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heckinhacker · 4 years

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Sett x Reader - Only good memories I have.

word count: 1, 264

requested: yes! by anon: “ I HAVE AN IDEA! Can you please write about Sett and his first love from childhood? I think it could be like, she would help him when people bullied him and she would also stand by him like a good friend, but her parents makes her go away because she made herself a bad reputation around village but they would meet some time later? I don't know it's a good one but I hope you like it and enjoy writing it. Love you. 💗 “

warnings: Fic is in first POV - From Sett’s perspective! ; not sure if there are any other?? Ask to tag I guess-

A/N: at original ask! ^^” [here]

I usually never drink alone.

Normally, I hang around many people, around many women interested in me, it’s always loud and fun.

But the last party made me think...why don’t I have a stable relationship? I have many admirers to at least try with. But I never do. Why?

Here comes my reason for drinking alone today. In a toast for them.

[Y/N] [L/N].

I haven’t seen them in years, to be honest. I have no idea why I still wonder how they are doing in life. How they grew up. I’m not really a sentimental person, but I keep thinking about them every time someone hits on me.

Let me be honest here, as a kid I LOVED them. I really admired their bravery. They never hesitated before standing up for me. Back then I was just a half-breed brat, no one really cared how I felt. Well, a certain somebody cared. Cared enough to protect me - then befriend me. Partly thanks to them I am who I am now. I am way stronger.

Did I mention it’s only partly?

Yeah, that’s because they disappeared out of sudden. Just...poof. Gone. I tried searching for them but no one really cared to help half-vastayan brat. I was too young to try and reach out to them, wherever they disappeared to.

No matter the reason, they made me live through good memories. Hell, they’re the only good memories I have. (Beside ones that made my momma happy. You know the drill.)

Now - on the other hand - I was strong enough to search for them, but I’ve lost track a long time ago. (It’s not like I never tried. I tried, nothing worked.)

I’m overthinking again. I should stop drinking for today, I think I’ll go to sleep.

Shit! I knew I should’ve stopped earlier with drinking, now I overslept to work. Noone will give me an earful of that, but still, I shouldn’t be like that.

...I don’t know why I’m so worried. I’d love to see someone TRY to tell me something. I felt honestly tired, and seeing the pile of papers on my desk just made me groan. On my chair was sitting Catherine, playing with her long locks, rolling them around pointing finger. Here goes my right hand woman.

- You’re late.

- You know I’m never late.

- Well NOW you’re late.

- Don’t YOU usually make my paperwork? - I tried to change a topic.

- I do! But even “”The Boss”” needs a punishment for not doing his duties right. Have fun, Sett! - ...and she wasn’t having any of that.

She stood up and left, making me regret every decision made yesterday. I forgot why I trust her so much. She’s strong.

And I’m stuck with paperwork for the rest of the day. Great.

It’s been three hours and I can’t keep my eyes open. How boring paperwork can get? I hope it can't be more than it is now. Maybe I’ll take a short nap?

Idea was great, but then one of my people walked into the room with a nervous smile.

- What. - I said harshly. Maybe unintentionally, blame it on my tiredness.

- Boss, that one, weird person wants to see you. I’m not sure what they want, they just say you won’t regret it… - God, how much can one person shake? I rolled my eyes, standing up.

- Well I hope this “weird person” is right. I need some entertainment right now. - I stood up from my desk and gave this chicken of a dude a slap on the back, starting walking beside him.

Now I started wondering how is this person so sure I won’t regret it? They think they can beat me? Highly doubt that. I’d love to see that challenger. I never realised I was smirking with determination. I wanted to punch out my frustrations, so good timing, stupid random dude. I was ready to approach the incarnation of an idiot, but to my surprise there was no buff guy saying he’d come back for my head.

It’s…[Y/N].

What was going on- what-

- Heyy...I see you’re glad to see me? God, how did you grow up so much, what was your mother feeding you? Sheesh…- you sighed happily, slowly walking up to me. I still can’t believe my eyes.

- [Y/N], what…- I started, but instead of thinking, I just made big steps to approach you faster. I hugged you tightly, dearly, now laughing loudly. - Ohhh my God! I can’t believe you came here all by yourself!

- Well it certainly wasn’t easy? Your mom told me you’re at-

- Shhh. - I stopped you from talking. Not here, in front of my people. - I know. Come to my office, let’s talk, it’s been ages!

- That’s true, but look how you managed to grow up with life! To think I was the one to protect The Big Boss when we were little.

- Ah, stop that, you’re embarrassing me… - I murmured, scratching the back of my neck.

- Okay, I’ll wait with that to your office - you teased, making me chuckle.

After that one we walked in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence. I can’t believe they’re here now, I’m so excited!

...come think of it. I have no idea when I was so happy earlier in life after they disappeared. It’s like my childhood feelings are coming back to me, hitting my heart really hard.

We were already in my office. I sat on the table, ignoring completely my responsibilities that Catherine gave me. You sat on the chair in front of me. I never tear my gaze away from you, I just can’t stop looking.

- You grew to be really attractive yourself, you know? - I blurted out of sudden. Well, I always was blunt with them.

- O-oh, did I? It’s really flattering, coming from eye candy like you.

- Oooh. That was nice, [Y/N]. - and after that we had a wave of laughter together. Feels like good old days. After that they sighed and patted my leg.

- But Settrig, be honest with me. Okay?

- I don’t like this expression, [Y/N].

- Your mom doesn’t know SHIT about this place, right?

- ...She doesn’t. She thinks that I-

- Work on building an orphanage? I heard. Got really surprised you weren’t there!

- Hey, don’t be like that, I’m helping with funding that one, don’t be so harsh.

- I won’t tell her, I know how it would break her heart.

- ...thanks, [Y/N]. Still really reliable, I see?

- As ever ,Settie. - Ah, that nickname again. I can’t stop smiling, this sucks.

- So, now be honest with me. Why did you disappear, I really missed you.

- ...I’m...not as strong as you think. I gained some opinions of me around the village and my parents couldn’t handle it. So they decided to flee till they could. Just because their child befriended half-breed. I hated this. I wanted to tell you - they never gave me a chance.

- Then why do you call yourself ‘not as strong’? Moron, it’s none of your fault.

- I felt guilty of leaving you behind. You must’ve been so lonely…

- I was. Weren’t you?

- ...I was. - I didn’t really like the frown you made.

-...Awh, come on. C’me here. - I opened my arms for you to come for a hug. You stood up and hid in my embrace right away.

It’s been years, but I can tell I feel as comfortable around them as they never really were gone. This feels right. They always felt right to me.

About my feelings…

They never really disappeared in the first place.

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shurelyasreverie · 3 years

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Valentine's Day drabble with Sett? Thanks~

No problem! Happy Valentines’ Day anon and to everyone else whose reading this :D

Sett x Reader: Valentines’ Day

Your eyes cracked open against the glare of the morning sun through the window. Groaning, you shuffle back in bed, only to realise that the one you were hoping to snuggle closer to was no longer there. Sett had you tightly wrapped in his arms last night, head digging into the crook of your neck, but now, even when you're cocooned with the thickest blanket you could find, you felt cold.

You couldn't blame Sett and you weren't angry for his absence on Valentines' Day. His job was certainly far from mainstream and you knew that gangs and crime wait for no one. Despite that, you couldn't help but feel your heart sink as you sunk deeper into the mattress, wallowing in loneliness. You hoped that you could sleep through as much of the day as possible, so that you could sooner see Sett return from work.

Tightening the blanket around you, you were about to doze off when there was a sudden bang by the door. Jumping into a sitting position you stared, alarmed, to see Sett by the doorway with a tray in hand.

“Sorry, didn't mean to kick the door open that hard,” Sett muttered but you were still just staring. He raised an eyebrow before chuckling. “Cat got y'tongue?”

“N-No...” you shook your head. “I just thought you'd be gone for... business.”

“Ah gottcha. Well, having the job of boss has it's perks. I call the shots. If I say it's a day off, it's a day off.”

“You didn't have to...”

“Nah,” Sett approached you. “I ain't ever putting work above you, and sure as hell not on Valentines.”

Sett placed the tray down by your lap.

“Breakfast in bed?” You asked in awe.

“Ma taught me around the kitchen. If I had the time I'd cook for you more but...” Sett looked away, guilt clear on his face.

“Thank you,” you said reassuringly and he smiled back.

You took a sample of his food and hummed in joy.

“This tastes amazing!”

“It better or else ma's gonna be disappointed,” Sett chuckled nervously. Taking a spoonful of the food, you fed it to him and he nodded in agreement. “Not too shabby.”

Sett slid into bed with you and you started to share his cooking with him. All the meanwhile he stole kisses from you, insisting it helped “make the food taste better”. You shut him up by shoving more food into his mouth as he laughed.

When the breakfast was finished, you took the tray and placed it on the bedside table beside you. Cleaning it was a concern for later. Turning back, you noticed Sett was watching you with a distant, longing look in his eyes.

“I wish everyday could be like this,” he mumbled. His eyebrows furrowed and his ears flattened, realising how such a wish would be impossible at the rate his job was going. But before he could fall into further despair, you gently lifted his chin with your forefinger.

“It would make these days less special, though,” you whispered. Sett remained silent for a few seconds before the corners of his lips quirked up.

“I guess you're right,” he admitted.

Wrapping his arms around your abdomen, Sett brought you down onto the bed with him. He held you close, your head laying on his chest where you could hear his stead heartbeat. As sleep started to take over, you vaguely felt him kiss the top of your head.

“Happy Valentines', (Y/N).”

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years

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Sett x male reader

I’ve been writing this all morning

Sett gives the reader a surprise visit.

Requested: No

Word Count: 811

Warnings: 1 naked guy, bit suggestive, nothing happens

“Hey, sexy.” (y/n) was washing himself off in a river. He turned to face Sett, who watched him while leaning on a tree trunk.

His usual clothes vest was off, instead, he wore a white tank top.

“Where’s your vest?” (y/n) asked nonchalantly. He continued to wash himself as if he wasn’t being checked out while being completely naked.

“That’s what I came here for.” Sett brandished the vest from behind him. The piece of clothing was stained in blood, probably from a fool trying to take his place as the boss.

(y/n) raised an eyebrow, this was obviously not the only river Ionia, it wasn’t the largest, nor was it the closest river to Sett’s pit.

Sett smiled cutely, sending a wink at his lover. “What? Can’t I come visit my man?”

“You should be at the pit right now.” His lover remarked, plunging into the water to wash his hair.

When he reemerged, Sett was sat in front of him, leaning down for a kiss while grinning toothily.

Most people would say Sett’s smile was creepy or that it had bad intentions behind it, as expected. Sett was the boss of an underground empire. But to (y/n), it was the cutest thing his eyes could ever land on.

(y/n) chuckled, leaning his elbows on the side of the river and pressing a wet kiss onto his lover’s lips.

“So who was it this time?” (y/n) asked, leaning on a rock and watching Sett clean his vest. He soaked the vest through with water. (y/n) watched the blood flow down the stream until he couldn’t see it anymore.

“Some grunt that was full of himself.” Sett replied, “Put a Kashuri Gun to my head and thought it’d do the job.”

“Did you have your knuckles with you?” Sett owned a pair of golden knuckles. Most of his challengers were a waste of time, so why not speed up the job?

“No.”

(y/n) perked up and looked at Sett’s knuckles. It seemed he was hiding them from him subtly in the water.

He raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand and gesturing for Sett to place his hand in his.

Sett knew there was no way of arguing with him, so he obliged straight away.

Sett’s knuckles were bruised, there was no way his bones were broken but the skin was varying from dark purple to yellow.

“That grunt was one fleshy guy. Nobody stands a chance against me, but it took some time just to knock him out.” Sett explained.

“Make sure you have your knuckles with you next time,” (y/n) presses kisses on Sett’s knuckles, making him blush and hide his face with his other hand.

“I may not have anything on hand to heal you, but a kiss could do, right?”

“S-Sure.” Sett cursed himself for stuttering, and though he noticed it, (y/n) didn’t tease him on it, instead, he reached for his lover's other hand and kissed that one’s knuckles.

When he was all done, he pulled Sett down and pressed a kiss on his lips.

“Go lay that down to dry somewhere.” He said, gesturing towards the vest.

Sett stood up and laid it down on a rock nearby where the sun shined the brightest, when he turned back to his lover, the other had emerged from the river and was drying himself off.

Sett couldn’t help but admire him, water droplets glistening in the sun in places he hadn’t dried yet and hair dripping wet.

A smirk played on his face and his eyes scanned his bare lover’s form.

“Sett?” (y/n) asked, snapping the other out from his trance. He hadn't even noticed he was speaking to him.

“Huh- What?”

(y/n) laughed as he pulled on his undergarments. “You see something you like, Settrigh?”

Settrigh is Sett’s real name, he didn’t like it coming from people other than his mother, but when it slid past his lover’s lips, he absolutely loved it.

“How could I not?”

Sett walked over, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist, who was fully clothed now. He smiled sweetly, fiddling with the fabric of (y/n)’s top. His partner rubbed the ear atop his head, making him hum in pleasure. (y/n)’s other hand was resting on Sett’s bicep, running along the skin.

“Are we going back to my place or are you going to the pit?”

“Hmm, the pit is a night job. Let’s head back to your place.” (y/n) raised a brow before shaking his head with a laugh.

“You’re so cute.” He breathed out.

Sett tilted his head, “I’m not.” He chuckled.

“Are you sure? All that purring of yours says otherwise.” (y/n) smiled, pressing a kiss on his lover’s nose.

He let go, making Sett frown. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile again when (y/n) offered him his hand to hold. “Come on, let’s go.”

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yourcutelittlegayfriend · 4 years

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I saw your message to me and it was a month ago wtf?! sweet baby Jesus I really need to stop being a lazy ass idiot Goddamn it.

but yeah this is a bit tricky like how would reader- like how- why would- HUH?!

but don't worry got ya covered @babystarjellyfish

I'mma mix a little something here.

fuck just kill me.

Pairing:

Sett X (kinda?) Innocent reader

Word count:

1605

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Your POV

struggling against my binds I continued to glare at my captor with hatred in my eyes.

how did I get here well here's a little recap.

I was wondering around the main city here in Ionian looking for trouble (not really) and maybe find some unfortunate soul to steal from, didn't really expect to steal from a high ranking Noxian soldier, like how are the odds that of all the people I could have stolen from you were the lucky one like really?!.

and here I am tied up and being forced to watch on how they were gonna use me for, rolling my eyes I lean on a crate behind me while impatiently tapping my feet on the ground.

"let's put her on the pit fight then, If she lose we can still get some out from that". The one who tied me up said to his friend making him agree and both of them turned towards me.

"looks like it's your lucky day doll! you could have pick someone to steal today and you decided to steal from me, how lucky can you possibly be?". he smirks and crouching down infront of me.

"mstomph wrubhing ift onhm mawhf fwice idwute". I said which translates to 'Stop rubbing it on my face idiot' since I was gagged with a cloth.

"don't worry you won't last long in his pit anyway I'm sure someone against you will pity you and give you a fast and painless death how about that?". He said before pulling me on my feet and drag me out from the dark room.

well jokes on him I lasted longer than I thought since luck was actually on my side!.

I was luck enough that the fight of the day was every fighter against every fighter at the same time and last one standing will win, I took advantage of it and start dodging all of them and make it look like I was fighting them instead.

being a thief has it's perks and I am gifted with fast hands I was on the roll baby!.

that's until he showed up.

Sett's POV

watching the gruesome fight I can't help but notice that one girl fighting in there.

"she's not fighting, is she?". I thought out loud.

"should I take care of it boss?". My handman said ready to unsheate his sword but I stop him.

"no, no it's fine let's just watch first, the damn crowd got a liking for her". I said whilst I continued watching her with amusement in my eyes as she do flips and practically dance on my pit.

not a minute later it was just her and an Ionian man with a good build who were the last one standing.

the man ran first his weapon ready to slice her up to pieces, surprisingly she keep dodging very fast and didn't look like she'll be worn-out for a few hours.

I stand still when he finally grab a hold of her and throw her on the cemented ground of the pit before stomping on her stomach then strandling her with his sharp weapon pointed on her throat.

Your POV

I keep running away from the larger man, my body not even showing any signs of tiredness.

I smile to myself while I keep on taunting him, I saw his weapon trying to stab me, I quickly side-step to dodge it but he grab the opportunity to grab my other side on the arm and throw me down the floor making my head bounce on the hard surface.

Blinking slowly, I try to use my senses but everything was a blur, the screams of the crowd mas muffled, the lights on the roof of the pit was too bright I had to squint my eyes because of it.

I lay on my back with my head throbbing as I groan in discomfort then a large figure stood on top of me and there was a strong blow delivered on my stomach making me scream in agony and pant from the pain.

Then I feel a heavy weight on my mid section and a sharp cold object on my throat, looking up I see the sneering face of the man I was fighting, I look around franticly if they would really let me be killed and my heart drop when people on the crowd just kept on cheering like it's was normal thing for them to see.

I gulp slowly making sure The sharp blade won't cut me anymore than it already is, looking down I see a handle of a dagger that was tied on his pants, I blindly grab it while keeping an eye contact with him making sure I wasn't looking suspicious.

'I won't hurt him, just use it to defend yourself!'. I grit my teeth and feel sweat dripping on the side of my face.

His arms rose up and ready to stab me instead, my eyes widen I panic as my heart beat suddenly stop, I feel the handle of the dagger I quickly grab a hold of it and didn't even hesitate to stab him.

His hole body tense up along with me, I can feel fear crawling in my body as I watch his face pale, he looks down at his stomach while I continued to look at him, the blade he was holding was left discarded on my side when he drop it with a clang.

He slide off me and on the ground, I scrambled up and kneeled beside him my eyes filled with despair and fear as I try stop his bleeding but then my arm was grab by someone and hoist me up and announce me as the winner.

looking around I was panting, feeling so scared for the first time other than fearing the thought of being caught, I felt the first fear of actually taking someone's life.

I pulled my arm away from the woman who scream at the crowd of my Victory and run towards the two large build men who was dragging the weak body of my opponent towards an entrance.

"Wait please!". I tried to call out but they continue to drag him not even bothered by the harsh wheezing of the bleeding man.

"No please! stop! his dying!!". I catch up to them but before I can even grab a hold one of the men, two other show up and tightly grab my arms to prevent me from moving forward.

"Hey! let me go! argh! I said LET ME-!".

"and why would my men do that?". I hear a deep voice say behind me, I turn to look and see a tall man.

the two let go of me but stood behind me just in case I did something, staring at him I studied his appearance, he was very tall with great build of muscle s, he has deep red hair and a pair of gold pierced furry ears sitting on top.

'Vastayan maybe?'.

He wears an open sleeveless shirt design with two gold wolf on it with thick fur sitting on his shoulders with that he wears white pants without even any speck of dust on it.

"I didn't mean to stab him, please let me save him". I pleaded him not even trembling when I feel his glare on me.

"and why is that? ya got the spotlight on ya but ya throw it away to save your opponent?, sounds stupid to me". he look down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't care about winning, I'm not a fighter I'm a thief, I steal things not people's lives, there's a difference". I growl.

"Hah! wow a thief that would come clean! you're somethin' else!, Tell you what, I let him live and I won't tell them that you fake your fight but In exchange you do something for me!". He laughs while smirking.

my eyes widen at that.

'do something? does he want me to steal something for him?'. Gulping I shake my head 'yes' making his smirk wider.

"come along then I need an arm candy and since the people like ya I think you'll do fine". he winks before turning around and motion for me to follow.

looking behind the two I try to see the man I injured but they only growled back at me making me step back and huff before following him.

I see him looking back with that sadistic smile towards me making shivers crawl down my spine, I stood beside him my body still tense.

Sett's POV

looking down at the woman I see her body stiff, rolling my eyes I wrap my left arm around her waist that made her jump and let out a cute little squeak.

"The name's Sett what's yours?". I ask her while leaning down and almost touching my nose with her's.

Her face quickly turned red and she quickly said her name.

"Y/N huh? that's a pretty name". I smirk while I tighten my hold on her moving her so she's chest to chest with me.

"You'll do just fine here". I said while smirking, my eyes glinting as I stare right into her cute wide eyes.

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I made this a bit long just so I can make it up to ya.

is it weird that my music shuffle straight to Ellie Goulding's 'Love Me Like You Do' while writing this?.

anyway hope ya love this~😊.

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huntertales · 5 years

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Part Two: Bow Down To The Queen. (LARP and the Real Girl S08E11)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate the mysterious deaths of two LARPers who were engaged in a game involving an actual fairy. While digging deeper into the game, the boys discover the queen of Moondoor is a familiar face they met just a few short years ago, an I.T. woman named Charlie Bradbury. Word Count: 6,915. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Previous Part | Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

A year and a half ago:

Taking down Dick Roman was a long and tedious process over the past year alone with a few casualties that the Winchester brothers didn't think would happen. But in this lifestyle, they knew not everyone lived long enough to see the ending of things. No matter how close they were. The brothers had come to that bitter reality after you passed on just earlier this year, leaving them to try and navigate things without you. The boys were left wondering if things might have turned out differently if you were here to help them. Figure out a better solution to their plan, do anything in your power to take down the Dick, no matter what you had to do. Or even be a helping hand for a redhead named Charlie Bradbury as she stood outside of the intimidating office that she worked at. Whose boss was none over than the Dick himself. The only person who could attack him from the inside out. The brothers sat in an inconspicuous looking van parked outside the building while Charlie stood just outside the front entrance, having every chance to go in there and get started on the plan. However it was her fears that were keeping her glued to the sidewalk. No matter how much the boys told her that everything was going to work out fine. She kept muttering to herself over the Bluetooth earpiece that she couldn't do this. She wasn't a spy. Sam decided that there was one way that he could get the redhead to calm down. “Listen, who’s your favorite ‘Harry Potter’ character?” Sam asked the woman. While the question made his brother give him a slightly weird look at where he was going with this, it made Charlie focus on her answer, which was the female hero of the series. "Hermione. Well, all right, did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?" "No, of course not." Charlie said. Sam had a feeling this angle would work for the woman, he continued on by asking what did the fictional character do. "She kicked ass. She actually saves Harry in practically every book. And then she ends up with the wrong—" “Stay on track.” Sam cut off the woman, making sure she kept focus. “Okay, so she kicked ass, right? So, then, what are you gonna do?” Charlie liked the idea of pretending to be her favorite character and doing what needed to be done. The adrenaline mere seconds ago only lasted for that long before her insecurities came crashing back down on her. "Hermione's an amazing fictional character I could never live up to. She can kick ass. I can’t. I’m just some I.T. girl whose in way over her head." Charlie mumbled to herself as she continued to pace back and forth outside the front entrance of her workplace. "I can't do this. I can't. I can't do this. I can't—"

"Charlie, hey. Calm down. It’s Dean." The older Winchester grabbed the phone from his brother so he could communicate with the woman while he stared at her from the monitor. An idea struck itself up in his mind as he thought about a way to get her to get her to focus. It was gonna take more time than he wanted to waste, and it was going to open up a nasty wound, but if she wanted confidence from a real person, Dean knew exactly who he could talk about. "So you're not like Hermione. She’s fictional. You remind me of someone we knew. Smart, tech savvy.” "Yeah? So?” Charlie asked him, her nerves getting the best of her that wouldn’t let her grasp the big picture. “Was she a badass who could sneak her way into her boss' office?"

“Yeah. And she did so much more. Her name was Y/N. She was our best friend. Very smart and smooth. Could get the hell out of anyone if they dare so looked at her the wrong way. And saved our asses a few too many times. I want you to pretend I’m her.” Dean said. “Okay.” “It’s kinda gonna be hard. All I can picture is you.” Charlie mumbled. “Can you give me a visual representation of who I’m supposed to pretend?” Dean felt his grip around the phone he was communicating to with the redhead tighten slightly. Not because he was growing annoyed at time he was wasting. But having to think about the woman he lost just months ago. Dean cleared his throat as he did just that. He went through the basic information that he remembered, from your height to your hair color. And then your eyes. Simple little features that made it feel harder and harder to speak. Months he spent trying to forget you and here he was, being reminded of every little detail he’d kill to be able to see again. "I remember when Y/N first started hunting with us. Very first case that ended up with me and her getting picked up by the cops. She was freaking out, thinking her life was over. Hover she ended up saving Sammy's life. And just a short while later she managed to fool two FBI agents who were hellbent on throwing me and Sam in jail. But you know what she did? She managed to fool them. I mean, we're talking 'Usual Suspect' twist that we didn't even see coming. Now this was a girl who was a lot like you.” Dean said. “Nerdy. Happy in her own safe, quiet life who was dragged into this life unwillingly. Who could never picture herself doing the things she did. But she managed to overcome all her fears and saved countless lives. Ours too many too count.” Dean found himself rambling on about the woman that made his heart beat faster and ache all at the same time. He found himself moving his gaze away from the small screen and to his little brother, who shared the same bittersweet expression on his face at the thought of you. “She was the real life version of Hermione Granger. And instead of ending up with ginger, she ended up with the better looking one. She was the only one that kept our heads on straight. Whenever I get overwhelmed I just think about her. And it makes me feel a bit better." "Oh." Charlie found herself losing focus once again on her worries that could go wrong and on the woman Dean had talked about. She could tell from his voice on the other line that this Y/N woman meant a lot to him. "She sounds like a total badass." "She...she was." Dean agreed with the woman. "And she would be sitting here with us, cheering you on." "Then where...Oh. Oh." Charlie felt the wheels start to spin in her head of the reason why he was talking about this Y/N woman in third person. Most of the time it was because the person was no longer with them. "She must have been a special woman to you."

“Hell yeah. Drop dead sexy and smart as hell, mixed with sarcasm as her first language—along with the God knows how many other ones she could speak. She was something special. We were engaged to be engaged, you could say. But that's no here or there. Just pretend that I'm Y/N. She'll be speaking to you and helping you get through this.” Dean told the woman. “Now you're gonna march yourself in there and kick some leviathan ass. Can you do that for me?”

The insecurities she had felt just seconds ago were replaced with the rush of confidence she needed to do this. The redhead nodded her head and headed for the doors of the office building, getting ready to kick ass in her own nerdy way. The Charlie Bradbury way she knew she was capable of.

+ + +

The Queen of Moondoor, who remained in perfect stillness on the police computer screen, was someone the brothers had met once before. It seemed they had met a few new faces while you were gone as they navigated through the year without you. Unlike Garth, she wasn't a hunter. She was someone who had accidentally gotten herself mixed up a situation after being asked to do her job. You turned yourself around in the office chair and leaned back in your seat with your arms crossed your chest, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to see who the redhead was. The boys told you her real name was Charlie Bradbury, an I.T. tech that once worked for Dick Roman. And that’s where the trouble started for her.

The story about how the Charlie and the boys met was nothing you didn’t experience before; girl got caught in the middle of risky business, girl asked to put herself in danger to help take down the monster. Which she agreed to do. But the story had a touch of humor. While you sat back and felt yourself growing a smile as Sam told you about how his brother had to help the woman flirt with a security guard, Dean wasn’t laughing along with you. He kept trying for you and Sam to focus back onto the case you were working on, you kept your focus on his brother as you put your index finger up to shush him for just a bit longer so Sam could finish the story.

"I told you never we were never gonna talk about that again.” Dean hissed at his brother, looking around the station to see if anyone else had eavesdropped on the conversation. You chuckled to yourself at how he was getting himself so worked up, he rolled his eyes from how you were finding humor in all of this. "It wasn't my finest hour. We had to...you know, settle.”

“Sette?” You repeated after the older man, exactly wondering what he meant by that. “How?”

"This, uh, sounds kinda stupid when I say it out loud...but we were barely managing without you. And Charlie was in a bit of a need of someone who was real. Who had done something like this before.” Dean said. You knew that Dean wasn’t the type of person who talked about his feelings openly and well for that matter. But you didn’t care. “So we told her about you and how many times you've saved our asses. I even went as far as to try and pretend to be you. Try to figure out what you would’ve done.”

You felt yourself falling silent for a moment as you stared at the two men that just a few short weeks ago you were yelling and fighting with every second you got. But here you were, trying your hardest not to let your smile grow too wide for someone to grow suspicious while you were here investigating. You compromised by clearing your throat and returning your expression back to a neutral one. However you let a smirk spread across your lips as you turned back around in your seat to face the computer and clicked out of the video now that you didn’t need it anymore.

"See? Shows us all that we're lost without one another. I told you both about a thousand times, but nobody listens to little old me..." You muttered underneath your breath as you finished up what you needed to do on the computer. Right as you were about to turn back around in your seat and face the brothers, you found yourself becoming frozen in your spot as your focus was ripped away from the screen at the sound of what could only be presumed as a scream. “What in the hell was that?”

While you and the boys were looking into the alibi Lance had told you about, you didn't take into consideration that suspicious deaths never took just one body. They always liked to wrack up a body count much high as they could until it was stopped. You and the boys discovered the yells had come from the very man you had spoken to just minutes before, who was broken up about his friends death, but healthy from what you could tell by just looking at him. One minute he was sobbing over his beloved friend and man in arms, now you watched as he got rolled out into a body bag by the coroner. You were just as confused as the rest of the police department about what could have caused Lance to start coughing up blood and how his eyes liquidated from his skull in the matter of seconds. The was no scientific explanation, no supernatural lead either.

“You’re gonna want to see this.” The sheriff said. He'd been here to witness the aftermath of his only suspect's death that came as a shocker to him. You followed behind the man as he lead you to another computer to pull up the security footage taken in the interrogation room. You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched the video of Lance play out almost like normal. But you found yourself fixating on when he started to itch his right arm only to pull up the sleeve. And just a split second later you saw Lance cough up the blood and splatter it all across the two-way glass mirror. "God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer."

You couldn't blame the man for feeling the slightest bit paranoid from what he witnessed. You found yourself wrapping your arms tighter around your body at the realization that you touched Lance on the shoulder right before his death. “No EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur.” Dean said. He was lost at what could have possibly been the reason behind all of this. “I got nada. What about you and Nancy Drew?”

“Watch the video again.” Sam seemed to have noticed the same thing you did when he bent over the desk and rewinded the video a few seconds only to stop at the part where Lance pulled up his sleeve. He zoomed in on the video so you could see what was on his arm. “There. See that? Same as Ed’s. I don’t know. Maybe they had matching tattoos. I mean, they were brothers in arms. You guys recognize it from anything?”

“A Tim Burton movie?” You asked, shrugging your shoulders. Your mind was growing blank from where you might have seen the symbol before in your time. Maybe it was related, maybe it was a small coincidence. “Aside from the mark of the creepy here, the only thing these guys have in common is LARPing.”

"Lucky for us," Sam said. "we know the queen."

+ + +

You weren't exactly over the moon with the idea of spending your afternoon traveling into the place where grown adults spent their weekends dressing up in costumes and pretending to be someone else. Not that you didn't do it almost every day of your life while taking on cases. When you did it you weren't having fun, you were trying to do something functional with your time. Not that you were a stranger of dressing up and pretending you were someone else. You loved doing it, when you were five. Maybe you were being a bit harsh on these people who were just here to have some fun and forget about their reality for a few days.

When you and the boys arrived at Moondoor the festivities were in full swing; all sorts of tents were set up along with colorful flags that represented the different kingdoms. People dressed in costumes that looked almost straight out of the time period they were pretending to be in walked around on the grounds, smiling and enjoying themselves. You looked over at both of the boys to see they weren’t exactly pleased themselves at where this case lead all of you. But it could have been a lot worse. You shrugged your shoulders before you started walking around among the people that made you feel like you were sticking out in a sore thumb from your modern clothes.

As you and the boys were walking the grounds, passing by tents that appeared to be all sorts of shops and food stands cooking medieval foods, you came upon the sight of an active story. You furrowed your brow slightly at how someone willingly would be put into a wooden stock so his hands and head were trapped. A man stood next to him dressed in a white and red checkered outfit, probably some kind of knight you guessed. “I, Boltar the Furious, bind you to this stock so that all of Moondoor may see you for what you are—a thief.”

“My shadow orc brethren will descend from the black hills and the tents of mo—” The man, who you could only presume was roleplaying as a orc from what you remembered from the video, went on about something. That was, until the fake teeth in his mouth fell right out and onto the ground. But that seemed no problem to be fixed.

You watched as the one pretending to be the knight punishing the orc stopped the game for just a moment so he could help out the man. He picked up the teeth up from the ground and dusted off any dirt with his gloved hand before putting them back into the orc’s mouth, who apologized for the inconvenience. Your face scrunched up slightly when he let the fake teeth be put back into his mouth without even washing them off and continuing on with his revenge speech.

“And the tents of Moondoor will be bathed in blood as we unseat the queen of the Moons from the throne she stole from the rightful heir—the shadow king.” The orc went on as a small crowd of began to grow to witness this “And you—”

“Silentium! Serve your time with honor, heathen.” The knight took out something from his satchel and threw it directly at the orc, cutting him off from whatever that he was about to say. You had to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing at what you were witnessing. “And if you need to use the chamber pot, stomp your feet thrice.”

"Excuse me, hi." Dean managed to stop the knight named Gerry when he started to walk away so you could have a quick word with him. "You are a LARPer, yea?"

“I prefer the term ‘interactive literaturist.’” He said.

“Right.” Dean said, not really caring what kind of term the kid like to use to justify whatever he was doing. He pulled out his fake badge and showed it to him. “I am Special agent Rosewood. These are my partners, special agent Taggart and special agent Crane.”

"Hold!" Gerry shouted. You furrowed your brow slightly from what was going on, causing you to lift down your arm as he pulled down his hood. It seemed there was a bit of miscommunication here. "Um, guys, we're not doing the whole genre-mash-up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month."

You smiled slightly as you blinked, “Come again?”

“Your fake badges, the cheap suits. It’s very cool. I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor, but I’m telling you it’s straight-up Moondoor this weekend.” He said, presuming you and the boys were like everyone else here. You had never been called out like this in such an awkward way that made you feel like your cheeks were on fire. Sam tried to deny such a thing, saying the badges were very much real. But they weren't. Gerry took the badge out from Sam’s hand to inspect it. "Uh, yeah, they are, and they're very good, but, well, the I.D. number shifted to ten digits with two letters mixed in at the end of the year and the seal’s from last month. Really good work. It’s just that it’s a tournament weekend, okay, guys? So you gotta follow the rules. If there’s no rules—chaos.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes in annoyance as you shoved the badge into your pocket in realization it would be no use for you. “Resume!” Gerry shouted once again, pulling his hood back up to continue on with things in his character. “If you would like to join the army of Moons, the queen is always on the lookout for new squires.”

“Yes. Right.” Dean said. “Uh, we would like to see your queen now, please.”

“Well, the queen’s calendar is booked up months in advance.” Gerry said. “But if you wish to witness what’s in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak.”

It seemed if you wanted to get anywhere near the queen you were going to have to follow the rules and play along. You and the boys followed the direction of where Gerry, or Boltar the Furious as he liked to call himself, pointed you in of where you would find her highness.

You stumbled across a circle of people watching a sword fight play out right in front of their very eyes, their weapons made out of nothing more than what you could presume was memory foam spray painted silver. However it was up against two individuals heavy in the fight, swinging their swords and trying to hit anywhere that would be a fatal wound. You watched as one of them with their helmet covering their face. How they could see out of the thing was a mystery to you. But it seemed they could see well enough. They managed to grab a hold of their opponent by the arm and twist it just at the right angle where they made him drop to his knees and pointed their sword at them. “Yield! I yield!” He shouted his mercy to the knight before he could find his finish his fictional fate with a bloody end. You narrowed your eyes slightly as the person took off their helmet, revealing their identity. A long flow of red hair that stood out anywhere in a crowd came cascading down, making you realize who it was. She wasn’t a knight, she was the queen. She was Charlie Bradbury. The knight, down on his knees, stared at the woman in front of him. “I love you.”

"I know. Take your leave to my medical tent and attend to your...severed limbs." The queen instructed to the knight, allowing him to go free as he got up to his feet and headed off while Charlie directed her focus to her loyal subjects. "Greyfox and Thargrim are missing. We pray to the goddess they have not fallen victim to fowl play. In their absence, the honor guard’s ranks are weakened. To join..." As Charlie conducted her duties and played out the role while taking small steps in a circle to scan the crowd, she found herself stumbling on a pair of two faces that made her feel like her heart drop into her stomach. “Oh, blerg. Uh...the queen needs some royal ‘we’ time. Talk amongst thyselves.”

Charlie wasted no time booking out of there, leaving her people behind rather confused as to what had gotten in to her. You let out a sigh as you followed behind Sam when he saw the redhead scurry off into one of the tents just a few yards away. Dean was right behind you, but he only made it about a foot before he found himself intrigued by the foam sword. He picked it up from the ground and examined it for a moment, mumbling to himself about how good the balance felt. You stopped in your tracks and hissed the man’s name, getting him back into the reality of things. He quickly followed behind you with the sword in hand. You shoved back the gold silk curtains that lead to the queen's tents that served as her quarters. You took a second to examine the place with its color scheme of gold and reds. It was rather nice in here. Too bad Charlie wasn't going to be able to enjoy it anymore. You stumbled upon the sight of Sam trying to talk to the woman while she started to hastily pack up a bag. “Charlie Bradbury is dead. She died a year ago. You killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh, and guess what. Now you killed her, too.” Charlie said. She began taking off her outfit and shoving the pieces into her bag. Dean tried to apologize to the woman, but all he could get out was two words before the redhead was turning around and pointing a finger at the man. “No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figure, ‘Hey, it’s all good.’ And I was fine. I got my life back. Now you’re here...with some complete stranger I’ve never met before.” Your lips drew into a smile when you saw Charlie’s eyes wander away from the two brothers when she realized that there was someone she hadn’t met before. You could tell the question of who you were was rolling around in the back of her mind. Before she could ask, you opened your mouth and decided to do it, hoping that it might help calm her down. But you were quickly cut off before you could even try to get out a single world. “You know what? Doesn’t matter. I’m not gonna be around long enough to remember your name. No offense. If you guys are here, monsters are here.” Charlie said. She turned back around and began to pack up the last of her things. “Why do I have such bad luck? What am I— some kind of monster magnet?” The redhead quickly turned back around to face the three of you, her question made a rush of paranoia rush over her. You opened your mouth once again to say something, but she spoke up first. “You know what? Don’t answer that. I don’t care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken...or dying. So, I’m dropping my sword and walking off the stage, bitches. Have fun stormin the castle.” "Charlie. Carrie...Or whatever the hell your name is! Stop!" You shouted at the woman when she went storming past the three of you, passing along the crown to the older Winchester so he was now wearing it. Charlie only managed to draw back the silk curtain before you stopped her, the curiosity of your question was partly the reason why she stayed. "Don’t you think it’s kind of rude for a queen to rush off without asking a stranger’s name?”

"Fine. I'll bite." Charlie said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Who are you?"

"Charlie, I'd like you to meet Y/N Y/L/N." Dean formally introduced you to the redhead while he took the crown off his head and placed it onto yours. "Y/N, this is Charlie Bradbury."

“Wait. Like...the Y/N?” Charlie felt herself momentarily forgetting all about the reason why she was trying to run away at the sight of you. You gave her a warm smile as you tried to give her reassurance that everything was going to be fine. But her own smile began to fade as her mind remembered one small detail. She was now staring at you like you were some kind of ghost. “But, I thought you were supposed to be dead. And you look very undead. Not that I would know what a dead person would look like. Or want to, for that matter.”

"It's okay. I'm not dead. Never was. They thought so to up until a few months ago. But your friends on the other hand. Greyfox and Thargrim—Ed and Lance—they're not missing. They're dead." You told her the unfortunate news about her fellow knights. You watched as her face dropped into a panicked dread from the situation she was being dragged into once again. “Now, you want to stick around to hear the long version of what we have to say? ‘Cause far as I can tell you’ve got about two options. You can run like a coward. Or you can be a true queen and stick around to defend her kingdom before someone else gets killed.”

Charlie had a feeling she didn't have much choice in the matter of what to do. The four of you sat around the table and began to discuss what happened to her two fellow friends, all of the gruesome details made her appear queasy and unsettled. You offered a small smile as an attempt of some sort of apology. All of this was a lot to take in. But it was the things she needed to hear since it was going on in the very grounds she was speaking the weekend in.

“Drawn and quartered and bleeding out? Please stop talking again.” Charlie said, her reaction made you chuckle quietly at her nervous ticks from how she was handling all of this. "So what do you think did this?"

“Well, aside from the mark and them both being LARPers, there’s really not much else to go on.” You said. You pushed over the crime scene photograph of the mark on Ed’s arm for Charlie to examine. “We were wondering if this might look familiar to you.”

"Wait, I've seen this before. It's a celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game." Charlie said. "Does that help? Can I go now?"

“It’s a start, but no.” Sam said. He lifted up his arm up from the table, stopping the woman from trying to sneak out of here and running for the hills like she wanted. “Listen. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance?”

“Good guys. Two of the best members of the queen’s ever-shrinking army.” Charlie said. You repeated after the woman, wondering if her running streak of accidental coincidences wasn’t just that. "My kingdom had a lot of bad luck lately, probably 'cause of me, but maybe it's tied to this. A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?"

“They have any enemies in common?” You asked her.

“In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though, they had tons of enemies.” Charlie explained to all of you. She got up from her seat and headed over to another table with a map displaying the fictional world of Moondoor and the army that controlled certain areas. "Red reps are the followers of the moon—my peeps. Green for elves, blue's for Warrior's of Yesteryear, and black's for shadow orcs—total d-bags. This weekend is the battle of the kingdoms to see who wears the forever crown. This weekend, every fraction is definitely an enemy of me and mine.”

"You know, if you, uh..." Dean cleared his throat as he tried his hardest not to make it seem like he was losing focus on the case. He'd been examining the map and mentally figuring out how to help Charlie out with her shrinking army. He pointed a finger down at the red plastic figures that represented her people and gave a helpful tip. "...move your arches back and your broadswords men to the west..."

“Huh. Like the warriors. Hey, good call.” Charlie found herself losing focus for a moment about the entire situation herself when Dean engaged her into fixing her strategy. Both of them talked among themselves for a moment, having no clue Sam was growing annoyed while you looked on at the both of them becoming so engaged in all of this. “What about the southern wall?”

"Guys." Sam finally spoke up, breaking his brother and Charlie's concentration away from the fictional world of Moondoor and back to the situation at hand. Both of them apologized as Charlie focused back again, however Dean found himself tempted to move the toy sized catapult forward. The redhead nodded her head in agreement when Sam went on talking. "So maybe someone from one of the other kingdoms got ahold of real magic and started using it to weaken your army."

“But why not just come after me?” Charlie asked. “And why the escalation?”

"All right, we will canvass the kingdoms. You should get out of here." Dean instructed to Charlie, coming up with a plan of action all on his own. "We don't want you to get hurt."

“Whoa, wait.” Sam said, stopping his brother from letting him do such a thing. It seemed he thought the idea of letting the redhead out of their sights wasn't such a good one.“Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her."

“Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords.”

“We need all the people we can get, Dean. People are dying.”

“My point, which is usually yours,” Dean continued on to argue with his brother by going with the plan that normally his little brother always liked to do. You let out a quiet sigh as you rolled your eyes in frustration from how they were acting. “Is that she should get somewhere safe and back too her normal life.”

"Okay! Okay. Before we waste more time over this petty argument, how about we handle things this way? You two work the case, I'll keep an eye on Charlie and work the odds and ends. Unless..." You proposed an idea that met everyone in the middle about a possible plan of action. You looked over at the woman to see what she had in mind, knowing this all depended on her decision. "Unless...you want to leave and get the hell out. The decision is completely and totally up to yours. Don't let this two idiots pressure you into doing anything you don't want to."

"I want to leave." Charlie said. You nodded your head at your decision while Sam seemed a bit annoyed at the sight of her leaving so soon. And while Dean was basking in the glory of winning the argument with his brother, it only lasted for a few seconds before the redhead continued on speaking to finish her thought. "But the queen...she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying.They can't happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it."

You raised your brow slightly from the way she was taking charge and putting herself in danger like this for the sake of making sure that people didn't end up like the rest of her friends. You gave her a smile when the both of you made eye contact from the bold move she made. However your concentration was broken away when you heard your phone go off. You shoved a hand inside your jacket pocket and pulled out your phone, excusing yourself for a moment so you could take this. The conversation was brief and exchanged few words with the sheriff when he called you up with an update on the case. You nodded your head as you thanked him for the information and hung up the phone, ending the conversation quickly as it started.

“So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing.” You informed the brothers and Charlie as you put your phone back into your pocket for safekeeping. “But the medical examiner said his body showed cleared signs that he was killed by belladonna.”

Dean and Charlie seemed to have been familiar with the name, but their mind went in a whole other direction when they spoke both in usion. “The porn star?”

Sam found himself staring at the two of them while you cleared your throat, wondering how this conversation turned in a strange direction that you honestly didn't expect coming. How they had came to that conclusion was all of their own doing. But, no, sadly to this dismay a porn star wasn't responsible for these supposed accidents and killings. “The poison.” You muttered the answer to Dean and Charlie, making them realize what you were really talking about. You rolled your eyes before continuing on speaking. “However, they couldn’t find a trace of it in his system.”

“Just like they couldn’t find ropes in Ed’s apartment.” Dean noted, finding a pattern here.

“Charlie, I’m gonna need to borrow your laptop.” Sam said.

“There are no laptops in Moondoor.” Charlie said. The boys gave her a look of disbelief from how this was going to make this a bit more complicated for all of you. "What? There are rules. But there is a tech tent four tents down."

"Okay. How about you guys go canvas," Sam suggested. "and I'll dig into these accidents and this mark?"

“Sounds good.” You said. As the younger man made his way towards the exit, you couldn't help yourself but bring up the no electronic role in a sort of joking manner. “Send a carrier pigeon if you need help.”

Sam thought your joke was the least bit funny as he flashed you a sarcastic sort of smile before disappearing out of sight. You looked over at the two remaining people, wondering how this was gonna go. "Okay. Besides the fact that I'm meeting the Y/N Y/L/N, which by the way, you're like a total legend. And I'm kinda freaking out being in the same room as you. I mean, I thought you were, you know...dead. But you're not. Which is awesome.”

“Yeah. I’m happy being back, too.” You agreed with the woman as you felt yourself growing a smile at the sight of her growing rather...well, giddy at the sight of you. "The boys told me you helped them take down Dick Roman? Now that’s a story I want to hear."

"Totally. It was hilarious. And super scary all at the same time. Obviously I’m gonna need the full wiki on where you have been hiding out for the past two and a half years. Dean practically chatted my ear off about you while I was breaking into Dick's office." Charlie said. You found yourself slowly looking over at the older Winchester, who was growing a bit embarrassed at the truth that the redhead slipped out from her mouth. Dean smiled slightly as he shrugged his shoulders, as if he was denying such a thing. You ignored him and directed your attention back to Charlie. "But first, you and Dean are gonna have to ditch the suit if you're gonna walk and talk with the queen."

You had only known Charlie for all of a few minutes, but there was something about her that you found oddly refreshing. From her personality to small quirks you picked up about her. She seemed like someone who was a lot of fun and yet at the same time was a bit like Dean in some ways. And it was refreshing to be spending some time with a person that wasn't a hunter or whose last name was Winchester. You followed behind Charlie as she directed you towards her duffel bag that she threw back to the bed so she could find some clothes for you to change into. Dean followed behind as he felt himself growing a smirk at the idea of taking part of this. You sat down on the bed and watched as Charlie got to work while Dean waited around.

"You can change over there." Charlie said, handing over a stack of clothing along with a few other necessities to help you blend in as she pointed over to a room divider that fit the decor of the room. As you headed off, Dean looked towards the redhead with a raised brow, trying his hardest to hide his excitement as he waited for her to help him out. "There's a tent three down from mine. One of my peeps can hook you up. Tell them the queen sent you."

"Oh. Uh..." Dean found himself suddenly starting to panic slightly at the thought of you and Charlie being together for the next few minutes. "I'll just come back here after I’m done?"

"Yeah. That's kinda how it works." You said, "Unless you need help finding your way around."

"Nah. Nah...I'm good." Dean mumbled. "I'll be back You girls don't have too much fun."

Dean started to make his way to exit the tent, and not even with his back turned and one foot out the door, he heard you strike up a conversation with Charlie. A few seconds later he heard a chorus of laughter. He began to grow nervous at the things you were about to tell him. And the things Charlie might slip out. When two women got talking, there was no way of knowing what they were going to discuss. But he found the sounds of your laughter comforting at the same time. He didn't know the last time you made that sound, and seeing Charlie made him realize that not too long ago he didn't think he was ever going to be able to hear it ever again.

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years

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Ezreal x male reader

Inspired by various fanarts, a reddit post, an article and a tweet.

Hanging out with the Bloodthirster K-Pop boy group, as Ezreal’s boyfriend.

Requested: No

Word Count: 810

Bloodthirster AU where Aphelios, Ezreal, Kayn, Sett, Sylas, and Yone are in a k-pop boy group called ‘Bloodthirster’ in the modern world. (gimme suggestions for other champs in the group!)

(y/n)’s friends called him lucky, as you got to hang out with the famous boy group ‘Bloodthirster’ because his boyfriend was one of the main singers. To be fair, though, he wasn’t ‘lucky’. Love isn’t based on luck.

He wasn’t the only one hanging out with Bloodthirster though, most of the other boys also had partners but Ezreal in particular.. Oh, boy, he was sort of clingy.

“You’re either hanging out with me or the rest of us, ‘cause I’m not going out with your friends. Not to offend them or anything, it’s just going outside with this famous face? Paparazzi would be there in a second.” That was his usual argument and it was true, but let’s face it, he didn’t really like his boyfriend’s friends much at all. They were… shady according to him, but that was just an excuse.

Ezreal had no sense of PDA, so the couple was cuddling in the common area of Bloodthirster’s shared house. Really, it’s a mansion, but the boys don’t like referring to it as ‘mansion’.

The morning sunlight shined through the windows. The couple had already had breakfast, and were now just relaxing and waiting for the rest of the boys to get up. They had a recording session today, one (y/n) wasn’t allowed into. Ezreal wanted to get his daily dose of boyfriend reassurement and love before recording so he invited him to stay the night and leave before the session.

“Shit, you’re here again?” Sett remarked crudely, walking into the common area wearing a sweater, of course with sweater paws, and booty shorts.

This wasn’t a rare or new sight, so the couple was pretty unaffected by it.

“What can I say? Ezreal--” (y/n) was cut off mid sentence by the blonde pretty boy himself, who shushed him with his pale hand. What (y/n) was going to say was, ‘Ezreal is quite clingy’ but the blonde was in denial about being clingy. It was a problem they needed to fix, but to fix it, first you must recognize that you’re clingy. They weren’t even on step one yet.

“Yeah we know by now.” Sylas walked in behind Sett, walking right past him. The redhead was still leaning on the doorway to the common area.

“He basically lives here.” Kayn laughed, pulling Sett along with him towards the kitchen.

Aphelios walked in as silent as always, only giving them all both a nod of greeting and agreement to Kayn’s statement.

Finally, came Yone, who was also not surprised. He let out a monotone good morning, his dark eyes brushing over the pair on the couch.

Sett seemed to be the only one affected, though his shocked ‘greeting’ didn’t have much shock in it at all.

The group, with plates in hand from their personal chef, walked back into the common area and sat around on the couches. Some turned on the TV and others browsed through their phones.

They started small talk, but they hang out together everyday and live in the same place so they basically knew everything about each other so really, the small talk was directed towards (y/n). “How was yesterday? I heard Ez fuss over the phone.” Sylas asked, making Ezreal turn and glare at him.

“I did not fu--”

Yone cut Ezreal off with a monotone “You did.”

The pretty boy gave up, going back to slumping against his boyfriend but he was sort of sulking this time. This was sort of normal, as Ezreal was one of the most teased in the group, so he’d gotten used to it. Sulking would last a few minutes, minimum.

“Well, boss sort of spilled coffee on me, which is the complete opposite cliche but that’s not the point. Anyway, he was sorry and even offered to buy me new pants. Ez, however, doesn’t seem to care about that part.” The rest of the group laughed, making Ezreal huff and pull back so that his boyfriend could look at him as he protested.

“Well, first off, you didn’t agree to the new pants. Second, I went shopping with you for the pants you were wearing that day.” Ezreal turned to the group, “They were amazing, by the way! Third.. I have no third, but you should’ve taken the offer.”

“So you’re not fussing over the boss, you’re fussing over (y/n).”

The group burst out in laughter, putting Ezreal back into sulking.

“They were nice pants.” (y/n) sighed. “I could take up the offer, he did say he owed me.”

“That’s great, take the offer!” Ezreal smiled, going back to his energetic self.

The group continued small talk, which, as usual, was uneventful, as most small talk turns out to be. But with the topic of Ezreal, nothing is uneventful.

Ezreal spoke up with a curious tone, “Who’s your favorite singer out of all of us?”

“I’m not answering that.”

(Original art inspiration by bebseo on twitter)

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heckinhacker · 4 years

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Sett's NSFW Alphabet?

Sett’s NSFW Alphabet!! oh boy~

A/N: First of all, fuck you because you knew I’d be eager to write it fully klaqbwgj3wegbwekhgb (not really ily)

Second of all, thank you for requesting that completly knowing that I’d go apeshit for that. So, here goes nothing…~

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Affectionate. He caresses your bare back with his hand gently, looking down at you with slight smile. Truth be told, he’s too lazy and comfortable to move anywhere now, and he wouldn’t let you either. He just wants to stay that way. Maybe sticky from sweat and maybe cum but he wouldn’t give two shits. He wants to be warm and close to you and he will be.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His own - Muscles. That’s the source of his power and result of his hard work!

His partners - Chest. He loves to just put his face close to his partner’s chest and hear their heartbeat. Calm or quickened because of acts, no matter in what situation he just loves to do that!

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Anything…so. He loves to cum on your face. It’s like claiming that you’re his even though you and he’s the only ones to see.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He jerked off while watching you having a shower. You didn’t knew, he used the moment. He would say he feels bad for it…but he doesn’t feel bad.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Hell yeah he does know. He had slept with many women before (in male cases he can be kind off unexperienced…but still, he’d like to get experienced with his partner ;) ) but when he became official with you, he used all his experience on you.

F= Favorite position

“Upstanding Citizen”, he loves to have you around his body, lifting you up, when you have your legs wrapped around his hips. He doesn’t have to support you by having your back against the wall, he’d only do that when things get rough.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He’s mostly serious, but when he wants he can crack up joke or two! He never were serious with anyone earlier, so making jokes only with you is special for him.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He complains about being too hairy, but his vital parts are well-cared for. He doesn’t let his hair grow too long or curly near his penis. He’s no perfectionist, he just wants to keep things clean and nice while being with you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He’s more on rough/dirty side, but can slow pace down and focus on the moment, sweet words and such.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He does pretty often. Only when you can’t be with him out of reasons. When he knows he can be with you he just wouldn’t masturbate, he would go ahead and have sex with you.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Bondage - he likes to have you tied up, unable to move, under his will of whatever will happen to you next.

He has voice kink - he’s really sensitive to sounds, so you moaning his name or in general drives him crazy. Whine, be pathetic and plead him, moan, scream, more the merier, he’d love that.

Orgasm control - he’s awful and strict to it, but he enjoys faces you make when you’re close, when you’re denied to cum, and when you finnaly cum.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Place doesn’t matter to him. He’d watch more for your comfort, but when he’s too needy he would “force you” to have a round in the bathroom or in his office.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Your sounds make him go pretty quickly. Moans, humms, it gets more intense when it’s close to his ear. Moan to it and he’s shivering over you with pleasure. You can also gently caress him behind his ear.

You don’t have to ask him twice when you need him, really, but to get him go easly without asking…

Make him jellaous. On purpose or not. He’d go craycray if he would catch anyone else hitting on you. Or you hitting on someone else with obvious reason - to make him jellaous.

If it was by accident, by someone else’s wish, he’d be rough with you but he wouldn’t treat that as a punishment, just a “friendly reminder” that you’re all his.

If it was by your initiative, he’d be even worse. He’d slap your butt a lot, pull your hair, punish you, forcing you to call him “boss” and plead for mercy.

No matter what happens out of jellaousy, you’re full of hickeys and bitemarks. You’re welcome.

It’s easy to turn him on with wearing his clothes. No matter how tall you are, he’d be taller for sure, so his clothes would cutely hang on you. He finds it hot and adorable.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

No Daddy kink for ya. Sorry poor babies, he just wouldn’t like it and will ask you to stop with groan if you’d try to call him ‘Daddy’. Boss is more like it, but Daddy is a big fucking no.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He can make you cum multiple times with his mouth ONLY. He’s skilled as f u c k.

Recieving is okay-ish for him, but he’d enjoy more of handy-work or getting to it right away. He loves to be inside you and feel warmness of you much more,

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Fast, very fast, lasts long. Sometimes you have to ask him to just stop for today. Depends on his whim if he’d let you rest or not.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Quickies are one of things which makes him excited, espeically in public places. He wouldn’t give two shits about being caught, but your reactions and just the risk is a big hell yeah.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Yeah, just no daddies in his surroundings. You get him?

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

As earlier mentioned, he can go all night long, noone can count. You have to be patient AND constant with him. (I hope I used this word well lmao)

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He’d use toys on his lover, but don’t get anything near his body.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He’s such a tease sometimes you’d love to slap him for denying your orgasm for the fifth time in a row.

Tease him back and it’ll be a tease competition he’d most likely win. He never loses, after all.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Talks a lot, but when he’s close he only grunts. You won’t hear him moan out loud though.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He once was so harsh on you you had some bruises on your shoulders and back. He thought that looked hot as hell. He wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, but the sight, knowing you enjoyed everything he was making to you and having rewards like that just satisfied him.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Heeee’s huuuuuuuugeeeeeee. Thick, long, he’s surprised you can take that fully. He’s that kind of lover who will satisfy you that much that later on it’ll be hard to replace him.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He’s needy. You sometimes can have a few days of sex in a row. You have one session, you spend your days like normally, and when the night comes you’re back at it!

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He sleeps after so peacefully you always melt when you see his finnaly calm expression. He’s so relaxed and he’s not frowning like he does in work. Sight is magnificent.

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