horrified.

When he left her the night before, she was completely safe. But now, he could see old and black bruises behind the fading makeup, her mascara had run down onto her cheeks, she could barely breathe through her nose and he wouldn’t be surprised if her cheekbones were broken. She broke down then and there, falling under her weak legs. Elijah caught her before she could reach the ground.

“I’m sorry,” she cried as she clung to his arms.

“Why are you sorry?” he whispered as he steadied her in his arms.

She didn’t reply, she buried her face in his chest as she cried, wept, sobbed, and whimpered. She couldn’t help it, she couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t even realize it, she just needed to do it.

“Invite me in,” he asked gently, in a soothing voice. “Vampires can’t enter your home without your invitation. Invite me in and let me heal you.”

A few sobs and sniffed later she slightly moved away and looked up, giving him a confused look, though her broken face made it hard to tell what look she had.

“My blood will heal you,” he said. “Invite me in.”

Confused, but too upset to make sense of things, she nodded, sobbed and sniffed a few times more before she managed to say the words:

“Co- come i-in.”

The second she said it, he scooped her in his arms and entered the house, vampire speed. The door slammed shut as he turned to his left and found the living room. He settled her on the couch. He sat next to her, examining her face she was trying to hide. He decided to let her calm down, he’ll ask questions later. He looked around and noticed the empty bottles of beer laying around the room. If only the disgusting smell of beer could conceal the delicious smell of her blood. It was stronger and harder to fight now that it was on her face and on her clothes.

“Your father did this to you?”

“Stepfather,” she quickly corrected him before she could stop herself.

“It’s not the first time, is it?”

She sniffed as she shook her head. She was looking away, trying to hide behind her hair. He moved closer to her, put his hands on her waist and lifted her effortlessly to place her on his lap. She winced when he accidentally put pressure on the bruises. She tried to move away but he kept his left arm around her body and pulled her to his chest.

“My blood will heal you,” he said before he bit his wrist.

She watched, confused, as his bleeding wrist approached her face. She pushed it away.

“It’ll take away the pain,” he whispered.

She hesitated, staring at the bleeding wound that was closing fast. He slowly moved his wrist closer to her face and she reluctantly let him. She put her hand on his arm as she started to drink from him. As she drank, she slowly leaned back against him and closed her eyes. He rested his chin on the top of her head, breathing in the delectable smell of her blood. The silence soothed her. She felt at peace, she didn’t want to move.

She could feel his power running down her throat. It was hot and powerful. The pain gradually went away, first in her face, then in her arm. Once the pain was completely gone, she used her now healed hand to push his wrist away. She blushed when she realized the position she was in. She licked her lips as she got off his lap and sat back on the couch.

“Feeling better?”

“Much better, thank you,” she shyly replied.

The truth was; she felt amazing. The pain was completely gone, vanished, eradicated. Her arm and her nose weren’t broken anymore. Her face, though still sticky with blood, wasn’t hurting, just like that. All it took was vampire blood. Maybe, she thought, maybe there were some perks of being a vampire. She felt so grateful towards Elijah whose first instinct was to heal her and take away the pain. It was an unfamiliar gesture she didn’t know how to feel about.

“Bathroom?” he suddenly asked, surprising her even more.

“Upstairs,” she replied as she pointed at the ceiling.

“Come on,” he said as he got up and held his hand out to her.

She frowned, wondering what he wanted to do, but took his hand anyway. As they walked, Mackenzie wondered why she hadn’t been told about the “vampires can’t enter without invitation” thing. It would have helped her sleep a little better at night.

“Do you need anything?” she asked as she led him to her bedroom and pointed at the bathroom door.

He didn’t answer. He made his way to the other room and gestured her to follow him. She watched him as he looked around and she wished he would just tell her what he needed. Finally, he found the cupboard where she kept the towels and the cloths. He took one of each before he turned around to face the sink.

“What ar-,” she started to say but she didn’t get the chance to finish as he lifted her off her feet and sat her down on the counter.

He turned the tap and passed the cloth under the water.

“I can do that myself,” she told him.

“Mmh.”

She looked away as he started to clean her face. Washing dry blood off the skin was a complicated task. They stayed quiet for a moment. Elijah wanted to make her feel safe. She needed it. She needed to be taken care of, for once. But Mackenzie could only feel shame and he saw it on her face.

“I would have helped you if you had asked,” he spoke up.

“Oh,” is all she could say.

“Did you think I wouldn’t help?”

She shrugged. “It didn’t even cross my mind to ask,” she admitted.

“How long has this be going on?”

She didn’t reply right away.

“A couple of years,” she said in a whisper, as if she were ashamed.

“You didn’t tell anyone. Why not?”

She looked down at her hands and shrugged.

“I was afraid, I… I didn’t want to make it worse and I… I didn’t want to be a crybaby…”

He stopped, making her look up. The look he gave her, a mix of pity and sympathy, made her feel even more ashamed and she looked back down. He placed his knuckle under her chin and lifted her head back up to make her look at him.

“You’re not a crybaby, Mackenzie,” he said. “This is real. Being afraid is the rational response to have. I’d be surprised if you had acted any differently. Your life isn’t easy, crueler than most. You get to cry once in a while. It doesn’t make you weak. On the contrary. It makes you human.”

“But I’m not human, am I?” she retorted.

“That’s not what I meant,” he replied as he brought the wet cloth back on her face.

She knew what he meant. Even though she was an elemental she was still more human than he was, he was a monster, that was how he considered himself, she could see it on his face as he said it, and she wasn’t sure she could disagree. But at that moment, he wasn’t a monster, at that moment he was human, showing sympathy and kindness. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As soon as he saw her face he had to heal her, there was nothing else to do. No time to ask questions, he had to enter and help her. He hadn’t showed any sign of anger towards her, nothing he did made her feel threatened. And yet, every time she looked at him, she remembered Trevor and his headless body lying in a pool of his own blood. Was she stupid enough to believe he actually cared? To her, it was more probable that he just needed her to be okay long enough to kill Klaus. After that, if he didn’t kill her, he would lose all interest in her wellbeing. But, at that moment, he looked like he cared, at least a little. He was taking care of her like no one had in years. Maybe that was why she wanted it to be true, because she needed it to be real.

“Is this real?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence, making him stop again.

“Is what real?”

“You. Being nice to me,” she replied in a weak voice. “Are you just using me or… or can I really trust you?”

Elijah sighed. It shouldn’t surprise him anymore that she had trust issues. And even if she didn’t, he would admit it was smart not to trust him. He brushed the sticky hair away from her face and found her hazel eyes searching for his, looking for the truth. She was hoping it was real.

“You can trust me,” he said before he resumed his task.

They stayed quiet as he finished to wash the blood off her face. She didn’t look away from him. She was looking for something, anything that would make her believe he wasn’t lying.

“You’re staring,” he eventually said.

She blushed as she looked away.

“Doesn’t it bother you? The blood?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

Suddenly, he froze. As if she had just reminded him of something.

“What’s wrong?” she asked when she saw his face.

He frowned. He slowly leaned forward and she stiffened when she felt his nose in her neck.

“Well,” he said, and she shivered when she felt his breath on her neck. “My blood changed your smell.”

“It did?” she asked, completely confused.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s good news,” he smiled.

“I can leave the house,” she realized. “Thank you,” she breathed out, relieved.

“No need to thank me. It won’t last.”

“How long?”

“Twenty-four hours. Two days, maybe?”

“Oh…”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

She shook her head. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered.

“I’ll make sure to give you my blood when you need it.”

“You don’t have to do that!”

“I know. I don’t have to do anything,” he told her as he cleaned the last stain of blood from her face.

He put the wet bloody cloth in the sink before he handed her the towel.

“Thank you…”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m… I… I’ve been better,” she admitted as she got off the counter. “But I’ve been worse. Thank you for helping me. For giving me your blood. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Do you think I’d walk away and leave you like that?” he asked, and she could see he was offended.

She looked away, suddenly intimidated. Angering people didn’t exactly go well for her.

“I didn’t mean to insult you, I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized out of habit. It was a reflex, a last attempt to calm down the man standing in front of her to escape his anger.

Elijah saw her demeanor quickly change. She looked down at her feet, tried to make herself smaller as her entire body trembled with fear, expecting something terrible to happen.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he calmly told her. “I promised to never harm you, remember?” he said as if he were talking to a child.

“I really didn’t mean to offend you,” she added, too scared to look up.

“I know,” he nodded as he cupped her cheek.

The sudden and unexpected gentle touch surprised her. She flinched, awaiting pain, but when it never came, she looked up. She had never seen a look like the one he was giving her at that moment. But then, she had never met anyone like him. Her life only had one person in it and that person was Robert. For two years, she was alone and lonely, nobody to talk to, nothing to say anyway. But now, she remembered what it felt like to be taken care of, to have someone to talk to, to feel safe. She didn’t care if it wasn’t real, she didn’t even want to think about it, she chose to trust him because she needed to. Because he was there and she needed someone at that moment. Because he gave her what she needed even though she didn’t know she needed it.

She put her hand over his before she stepped forward and buried her face in his chest. Surprised, he didn’t hug her back right away. Eventually, he put one hand on her back and another in her hair and rested his chin on the top of her head. He felt her hands shyly travel from his chest to his back as she settled into his arms.

“I could really use a friend,” she said. She sounded exhausted, both physically and mentally.

“Me too, actually,” he smiled.

His answer made her chuckle.

“Thank you, Elijah.”

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Second opinion (2/?)

Previously.

rating: k+

pairing: Annette/Ingrid

word count: 1k~

“Ingrid is torn to choose between the two people circulating around her life. Unknown to her, there’s eventually an elephant in the room – and for so many times, she’s just failed to see.”

Until her shift ended and even the day has passed for yet another new shift, Ingrid still couldn’t fathom of what happened. The sudden silence coming from Annette is new, she wouldn’t have expected that such cheerful girl like her be so sullen out of sudden.

No, well, Ingrid understands the fact that anyone have their good days and bad days, yet the fact that it is Annette who’s having such bad days has Ingrid to compare between fields of blooming flowers to a complete barren wasteland. Or maybe she has yet to know more about Annette for the orange-haired woman to entrust Ingrid to her problems, while Ingrid should have pestered Annette a lot already for her life story.

“A-Are you okay, Ingrid?”

Bernadetta, with her egg toast ready on respective plates for breakfast this morning, asks. She is confused, Ingrid can tell. Perhaps how she wasn’t chowing down on the meal in front of her garner the purple-haired woman’s worry.

“I’m alright, thank you for asking, Bernadetta.” Ingrid smiles. She moves on slicing her toast to smaller pieces first, watching as Bernadetta is red to her ears for some reason.

Bernadetta is a meticulous eater compared to Ingrid, so far she can tell, just like how her room is composed. Before the entrance, on the top of the shoe compartment, Bernadetta kept two mini cactus. The plants are cared well, seeing the healthy color and how the vines and thorns are not overgrown. Coming deeper inside the room, Bernadetta kept every space clean. She seems to be fond of teddy bears that she lined up some on the sofa right beside the table where they ate. The kitchen area, too, is spotless even though she has finished cooking.

Ingrid does keep her place clean, but she can’t match Bernadetta’s.

“How’s the gardening club? I hope Felix is not there to bother you.”

“H-He doesn’t! He helped me sometimes by bringing in the fertilizer.” Bernadetta explains. Ingrid squints suspiciously at that, but she lets it slide.

Felix has his course in Business Major building a bit frequently now due to some part of Civil Engineering building is renovated. A lone wolf like him happened to come across the green house of Garreg Mach and met with Bernadetta. Felix told Ingrid about the woman’s circumstances and then by the thorough “persuasion”, Bernadetta is now an official member of the university’s gardening club also getting more interest in doing outdoor-related activities.

‘It is better now rather than having a strange woman hovering like a stalker watching the garden but not doing anything about it,’ Ingrid quoted Felix.

“The flower that you said pretty a while ago is now growing nicely, Ingrid.”

“It does?” the short-haired blonde beams. She is happy to know the meek purple-haired woman is enthusiastic about outdoor activities. Bernadetta replies with a quick nod.

“How, how about you go and help gardening club again next Wednesday? I-I’d be happy to have you,” a pause. “A, and I’m sure Dedue and other gardening club members too!”

Ingrid hums, thinking of her schedule in the back of her mind. “If I’m not caught up with deliveries, I’ll go help.”

“Yay!” and Bernadetta suddenly clams up, feeling embarrassed over becoming excited, all the while Ingrid watches her with the same pleasant smile in her face.

At least this exchange is peaceful, Ingrid mused.

Glancing at her wristwatch, Ingrid counts that she still have at least fifteen minutes to indulge on the breakfast before she must head out to do routine deliveries with her bike by the morning. Then after deliveries, she needs to catch up with the seminar after lunch hours. The night shift of Lion House Café will be the end of today’s schedule.

Thinking of Lion House, Ingrid bounced back to Annette. Though, she couldn’t afford to see Bernadetta worried about her again – at least not after Bernadetta exclaimed her happiness.

Time will heal, or better, she could apologize—Ingrid should have disappointed Annette or something. Or she really is a nuisance and Annette couldn’t say it right to her face.

“Thank you for the meal, Bernadetta. I should be off before Leonie called up on me again.”

“O-Oh, Ingrid!” Bernadetta tugs on Ingrid’s sleeve for attention, prompting her to wait as she shuffles to the kitchen. The purple-haired woman takes a box to Ingrid’s hands. Bernadetta is shaking, though she is doing her best not to let the box slip before Ingrid received it firmly.

“Here! A lunch for you! There’s no poison in it! I-I-I made it with love!”

Ingrid blinks. She has a lot of questions, also an option to decline the kindness in her mind, but she accepts the meal anyway, seeing how Bernadetta is … trying her best with this. And most importantly, her personal rule: never let any food to waste.

“T, thank you. I’ll return it after I washed the box, okay?”

“Good luck on y-your work!”

Then again, looks like she won’t be able to dodge questions (and jeering) from Leonie later about the lunch box.

The seminar turned out to drag longer than she would expect, thankfully, she has recharged her energy with the rice balls from Bernadetta.

The rice balls are filled with chunks of meat, just how Ingrid would like. Bernadetta sure has known her long enough to memorize her preference of food, something she is grateful of and also something she is not sure of. How to repay a person’s kindness? Did Bernadetta want anything from her? How come this treatment can be something so natural to receive?

Ingrid stays on her chair to text Bernadetta a late follow-up thank you for the lunch, when a familiar cheerful voice called up to her.

“Hmm. What now, texting a girlfriend?”

“Do you really want me to elbow you so badly, Sylvain?” Ingrid scoffs. She raises from her seat, pushes her phone and her handbook to her bag, ready to take off. Though, Sylvain is practically blocking her way and he wants to talk, so Ingrid is going to give it.

“Easy there, pal.” Sylvain is nowhere affected, rather, he seems to be having fun.

The redhead might be a little older, but he is still counted in Ingrid’s circle of childhood friends. At times he can be an unbearable playboy who’ll flirt left to right, then again Ingrid already acknowledged that Sylvain also got some good qualities … that Ingrid can count with fingers, away from his uncountable traits.

Sylvain, Felix and Dimitri would at times nag Ingrid about helping her with her daily expenses, but of course Ingrid would politely decline – close friends or not, it is not good to rely on such connections too much. Ingrid wasn’t able to refuse Dimitri’s offer to be a part time worker on his Café, but at least Ingrid is a bit free from the collective nagging.

“What are you doing here? I thought you have no classes related to Food Science and Agriculture?”

“I just want to say hello—well, after being dragged to help with Professor Manuela’s belonging.” Sylvain cracks his fingers in emphasis.

Professor Manuela was the one holding the seminar just now. She brought some chemical samples with her and distributed a sample batch for the attendees, so Ingrid guesses it is what Sylvain is talking about. Ingrid didn’t see Sylvain be the one distributing the goods, or maybe she stood on the west side and he helped on the east side of the lecture hall.

“You’re unusually edgy though today, what’s up?”

Anything but that question. Ingrid knew that Sylvain won’t budge if she told a lie, so, “Just get into a little problem.”

“I bet in Felix’s dinner that it is another girl problem,”

“That’s not an enough bet – you’re the one making him dinner anyway.” Ingrid chuckles. She straps her bag, strides forward to coerce Sylvain to finally step away. “That’s that, though. Outta my way, please, or I’ll miss my shift. We can talk about this later.”

“Aww, alright, alright. Want me to crash there later with Dimitri? Maybe we can help your customer count-“

“No, thank you. And the boss himself can’t be counted as a visitor, don’t you think?”

The night shift of Lion House Café started after 5 PM and last at 9 PM when the café is closing. The hour count is shorter than day shift, but the night shift included the equipment cleaning and filling the stock cards, hence it weighs more on the responsibility. The café is more crowded on weekend nights, so there would be more people assigned to the night shift.

That Saturday, though, Ingrid only sees the count of two people in from a glance to the storefront.

She enters the back room after locking her bike in the reserved parking lot. Mercedes, the second-in-manager of the establishment, greets Ingrid as she gets the café apron from the closet.

The manager of the café is an affectionate, soft-spoken woman in her late twenties. She can be a bit of klutz sometimes, like forgetting the stock card at the break room, or her cardigan on the tabletop counter, but that doesn’t affect her actual management skills. Mercedes always able to exercise cool heads in any situation, and Ingrid respects her for it.

“Oh, Ingrid. You came early, perfect timing,” Mercedes says. Her smile eases from her tight-lipped moment just now. Ingrid wondered of what had taken place.

“We’re a bit low on people since Annette can’t come tonight.”

Hearing the said name, Ingrid is alerted. She feels something sink in her stomach. Her eyes widens to know that a certain diligent worker of the café is absent. Ingrid swallows, hoping that it wasn’t because of the problem from yesterday. “… What happened?”

“She called in sick,” the manager sighs. Mercedes seems restless. “I already told her not to go overboard with her studies.”

Ingrid catches a sense of familiarity in the way Mercedes spoke about Annette, which is maybe the first time that Ingrid ever noticed. Annette and Mercedes are both known to be an easy-going and approachable, they can befriend and get to the comfort of any old and new workers or old and new customers alike.

The blonde decided to let it rest, focusing on the situation.

Annette was sick, no wonder she is not as cheerful as usual. Ingrid put the premise to be her conclusion.

“It will be a bit of extra work to alternate between cash register and making the drinks, but I’m sure you can do it well, Ingrid.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

When Ingrid and one other part-timer finally closed the shutter and clean up the main area, Mercedes approaches them with two mugs of steaming hot cocoa in the break room. Spring is already there chasing away the winter chills, but hot beverages will always be a nice treat every now and then. The part timer excused himself first, however, saying that he needs to run somewhere to get a package (in which Ingrid wondered why this late at night), leaving Ingrid alone with Mercedes, sipping slowly to the chocolate treat.

Mercedes, however, doesn’t drink. She sits on the chair across Ingrid, skimming at something on her phone. Ingrid doesn’t feel to bother her boss, even though the silence somehow a bit grim. She must be tired of all the activities today, not to mention, there is a certain name that happened to resurface ever so often.

“Say, Ingrid. Do you happen to live nearby Annette’s rented apartment?”

Ingrid puts down the mug. And it resurfaces now. “I don’t think Annette ever told me where she lived. Or she is in one of the Garreg Mach’s issued dormitory?”

“Dorms like that won’t allow anyone to come back there over the curfew, if I remembered correctly,” Ingrid rolls her eyes at that mention, remembering when the exact dormitory curfew is. Mercedes, as far as Ingrid knows, ever said that she was ‘there for long’ at the Garreg Mach – or she ever worked there rather than studied there, Ingrid missed the details.

Dormitories might be a cheap alternative of housing for students with low allowance, but the strict curfew and unforgiving guards (Ingrid pictured a certain green-haired Professor from Marine Engineering in her mind) will prove it to be a difficult place to be. Ingrid recalled that the given curfew is 9 PM, with a five minute leeway. But then, a night shift work like this will only end around 10 or 11 PM, so it is a no go especially if you juggle with a lot of work or simply loves to take a night stroll to the nearby convenience store for night snacks.

“And … what about Annette?”

“If you lived nearby, I would like to ask for you to check up on her,” Mercedes voices her request, hands folded on the table as she set her eyes squarely on the worker. Ingrid finds herself straightened her posture, her fingers cradling on the mug. “As you may know, she is hard on herself. She might still be studying, despite calling in to be sick.”

What Ingrid sees from Annette is the epitome of diligence, yes. She always come to work early and will never sit still—she will find exactly something to do, and it can be anything. The orange-haired woman might be smaller than any other part-timers, but she loves to make every side is spotless, if not having any other job assigned to her. Ingrid observed it as her kind of habit, so she left it alone.

But to think that she doesn’t have the way to put a stop on herself, it’s … distressing. Worrying. Ingrid, too, is stacking her time with work and studies, but she knew all too well that taking breaks every now and then is as important as anything. Someone ever told Ingrid about it – it’s not like she would forget it easily.

“She is?” Ingrid repeats. “How … how did you know about this?”

At the question, Mercedes falls silent. She draws her eyes from Ingrid somewhere else, looking self-conscious. There is something looming over them, something that Ingrid knows well not to thread into. Much to Ingrid’s relief, though, Mercedes diverts from the point, her small smile from earlier returns.

“In any case, it’s only if you lived nearby. If not, please forget about this.”

Ingrid feels like she has a lot to say, then again it is already getting late to drag on the topic any longer. “Please tell me about her address.”

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Blink: Part Two

Fairy Tale Series ~ Jimin 1 2 Sometimes it’s the smallest things which make the biggest difference. - Unknown

A light morning dew clinging to the grass blades shed itself onto your skirts as you bustled past. It was another damp and cold day but you were determined to catch your regular walk before the rain arrived. Head back, you squinted up at the overhead clouds; reading from them that you didn’t have very long. Picking up your pace, you dragged your skirts through the long grass with as much difficulty as if it were water. It was exactly three weeks until your wedding. You were unnerved by all the attention, unused to any since your father had been alive. Even your step mother seemed excited although you could only imagine the reasons behind that. Picking up your wet-hem skirts, you bounded through the grass to shake off the anxieties beginning to take a hold of you. Truth was, you were petrified. In 21 days your entire life was being placed in the hands of a total stranger. There were two ways that could take you, and both of them made you scared. The briefest meeting with him could have prevented the sick feeling in your stomach which had become your constant companion, but as far as you knew, he was still making his way back from India. Holding your breath for a few seconds before it became absolutely necessary to release it, you reached a small clearing and stopped to rest up against a lonely tree. You glanced around the field on realisation that you probably wouldn’t see it again. All of the spring flowers, the brilliant blue skies, the fallen coloured leaves, and crisp white grass… who would be here to admire it if you weren’t? Going to walk back the way you had come, your eye suddenly caught sight of what appeared to be a big black bird swooping down from the clouds. Shielding your eyes with one hand, you watched it as it approached you - blinking nervously at the fierceness of its pace. As it grew closer, you could sense the coldness of its spirit and began running in fear. This wasn’t a natural bird. It was a demon spirit readying for attack. The long grass made it nearly impossible to escape its menacing claws and so you had no choice but to go back past the tree and into the forest beyond. It would slow you down too much if you headed back for the castle, and by that stage - you would be dead. Sprinting through the branches as they whipped you in the face, you glanced back every so often to see how far behind your pursuer was. Too close. Inches. It could bend to any shape and therefore could get through the obstacles much quicker than you. “Leave me be, devil!” You screamed irrationally through the mix of tears and blood in your mouth. “You will find no purpose in my death.” Was there ever a purpose for black spirits to murder, or was it all just for the thrill of killing? You gasped in pain as it got close enough to tear out some of the flesh on your back. Weakening, and yet more determined than ever to fight it off, you ran for a clearer part of the woods. You screamed as you tripped and hit your chin; covering your head with your hands and expecting the attack when a horn-like summon pierced the air. Whimpering into your arms, it was five minutes before you looked up and realised the bird figure was gone. You didn’t move for a long time however, too afraid that it was still nearby. Eventually gathering enough courage to pick yourself off the ground, you stood on shaky legs and brushed as much leaves, blood and dirt from your clothes as possible. It was agony to straighten with the wound in your back, but there was little to complain about when you had managed to escape with your life. Taking things one small step at a time, you continued further on into the woods; entirely lost and freezing from the contact with the spirit. It seemed too dark to still be morning, but as you later realised - that too was a result of the final traces of your attacker. You limped through the trees pitifully shivering and sore, not aware enough to notice that you didn’t have a clue as to which direction you were going. -------------------------

Jimin sat back on the rock in confusion. The sun had finally come out for a brief interlude between rain showers, but there seemed to be an icy nip to the air unlike any he had ever felt before. He felt vulnerable and alone; flashes of dreams attacking him at unpredictable times, including the day. There was no one he could he explain them to, no one to give him answers of what to do with them. And for all he was being shown at the moment, he couldn’t even tell who’s story he was being exposed to. He just knew that it was more powerful and danger-ridden than any other. Groaning while picking at a dry stalk of clover, a moving shape caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He watched as a womanly-figure limped down the trail towards the cottage some two hundred metres away. Sitting up in curiosity, he slowly allowed himself to slide off the rock and follow the woman unobtrusively. As he had suspected, she hesitated in front of the cottage before cautiously making her way inside. She seemed relieved to find shelter, and Jimin wasn’t about to rid her of that simple pleasure. Picking a plum off of a wild tree, he rubbed it on his pants and then bit into its juicy red flesh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he headed off to where the others were. He’d let them discover her, giving her some time to rest. “Hey Jimin! Give us a hand, you lazy-ass.” Walking leisurely towards the voice and approaching sounds of men hard at work, he found his way back into the clearing where he’d left them earlier taking their lunch break. Now they were all up again; felling, sawing, and piling up logs for the new storehouse. Chucking his plum stone into the bushes, he moved in to help. “This bloody log is ridiculously - heavy -” Hoseok pulled up his end a little higher to lift it onto the pile “to move.” The log rolled onto the others with a satisfying crunch and the boys all wiped their hands on their shirts in relief. “Two more and I reckon we’ll call it a day,” Namjoon announced with perspiration shining on his forehead. The promise of an end motivated everyone to work faster and two more logs were soon on the pile. “Okay,” Seokjin puffed. “That was two.” Jimin lingered at the back of the group as the six other dwarfs cleared away the tools and sauntered back to their humble cottage. Secretly he hoped they wouldn’t frighten the injured woman on discovery. “I’m so hungry,” Taehyung complained, shoving open the door and heading straight for the fruit bowl. Jimin walked inside more cautiously; looking around the room with searching eyes. Finally on looking up at the attic floor, he saw an unnatural lump on one of the beds. Sealing his mouth in a firm line, he pulled his filthy shirt off over his head and reached for something cleaner. His heartbeat quickened as he saw the youngest dwarf Jungkook begin to climb the ladder. “Yeah you should have seen your face when you -” A couple of vaguely interested faces turned to look at the frozen form of Jungkook as he reached the top rung, but all except Jimin quickly turned their attention back to the food. “Guys, there’s a - it’s -” “Spit it out,” Yoongi said in annoyance, throwing a handful of nuts into his mouth. Jungkook began descending the ladder again. “What is your problem?” Hoseok then demanded, going to ascend the ladder himself. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” His own comment made him freeze in action and then leap back to ground level again with a shriek. Fed up, the leader of them all made his way up to the sleeping quarters, opening his mouth to confirm there was nothing wrong when he was cut short by the shock of what he saw. “There’s a girl.” The noise that followed was enough to wake the dead as half of the boys scrambled up to try and get their own look. Namjoon had to shush them loudly to try and get them not to wake and scare her. “Shut up! Do you want to give her a heart attack?!” They watched her stir and then roll over. “But what is she doing here?” “Do you think I know??” “Little minx stole my bed…” Yoongi grumbled. “Don’t call her that!” Taehyung cried out in disbelief, tucking the blankets more firmly around her. “She looks like an angel.” “So now you’re in love…” “I thought angels have blonde hair.” “She came inside about half an hour ago.” The room went dead silent as all eyes turned towards Jimin. “Why didn’t you tell us we had a female visitor?” Hoseok asked. “She was limping. I thought she might want a rest before you lot descended upon her,” he responded simply. Only the sound of breathing and Seokjin stirring lunch atop the coal range filled the room. Everyone else was focused on the stranger fast asleep in Yoongi’s bed; most of them transfixed, some bemused, and Yoongi annoyed. Jungkook was looking stunned beside Jimin. “Well then what do we do?” “Let her sleep,” Namjoon said certainly, beginning to usher them all back down the ladder. “We can decide what the next step is once she’s actually awake.” Obediently the boys went back down onto the main floor and set about washing themselves in preparation for lunch. When everything was served up, Jimin took his bowl outside to think. He had taken several mouthfuls by the time Namjoon came outside and joined him. “Is everything okay? You have been especially quiet lately.” Jimin chewed on the vegetables slowly, wondering if he should try and describe the visions he had been receiving. “Have you been dreaming again?” The older dwarf prodded gently. “Yes,” he admitted. “All the time. Even just sitting down here I imagine things I can’t even identify where I would know them from.” “But I wonder what’s causing them. If you’ve been getting them for a while then it must be from someone you met a long time ago. But we haven’t had any visitors since the last boy you received a dream from.” “I don’t know,” Jimin announced in soft frustration. “I feel as if I’m getting slowly devoured.” Namjoon allowed them both to eat in silence for a few minutes, knowing that unlike a lot of the other dwarfs, Jimin appreciated that like he did. “And the girl? Why didn’t you actually want to tell us?” A scream came from inside the cottage and Jimin and Namjoon looked back in concern. “I think we better go inside to make sure they’re not scaring her more than waking up in a house of seven men already has,” he interrupted Jimin before he could answer, and they both hurried back inside. -----------------------

“Did you just say a beast attacked you?” You shivered and pulled the blanket they had given you around yourself tighter. “I’m not sure what it was. It looked like a bird but it was…” you shivered more and felt yourself close up to try and block the event out. “My lady? Are you well?” One of the dwarfs with pixie-like eyes asked you. “I’m alright. I just feel a bit cold.” A couple of them scurried away to get you something hot to drink while the rest continued questioning. “How hurt are you?” You smiled shyly and shook your head. “Oh no I’m really fine…” “Jimin said you were limping,” the younger one cut in and you looked in surprise at the dwarf he had briefly gestured at. The dwarf glanced down. “Here,” the pixie dwarf returned, along with the one you remembered was called Jin. “Drink this.” You took the mug gratefully and awkwardly sipped it while everyone watched. “Won’t the queen send someone out to find you?” You watched the ripples inside your mug. “I’m not sure.” “We could take you back! I’ve always wanted to see the castle-” “Oh, no. You really don’t have to.” “It would be a pleasure to escort you! So long as we got to go to one of those fancy balls…” You bit your bottom lip with averted eyes. Finally you met some of the closest gazes. “I’m thinking of not going back.” “What!?” You smiled awkwardly at the shocked expressions. “I’m not exactly coverted company there, plus I’m supposed to be getting married off to some stranger just to rid the responsibility of me from my step mother’s hands.” The dwarfs gaped over you. “So the queen won't… even mind?” Shrugging, you tried to sit up a little higher. Someone took the cup to make it easier for you to do so. “I don’t know, perhaps a little because she gets money out of the marriage.” “Well we’ll look after you,” the pixie-eyed dwarf said self-assuredly. The others looked at each other questioningly before nodding their ascent. “We will.” Shyly you flicked your gaze between them before concluding that they really meant what they said. “Truly, my sincerest thank you’s. It is so kind of you all. But,” you hesitated, coming to terms fully with your current situation, “I do not have anything to repay you with.” “Your company,” one of them gave you a sweet dimple smile. “Your cooking,” broke in the youngest. “Jungkook! You can’t ask the princess to cook for us!” He was scolded. You held back amusement. “Actually I would like that. It would be like another gift if you were to let me.” The dwarfs looked around at each other, wondering what they had done to deserve an angel’s visit. “However,” you paused in embarrassment, “I’ve never tried before.” Eventually they responded to this announcement. “Well that’s okay. How could we have expected a princess to have had experience cooking? Jin can teach you!” You looked over at Jin who nodded shyly and you smiled at him gratefully. You felt as if you might fit in well here. “Do you think the beast will come back?” Hoseok asked in a frightened voice. Putting on a brave smile, you sat up higher in the bed and took a deep breath. “No.” Jimin felt your uncertainty crash down on him.

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He had never felt more lonely than he did in that very moment. The simple room in which he sat seemed eerily cold, although somehow he knew that it was usually a place of comfort and imagination. Jimin leant forward on the edge of the bed and stared at the huddled woman’s back; waiting for her memories to come and flood him. It was taking longer than expected, and honestly he was growing impatient and nervous with the increasing chill that he felt. When nothing happened, he stood up and went to the window - realising from there that he was situated at the top of the castle. For such a mundane room the view was spectacular and he wondered why it had been given to the girl. Ah. The answer was granted him immediately. Because it was the furthest away from everything else in the castle. Looking back at his subject, he noticed that she was now a little girl - full of spirit and life. Good. It was starting. He wanted the dream to be over as soon as possible. He was exhausted from receiving them. All too soon he felt an intense disappointment and hurt. Looking back at the girl, he saw that she was now crying. Filled with compassion, he stepped forward to comfort her but was lashed back against the wall by an invisible source. It blurred the images together in a confusing manner as he saw the girl’s scattered life in a matter of seconds. Behind the images she was growing. Suddenly his mind found some sense in the flashes of colour and he was struck with the exact emotion that the girl had felt. Unrequited optimism. Disappointment. Hurt. Failure. Grief. Rejection. Unworthiness. Dissatisfaction. Longing. A disbelieving hope. A yearning soul. A soul so full of love but without anyone worthy of pouring it upon. “Girl,” he whispered, for some reason more touched by her story than by any other. It was not the most horrific - although she had endured years of manipulative ridicule from her step mother after her father’s death - but it struck a chord with him. After all, she was simply a little girl who had been beaten upon but stood up everytime with a desire to love those who hurt her. It was beautiful and devastating. “Girl, what is your name?” He whispered. Jimin felt ridiculous. He had never spoke to any of his dream subjects before but this time he could not stop himself. He had to help her. Even in a small way, he just had to. She turned around and stared at him with big, swollen eyes - and shattering his heart into a thousand pieces gave him the most tender smile he had ever witnessed. But then she stumbled back in fear and pointed. Jimin turned around to see a pack of giant black birds screeching in a haunting tone and flying full force in towards the window. He stared in shock at their evil figures; almost numb to the temperature which had now dropped to below freezing. The birds swooped in and he ducked at the moment he felt a warm and small body dive upon him and cover him with all the protection they could offer. Before he could react, he heard the girl scream as the birds tore at her. No. No! He rolled her off of him but by the time he had taken her place - the birds had vanished. It was still freezing. Breathing hard, Jimin looked back down at the girl and felt a bubble of panic at her still and bleeding figure. “Girl? Please wake up… you must - you must do this…” He gently turned her over and instantly saw that she was now back to the figure of a woman. Jimin startled in surprise. It was the lady from back at his cottage. The princess… Shaking his head, he chided himself for not having realised this connection sooner and concentrated on healing her. “Listen to me, those spirits hold no power over you. You are very strong and brave. Your heart is pure. They can’t touch that.” He realised that he was crying but didn’t allow himself to stop trying to wake her. “Your highness, you have so much to give this world… don’t let them take your spirit now…” Jimin knew this. He knew that was what it was. She was needed to restore the kingdom and yet these spirits were trying to rid of her so that they could rule in darkness. “Your highness, please…” She opened her eyes; freezing him for a moment. He sat up slightly straighter. Then she smiled again… that radiating, fragile smile. The room no longer felt cold. “You’ll do wondrous things, Jimin.” He tilted his head in confusion and surprise that she had spoken and known his name, before the dream slipped away at the same moment the princess fell back limply.

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It’s only taken me eight centuries to write this and get it posted :P! Sorry about that… Well hopefully you like it and you’re starting to figure out what’s going on. I’m writing the next part of History now too and hope to have that posted as soon as poss.

- Dolceice

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