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trashbinbackyard · 4 years

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any kind of relationship is applicable so... familial 1-10 for borys and lew, romantic 11-20 for serena n konow and platonic 21-31 (32 if ya like) zoe and reno if that's available yet

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Brothers Sagar

1. What is their relationship to each other?

Bröthers, Lew is the elder and more chaotic and disappointment to the parents while Borys is the more respectable one

2. How did they first encounter each other? What did they first think about each other?

Lew when he was five and Borys was born, upon seeing his newborn brother, he just said, “ew”

3. What is their relationship like now?

Borys will forever be salty about Lew getting promoted to captain when he had worked much harder and generally be more reliable. But he’d also die for Lew if he had to.

Lew likes to tease Borys and calls him a baby all the time. He’s not as miffed about Borys as he is about Lew and would not hesitate to die for him either.

4. What will their relationship be like in the future?

Borys finally gets his rank of knight captain while lew is... promoted... to spy master. But they both agree this is more Lew’s alley anyway so Borys is not as salty as he used to be. Lew is also and uncle now so that’s neat. They keep close contact and are now little more close than they used to be (not that they weren’t close before, just more now)

5. What traits does each person find endearing in the other?

Lew can respect Borys being dutiful and kind and smart, he feels like he fucked up his teen/early adult years so bad but at least their parents can be proud of one (1) son.

Borys find Lew’s antics increasingly amusing and he’s always fun to be around.How he’s always up for shenanigans and how fiercely protective he is

6. Which traits does each person find annoying in the other?

While Lew’s shenanigans are amusing, most of the results are.. not. Lew is very short sighted and bit of a loose cannon when it comes to life choices. Also, not that great taste in partners

Lew would like Borys to lighten up a little, stop being so high and mighty goody-two-shoes, dont you just want to go apeshit

7. How often do they see each other? How often do they talk to each other?

In Lew’s early 20′s they didnt see each other at all with Lew being in some gang. When Borys joined the military in his 20′s Lew finally showed up with one fith of his fingers missing and hanged around in Glasford. They later relocated to the eastern outpost where they shared their duties and got up to some sibling shenanigans.

8. Could they live together easily? Why/why not?

They pretty much lived in the same barracks all the way up to Lew’s career change when he returned to Glasford. It went pretty well, and all their fellow soldiers knew about the brothers, just keep their sleeping quarters separate bc Lew would keep Borys awake all night

9. How much physical contact would these characters have with each other?

Hugs, fist bumps, chest bumps, flying nut high fives, you know, bro stuff

10. What would they get for each other as birthday gifts?

Borys gives Lew two stick and says he found his fingers. Otherwise they just get each other some beer, no need to be fancy or creative

How to get disowned by your family 101

11. What hobbies do they share, if any?

Both ride horses, Serena for fun and Konow more out of duty but, you know, when it’s two of them on an outing it’s no longer duty

12. Do either of them have any hobbies or interests which annoy the other?

All the high magic stuff goes over Konow’s head a little, but not to the point of annoying.

13. Do any of their beliefs (religious, moral, or otherwise) differ? Do they conflict strongly?

Serena’s main god is Leeo, the god of wisdom and magic, for obvious reasons, but Konow leans more to Devia, but they’re n the same pantheon so it really doesn’t matter, Leeo is bit of a niche god anyway and in Thani the main gods are Devia and Frara

14. Who is the better cook? Who is better at general household tasks?

Konow because he makes his own food more often than not, Serena, is a rich kid with servants in the manor, she’s not helpless but just not used to doing household stuff

15. Which of them is more adventurous? Is the other adventurous enough to go along with them?

Serena for sure, it was her idea to run away go study to Asaya. Know would’ve been fine with staying in Thani but Serena asked so nicely

16. Would they go on holiday together, and where would they go?

Their entire two years in Asaya was one big holiday, they also ventured more south to Esweck

17. When one is feeling down, how does the other respond?

Konow offers a listening ear and a holding hand. Serena if she notices Konow is feeling down she’ll make an excuse to leave the manor ground with him to be just to two of them or order everyone out of her room to have only Konow there so he can openly tell what’s going on

18. If one was in a difficult life situation, what would the other do for them?

Their entire dynamic is one difficult life situation. First they stayed hidden, Serena taking blame if they would be caught so nothing would happen to Konow, then they ran away, Konow keeping Serena safe in strange lands. They both look out for each other

19. Has one ever had to stop the other from making a very foolish decision? And did the other listen to them?

It’s usually Serena who is about to do something that Konow has to stop. She listen to his reasons. But the most foolish of the decisions they made Together, at the same time, without consulting each other

20. Has one ever strongly encouraged the other to make a big decision? Did they go through with it?

Serena, convincing Konow to leave with her. He of course went through with it and it easily was the best decision in his life (the crashing of a wedding is only the second best bc boy howdy was he embarrassed)

Bounty dudes

21. How would one feel about the other being in love (with them or with someone else)?

They both would be rooting for the other, Reno seeing the kind of messy divorce of Zoe and Zoe comforting Reno when he widowed. They wish the best for the other, and think the other deserves all the happiness

22. Are there any other people who are a part of both their lives, e.g. friends or family members they share?

The entire bounty hunter office of citadel is their family at this point, Reno might be familiar with Zoe’s son and Zoe is rather close with Reno’s kids and grandkid too

23. How does each person feel about the other person’s family members and close friends? Do they get along with them?

Zoe gets along, she might a little intimidating at first but she gives no reason for any friends or family to be afraid of her. Zoe’s ex Knows of Reno and would greet him if they ever run into each other but they’re not close. Zoe’s son is little afraid of Reno (like he is of her mother too)

24. Do either of them get jealous over relationships the other one has with friends/family/romantic partners/other people?

Nah, they’re pretty chill, though Zoe is a little jealous how Reno is not divorced and she sometimes thinks why her marriage didn’t work (and then she goes to therapy)

25. Is either person jealous of the other’s wealth or possessions?

They earn the same so no need to be jealous of money

26. If the pair of them had to look after a young child or pet, what would happen?

Reno would be the more competent one and Zoe... she tries, oh my god does she try but she’s pretty stubborn and if something small goes wrong she’ll have a Moment

27. How far would each go to protect the other?

They’ve both in the past jumped to danger to haul the other to safety, plenty of scars to prove those times. This day Zoe takes on all the complaints and responsibility from the police and the public so Reno can focus on their people and not worry about those things

28. Is there anyone else that each person would protect over the other, if they had to make a choice?

Zoe would die for her son. Reno would do the same for his family too probably, both acknowledge the fact. (but i can’t think of a situation rn where they would have to make that choice)

29. If one died, how would the other respond? What would happen to them afterwards?

Deep grief, they’ve been comrades since rookies, they’ve shared pretty much everything and no other friend would ever replace them

30. How far would each person follow the other? Would they trust them enough to commit crime because the other asked them to?

If Zoe is in big fights with police Reno would back her up, if she’s upset with something the justice system i feel like he would trust her reasoning. Same with Zoe to Reno, if he goes against the grain she’d be 100% on board. But no crimes, they’re bounty hunter after all (unless the law is unjust then yea)

31. If one wronged the other badly, would the other forgive them easily?

After long talks and time to cool down, explain why they did it and promise to consult them in the future

#yeah babey!#armed asshats #space shitstorm #fill in the gaps for reno i went pretty much on a hunch here lmao #zoe is not unstable mentally but she's just a big persona and some narrow views on strength #but its ok she goes to therapy to fix all that so she can have a better relationship with her son #we stan adults going to therapy #wolf goes too #and jesse probably too #you run into your superior at the therapist office wyd

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dreamin-of-somewhere-else · 7 years

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Little Sister [7]

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, de aged!sister!reader, Jessica Moore

Words: 2618

[A bit of angst]

A/N: If you want to listen to what I listened to while writing this, check this out: Hunting Happiness. Also, hit me up if you want to be tagged in the next (and last!) part of Little Sister.

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A knocking echoed through the house, in the middle of the night, very similar to a few nights ago when you had been knocking on the door. Sam, who had been forewarned, was still awake and made now his way towards the door. He opened it to reveal his older brother, who he hadn’t seen in about four years.

Dean still looked the same. Broader shoulders perhaps. A more defined jaw, maybe. From what Sam could read from Dean’s stubble, he now had a better shot at a thicker, more even beard than before. His leather jacket a bit more worn. Otherwise, still the same. Which was a relief, Sam had to admit.

”Howdy.” Dean uttered, with a tone that Sam couldn’t quite interpret.

At least he wasn't angry; Sam had been anxious about that, scared that he was going to be angry.

”Hey, come inside.” Sam opened the door wider, Dean nodded and walked into the apartment.

The oldest Winchester looked around himself, inspecting the building that had been his younger brother’s home for the last four years. Sam was about to say something when he felt something brush against his hand, which caught him off guard. He stared downwards, where he spotted you, looking up at him with round eyes, as if to ask him to open up his hand. He did, and you placed yours in his much larger one. You felt a lot safer, but still hid a bit behind Sam’s legs, gazing at Dean’s leather dressed back, you hadn’t quite recognized him yet.

Dean was alerted by the shuffling, however, and turned around. He was met by a sight that made his heart clench so much it hurt. There were his twin siblings. One of them stood at 6’4 and the other one, slightly hiding behind his leg, only at the mere height of 3’3. He knew you always were a small kid when you grew up. You and Sam both, he and John realized that when every piece of Dean’s clothing, that he wore at the same age and you were supposed to inherit, were too big. But he hardly remembered you ever being this small, you didn’t even reach Sammy’s waist. You looked so small and vulnerable. And it just felt so wrong.

Dean was a bit lost for words, but found himself uttering your name.

”(Y/N)…?”

A grin spread across your little face, and your eyes regained their familiar, soulful tinkle.

”It’s okay, (Y/N), it’s just Dean.” Sam stated, as he gave you a slight, encouraging push in his direction.

It was enough for you to leave Sam’s side. Dean bent down, just in time to open his arms before you flung yourself at him.

”Dean-o!” You giggled, your short arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

”Whoa, easy there, tiger.” Dean chuckled lightly, as he was a bit taken back by your attack-hug.

”I missed you.” You uttered in your squeaky voice.

”I missed you too, (Y/N).” Dean instantly replied, not doubting his words a second.

Then it was Sam’s turn to feel his heart clench. He could clearly see the bittersweet sorrow in Dean’s green eyes as he absentmindedly stared at the floor somewhere in between where he and you were hugging, and Sam’s feet. It just was something tragically beautiful over the whole situation. It was sad and scary but at the same time; you were heart wrenchingly cute and loving. And happy, but so, so defenseless. And now also de-aging further. Sam saw how Dean gently placed his gigantic hand in comparison, on the back of your head as he held you close. Then, he looked up at Sam, and all the previous tension was gone with the wind.

Dean now looked emotional and a little bit vulnerable himself, as he was holding you in his arms, which felt weird for Sam. It wasn’t often he saw this side of Dean, especially now when he hadn’t seen any side of Dean for so long. The sight made Sam wanted to run the few steps towards his twin sister and older brother, and wrap his arms around them both, engulfing them in a comforting group hug. But he didn’t really dare to.

It didn’t take long for you to curl up and fall asleep again, now sleeping in Sam’s bed. Your brothers walked out into the living room, to go over the past few days. Dean walked first, and Sam was surprised to see him turning around and opening his arms, once he came to a stop.

Sam felt unsure at first, still fearing that Dean held a grudge. But then he gave in, because Dean looked exhausted and worried, but still happy to see his little brother. So, Sam walked into his hug, and wrapped his arms around Dean too. They hugged for a moment, and then patted each other on their backs before letting go.

”So…” Dean began, an invitation for Sam to tell him what he knew.

”Dean, it’s worse than I thought.” Sam said, his voice a little strained. ”I mean, I was concerned from the beginning, obviously, but then I realized something. Well, Jess did really. But, Dean, she’s getting younger.”

Dean’s eyebrows knitted over his eyes that flashed with worry.

”What do you mean?” He needed a bit more to go on.

”I mean, she said she was 5 when she arrived, but now… I don’t know Dean, she’s gotten about 3 inches and counting shorter in the same amount of days. She looks and behaves younger. And this is even after her realizing that she’s really supposed to be 22.”

”So she’s still her 22 year old self?”

”Yeah. She had a dream last night about how she went on a hunt to kill a witch nearby. One that was turning people into children.” Sam told him.

Dean shook his head to himself. You had told him that you were going to stop hunting. That was the one thing that he appreciated about you and Sam being at college. You were supposed to be safe. Safe and following your dreams. And then you go out on a hunt. Alone. Dean pushed the thoughts away, and concentrated on the more urgent problem — after he got you back to your right size and age, Dean could lecture you.

”So, judging by (Y/N) continuing to grow shorter than the kid already is, we can rule out the damn spell wearing off by itself.” Dean concluded, and Sam nodded in agreement.

A second of silence passed and Sam let out a trembling sigh. ”Dean, she has lost about a year in 3 freaking days. That means that in about two weeks…” Sam voices was too choked for him to continue. He didn’t want to continue either.

”I guess we gotta hurry up and get going then.” Dean stated, trying his best, and actually kind of succeeding, to sound collected, as if he had the situation under control.

Sam nodded. ”Not before saying goodbye to (Y/N) first.”

”Yeah, of course.”

Then, Sam and Dean both stalked into the bedroom, where Sam gently woke you from your sleep.

They found it harder than expected to say goodbye, as your eyes teared up and you just looked so immensely sad. Jess joined you and sat by your side, rubbing your back, as all three of the young adults tried to keep your tears from spilling over.

Sam picked you up, lifting you by putting his hands underneath your arms. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist once you were in his embrace. Sam carefully combed your hair with his fingers, and held you close — so close — as if he wouldn’t get to see you again. He took in your scent and gently rocked you from side to side.

”Don’t worry (Y/N), we’ll only be gone for a little while.” Sam murmured. ”Shh… It’ll be fine, I promise.”

You nodded into his neck.

Then it was Dean’s turn to say goodbye to you. He didn’t really want to leave, he had just reunited with you for the first time in 4 years… and, well, he felt guilty for leaving you behind, even if it was for you he did it. However, he lifted you up too, and placed you on his hip.

”We’ll be back before you know it, tiger.” Dean comforted you. ”Now, be a good girl for Jess here, while we’re gone, would you?”

”Yes.” You responded, voice only above a whisper.

”That’s my girl.” Dean ruffled your hair, and you couldn’t help but to just smile a little bit.

”Bye.” You spoke once it was time for them to leave. ”I’ll miss you.”

Jess looked at you with warm eyes where you stood beside her by the kitchen counter on top of a chair. You were helping her making cookies at the moment, and you had cheered up a lot since Sam and Dean left.

She was never angry at you — she couldn’t ever — even if you had thought she’d been. However, you seemed to have forgotten that by now, and Jess wasn’t bringing it up again, in that case.

The blonde enjoyed spending time with you. She had never had a problem with kids, like most she liked them, but you had particularly left an impression on her. Even though she had fought with Sam — she had almost forgiven him by now — and even though you only met a few days ago, she still started to think of you as her own little sister. And she even let her mind travel to the thought of possibly meeting you as an adult, someone in her own age. Jess felt as she wouldn’t be surprised if you became friends. You really sounded like a great person, as a 22 year old too.

Right now she didn’t think to much of that though, and let herself enjoy the moment fully. You two were laughing, baking and dancing to the music from the radio, and Jess knew she wouldn’t mind at all having to baby sit you while your brothers were gone hunting that witch to try and kill her. Jess only worried about one thing, and that was your decreasing size.

Three days later, Dean parked the Impala outside of Sam’s apartment. Both of them were exhausted, muscles aching, but yet cheerful as they had succeeded in killing the witch. They were hopeful that you would be alright. And also, besides the worry for you, the two of them had actually had a good time, both realizing that they had missed each other. It had been like old times, although missing a member of the trio, but almost. However, when they had parked on the campus of Stanford, they were once again reminded that that wasn’t the case anymore. The illusion they had been living in for the last few days simply didn’t add up to the reality, and the atmosphere changed a little bit inside the car, becoming more serious.

”I should probably get inside.” Sam spoke, glancing at his brother with unsure eyes.

Dean slowly nodded. ”Yeah… Call me to let me know how it goes. Tell (Y/N) that I would like to chat with her once she’s, you know, back to normal. Do that for me, would ya?”

”Of course.” Sam reassured him, before opening the passenger door and stepping out, stretching his tall frame. Then he closed the door, and looked at Dean through the open car window. ”See you soon.”

”Yeah, see you.” Dean responded with a slight smirk. Then he put the car in reverse and backed out. Then he drove off.

Sam watched the black Impala disappearing behind buildings as the street turned. See you soon. It had kind of slipped out of him, but it felt much better than saying goodbye. After reuniting, Sam honestly wasn’t ready to let Dean go, or you either for that matter.

Thinking of you, Sam turned his heel and walked towards the front door of his home.

Entering the apartment, it was dark and quiet. It was in the middle of the night, and both Sam’s body and mind was exhausted. Although, he wasn’t letting himself go to be before checking up on you.

He found you at you usual spot, sleeping in the sofa-turned-bed, and his heart was wrenched. You were so small. You were only a toddler now. Your chubby, short arms were clutching a teddy bear that Jess must’ve gotten you while he was gone. He also noted that you were wearing a new pajamas, as the other one must’ve gotten too big. It was a good thing he and Dean got the witch when they did, because your time really was running out.

Sam’s heart ached when he saw your face, it was rounder, smaller and your cheeks were chubbier. And your expression, it seemed like you weren’t getting any peaceful sleep. Your voice, that had gotten even more high-pitched, mumbled something that he couldn’t understand, it wasn’t real words. Sam could only imagine the way you spoke now, 3 days later, how you probably couldn’t pronounce most of the words. How your sentences had shortened, and your vocabulary had reduced. You stirred in your sleep, your miniature hands clutching the teddy bear even tighter. Your hands were only the length from base to fingertips as one of Sam’s fingers. You probably couldn’t fit more than two of them in your hand. You were only 3 years old, down to 3 feet tall, 6 inches shorter than when you arrived. You probably weighed less then 30 pounds, being small for your age and all. You were so small that Sam’s stomach twisted. So adorable, yet so fragile. He wanted to wake you up and cuddle you into his chest, holding you close, so close, protecting you from everything the world decided to fling at you. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, comforting you, making you feel safe. But he didn’t because he knew that you needed your sleep.

And hopefully, you would return to your normal self soon, Sam couldn’t imagine it any other way, he and Dean had killed the witch. After one hell of a struggle, that is. Sam also noted the pile of folded clothes on top of the coffee table, for when you returned to adult size. Jess had done as he asked when he called to tell her that they were coming home. He recognized both top and bottoms, the jeans were Jess’s and the sweatshirt — it was the one you had arrived in, the one he used to share with you. The one with the flash logo on it.

Sam felt his eyes burning. It was because of the sorrow for you, fear of losing you, but then relief and hope. It was exhaustion and melancholy because he would miss child-you, but then happiness of getting the old you back, most likely. Sam never let the tears fall.

Instead he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, and you mumbled something else in your sleep. He didn’t really want to leave you, but he was about to fall asleep, and he knew that he couldn’t do anything else but wait from now on. So he wandered off in the direction of his bedroom, knowing that he’d probably have another nightmare of your continuing de-aging, just like the other nights. Or maybe he would have that other nightmare; the one including Jess. Although for the moment, this one about you scared him more because it was really happening.

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