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grandesteartherquakedreamer · 1 year

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The AkuMother: Her Firstborn

(FINALLY! After having this caged in my brain for over a year, I now have the courage to share this story of mine. Not to confuse the two stories I commissioned to @gimmeabigpush. SHE wrote those stories, not me. I'm once again inspired by her for me to write this. Also, a MASSIVE kudos to @demonsandco {Yes, the one with the Obey Me's Demon Brothers Redesign} for the gorgeous art of my MC / OC! Like I said previously, this is a 18+ kink and smut fanfiction.

If you're under 18, PLZ DNI! If the following tags aren't your cup of tea, you're also free to ignore it. More importantly, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I wrote it! 😈🤰) {Edit: You may have noticed that I made some slight changes and attempted to fix any mistakes I find. My apologies in advance. }

They felt it. Their eyes widened in concern and froze at whatever they were doing as soon as it happened. The Seven Rulers of the Underworld all got up and stampeded past the hallway, down the stairs and made it outside the guest room. To “her” bedroom. The door was closed, so one of the demons reached for the door handle. But his eldest brother stopped him. He put a finger above his lips and hushed them before they could panic.

"She said she’ll take a nap and we do not wish to frighten her,” he said. "Don't make a move until I signal to you all."

When he finished speaking, he opened the door slowly. It creaked as it swayed apart. Inside of the room was a tree that grew from the ground. With lanterns hung from the branches and its vines covering part of the wall. Under the tree on the bed with her back facing them was her. The demon mother-to-be herself, Yuki.

The demon's long, light pink hair was twisted and twirled in a braid. Her body was covered in a thin blanket. She stirred awake as soon as she felt the presence of her seven doting partners. Fresh air flooded into her nose and deep in her lungs followed by a yawn so soft it was almost impossible to hear. A unique warmness flooded her senses. Though she was a little more sore than previously, she also felt her child is exactly where they were meant to be. So dreamy-eyed and tranquill, she shifted her body and reached her arms towards the headboard. That's when the eldest signaled his younger brothers to help Yuki up. Of course, just being there with someone they've known in under a year would be helpful as well.

When Yuki managed to sit upright with their assistance, more of the young mother revealed herself as the blanket fell on her lap. She was wearing a sports bra when she slept. More notably, her magnificent gravid belly dropped. At mercy of the hands of gravity. As she looked at her seven sires, she smiled sheepishly at them.

With one hand on the mattress to keep herself up, while the other hand caressing on her baby bump.

She knew that they’d known why they appeared before her. Yuki looked down at the bed and used her free hand to remove the blanket. They gasped either in amazement or horror.

The other end of the mattress alongside a pillow for her legs was freshly soaked. The naked flower between her thighs is still oozing with the clear fluid. Yuki tilted her head as her smile grew wider alongside flushing pink cheeks. She giggled before she said:

"She's ready to meet all of us."

Shortly after the confirmation of Yuki entering her first stage of labor, Lucifer turned and asked his brothers if there was anything else to prepare for the child's arrival. They both watch as the other demons shoved and scattered out of the door. Causing a bit of a commotion down the hallway.

“Why did you phrase it like that?” she asked him, her eyes meeting his own. "The way you've said it made it sound like the end times were upon us. Plus, there's no rush."

Lucifer knelt before her. Placing his large gloved hand on Yuki’s warm, stretched skin. He sighed.

"It’s …still hard to wrap my head around." He answered. Certainly seeing the Avatar of Pride being vulnerable was a rare sight. Especially feeling a sort of guilt from his past.

Yuki placed both of her hands and played with his hair, minding the horns. While she played, she suddenly stopped as Lucifer lowered his brow. Something stirred deep within her. He placed both hands on the lower swell of her belly. On cue, Yuki removed her hands from his head, placed them on top of her belly, and began her breathing techniques she was taught.

Pressure began the shutter and tense within her midsection and her pelvis. It wasn't terribly strong. Yet it felt so tense, yet so natural. They have both remembered the teachings of the maternity books. Lucifer was the only few who paid close attention to every detail. Even if it were headed to more… graphic parts. Oh, would he dare to mention how she sounded? The young mother hummed and whimpered lightly, focusing solely on her breathing. It was music to his ears. Part of him wished he could hear her like this for as long as he'd want.

When the first of many of these "waves" subsided, Yuki exhaled deeply and relaxed. Shifting her hips slightly, she leans down to kiss the top of Lucifer's head. He felt much more relaxed from that. Tender even. He looked at Yuki's belly and used both hands to move up and down, caressing it. Entranced by the strength of her body. She's also kind enough to let Lucifer kiss her beautiful baby bump.

"No doubt, you'll bring a whole new life into the world." He murmured. "You have every reason to feel proud of yourself." Then he looked up at his partner as she gazed down at him, even if her belly made it harder to see. She gave a slightly confused look back at him before she spoke.

"There's no need to be anxious, Luci dear.~ She said, changing her tone at the end. "It'll be a while before I make room for her to make a grand entrance."

Lucifer sigh as he got up. He even helped Yuki up to her feet from the bed. Not before putting a hand under her chin and kissing her lips boldly. She wasn't taken aback of how forward he is, and even allowed his tongue to meet her own. When he pulled away, Yuki panted for air as she wrapped her arm around him and he did the same. Both of them walked out of the guestroom so the young mother could spend more time laboring with her other six partners. This is just the beginning of her labor, and she felt so ready to go forward with the ones closest and most intimate with her.

An hour or so passed, and the progress of these “pangs” became more regular. Steadier, stronger, closer together. It sure wasn’t as easy to keep them in check. Especially if you claim to be as “great” as Mammon. His younger brother Leviathan was present too. They and Yuki are in the common room (the same room where Yuki first met the brothers). She sat on the chair facing the fireplace. Levi undoing her braid (because it promotes better blood flow according to her), while his older brother knelt next to her. Propped his elbow on the armchair and held Yuki's hand.

When they were not becoming an anxious mess once another strong sensation overcome her, they both stared at Yuki in awe. Mesmerized even. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders and hips, the sports bra nearly at its breaking point trying to contain her milk-filled tits. If her pregnant glow wasn't enough before, the golden glow of the fireplace made her radiate. Once she had to breathe through a contraction, both of them did well on the pressure points they were taught to deal with according to their clever, but short-tempered younger brother. Levi used both hands to massage her shoulders while Mammon applied some counterpressure on Yuki’s widened hips and plush outer thighs. They've even praised her with whispered affirmations.

"You got this one, don'cha babe?." One of them said,

"Y-Y-You're absolutely stunning!" Another one said, whispering behind her ear.

Of course it was much more challenging to stay calm for all of them. The baby was pressing, barreling, almost grinding against her still opening cervix. Low. She felt so low. Low enough to slip out at any given time, but that's impossible. The extra amount of trickling fluid didn't help either. When the pressure finally released, the three of them relaxed simultaneously. Mammon was especially relieved.

"That contraction didn't bother ya too much, did it?" He asked.

Her eyes fluttered open but frowned down at him.

"Mammon, I told you NOT to use that word." She answered. Levi glared back at him with a towel in hand. He shrugged his shoulders in response.

That was how it went for them. Yuki is already halfway in dilation, which is a good sign that her little girl was well on her way. Spending time with two brothers who gave each other a bit of a hard time. Yet they made sure to put Yuki's care first and foremost. They assisted her with resilience. Their younger brothers would surely follow suit.

Now the pangs were hitting ever closer and more intensely than ever. Yuki didn't think she processed as quickly as she did. Not Satan. The blonde hair demon could tell she'll deliver soon enough. This time, they're both in the library. They both experiment with different positions and vocal tones. Those were helpful to either relax or cope as the waves crashed within her womb. Her favorite part is the essential oils. It was Asmodeus' idea, as it so happened that he arrived to check on them both. Followed up by the twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Satan filled them in on the current situation before he left to take care of something else in the living room.

The three youngest brothers went up to Yuki. Asmo embraced her, while the twins nuzzled her from behind. Their presence gave her much needed comfort during and between the intensities. Swapping spots periodically. Massage her. Sore areas and pressure points on her slim yet curvy body. Kissing her lips. Her cheek. Her neck. Her shoulders. Stimulating her. First taking off the sports bra to finally free her sore breast. Then wrapping their lips around her hard nipple and pinching the other. Then they kiss her taut belly lower and lower, until they kiss directly on her petals, and the sensitive pearl within. The second their mouth was set in place, the young mother went from whimpering and panting to a half-moan, half-whine that sounded deliciously sublime. She could tell by the electricity tingling up and down her spine, they took her physical and emotional care to the next level. Many internal squeezes, contractions, whatever you call came and went. One after the other. Soon as the latest was over, one of brothers first slipped their fingertips in their mouth and they checked on Yuki's process.

She has just hit transition.

The twins left first as they head to meet up the others as planned. A few minutes later, arm and arm, the other two demons followed in their footsteps. Taking the opportunity between the powerful waves, they walked (and waddled) toward the halls until they reached the doors to the dining room. Asmo looked at the exhausted and reluctant demon. When her timid eyes met his own, he gave her a reassuring smile. With his free hand, he passively forced the door open, and they both entered.

"Look at what we did, darling!" He said as he pointed out something. Yuki raised her head, and what did she see on her left?

The once empty living room was now fully redecorated. String lights held by the two chandeliers were decorated with butterflies and crystals, and flowers and stars. The walls were covered in pastel-colored crepe streamers. The extra pillows and flower petals were made in a big circle like a giant nest, surrounded by lanterns on the floor. Save the fireplace under the large mirror. Lucifer and his brothers were already waiting for them both.

Everything was finally ready. All those nine long months would be rewarded for their marvelous significance ahead of them all. The eight of them each sat on color-coded cushions on different spots of the "nest". Yuki sat upright in the center (of course), with a thick towel under her legs. Lucifer and Satan knelt behind her with their arms wrapped around her own and gripped her hands gently. Her legs spread wide open like the butterfly wings on her back. Mammon and Levi held on to one leg, and Beel and Belphie held the other leg. With no one else to be, Asmo knelt in front at Yuki’s feet in full display. Full-term, fully nude, fully open. Full of last-minute anxiety.

"I…I…I-" she couldn't even form a sentence. Almost lost in a thick fog of her emotions at this point. The timing couldn't be worse, as her belly turned a bloody pink with a brutally powerful contraction.

"Yuki."

Hearing her name being called, she anchored back into reality. Her eyes watering, chest heaving, heartbeat thundering. Even what she's about to go through, the world around her seems to slow down. She looks at her sires. Up front, right, and left. Surrounded by warmth by the hearth, safety, and most importantly. Unconditional love.

"If you would both allow us," Lucifer spoke up after clearing his throat. "We all have one more surprise." He turned to his youngest brother.

“Belphegor?”

Belphie turns his head to Lucifer and nods his head.

First, he sang a verse of a song. Then Levi as he caressed her leg, and then Asmo made Yuki look up at him with his fingers under her chin. Next up was Satan rubbing his thumb on her hand. Followed up by Mammon, then Lucifer right after him, and finally Beel. At last the choir of their voices sang out in unity is unlike anything she had ever heard. She could’ve sworn that they sounded like angels. With no one else to blame, not even herself. Her mind and body were put at ease. Even the child who is about to leave her tight home can hear their voices too. Allowing both mother and child allowed their words to strike directly at their hearts. Especially with the final two words.

“My Love.”

That's it. Her intern wisdom activates just as the pressure begins to grow in a different way. Yuki, feeling empowered, closed her eyes and smiled softly. For a quick moment, her seven partners were awestruck. Her beauty and her strength transformed her. To them, she's become a goddess, hands down. They were ready. The demon mother inhaled through her nose and tucked her chin. The baby's head weighing on the fully open cervix.

With everyone present, she gave in to the urge to push for the very first time. Yuki is giving birth, and it felt just... Right.

Her glossy orb of a belly became brick hard with each future wave. Feeling the large sphere descend into her vagina. Into the canal. Already slippery wet and silky-smooth, despite how tight it is.

The expansion of the mussel and tissue is almost inconceivable, as if it was being stimulated. She made sure her first delivery would be extra precious. Even when the wave subsided, she caught her breath. Her eyes lulled, but twinkle with a mix of contentment and ecstasy.

This was a birth the princes have ever been present too. Whether they were embarrassed or not. If they felt shameful or not. They made sure to keep her legs far back without feeling restricted. When she did get time to rest, they made sure to whisper their praises and encouragement. If the opportunity allowed them so, they'd kissed her knuckles, her shoulders and cheek. Yuki looked and felt illegally sexy. Her ponderous skin glamorizes. She wished with all her heart and soul on how wonderful she felt in the midst of childbirth.

Yuki's breathing hitched, and this time allowed her breath to bring her baby downwards. Feeling the child continue to fall even lower than ever before (as her head stretching her walls nicely). Though her face showed concentration, she grasped two of her partner's hands a bit tighter. It felt great to feel her little one moving sinking into her vaginal passageway.

Though she grunted from the back of her throat, her voice is so soft and so light. Completely obedient to her body's instincts with her breathing, panting, and moaning and such. So why did she need to hold back? She deserved this.

The garden flower, her glistening pussy, turned rose red. Already swollen and throbbed desperately. Once the pressure released, she felt the size, shape and weight of her daughter's head just pressed behind her labia. Though not enough to see her hair (yet). Both mother and daughter have full control. Any spike of pain washes away with pleasure in its place. She shifted her wide hips, cradling side-to-side. Prioritizing the quiet arrival of "their" baby girl.

Everyone else was laser-focused on her sacred place (but not in a perverted way), as if they suddenly felt their eyes drawn directly to the flower seconds away from opening up. Exactly in the position she only dreamed. When she'll bring forth the ultimate gift. Then Yuki closed her eyes and gives a big, yet tender push.

Finally, it happens. Her pussy lips began to open and bloom revealing the baby's scalp immediately followed by wet, slick hair. Everyone was astonished, if not dumbfounded. They can only sit and watch as the head almost makes the teardrop shape before the pressure vanishes. The head withdrew from view, but not by a lot..

When Yuki opened her eyes and caught her breath, she let go of one of their hands and reached down to her raw, sensitive opening. As she felt her fingertips press against her daughter's head, she gasped as much as she grinned. The love for their child was felt in every fiber of her being. Her partners could tell by looking. There is no rush, yet she longs to feel her small body in her arms. Even her body seemed to be just as eager when Yuki breathed into her nose and pushed.

The baby's head continues to emerge slowly. Her slick, baby-filled cunt squelched and almost squeaked. Her head became a teardrop again, then the tight opening grew bigger, and bigger. Wider and wider. By the time the pressure dissolves, Yuki held on to the full, and very tight crown as she catches her breath. When it looked so pretty before, THIS was the newest definition of beautiful. She has so much curly brown hair! Sure it sizzled, but she didn't care. Alas, her gorgeous form was for a brief moment.

Yuki pushed lightly, as the other watched the soft forehead appears into view. As if the baby will come out facing up to her mother, one prince decides to use his free hands and is placed under the crowning head of his daughter. Their daughter. Yuki huffed and grunted lightly as she tries looking over her impressively large belly to see for herself. At first her brow emerged, followed up by a pair of lashes, a button of a nose, and finally…

*Pop!*

Her mouth and chin appear, with all of her head successfully birthed (with some amount of fluid spilling out,) as she rests on their waiting palms. Everyone, including the mother was overcome with emotion. Her face… Like a handmade porcelain doll of flesh and bone. She looks so…captivating. So tranquil. They did not even notice her curly black horns and frilly-shaped ears. It was immeasurable love in its purest form.

One of them checks for the umbilical cord to be sure it wasn't around her neck. When he gave a nod of approval to Yuki, she wasted no more time. Giving in to her final push, she shuts her eyes tightly.

Even as the baby rotates to make room for her shoulders, the calming atmosphere of the living room seems to hold its breath.

The light touch of the emerging shoulder stimulating her clit. Yuki suddenly bucked her hips and came hard. Her newly born daughter emerged completely in a rush, surprising everyone. She is free.

Meanwhile, far on the different side of the Devildom. (Of hell itself). Within the castle of the Demon Lord, Prince Diavolo walked the barren hallways. His most trusted steward would always follow behind him. But when he turned around, he saw him staring at the tall window.

“Barbatos!” He called out. “What’s up?”

As he walks up to him, he can feel a presence unlike anything he felt. It wasn’t even a magical presence. His butler slowly looked up at his young master. He knew what would and has happened. But he simply said the following to him…

“She has come.”

Barbatos wasn't one to be joking around with. When “he” was the one who directly spoke to the "then" heavily pregnant Yuki, that the birth of her child will change everything. Just as the prophecies written in ancient scriptures have now been put to fruition. Especially when it wasn’t exactly how anyone else thought it went down. The moment of this specific birth was felt across the three realms. While the new family is free to love their own child, many others would fear her sinister aura.

Back at the House of Lamentation, (the palace mansion), the softest wails was heard across the rooms. The infant’s harmonic cries filled the room with rapture, proving that she is alive and well. The eight demons were utterly moved by what they witnessed. Yuki wept tears of joy as she finally snuggled her new daughter so close to her heart, as her seven sires’ embrace and basked in the glow of the special child. The child who mostly looked just like her mother before she became a demon. Dare she'd say, that this entire experience was 'pure magic'.

When the cries started to dwindle and cooed, and as her mother swaddled her new daughter in a soft blanket, the first of two remarkable qualities was discovered.

“Yo… move your hand.” Mammon said nervously.

“Huh, what.. Why?” asked Yuki, confused. His other brothers turned to face him with their brows lowered. But she did as she was told, and lifted her head to see her child’s back.

“Guys look!” she cried.

They turned their heads to see the little demons back. Not that she has “six” itty-bitty black wings on her back. Yuki pointed at the back of her neck, and there it was. On the nape is what looked to be a sort of birthmark, the color of twilight’s shade. It had a combination of shapes to make it look like a bird. The diamonds for the eyes, a heart for the beak, the two horns and teardrops for its wings. The body a seven pointed star, and most infamously, the tail the shape of an upside-down cross.

When they all weren’t paying attention, the little demon took the opportunity to shift down to her mother’s breast. Plush lip latch around her nipple and began to suckle. Yuki squeaked in response, until she and everyone else caught on that the girl started nursing.

“She must’ve been hungry.” Beel mused.

After watching her nurse for a bit, the demonic infant revealed her second most remarkable yet unexpected quality. Her eyes popped open as looked up directly at her mother.

Rainbow irises. The child literally has rainbow colored eyes! With an added bonus that her eyes change colors from a rainbow to match her mother’s brown eyes. Just by simply blinking. Even with this revelation, they still loved their little girl. No matter what.

When the child was a few hours old, she wore proper baby clothes and laid in her crib. Her parents watchings over.

The proud mother, though weakened from events prior, now wore her favorite soft bathrobes. With one hand on the rail of the crib, the other gently placed on her now flatten belly. Yuki muses over how much they loved her repeatedly. One of them glazed over her shoulder.

“So.. what name did you choose for her?” they asked. Yuki sighed in frustration but could not help but giggle.

“Genesis. That’s her name”. She answered.

Silence filled the room as the brothers were left to think. The more they thought about that specific name, the more it made sense. Yuki turns around and suddenly presents herself and waits for them to notice her, and when they do, she speaks.

“This child of ours is a dream come true. But I felt pity that you all fought over me while I was pregnant. I want to try again but make a few changes while repeating the experiences I adored, even with its flaws.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Yuki?” His brothers looked at him and back at her. The new mother's response.

“From this moment henceforth, I’m willing to give my body to each and every one and carry your children at a time.” It left six of them almost flabbergasted, but Asmodeus was delighted.

“Oooh, Yuki! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asked.

The edges of her lips curve into a much bigger (and shameless) smile.

“Of course! Dreams change. Now, I’ve always wanted a big family.”

Yuki’s journey started as a dying human in the woods, and now she’s become the broodmare for seven demons. In the coming years, she’ll have many, many children who will leave their marks on the three realms. Especially Yuki herself, who she’ll be known in history as…

The AkuMother.

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theladyyavilee · 5 months

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Tag Game: Fandom Edition

Tagged By: @mistmarauder my beloved <3333 thank you jess, this was sooo fun to fill out actually!!!

Current Hyperfixation: LOTR/The Hobbit/Sansukh - for like, the 37th time or so, it always comes back and also is kind of a christmas/new year's tradition at this point

Previous Hyperfixation: Love between Fairy and Devil (and other cdramas, honestly they still kinda have me in a chokehold and I'll probs return in a day or two) and BG3 (always always always, this one's gonna stick with me I think <3)

honorary mention to 9-1-1, the never-ending hyperfixation that sometimes quiets down a bit, but never vanishes - you'll get to watch me act like a sleeper agent being reactivated in the coming weeks once bts stuff starts to really get going 😌

Top 5 Ships of All Time: Buddie (9-1-1), Wangxian (The Untamed/MDZS), Eowyn/Faramir (LOTR), Spirk (Star Trek), Everlark (The Hunger Games)

honorary mention to Catradora (She-ra) and Viktuuri (Yuri on Ice) whom I very much love just for themselves, but whom I also wish I could send back in time so early teen me could have them as well <3

Top 5 Ships at the Moment: Wyllach (BG3), Legolas/Gimli (LOTR), Xiao Lanhua/Dongfang Qingcang (Love between Fairy and Devil), Varaday (The Magnificent Seven, thank you jess ://///), Jiang Xuening/Xie Wei/Zhang Zhe (Story of Kunning Palace)

Top 5 Fandoms of All Time: Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, 9-1-1, The Untamed/MDZS, Critical Role

Favorite Female Character of All Time: Eowyn of Rohan (Lord of the Rings)

Favorite Minor Character of All Time: Lan Jingyi (The Untamed/MDZS; I don't really know what exactly constitutes a minor character, but the loudest little Lan should count <3)

A Rarepair that you love: Wyllach my beloved (BG3; people are sleeping on them so bad it makes me want to tear my hair out!)

honorary mention to Jiang Xuening/Xie Wei/Zhang Zhe (Story of Kunning Palace) because I am a firm believer of OT3 solves the love triangle, especially if all three involved have insane chemistry <3 it's so sad this ship has like only 3 fics ._.

An OT3+ that you love: Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) and Elizabeth Burke/Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey (White Collar), because you literally could not make me choose between those two ships <3

Favorite Movie: Star Trek (2009), very closely followed by Three Wishes for Cinderella and The Martian <3

Favorite TV Series: 9-1-1 (nobody is surprised xD tho The Mentalist sure is a close second)

Favorite Book: Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

First Site you Ever Read Fanfiction on: [redacted] because teeny tiny fansite in my first language that existed only for one single fandom and has long since vanished off the internet

Where You Find Most of your Fanfiction Today: Ao3 my love <333

Favorite Social Media Site for Fandom: Tumblr (don't think any other social media site is suited for fandom actually 😌)

Tagging: @like-the-rest-of-la, @oneawkwardcookie, @stagefoureddiediaz, @captain-hen, @kitkatpancakestack and any of my followers that want to do it, I genuinely really really love reading through people's summarized fandom histories like this 👀👀👀👀

#about me #tag games #yes I picked more options than I was supposed to for almost all of them SUE ME 😤

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zutraeumen · 2 years

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Materialistic Seduction

This is a part of my one-shot book about Raiden called: Ceraunophile. You can find the whole book on these platforms: FanFiction, AO3, Wattpad or Quotev. Mortal Kombat belongs to its respectful owners.

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Materialistic Seduction [+18]

"Do you think this looks better than the mustard one?"

Sonya asked you as you turned around to give your opinion on another dress your friend tried on. For what occasion one might ask? Well, answer that for yourself- just kidding. Johnny had asked Sonya to be his date for the premiere of his new film, and Sonya (not surprisingly) had no suitable dress in her closet. Not for a red-carpet event at least.

Hell, you didn't possess one either, so who were you to judge?

As a true best friend should, Sonya had asked for your help, and you, as a best friend should, didn't even hesitate to accompany her on a trip to the mall. You saw no harm in helping out, to be another pair of eyes here for you to find the best fit.

Only then did you realize just how bad of an idea taking you was.

You had literally never bought a dress for yourself IN YOUR LIFE! How were you to know what colours would match your best friend?!

"It does, but I have a feeling something blue would make your hair stand out more. Hmm..." trailing off, you perused the different articles, acting as if you had any real idea of what specifically you were looking for.

Admit it, you were just trying to sound a bit helpful even though you were doing most of the research on the spot. Behind your friend's back while the blonde was changing, googling as a woman possessed for articles that gave you an incentive on what colours to look out for.

Elder Gods, your inner woman felt pathetic.

Okay, enough self-pity, get over yourself, this shouldn't be that hard! Just turn on your brain and make logical connections!

You stood by your belief that a turquoise blue would most brilliantly stand out against Sonya's blond tress and matching blue eyes. Plain was off the table, it HAD to be something glamorous so it matched with her date's personality as much as it would shock him once he would lay eyes on her. You were convinced that with Sonya's level of confidence and sculpted body, she had what it took to rock any dress.

Your mind was running seven miles per hour at this point as you searched for a worthy candidate for what you had envisioned and- OH MY GOD THAT DRESS THERE WAS PERFECT!

It didn't take much for you to imagine your best friend in this piece of art. With gentle fingers, you took it off its hanger and presented it to the Commander.

"This Sonya, trust me, this is the one we've been looking for."

You tell her, sounding positively captivated by your choice, your friend noted discreetly as Sonya made her way to the changing room. She emerged after a short amount of time, slowly falling in love with the magnificent piece herself as you stood by her side against the massive mirror.

"[Y/N], I have to say, you might be right. It does look kinda good on me."

Your head almost unscrew itself from your spine so fast did you turn to your friend, unbelieving of what you were hearing, "Kinda?! Girl, don't tell me no bullshit, you look positively ravishing! Johnny's jaw will be hanging on the floor for the rest of the evening, you'll see!"

Sonya simply stood still as your verbal charade ended, arms crossed and one brow raised, questioning.

"Is that tone I am hearing, soldier?"

"Noooooo, but seriously, if I were Johnny, I wouldn't hesitate to jump your bones."

"Like those guys sending you bedroom eyes at the gym?" She retorted and a frown settled on your determined face before it morphed into disgust. You said it before, you didn't appreciate any other eyes on you than Raiden's.

"Ew, no, I pass."

"Thought so, not when you have caught yourself a god."

...

Thoroughly shocked, with words caught in your throat, you made an incomprehensible indignant sound to fill the space with your confusion. A furious blush has taken over your face while you sputtered questions along the lines of 'How', 'Why' and 'When'.

Sonya, with a soft quirk of lips, supplied, "You didn't think I wouldn't notice my best friend suddenly disappearing with the Thunder God in the middle of the dancefloor?"

"Uhm, yes?" You reply, trying not to act too guilty about being caught red-handed by your best friend, who should have been the first to know.

"You are right, I didn't make the connection at first. Johnny told me."

Now you were sheepish and embarrassed in equal measure. How did a harmless conversation turn this uncomfortable? Well, someone outing your secret and then being confronted about it wasn't going to be pleasant for anyone, but alas, you were at fault for not sharing.

You only hoped your bestie would understand why you had kept it from her.

Disapproving, you shook your head, muttering a 'Fucking snitch!' under your breath. Sonya couldn't help but laugh at what you said. You looked into her eyes and then let them drop.

"I am sorry for not telling you. You must angry at me."

Gowns and events forgotten, Sonya put a comforting hand on your shoulder, "You don't have to be and anyways, would I have asked for your help if I were truly mad at you?"

Most likely not, you nodded knowingly at her, beyond thankful that your little secret hadn't created a rift in your friendship.

"Does he make you happy?"

There wasn't any need to answer as the gratifying smile that broke out on your lips showed your friend the true extent of happiness your boyfriend - Sonya never thought she would come to associate the stoic Thunder God with that word - caused by simply being your significant other.

"Anyways, let's wrap things up here so we can grab a cuppa, don't you say?"

Glad to shrug off the tension, the idea of a hot cup of sweet tea sounded appealing, "Sounds good to me."

And after a quick visit to the cashier, Sonya's purse felt lighter than before as the two of you enjoyed your warm beverages with a dose of light-hearted small talk. Although you could tell that your best friend became curious pertaining to the details of your romantic liaison with Raiden.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

The air felt light around you two, having achieved all that you came to the shopping centre for. The day seemed to be concluded, you figured as Sonya finished her coffee, and you would soon part ways amicably.

That was how you thought it would play out.

Sonya had other ideas. Terrible ideas. Why in the Elder Gods were you going into a fancy lingerie shop?

Let me rephrase that.

WHY THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING OVER SEXY UNDERWEAR?!

"Umm, Sonya?" You waited for her gaze to settle on you, "What are we doing here?"

"Spicing things up for you."

Confused, you asked, "Why?"

"For the bedroom."

Offended, you asked again with a slight shrill in your tone, "WHY?"

"Dunno. We can't call it a shopping trip if only I get to buy something. We have to get you something too!"

"But why lingerie?!" You hissed through gritted teeth.

"Because you need it!"

"Do not!"

"You do!"

"DO NOT!"

"Oh for Christ's sake [Y/N], you're running around in sports bras long enough! Just imagine the face Raiden will make once he sees you in one of those. You will have him salivating like a dog."

This wasn't how you imagined him to react at all, he wasn't some prude after all. But the intensity with which he would look upon you, you could picture in your mind. With relative ease, you could see the last tethers of his self-control snapping within seconds before he would strike and ravage your alluring body to new heights.

The thought made you impossibly aroused, and say what it may about you, that was all it took for you to follow through with Sonya's idea.

So this was how you ultimately ended up posing in front of your bathroom mirror a few hours later, in nothing but your freshly bought underwear; a matching chemise discarded on the toilet lid. After one last contemplating glance at your reflection, you splashed your face with water for refreshment and jumped into bed.

Though with no intention to sleep as you waited for the return of your Thunder God.

Raiden came to you sooner than you expected, and you nervously adjusted your position to look as seductive as possible. You know, like those playboy models that some boys in your high school seemed to hinge on during the breaks.

But the fantasies and possible scenarios kept you wanting and desperate. More than you ever have been.

Your heart picked up as you heard the bedroom door open, rusty hinges squeaking with the movement (you'd have to oil them soon). The darkness of the room hid your nervous silhouette. A short silence followed that had your body itching in anticipation and impatience, close to being unbearable when a rustle of cloth permeated the room's silence.

Raiden was taking his clothes off, you could tell, and none the sooner you felt your mattress dip with his weight. Any time soon, he would notice and confront you about it, only...

He did nothing. Simply continued to lie on his side of the bed. Feeling lost, your mind ran on overtime as you drummed over other solutions to your small problem. Perhaps you weren't as straightforward with your intent as you imagined.

In an attempt to catch his attention without blowing your cover, you shuffled closer with some made-up noises. Once you were skin-to-skin, enough to invite him to touch you and discover his surprise, now you were positively thrumming energy.

Yet it still amounted to nothing, no reaction at all, and even your sexual drive slowly receded with the lack of interest. It left you disappointed in him and most importantly, yourself, as you couldn't have failed more spectacularly than this.

With that in mind, you disregarded any possible option of continuing and prepared yourself for a frustrated attempt at falling asleep. In the end, you did somehow end up falling asleep but you don't even remember how long it took you as you found yourself slowly awakening within the next moment.

Not to the morning light shining through the gasp of your drapes.

Not to the hooting of cars in a faraway street.

Not even the barking of that Rottweiler your neighbours kept walking in the morning hours.

It was a tender sensation, not quite like a touch, but soft to be misjudged as one. A faint humming gave the atmosphere a warmth that made a smile blossom on your face. If only every morning with Raiden could be like this. Warm and sweet, like a fine tea to get rid of residual sleepiness.

Raiden had other ideas though, once his eyes drank the utterly sensual sight of you. The silky sheets pooled messily around as you rested on your side, away from him, with a pillow tucked underneath your head. You embodied the epitome of peace. It was, however, not the only thing he noticed in his visual venture.

He had never seen you in such revealing clothing before and he particularly liked the light blue chemise that looked, against the few rays of gold, like a holy veil. And your body an altar to be worshipped. In that case, he would gladly adhere to the role of a devoted believer.

However, your innocence certainly conjured the most sinful ideas in his imagination. Devoid of ill intent, but full of lust and desire. The images came to him easily, seamlessly transitioning and overlapping into a vision so pleasurable, he got hard in no time.

About how he could take you. How he could elicit in you the greatest heights of ecstasy. In different positions. Through different touches. Through...

At first, it had him taken back. Fantasizing was an entirely new thing for his virtuous self after all and for a second, he reprimanded himself. That he shouldn't be thinking of you with such depraved thoughts. Especially not while you were SLEEPING! But you had a way of sweeping away the very foundations his being stood on.

And this time was no different.

He decided, in a valiant effort to calm down, to listen to your periodic huffs of small breaths. His mind wouldn't pounce on that, surely. But it did, viciously, as he thought about how it sped up during your shared passion and he resisted the urge to grind his aching need into the sheets, or worse, you.

He would have no words for his actions if you woke up to him rutting against you like some sort of animal, not the dignified individual that he presumed himself to be.

How could he want you this strongly by only gazing at you? By this point, he was getting desperate for you. For your warmth. For the way you sometimes whispered his name lewdly into his ear, or screamed it when Raiden brought you to peak-

"Hmm... Raiden?" you called out sleepily, a lilt of confusion to your small voice that had him repressing his befuddled state even more. But a roaring fire once stoked, could hardly be put out by the wind. It only served to enhance the frenzied flame that churned inside of him.

He wanted to greet you into waking up to a new day, but he feared his voice would give him away, if his inappropriate actions haven't already.

The god's silence gave your time to sober up a bit. The sleep-induced grogginess gradually faded with the realization of space and time. It was morning, not too early but not yet noon as well. You felt rested, despite the disappointment from yesterday.

However, as you turned to catch a glance of Raiden, you realized something was wrong. He was frowning, like when he was in deep thought, but it looked as if he was particularly conflicted this time around.

It couldn't have been of the positive kind, as his body appeared tense, muscles tightened like a bowstring, "Honey, talk to me, what's wrong?"

His eyes flickered to yours hurriedly, as if he was deliberately concentrating on anything that wasn't you. That was when you saw just how much they had darkened, glazed over with unbridled desire, and the sight alone debauched you in ways only your Thunder God could.

Unlike other times though, you had no intentions of giving in easily this time. You'd act cross with him since he had, unknowingly mind you, denied you release yesterday. Sly wasn't a trait one would associate with you in any concept, but that was before Raiden became part of your life, and before you experienced the infuriating feeling of sexual frustration.

Teasingly, you ran a hand across his feverish skin, and as expected, it elicited a violent shudder from your lover, "Gods, Raiden, you are shivering! Should I get you something to warm up?"

At loss for words as he seemed, a simple 'no' made it out of his orifice. You yourself had no words to describe the empowerment you felt, but you would indulge in such depraved thoughts once you were done with your mission.

Feigning the notion of not knowing better, you continued with your charade of concern, "Should I fetch you another blanket or? Oh, tea! Right! I'll go and make you some oolong tea. That will surely warm you up!"

Just as you were about to let him be on his own, a sturdy arm came around your mind, momentarily robbing your breath due to its force as Raiden brought you to himself. Your instincts tingled with danger as you felt him exhale against the shell of your ear.

"I... I need you."

Gosh, you might as well have died right there, right now. You could swear his baritone had never dropped this low. Coupled with those sensuous syllables dripping from his mouth like fine silk, well, it left the empty walls of your channel to clench around nothing. He had you right back to where you were yesterday, and from this standpoint, it seemed that what you had in mind seemed far crueller than initially thought.

But you would not let him have his way quite yet, as sorely tempted as you were.

Like a cat that got the cream, you cooed with barely constrained amusement.

"Are you running a fever as well, my dear?"

A hand of yours, tingling with residual needles, swept across the smooth skin of his forehead to find it absolutely packed with heat (as if you weren't burning up from the inside out). You were curious to see how far you could push him with this. If you could manage to coax out his rougher - no, hmmm, how should you put his - primal? - side of him.

You simply wanted him to explore those intimate parts of himself that he had yet to discover.

"Nay, my love! I-"

Taking his hesitation into an advantage, you rushed out of his embrace to saunter off into the kitchen like a feline that got her way, with a pronounced sway to your hips, enticing him further. Fighting to keep the Cheshire grin off your face, the hungry gaze of his would have pulled you back to him like a string.

Once you have passed the door and out of sight, your palm moved to your heart almost immediately, overwhelmed and unbelievably shaky. You actually pulled that off! With your timid nature no less! Willpower next to none!

It was hugely out of character, ESPECIALLY for someone like you, who most jerks would call a good girl. Complaisant and obedient. But your actions spoke louder than words. Denying him once inspired some braver parts of you to poke the dragon doubtlessly hidden inside of him.

Whether you would come to regret it was up to the upcoming minutes.

Although seriously speaking, the god would have to approach with some unconventional tastes to truly scare you off. But you were confident that wasn't to be the case with him. You simply didn't peg him as an overly kinky guy.

Lost in your musing, the lurking giant behind you totally escaped your notice until you felt him against your diminutive frame, touch scorching as he, with all the time in the world, caressed your curves as one would touch something delicate.

And indeed, for him, that was the bottom line of words that were worthy enough of your person. Sometimes he wished to study more words to bequeath you with, for he feared that he had already exhausted every vocable there was, and it felt shortcoming. A shame it may be, the Thunder God preferred to be a man of actions than words, he felt most strongly compelled to do such when all coherency has fled his mind. Which, often not, happened the moment you injected him with desire.

A craving which, the longer your romantic relationship went on, became more defined and pronounced to a point where the god had fewer inhibitions in expressing yearnings that his responsibility to Earthrealm prevented from being realized before.

With the shackles that he so willingly imposed on himself, there was no remedy from their weight before you entered the picture. In truth, he hadn't been all that aware of it. How much depended on him. In the midst of all of that, the importance of free time never crossed his mind.

There wasn't really much to him as a person other than his onus. On some days, he liked to entertain the idea that he might have been born BECAUSE of this purpose. Consider it his own little pep talk for the harder days.

He thought that was part of being a God.

But you showed him that was no at all there was to it.

Alas, were he of clear mind, he might have waxed poetry the likes of the greatest poets of human history. That privilege, however, Raiden would leave for another day when your pliable body wasn't giving him ideas that would make the devil blush.

And he had every intention of going through it... only with your consent.

"My love," he rumbled so deliciously into your ear, "my goddess, let me adore you."

You gulped as you felt his member prodding against your lace panties, hell might have felt cooler than your core. His words quickly chased any form of teasing you might have planned. The poor tea was discarded and forgotten in an instant.

Rationality was exchanged for the unbearable ache for him. A wildfire was sparked between the two of you and your arm reached behind you, to tangle your fingers into his uncombed hair, inching his head closer to the neck that you have craned in response to his desire. Following his lust, he wasted no time skimming his velvety lips against the exposed patch of skin; it smelled like vanilla (or so his nose tried to convince him) and it made him bury his nose into you with greater fervour.

The open-mouthed kisses meant to devour you had you lapping for breath, leaving you with a feeling of being drowned, and yet not. His passion was difficult to put into words, but you felt how it challenged you to match it, mirrored by the way you tightened your grip on his strands. He growled against you and a girlish yelp left you as he spun you around to effortlessly lift you onto the kitchen counter. A fleeting image of this one time when he had tried to make you something to eat flitted through your mind, how adorably sweet he had been caked in flour.

Now it had become a stage that resembled another porn video. Cooking, from this point on, would become rather interesting after the two of you were done.

Fuck, look at him! What a sight he makes!

Positively BURNING for you. Thrumming with sexual tension that was about to explode into something so mind-boggling that you almost couldn't contain your excitement. Gone were those days were such activities scared the hell out of you. It was so easy to give yourself over to him without a second thought. To fall into him, figuratively speaking.

His presence resonated a signal of security, inviting and welcoming anything and everything. You have never felt such with any other person of the other sex and it liberated you in your actions immensely. There was a tightening sensation in your chest, a sort of vigorous tingling with each touch of your lover, so positively possessed to be part of your very being by the way he latched himself to you.

You never needed anyone so much as him at this moment, and it didn't terrify you to act on your desire.

"Damn, t-touch me, Raiden. I need to feel you."

You never heard yourself beg for something this desperately, and blushed at how it sounded to your own ears. You would have cared, but the god's hands were already working on unwrapping you from the set of lingerie you had bought yesterday specifically for him. Sonya's idea appeared so brilliant to you now, that some part of you regretted fighting against it in the first place.

The god's mind was bereft of words as he took a moment to gaze at your form, gloriously naked and within range for him to revere. Focused on fulfilling his word of practising worship upon your body. He made you the centre of his universe, and his intentions were clear when he spread your legs - when did he take off your panties? - and got on his knees, levelling his head with your dripping folds. His eyes could have burnt another hole in you by their vehemence and most surprisingly, there was no urge for you to close your legs out of shyness.

You felt POWERFUL, to have a literal god on his knees for you. Despite his masculinity that screamed dominance in this instance, you felt like the one who held the reins, so you arched your back a little and further opened those hips for him. A look flashed between the two of you as you offered your most intimate parts to the Thunder God. There would have to be found a new word to describe the level of wetness you achieved when he lowered his face to your crotch.

You couldn't help but hyperfocus on his lips, and he couldn't look away from your petals, surrounded by a soft patch of hair. There was a bit of a warm, coiled tension, your muscles started to tense up in anticipation, expressed in the way you let out a shuddering moan once his lips made first contact.

"Oh my God, Raiden."

You were thankful that although you were both heavily drunk on longing, he didn't dip his feet too deep into the uncharted waters, and paused at times you needed him to. He began with kisses and licks that did a wonderful job of letting you adjust while also prepping you for the next steps. You prayed he would discover that he could use his tongue on his own because you mistrusted your ability to create any semblance of a sentence-

Oh! He did!

And it told you exactly what you've been missing out on. The sensation of an active, slippery tongue was foreign to your groin. It felt gratifying in the most unexpected ways, soothing an annoying itch you had since you felt his rod pushing against your rump. It was a different kind of penetration, not as invasive or linear. By the time you grew fairly accustomed to this squishy feeling, waves overlapping waves started building somewhere in your belly, the heat impacted you as much as his member would, but what really stood apart was the phenomenal texture and the way it inquisitively searched out every untouched nook and cranny of your channel. It was a good thing you showered before going to sleep.

The god in return, fuelled by basic instincts and youthful energy, intrinsically concentrated on his strenuous efforts as much as he tried to catalogue the new territory he had read about while doing research. The outer labia were plump and soft. He noticed as you become more and more aroused, the inner labia became engorged, wet, warm, and smooth to the tongue and lips.

They felt incredibly soft and squishy as the god alternated between kissing and licking, and he couldn't help but gently suck on them occasionally as well - you responded stronger to that. The pubic hair pleasantly rubbed on his cheeks, enriched by the rapturous smell he had yet to decipher. The vaginal opening had smooth, rounded edges that Raiden could feel with his tongue once he slipped it inside you as deep as it can reach. In and out, faster then slower, he could feel the slippery vaginal walls firmly around his muscle, beginning to constrict.

It happened instinctively, that you arched your back in response to a particularly precise stroke of his tongue, that you almost slipped off the kitchen counter weren't it for Raiden hefting his strong arms around your twitching thighs. Scrambling for purchase, which you found in his hair, sounds of delight freely flowed through your gaping mouth as he ate you out like a man starved. He also occasionally responded with a grunt or muffled groan that vibrated oh-so-deliciously against your sensitive skin.

Drunk on your pleasure, enraptured by your musky scent and most of all, ravenous for your marvellous taste. He gulped the cocktail of hormones, this nectar of life as if it were his sole purpose. Completely oblivious to his own mounting pressure on his purposefully neglected member. It was as he had exclaimed many times before - your pleasure was his pleasure.

The unabated truth came, you were close. Very, very close to finishing. Breath laboured despite not doing anything than grinding wantonly against his face, you miraculously chanced a glance at your lover and found him staring right back... and that had done it for you. His head between your legs, eyes deliberately keeping eye-control on your unravelled form would sear its way into your memory.

His name echoed in your ears even after you tried to collect yourself. Recovery was a slow process. A pleasant haze dizzied your vision as your breath eventually evened out. Any perception of time eluded you, but the buzz in your bones did not. Boneless, would describe it better.

"Raiden, honey," you started after regaining some sense, "that was absolutely amazing!"

When he didn't answer you, concern made its treacherous return to your mind. Had something happened during your climax?

Pushing your hunched upper body forward, you narrowed your eyes enough to analyze the state he was in, and within seconds you came to the sudden realization that it wasn't only you who had achieved completion.

You had come together.

Raiden servicing you was enough for him to get off with you. Would you possess an ego, it would have been on the roof by now. But being frugal suited you better, and you savoured the sight of his handsome face, from the nose down, soaked with a combination of your release and his own saliva while stroking his shambolic long hair.

That was one heck of a morning.

#raiden x reader #mk raiden #dark raiden #lord raiden #raiden mortal kombat #mortal kombat #netherrealm studios #explict #smut and fluff #oneshot #comfort #hard on #service #arousal

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murphychips · 1 year

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today in the library whilst working on the pitch for my CYOA game, there was a woman in her 60s or so sat behind me proofreading a biiiig stack of printed prose, and i assumed, you know, she must be a writer! so i lean back in my chair and say 'hello! are you a fellow novelist at work?' and she goes well no i write fanfiction actually

me: oh, me too! what fandom? her: well i used to write for the magnificent seven-- me: uh-huh her: --but now i write RPF about rammstein me:

anyway it turns out she's writing a fairy AU for rammstein and was telling me about how she loves writing genderfluid!richard and a bunch of petplay stuff too so i ended up telling her about my actual petplay experiences to which she goes 'oh! can i have your professional opinion on this scene?' and we ended up talking about BDSM and petplay for like a fucking hour.

in my absolutely stunlocked state i neglected to ask for her AO3 account but in my defence there was like. a LOT going on,

#i know so much more about rammstein than i EVER thought i would #she's really into hurt/comfort and aus in which richard is a kitty

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theblueharlequin · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chris Larabee/Ezra Standish Characters: Ezra Standish, Chris Larabee, Vin Tanner, Nathan Jackson, Josiah Sanchez, J. D. Dunne, Buck Wilmington Additional Tags: Never Repost My Work Anywhere, Linking is Fine, Period-Typical Homophobia, Homophobia, 5+1 Things, Bisexuality, Western, Mutual Pining Summary:

...and the one time he was told to get closer.

#The Magnificent Seven #my fanfiction #my writing #Chris Larabee #Ezra Standish

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concealedrecs · 1 year

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Notes:

I read a lot of fanfiction (I read a lot in general, I just also happen to read a lot of fanfiction). This blog was intended to be a place where I could actually write down some of my thoughts on individual works. Previously (as you can see in the pictures below) I have kept track of my reading on all pieces above 10k words in a Google Sheets document so that I can keep track of trends.

Right now I’m mostly reading BTS fanfiction, so by and large this will be a BTS fanfiction recommendation blog. But honestly I occasionally dip into other fandoms - The Untamed, KinnPorsche, James Bond, Magnificent Seven, etc. At this precise moment I’m digging through the Jikook tag chronologically, but I recently finished reading the Namgi tag so I’ll probably go back and pull some recommendations from that.

If you are the writer of a fic and you would like it removed from this list, please let me know. I’m happy to do so.

You can find me on @concealedthread on Twitter

#BTS fic rec #fic rec blog

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sofoulandfairaday · 2 years

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Have you read The Seven Devils by thesehunprint?

It’s a Tom Riddle/OC fic with lots of horror and Slavic mythology. It’s actually the one fic I’ve read with Tom being with an OC that I feel is actually meant for him.

Also the writing is just magnificent, I literally wanted it tattooed on my heart. It’s also incredibly in character and even the side characters are so complex.

No, I actually haven't, Anon. Mainly because I don't read character x OC fanfictions - most of them, in this fandom, are simply atrocious. Moreover, I rarely read Lord Voldemort/Tom Riddle with anyone who isn't Bellatrix - I either get bored or, if there's bashing, irritated.

However, if you say that this one is particularly good I might put it on my TBR (which is very long, though, so no promises!)

#asks #tom riddle #lord voldemort #answered

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yugaroad · 2 years

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Yugioh Sevens:Training party:

Anime:Yugioh Sevens

Ship:AsanaXTiger

Fanfiction type:One shot

Tag:Machines,Training friendship,party

Asana loved riding through the fields on her trusty machine calvary,R6.Feeling the light warm breeze blowing past her.The sun shining down on her.The blue cloudless sky making her look into her future.The beautiful flowers,with their magnificent fragrance.

Despite all of this,Asana did not ride R6 to experience this feeling,but because she had another business to take care of.

Asana was brought back to reality as she heard shouting and sound of objects breaking.

Soon,reaching the top of a hill,she saw the source of the voice.It was Tiger,Kamijou Haruka,practising her martial arts. She was breaking wooden dolls after another shouting”Hya” everytime doing so.

After demolishing all dolls,she took a deep breath.”Haruchi!”Tiger looked up at the hill,and saw Asana waving. She smiled.”Yo,Asachi!”Tiger waved back.

Asana and Tiger settled down ont he bottom of the hill on a carpet.There were several handmade sandwitches,and drinks.

„Thank you for the meal.”Tiger said and started digging in.

„Thanks,Asachi.You’re a life saver.”Asna blushed a little.

„I figured you may need to eat something.”She said.

„Sure thing.”Tiger continued eating.She then finished and stood up.

„What about a duel?”Tiger offered.”Huh?”Asana looked at her puzzled.”As a thank you for the food.”Tiger explained.

„Alright.But I will not lose.”Asana smiled at her and stoop up.

„We will see about that.”Tiger smiled back.

„With the pride of the machine cavalry way!””With one breath!””Let’s rush duel!”The duel started.

-Later-

„Go,Constructor wyrm Buildragon! Heavy pride crush!”

Build dragon’s attack connected and destroyed Tiger’s Ensembull fighter,causing Tiger to lose a duel.”Ah!”

„That was a great duel,Haruchi.”Asana was standing over Tiger raising her hand to help her up.”Same here.But it is frustating to lose against you again.”Tiger said.”But next time I will win.”She assured Asana.

„Not if I can help it.”Both of them started laughing out loud.

„Now,I guess we should go home,since it is getting dark.”Asana cut in.”Agreed.I should take a shower.”They started giggling again.”I will ride home on R6.”A sound of agreement came from R6.”Thank you.”Tiger thanked her.

„You are welcome." Asana said.Then both of them got on R6 and they disappeared into the distance.

#yugioh sevens #yugioh go rush #asana mutsuba #haruka kamijo

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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What's Mine is Yours

Prompt: "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt." Requested By: @youngcroissantturkeyworribler

Pairing: Billy Rocks x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, just a short cute fluffy drabble.

Word Count: 812

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Mag7 Taglist: @spuffyfan394

Billy looked around the room as he entered, he frowned a little as he saw it was empty. You must still be out.

Sliding off his weapon's belt, and taking off his jacket, he sat down, letting out a deep breath. He tapped his fingers on the table a few times as he looked around the room. It was a decent size, bigger than some of the hotels you had been staying at recently.

Billy looked out the window, down at the street, wondering if he'd see you coming down the road. He had spent the whole day with Goody and Chisolm. He was tired, and hungry, but the main thing he wanted, was to see you.

Ever since the group took on this new job, he hadn't been able to see you much during the days. And even though he spent every night with you, he still missed you.

He must have missed seeing you walk to the hotel, because he heard the doorknob jiggle. His eyes shot to the door, the paranoid part of him glanced at his gun, noting how fast he could get to it in case. But as you stepped into the room, the thought faded completely.

Your eyes landed on him and you smiled brightly, glad to see him. He smiled in return, noting your damp hair, and the dirty clothes in your arms. You must have been at the bath-house.

"Hey." You greeted as you threw your things down. "You guys done already?" You asked as you walked over to him.

He reached out his arms as you moved to sit down in his lap. His eyes grazed over you as he nodded. "Yes. Now I can spend the evening with you."

"Is that a promise?" You asked.

He smirked and kissed your cheek, "Yes. And if anyone comes to try and take me away, I'll shoot them."

You grinned as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Are you hungry?"

He nodded, but kept his arms tightly around you. "Wait a little, I just wanna be with you for a while."

His eyes grazed over you a bit, and he hesitated as he looked at the shirt you were donning. His lips curled up a bit as he spoke softly.

"Is that my shirt?"

You smiled at him. "You mean our shirt."

His brow shot up in a curious look as he met your eyes. "Our?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nodded. "Mhm. Don't you remember?"

He cocked his head slightly, and you saw the confusion in his eyes.

You cleared your throat lightly as you looked up at the ceiling, you spoke as if telling a story.

"Not too long after we got together, there was a day when I lost my best knife. I was disappointed, and annoyed because I needed one. You gave me one of your spares. I asked if you were sure I could use it, and you said 'What's mine-"

"Is yours." Billy finished your sentence as the memory came back. Paired with that memory, was another one. A time not too long later, when Billy ran out of water on a long trek. You gave him yours, he refused at first, stating he did not want to take your water. You smiled at him, giving him the water. "What's mine is yours."

He felt his heart pump a little heavier in his chest as you grinned down at him, an almost proud look on your face. He smiled and shook his head a bit, huffing out a dry laugh.

"I remember now. " He said softly, as he looked down at the shirt again, bringing his hand up, he messed with the top button for a moment as he smiled. "It's alright. It looks better on you anyways."

"If it makes you feel better, you can wear mine whenever you want." You tried to repress your smile, but as Billy gave you a deadpan look, you failed to hold it back.

He squeezed you close to him as he pressed a kiss to your neck. "You smell good." He commented as he began to stand up, taking you with him, but not letting you go.

You laughed as he brought you to the bed, lying you down, and lying down beside you. You hummed under your breath a bit as you tugged at the handkerchief around his neck. "Maybe you should go to the bathhouse too."

"Are you saying I smell?"

You smiled a little and met his eyes, "You smell like Faraday." He rose his brow again. "Like alcohol." You added on and he smiled a little.

"In that case, I definitely will." He said softly, before pulling you closer to him, "But not just yet."

You wrapped your arms around him, and buried your head in his neck. "No, not just yet."

xx End xx

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The Magnificent Seven

Pairing: Winchester!Sister (OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie realize they have an enormous task: hunting down the hundreds of demons that escaped from the Devil’s gate.

Disclaimers: blood, death

Word Count: 9.2K

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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Dean’s POV

I kept my eyes trained on Ellie from across the bar, mindlessly sipping from the pint in front of me. From here, she was drunkenly leaning against a table, talking to two tall guys who looked like they just crawled out of a frat house.

“You know how I know she’s drunk?” Sam said to me from the stool next to mine. I raised an eyebrow, sparing a glance to look over at him. “That guy’s wearing a button down with nothing under it. Sober Ellie would be hustling him.”

I snorted, taking another drink as Sam went back to the lore book when my phone rang. I pulled it from my pocket, Bobby’s name blinking up at me, “Hey, Bobby."

“Whatcha doing?”

I tapped my finger against the rim of the glass, glancing at the book in front of Sam’s, the pages open up to a chapter about crossroads demons. “Oh, same old, same old."

“You two buried in that book again?” Bobby asked, my silence the only answer he needed. “If you want to break Ellie free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book.”

“Then where, Bobby?” I sighed, exasperated. I just wanted some clear answers for once.

“Kid, I wish I knew,” he said. “So where is your sister?”

I glanced back to her where she was now taking shots with a group of college kids. “Shaping up her knife-throwing skills.”

“Really?”

“No, she’s getting plastered,” I said truthfully, wincing as she took a third shot, one right after the other.

“Well, you three better pack it up. I think I finally found something.”

“What’d you find?” At my words, Sam turned to me, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’ll tell you when you get to Lincoln, but be quick.”

With that ominous line hanging between us, he ended the call. I pulled the phone from my ear, looking down at it in confusion before snapping it shut.

“What’d he say?” Sam asked, gathering the things from our table.

“Looks like we’re going to Nebraska.” I looked back toward Ellie. “You wanna be the one to reign the bull in or should I?”

Sam smirked, clapping my shoulder as he snatched the Impala’s keys from my hand, “Good luck.”

I groaned, “I hate college towns.”

I started toward the group that seemed to double in size. I pushed through the chanting group to the middle where there was a circle formed around Ellie and the guy with the open shirt, the two of them bent over slightly with the sides of a beer can held tight to their lips. I watched her shotgun it until it was quickly empty. She crunched the can, and the entire group erupted.

“El-…Ellie!”

Ellie whipped around, her eyes wide and glossed over, “Deeeeaaannnn! What’re you doing here?!”

I rolled my eyes, staring up at the ceiling before veering her toward the bars doors, “Alright, that’s enough we gotta hit the road.”

She stumbled forward, her foot catching on a leg chair. I held back laughter as she quickly stood straight again, looking back to the group, “But, we were just about to do karaoke-”

“Great, well I’ll be saving you from embarrassment, let's go.”

Ellie let out an exasperated groan before turning to the group and doing a half-bow that resulted in her stumbling sideways before catching herself on a barstool, “My chariot awaits.”

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“And then- and then-” Ellie tried again before bursting into another fit of laughter, the noise reverberated off the walls of the car as she tried to retell a story from the bar. “Brian- he slips on the beer he just spilled…right onto his ass!”

She exploded with laughter again, holding her sides. I glanced over at Sam who let out a small chuckle, “At least she’s a happy drunk.”

Ellie wiped the tears that were streaming down her face. “Thanks for taking me tonight. I ‘ppreciate it.”

I nodded slowly, remembering how she begged us to take her to some dingy bar just past a school campus. “Sure, El.”

I watched in the rearview mirror as she slowly sat up, leaning towards Sam and I, “Really? I thought you’d ne’er let me live it down.”

“Oh, I’m not,” I clarified. “You’re just too drunk to remember it tomorrow.”

“You deserve to have a little fun,” Sam said this time. I spared a glance over to him where he was staring intently out the front windshield.

“Couldn’t agree more,” she said, random giggles punching out of her as she fell back into her seat.

“So, what’d Bobby say was in Lincoln?” Sam asked, tearing his eyes from Ellie and looking to me.

“Not much. A crop failure and a cicada swarm. Could be demonic omens –“

“Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem,” he suggested.

I shrugged, nodding, “Yeah, but it's our only lead.”

“Any freaky deaths?"

“Nothing Bobby could find – not yet, anyway,” I said, tapping my thumbs against the steering wheel. “It's weird, man. I mean, the night the Devil’s Gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?”

“Seventeen."

“Seventeen,” I repeated. I glanced up at the rearview mirror to Ellie sleeping in the backseat, her head pressed against the window with her mouth wide open. “You'd think it would be ‘Apocalypse Now’, but it's been five days and bubkis. What are the demons waiting for?

Sam shook his head, “Beats me.”

“It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already.”

“I don't know, man,” Sam said uneasily. I looked over to him. “Be careful what you wish for."

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Ellie’s POV

Just Outside Lincoln, Nebraska

The car rolled to a stop in the middle of a driveway in front of a quaint white house, but the scenery was the last thing on my mind. I quickly threw the door open, unable to handle the contained smell of Dean’s greasy breakfast combined with the humidity, any longer. I hunched over beside the car, my hands on my knees as I heaved, the alcohol from last night making a reappearance.

“Hey! Watch the rims!” Dean yelled to me, his burger still half-chewed in his mouth.

I clenched my jaw, looking back at him angrily before vomiting again. I grasped the side of the car, groaning as I collected myself and slowly turned around. Dean was smirking as he took another bite of his burger, the grease making the wrapper beneath it begin to droop.

“I’ll kill you,” I warned. I winced against the bright sun. For the first time, I could hear the high-pitched insects around us. “Hear those cicadas?”

“That can't be a good sign,” Sam said.

“No. No, it can't.”

Bobby’s car pulled up close behind us. He stood from the car, raising an eyebrow at Dean, “So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?”

Dean looked down at it, shrugging as Bobby flicked his eyes over to me as I shielded the sun from my eyes, “And drinkin’ all night?”

I shrugged, too, pulling my shirt away from my sticky body, “I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I’m not sweating liver cancer.”

“So, Bobby, what do you think?” Sam asked. “We got a biblical plague here or what?”

“Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero.”

We followed Bobby up the porch stairs to the house beside us. Dean ran a greasy hand down his jacket before pounding a closed fist on the door, “Candygram!”

We waited for a response, but nothing came. I swatted away a fly buzzing around my head, noticing the way the cicadas only seemed to be getting louder. The four of us looked to each other after a long silence, a silent conversation passing between us. Sam pulled his lock pick from his pocket and swiftly unlocked the door.

I reached behind me, grabbing my gun and holding it downward as we slowly entered the house. Before we even stepped inside, the smell of rotting flesh wafted out onto the porch. I instantly shoved my nose and mouth into the crook of my elbow, thanking whatever god was out there that I didn’t have any alcohol left in me.

“That's awful,” Dean groaned, coughing at the smell. “That so can't be a good sign.”

We silently crept through the house, Sam, Dean and I closely following one another. We rounded from the entryway into the kitchen, keeping our backs pressed against the wall that turned into the dining room. Sam and I watched Dean for the signal, and when he nodded, we whipped around the corner, our guns at the ready. However, that room was empty too, save for a few flies buzzing around in the sink. I examined the plates inside that looked like they hadn’t been touched in weeks, food still caked over them.

We continued walking through the house until I could hear a faint noise coming from the room straight ahead of me. I held a hand out in front of Sam and Dean, looking up at them, “You hear that?”

They listened, and then I could tell I wasn’t going crazy, that I actually was hearing the faint sounds of a woman screaming behind the door. We inched toward it, and from here, the smell of rotting flesh was even stronger, seeping through the cracks in the door. We surrounded it before Dean kicked it open, the door swinging wide.

I suppressed a gag, grimacing instead at the three dead bodies propped up on the couch in front of an old TV. Sam and Dean groaned, “Oh, my god.”

We slowly inched around the couch, realizing now that the screams were coming from a black and white movie playing in front of them. There were three of them on the couch: a woman, a man and a young kid. Now we knew where all the flies were coming from.

Bobby rounded the corner as he came into the living room, gasping at the sight, and smell, of the situation we now had on our hands.

“Bobby, what the hell happened here?” Sam asked.

“I don't know.”

“Check for sulfur,” Dean suggested. The three of us nodded, taking four different areas of the room. I examined the body of the young boy, my eyes inspecting the couch around him when Dean whistled quietly to us. We popped our heads up to him where he was crouched next to a window. He held up three fingers together, shaking them side to side. We weren’t alone.

I stood, all of us taking different corners of the house. I went through the kitchen, peeking through the small window above the sink that led out to the large backyard, but nothing. I pulled away, quietly opening the back door that led to the wrap around porch. My first steps creaked under my weight. Wincing, I tip toed toward the edge of the railing, but nobody was down there, either. That was when I heard a resounding thwack followed by someone falling to the porch. I raced around the corner, Bobby and Sam suddenly on my heels. Dean was on the ground, staring up at a shotgun pointed right between his eyes.

Bobby slowed his run to a jog before stopping in recognition of the two people standing over him. A man and a woman, “Isaac? Tamara?”

The woman’s head shot up, “Bobby. What the hell are you doing here?” She asked in a thick British accent.

“I could ask the same,” Bobby laughed.

“Heya, Bobby!” Isaac beamed, shaking hands with him over Dean who was still lying on the porch, looking up in confusion.

“Hello,” he said, reaching a hand up. “Bleeding here.”

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Isaac and Tamara’s house turned out to be somewhat of a warehouse for all things hunting. They showed us into their basement, an offer I would’ve politely declined if it hadn’t been for Bobby who reassured us on the way that Isaac and Tamara were good people.

I was eyeing a large map pinned to the wall, decorated with different colored string when Dean laughed loudly into his phone, “Jenny! That is a beautiful name. That's my sister's name, actually.”

I wrinkled my eyebrows at his back. I shook my head, going back to the map.

“Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?” Isaac asked as he rummaged through some drawers.

“Well, where'd you leave it?”

“I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking.”

Sam let go of what looked like a bone that was tied to a sparkling chandelier. He glanced to me and then back to them, “Palo Santo?”

“It's holy wood, from Peru. It's toxic to demons. Like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them,” Tamra explained as she easily found the stake, handing it to her husband.

He smiled, “Thank you, dear.”

“You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me.”

He leaned in, kissing her lightly. I smiled softly, “So, how long you two been married?”

“Eight years this past June,” Isaac said, wrapping his arm around Tamara’s midsection.

“The family that slays together...”

Sam chuckled, “Right. I'm with you there. So, how'd you get started?” Isaac and Tamara’s smiles faded instantly. Sam shifted uncomfortably. He looked back to Bobby who lightly shook his head. “Uh, you know...I'm sorry. It's not – that's none of my business.”

“No, no. It's – it's alright,” Tamara said quietly.

“Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an…appletini,” Dean said as he came back into the room, grimacing at his own words. “Yeah. Call you.” Dean pulled his phone from his ear, smirking as he snapped it closed. “That was the coroner's tech.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows, “And?”

“Get this – that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up.”

My eyebrows shot up at this, “But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away.”

“Right,” Sam agreed. “What is this, a demon attack?”

“If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty,” Bobby said.

Dean nodded, “Well, what now? What should we do?”

“Uh, ‘we're’ not gonna do anything,” Isaac said.

I looked over to him in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“You guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't ‘Scooby-Doo,’ and we don't play well with others.”

“Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together,” Sam countered, the sudden pushback from Isaac confusing all of us.

“No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place.”

Dean took a step closer to him, “‘No offense’?”

“Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake,” Tamara reprimanded.

“Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink,” Isaac scoffed. “Never brought on the end of the world, though.”

“Alright. That's enough,” Sam said. “Guys, this isn't helping.”

“Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike,” Isaac began, his voice raising with every word. “There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us – on all of us!”

Before he could say another word, Tamara grabbed his arm, ushering him up the basement stairs, “Okay. that's quite enough testosterone for now.”

I watched as the two of them ascended the staircase and even then, we could hear their hushed conversations.

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The death of the girl who’d walked out of a clothing store and was then robbed for a pair of shoes came from Tamara and Isaac’s police scanner in the corner of their basement. Which was how I now found myself in front of one of the witnesses, a blonde girl with large brown eyes.

I smiled empathetically, “What happened outside makes you realize how fragile life really is. You got to make every second count.” When I could see Sam and Dean approaching, I straightened up slightly before looking back to the girl. “Excuse me a minute, would you?”

“Sure,” she nodded before turning in the other direction of the department store.

Dean cocked an eyebrow, “Ellie, what are you doing?”

“I'm comforting the bereaved,” I said defensively, hiding a smirk. “What are you doing?”

“Workin',” Sam shrugged. “Dead body, possible demon attack – that kind of stuff.”

I let out a loud, dramatic, fake cough, hitting my chest with a closed fist, “You guys, I'm sorry. It's just, I don't have much time left, and, uh…got to make every second count.”

Sam sighed, looking apologetic, “Yeah, right. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” I beamed.

“Whoa,” Dean whistled to Bobby who’d come into the store in an expensive looking suit, his hair slicked back. “Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a G-man?”

“Attorney for the D.A.'s office,” Bobby clarified as he adjusted his tie on a mirror on the wall. He looked back at us. “I just spoke to the suspect.”

“Yeah? So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?”

Bobby shook his head, “Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs – no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing.”

“Maybe she's just some random whack job,” Dean suggested.

“If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you kids find anything around here?”

Sam shook his head, “No sulfur, nothing.”

“Well, maybe something,” I said. I looked back behind me, their eyes following my line of sight up to the security camera up toward the ceiling. I smirked at Sam and Dean triumphantly. “See? I'm working.”

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Sam, Bobby and I sat behind the computer at the department store, sorting through the footage as Dean was talking to more suspects. After what felt like hours, Dean came back into the room, peering at the screen over Bobby’s shoulder, “Anything interesting?”

“I don't know yet. Might just be a guy...or it might be our guy,” Sam said as we continued to watch a man talking to the main suspect in the murder. He laid a hand on her shoulder before gesturing to the brunette woman beside them, who was holding up a pair of green heels.

After going over the footage, it didn’t take us long to look into this guy. We decided to split up, that Sam would go find out more about our suspect, I would get more info on our blonde murderer and Dean and Bobby would find out where he worked.

I looked between them as responsibilities were divvied up. And, before they could set off in different directions, I jogged to catch up with Sam, “Hey, I think I’ll just tag along with you.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows as we fell into step with one another, “You sure?”

“Yeah, is that alright?”

Sam shrugged, “Yeah, I mean you’re usually Miss Independent.”

“Is it a crime to want to solve a murder with my brother?”

Sam laughed lightly, “Alright. We’ll start with local police records. See if this guys ever been charged with anything.”

I nodded, the two of us falling into step with one another when I suddenly noticed it was just my feet against the pavement. I turned, looking to where Sam had stopped, looking around at the people walking behind us. I frowned, slowly backing up, “What is it?”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, “Nothing, I just…felt like someone was watching me.”

I raised my eyebrows, looking around, “I think you need a beer.”

However, my humor didn’t seem to put him anymore at ease. Instead, he just turned back as we kept walking, checking over his shoulder twice on the way to the police station.

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Bobby’s car was parked in front of an old bar where, cutting through the dark sky, were the fluorescent neon signs from inside. Sam slapped my arm as we rounded the car, holding up one finger to his lips. He waved me forwarded, squatted down as we approached the car. I grinned, following his lead. From here, we could see Bobby and Dean talking in the front seats. We stalked closer to the car, Sam on the passenger side where Dean was and me on the drivers side.

At the same time, we jumped up, banging our fists on the rolled up windows. Bobby and Dean shouted, looking at us with wide eyes. Sam and I laughed as we pulled open their doors and pushed their seats forward to be able to get into the back. Dean shook his head, “That’s not funny!”

I chuckled as we settled into the backseat, “It was, actually.”

Sam leafed through the papers we were able to get on our suspect, “So, John Doe's name is Bo Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago.”

“The night the Devil's Gate opened?” Dean questioned.

“Yeah.”

“So you think he's possessed?” Bobby asked, turning to look at us.

I shrugged, knowing it was really the only other explanation, “Well, it's a good bet.”

Dean nodded slowly, “So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?”

“Those demons that got out at the gate – they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen,” Bobby said. The thought was more than unsettling, considering all they’ve been able to do before.

“You mean the demons we let out,” Sam clarified. I glanced sideways at him.

“Guys,” Dean said to us as he stared out through Bobby’s front windshield. I followed his line of sight to where Bo was getting out of a black car, headed straight for the bar.

“Alright. Showtime,” I said, eager to smoke this guy back to hell.

“Wait a minute,” Bobby said.

I wrinkled my eyebrows, “What?”

“What'd I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure.”

I held back a scoff, “Oh, so he can kill someone else on our watch?”

“We're no good dead!” Bobby reprimanded. “And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is.”

Sam spoke up this time, “Hey, Bobby? I don't think that's an option.”

“Why not?”

Sam motioned toward the other side of the parking lot where, under the bright streetlights, we could see Tamara and Isaac getting out of a truck and heading straight for the bar. Bobby slammed an open hand on the steering wheel in anger, “Damn it!”

We didn’t wait long after Tamara and Isaac were inside. We filed from the car, keeping clear from the windows until we could peek just over the windowsills. Inside, Tamara and Isaac sat down at a table, quietly talking to each other, just as the demon walked past them and into a back room.

Isaac looked to Tamara, the two of them talking quickly before Tamara took his hands, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Isaac gave her hands a squeeze before standing, but before he could even make it three steps away from the table, a tall bald man grabbed him by his jacket collar.

I watched as the demon came from the back room again, the whole thing obviously a ploy. Isaac’s eyes went wide and Tamara slowly stood up behind him just as the rest of the bar patrons crowded around the two of them, their eyes clicking black one by one.

“Well, that’s not good,” Dean said. The four of us quickly rounded to the side of the bar toward the front doors. I tried the handles, but when those didn’t work, resorted to throwing my body against the door. Over and over again until finally, Dean, Sam and Bobby were doing it, too.

Eventually, we knew it wouldn’t be enough. From inside the bar we could hear yelling and loud, horrible laughter as Tamara began to scream.

“Hey!” We heard from behind us. Bobby was behind the wheel of his car, revving the engine of the old mustang. We dashed to the car, Dean barely closing his door as Bobby threw the car into reverse and punched the gas, sending us flying backwards into the doors of the bar.

The bar burst open, large pieces of wood flying around us. Dean and Bobby immediately got from the car followed by Sam and I. Bobby and Dean went for the demons crowding in from the left as Sam and I took the ones holding Tamara back.

I used the holy water in the flask in my hands to spray it across the demons in front of me who sizzled, falling to the floor in pain. Sam and I kept at it until we got to Tamara who was screaming hysterically. I wasn’t until the demon in front of me fell to the floor did I see it. Isaac was lying on the ground, face down with a bottle of drain cleaner beside him.

Tamara was screaming for him as Sam grabbed her, pulling her back toward the car, “Come on, we got to go! He's dead! Get in the car!”

I continued to throw the holy water over the demons who were beginning to struggle back to their feet. There was one reason we were here, and I’d be damned if we didn’t bring the demon whose been killing back with us.

“Ellie, come on!” I could hear Dean yelling from the car. Sam and Bobby were yelling, too. “ELLIE! COME ON!”

The demon was just feet from me now. I threw more holy water at him, backing up until I was next to the trunk. Buying myself some time, I threw more of the water in his direction before pulling the trunk open.

The demon got back to his feet, and in a last ditch effort to get him into the trunk, I swung the holy water flask in his direction, but only a drop of it came out. For an instant, we just stood, watching each other. The demon’s face twisted upward before laughing right in my face.

I grabbed the demon by the back of his neck, elbowing twice under his chin and then punching his sternum twice. It was enough time to twist him around by his arms and throw him in the trunk. The demon was still gasping for air as he screamed at the sight of the devil’s trap painted on the inside of the trunk’s top.

I slammed it shut, rounding the car as I jumped in, the demons already starting to crowd around the car again, “Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!”

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“...and I say we're going back – now!” Tamara yelled in the midst of the heated, and short-lived discussion on what to do next. With a demon strapped up in Isaac and Tamara’s living room and a handful of them out roaming god knows where, we were split, and she was dead set on going back for Isaac. I didn’t exactly blame her.

“Just hold on a second!” Dean shot back.

“I left my husband bloody on the floor!”

“Okay, I understand that, but we can't go back,” Sam tried to reason.

Her chest was rising and falling heavily. She paused as if she was taking into consideration what they were saying, but I knew she already made up her mind, “Fine. Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar.”

“I'll go with her,” I said, walking with Tamara toward the door.

“You’re not going!” Dean shouted.

“I am,” I countered, an admittedly weak argument.

“It's suicide, Ellie!” Sam yelled at me.

“So what?! I'm dead already!”

A beat of silence passed over us and when Dean spoke again, his voice began soft before getting loud again, “How you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!”

“I don't care!”

“We don't even know how many of them there are!”

“Yeah, we do. There’s seven,” Bobby interjected. He looked between Tamara and I. “Do you have any idea who we're up against?”

I raised my eyebrows, looking to Sam and Dean for some kind of idea of what he was talking about, “No. Who?”

“The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh!”

“‘What's in the box?!’” Dean said suddenly. We slowly looked over to him where he was smiling awkwardly. “Brad Pitt? ‘Se7en’? No?-” Bobby shoved a large book into Dean’s arms. Dean wrinkled his eyebrows. “What’s this?”

“‘Binsfeld's Classification of Demons’. In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins – not just as human vices but as actual devils.”

Sam nodded slowly as the pieces began to fall together, “The family – they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper…”

“That's Envy's doing – the customer we got in the next room,” Bobby confirmed. “I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful Gluttony.”

“I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!” Tamara said angrily. Bobby took a step toward her, looking seconds away from losing his temper.

“We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, Dark Ages. We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath…” he said calmly before shouting, “and figure out what our next move is!”

Tamara, who now looked like she’d been reduced to only the pain she felt for her dead husband remaining, watched Bobby sadly. I glanced to Sam and Dean, fear kicking up deep in my gut, knowing that if this were anything less than a world-threatening situation, Bobby would say we could solve it over a night of research and a bottle of whiskey. But, now, things were different.

Bobby kept his eyes on Tamara, immediate regret as his words settled in, even though he knew there was nothing we could do about what happened. “I am sorry for your loss.”

Tamara turned, ascending the stairs of the basement, followed by Bobby. Sam, Dean and I were left alone in the quiet. I looked up at them, hoping to see some kind of reassurance that we could handle this the same way we’d been able to take care of everything else. However, the three of us just stared for a few seconds before looking away, knowing we were not prepared for something this big.

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Envy was still tied to a chair in the living room, sitting square under a devil’s trap on the ceiling. He smirked at each of us as we came back into the living room, “So you know who I am, huh?”

“We do,” Bobby said. “We’re not impressed.”

“Why are you here?” Sam asked, stepping toward Envy. “What are you after?”

Envy stayed quiet, only watching Sam with an intense interest. Dean immediately came forward, splashing more holy water across his face, “He asked you a question. What do you want?”

The demon groaned in pain, shielding his sizzling, bubbling face into his arm. He panted as he pulled it away, “We already have...what we want.”

I squinted at his words, “What’s that?”

“We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many,” he said. I squeezed my upper arms that were folded across my chest. “So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun.”

“Fun?” Sam scoffed.

“Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf,” he began. His eyes traveled from Sam and over to Tamara who was watching him with intense rage. “Me? I like to see people's insides…on their outside.”

“I'm gonna put you down like a dog,” Tamara warned.

“Please. You really think you're better than me. Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh?” Envy laughed, looking around at the group of us before looking Dean up and down. “What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust.”

Dean thought about it, before making a face that said he couldn’t exactly deny Envy’s words.

Envy looked over at Tamara, “And Tamara. All that wrath. Oohh, tsk tsk. It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to...drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago.”

In an instant, Tamara swung her fist back and forcefully connected it with the side of his face, sending him flying sideways. Bobby and Sam pulled her back from him.

“Whew!” Envy laughed, rotating his jaw. “My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins! We are natural, human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny...greedy...hungry...violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. The others — they’re coming for me.”

I watched as Dean leaned forward, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, getting straight into Envy’s face, “Maybe. But they're not gonna find you...’cause you'll be in Hell.” Envy’s face fell slightly, his smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. Dean stood to his whole height again. “Someone send this clown packing.”

“My pleasure,” Tamara said before opening the exorcising incantation.

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“I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them,” Bobby said once we were out of the living room to let Tamara finish the exorcism. We stood in the kitchen, peering over our shoulders every few minutes as Envy writhed in his chair.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“I think maybe this joker's right,” Bobby said, motioning to Envy. “They’re gonna be hunting us. And they're not gonna quit easy.”

I glanced over my shoulder into the living room. I ran my tongue over the edge of my teeth as I turned back to them, “You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time.”

“You're insane, El,” Dean said, not even considering the idea. “Just forget about it.”

“Dean’s right,” Sam agreed.

“There's six of them, guys,” I reminded them. “We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn. At least…at least this way I can be useful!”

“Maybe, but...there's no place to run that they won't find us,” Bobby said.

Sam looked to me, almost as if he were begging, “Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, alright?”

I thought about it, realizing that now was not really the time to argue, “Well, let's not make it easy for them.”

The house under our feet began shaking followed by a thunderous roar from the living room. We turned as Tamara came into the kitchen, slamming the book shut and shoving it back into Bobby’s arms. “Demon's out of the guy.”

“And the guy?” Dean questioned.

Tamara didn’t even turn back, “He didn't make it.”

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Sam, Dean and I were in charge of getting together any kind of defense we had against the demons, our complete list including only holy water, rock salt rounds, and two iron fire pokers. We were sitting on the floor of the living room, silently working, our only source of light coming from the lit candles resting on the tables behind us.

At one point, I felt Sam’s eyes on me. I looked up from where I was helping Dean load the shotguns. Dean looked up, too. We watched each other, not having to say a word to know how each of us were feeling. A silent conversation between us letting us know that there was a big possibility we may not be all walking out of here come morning.

That was when the radio beside Sam flicked on, a static version of I Shall Not Be Moved by Mississippi John Hurt filled the room. I gripped the iron poker tighter in my hands as Dean clicked his shotgun back into place, “Here we go.”

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Bobby’s POV

It didn’t take long after we’d salted every door and window in the place for the demons to start showing up. Tamara and I stayed guard at the front door of the house where, sure enough, we could already hear the faint yelling of a familiar voice. Tamara’s eyes widened.

“Tamara! Tamara! Tamara!” Isaac’s voice screamed out into the dark. “Help me! Please! Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!”

Tamara looked over to me with tears in her eyes. I quickly tried to reassure her even though the damn thing was pretty convincing, “It’s not him. It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse.”

“Baby!” The demon yelled, but this time, he was just outside the front door. Tamara gasped, jumping away from where she was leaning against it. “Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore...At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!”

“How did he know that?” Tamara cried.

“Steady, Tamara. Steady, steady…” I tried, laying a hand on her shoulder as she cried harder at the sound of her dead husband’s voice.

“You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?!” The demon shouted, but now his voice was different. He wasn’t crying. He was angry. “I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house...came...for our daughter! You just let her die, too.”

“You son of a bitch!” Tamara screamed and pushed the door open with her shoulder, breaking the salt line across the door. She grabbed the demon around the middle and the two of them flew down the stone porch stairs until they were on the dirt ground.

“Tamara, no!”

She was straddling him now, “You’re not Isaac!”

She raised her holy water-soaked blade above her head before sinking it deep into the middle of his chest. Instantly, demons swarmed the house, filing inside and running up the stairs toward where Sam, Dean and Ellie would be waiting for them.

The last demon to crawl inside was a large man. He looked me in the eyes and for every step he took towards me, I took two back. This had to be Sloth. I backed up until I hit the far wall of the living room and Sloth was inches from reaching out and grabbing me when something stopped him. I could’ve laughed as I looked up at the devil’s trap, his eyes following my line of sight.

I chuckled despite myself as I grabbed the book with the exorcism that was laying on a table beside me. “Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son.”

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Dean’s POV

We could hear the demons before we saw them. They came in a large group, loudly coming up the staircase. Sam, Ellie and I spared one last glance at each other before the demons parted ways, one coming towards me, two going toward Sam and another one going for Ellie.

I backed into the bathroom I was standing in front of as the demon approached me, her blonde hair cut close to her shoulders in waves. Her shirt was cut low, showing her bra beneath it.

I laughed shortly, “I suppose you're Lust.”

“Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be,” she smirked as she took another step closer. I took one back, my heel hitting the wall behind me.

“Yeah, alright, just stay back.”

“Or what?” She said, narrowing her eyes at me.

I thought about it, before nodding slowly, “Good point.”

“I'm not gonna hurt you – not yet,” she said as she came closer. This time, I had nowhere to go as she reached a hand out and rested it on my shoulder. “Not unless you want me to.”

I looked from her hand on me and back to her where instantly, I leaned in, our lips meeting. I held the back of her head, keeping her close to me.

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Sam’s POV

I backed up away from the two demons who advanced toward me. Before they could reach out to grab me, I slammed the door between us, locking it into place. I’d backed up just in time when the door flew inward across the small room.

“Here's Johnny!” The first demon bellowed, both of their eyes the darkest shade of black I’ve ever seen. The girl stayed slightly behind, watching as the demon in the suit sauntered forward. My heart began to pound faster as he looked up to the devil’s trap painted there. He laughed, shaking his head in what seemed like disappointment. “Come on. You really think something like that is gonna fool someone like me? I mean, me?”

“Let me guess – you're Pride,” I said.

Pride smiled, his arms open wide, “The root of all sin. And you...are Sam Winchester.” I furrowed my eyebrows. “That’s right, I've heard of you. We've all heard of you. The prodigy. The boy king. Looking at you now, I got to tell you – don't believe the hype. You think i'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing, now do I?”

The two of them took another step closer, “You’re fair game now, boy, and it's open season.”

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Ellie’s POV

“Oh, Ellie Winchester,” the demon said as he walked toward me, backing me into the bedroom. “Alive and in the flesh, at least…alive for now.”

I chuckled humorlessly, “So which one are you, huh? Wrath? Wanna tell me about all my pent-up aggression?”

The demon stopped and began to laugh, “No, no, I’m not Wrath. Wrath is next door with your brother. No, I’m Greed.”

“Hm,” I said. “Well, if this is about that time I didn’t let Morgan Meyers have any of my cookies back in middle school, he was a little bitch anyway-”

“You really don’t care, do you?” Greed cut me off. “I can’t smell any of the fear on you like I could smell on the rest of them. It’s like a sweaty locker room out there. And I think I know why…your time is running out anyway, isn’t it?”

I clenched my jaw as he stopped coming towards me and now resorted to walking circles around me. I could feel his eyes traveling up and down my body.

He chuckled darkly, “You know…what you did? It was the greediest thing you can do. Rewriting someone’s story just to make sure they’re in a few more pages of yours.” He came back around, standing in front of me again. “Can’t say I didn’t see it coming, though. Must run in the family…with your mom, your dad…you’re all practically throwing yourselves at death.”

He took another step closer until he was inches from me. I kept my eyes trained on his, could smell blood on his breath. “You’re all rotten, pathetic…greedy people. Did you ever think about the fact you’ll be down there with mommy and daddy? Hearing them scream for mercy. Pleading for the pain to stop? Because, you know what? I’ve met your mother already.”

I glared up at him, my fists clenching so tightly my nails drew blood from my palms.

“And she’s quite the screamer,” he said before his lips pulled back into a nasty smile.

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Dean’s POV

Lust continued to kiss me, running her fingers through my hair. I kissed back, keeping a hand on her back as we stumbled backwards until I could feel the soft give of the shower curtain behind me.

I grabbed the edge of it, ripped it open. Before the demon could react, I gripped the back of her neck and shoved her face into the tub filled with holy water. She screamed, bubbles floating to the surface as she thrashed. I held her down harder, gripping her hair in my fist until she finally stopped writhing, her top half hanging in the water.

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Ellie’s POV

I sliced my fist upward into Greed’s chin, making him fly backward. He quickly walked back towards me, swinging and accurately hitting the right side of my face. I stumbled back before advancing toward him again but he beat me to it, hitting me square in the chest. I let out a loud breath of air, holding my sternum, doubled over. It was the perfect position to pick up the jug of holy water hidden under the bed frame.

I whipped the jug around, hitting his face with it and then punched him three more times while he was stunned, sending him falling to the floor. I fell to my knees, straddling his chest, my knees pinning his arms to the side. I panted, unscrewing the lid to the jug and held Greed’s mouth open.

I poured the water into his mouth, forcing it down his throat until it was spilling over the sides. His eyes went wide, his hands hitting my thighs in an attempt to get me to stop until he finally stopped moving.

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Sam’s POV

Pride threw me to the floor before grabbing my shoulders and bringing me to sit up on my knees. He wrapped his arm around my throat, squeezing tightly. I gasped, clawing at this arm that only seemed to grow tighter.

Then, I heard another set of footsteps. I prayed it would be Dean or Ellie and not one of the other demons who got the upper hand on them.

The second demon not currently trying to strangle me turned, “You!”

I could hear them fighting, fists connecting with faces. I tried as hard as I could to let air into my lungs but I could hardly wiggle my fingers between my neck and Pride’s forearm holding me. Then, I heard a gurgling sound, my fear spiking at the fact the demon could’ve gotten Dean or Ellie. A body fell to the floor.

I tried turning to see when suddenly I was let go. I gasped, gulping down air as I quickly stood, swaying dizzily on my feet. I immediately looked to the ground where the second demon laid, her neck sliced open.

There was another girl there, now, wielding a knife with strange carvings on the blade. Her blonde hair hung in long waves down her shoulders over a black leather jacket. She looked pissed.

I grabbed Pride who advanced toward her, but she pulled him back and shoved the blade on the underside of his chin. Pride froze, the opening of his mouth flickering orange before he fell lifeless to the ground.

I panted as she examined the bloody blade that was now smoking slightly. “Who the hell are you?”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, “I’m the girl that just saved your ass.”

I panted, “Well, I just saved yours, too.”

She laughed shortly, “See you around, Sam.”

The girl turned, leaving the room. I furrowed my eyebrows, going after her, “Wait!”

However, by the time I made it out into the hallway, she was gone.

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Ellie’s POV

Sam, Dean and I carried the bodies of the people the demons were possessing out from the house where we’d dug a shallow grave. There were only two of them that didn’t make it, the ones that’d gone after Sam and found the end of a blade.

After laying the second body into the grave, my eye caught Tamara on the other side of the yard where she stood in front of the burning pyre with Isaac’s body on top. “Think she's gonna be alright?”

“No,” Dean said truthfully. “Definitely not.” We watched as Bobby came from the house, shielding his eyes from the rising sun. “Well, you look like hell warmed over.”

“You try exorcising all night and see how you feel,” Bobby said.

“Any survivors, Bobby?” Sam asked.

“Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. The guy Ellie waterboarded, too,” he said. I winced slightly. “Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still...”

“That's more than you can say for these poor bastards,” Dean said, motioning to the grave in front of us.

Sam looked like he was really contemplating something before he finally spoke, “Bobby, that knife – what kind of blade can kill a demon?”

“Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing.”

“I'm just gonna ask it again – who was that masked chick?” Dean asking, holding back a laugh as he looked at Sam. “Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?”

I reached up, punching Dean hard in the shoulder at his words. He rubbed it in pain.

“Two demons, Dean,” Sam said, tight-lipped. “At once.”

“Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal,” he said, slapping him on his back.

“Yeah, well, if you want a troubling question, I got one for you,” Bobby said as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“What's that?” I asked.

“If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?”

I ran my tongue over the edge of my teeth, nodding slowly, “You're right. That is troubling.”

Without another word, the idea hanging between the three of us, Dean brought out a small matchbox, lighting a wad of matches before throwing them into the grave.

I don’t know how long we were standing there when Tamara came around, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She barely spared a glance towards us as she made her way to her truck. “See you guys around.”

“Tamara?” Bobby said, turning to her as she threw her bag in through the back window. She met his eyes. “The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful.”

She nodded slowly, “You too.”

Bobby turned back to us after Tamara had pulled away, “Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same.”

“You got it,” Dean said.

Bobby nodded, setting off toward his own car when Sam called after him, “Wait, Bobby. We can win this war. Right?”

Bobby slowly turned, looking back at us followed by a long silence that put each of us at unease, letting us know that this was not like every other thing we’ve dealt with before. Bobby looked at the keys in his hands, “Catch you on the next one.”

We watched as Bobby pulled away, too. I looked back at Sam and Dean as we started walking toward Baby, “So, where to?”

“Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe,” Sam said.

I thought about it, “Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?”

Dean walked ahead of me, stopping me, “Yeah. Listen, we were talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your – with your demon deal.”

I looked between the two of them, remembering the words the crossroads demon said to me about trying to get out of this deal, “Nah.”

Sam and Dean shared a look before Dean looked back at me in confusion, “‘Nah’?” What does that mean, ‘nah’?”

“You guys, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, alright? It's a goose chase.”

“Yeah, but we don't know that, Ellie—”

“Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help,” I said more forcefully, wishing they’d just drop the subject all together.

“Look, it's worth—”

“We're not going, and that's that!” I said, louder than I meant to. I shifted on my feet. “What about Reno, huh? Gamble all our money away, win big-”

“You know what? I've had it,” Sam said this time. I paused, watching him closely. “I’ve been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore.”

I laughed shortly, “That didn't last long.”

“Yeah, well, you know what? We’ve been busting our asses trying to keep you alive, Ellie, and you act like you could give a rat’s ass,” Dean said. “What, you got some kind of death wish or something?”

“No, it's not like that.”

“Then what's it like, Ellie?”

“Sam—”

“Please, tell me.”

I looked up at the two of them, knowing they were just trying to help, but I didn’t want it. Not if it meant Sam would die. “We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? Sam dies. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you.”

Dean looked to Sam, suddenly in understanding at my hesitation to get help. Sam sighed, his voice much quieter now, “How could you make that deal, Ellie?”

“'Cause I couldn't live with you dead,” I said, beginning to feel like a broken record. “Couldn't do it.”

“So, what, now I live and you die?”

I turned away from them, setting off back toward the car, “If all goes according to plan, yeah.”

Sam rushed forward, stepping in front of me so I couldn’t go any further. “Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Ellie. How did you feel when your mom sold her soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted, and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish.”

“Alright, Sam,” Dean tried, grabbing at his arm but Sam shook him off. Dean turned away, running a hand down his face.

I thought about what Greed had said to me. “Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that.”

“I'm not.”

“Tough. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam,” I admitted. Sam’s face shifted and Dean looked back at me. “I don't know, it's like there's a, a light at the end of the tunnel.”

“It's hellfire, El.”

“Whatever. You're both alive, I feel good – for the first time in a long time,” I said. My eyes bounced between them. “I got a year to live. I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?”

I smirked, going around Sam and to the car. Dean shook his head at me, “You're unbelievable.”

I pursed my lips, narrowing my eyes as I thought about it, “Very true.”

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