For Drarry can you do one based on the short film "In a Heartbeat" where Harry is the one pining? Like maybe he gets hit by a spell or maybe not, you choose :) much love darling!
this was a rly cute prompt and I wish I did it earlier.
After Professor Slughorn had uttered those fateful words, Harry felt like he might faint. The potion he was to make was something about heart’s desire or whatever, he wasn’t really paying attention until he caught a bit of what the potion would do if he succeeded. Harry could easily just butcher the potion, however he couldn’t afford another failing grade. It was settled, he’d have to try his best.
For the first time since eighth year started, Harry’s mind wasn’t focused on the tall blonde in the front of the classroom. Slughorn told them to start brewing and everyone took out their ingredients. Harry inhaled deeply before starting what would surely bring about his end. Who knew that after killing the darkest wizard of all time his downfall would be caused by humiliation and rejection?
With shaky fingers, he brewed his potion. He swore silently to himself as he read the instructions. It looked like it was exceptionally easy to make and getting anything below an Exceeds Expectations would be laughable. After about a dozen times of Hermione asking if he was okay and Ron poking fun as to who his heart’s desire might be, he finished the potion. Harry looked up from his cauldron to see that little colourful orbs had appeared over the other students potions and zoomed across the room to the closed door. It seemed as though the orbs were solid and could not force their way through the wood.
Harry smiled softly at his best friends when he saw their orbs fuse together. The colour shined brighter than any of the other orbs in the room. Ron’s face burned red. Even after they’d been dating for a few months he still got extremely flustered. Hermione laughed and pulled him into a side hug after kissing his cheek. Harry suddenly remembered his own potion. He noticed that his orb (that was a deep scarlet) was halfway across the room. He ran after it, catching it just in time, though it’s pull felt almost magnetic.
Harry tried his best to pull it back to his seat in the back, panting slightly. He look over at Draco, who was also holding his orb, unlike the others how had merely let them float by the door. Harry got distracted as he so often did when the blonde was involved. His grip on the orb slackened and it slipped from his hand. He wasn’t quick enough this time, watching in despair as it zoomed up to Draco. The boy was too focused on his orb to notice Harry’s floating next to him.
Harry slowly made his way up to it, hoping the movement wouldn’t attract Draco’s attention. He held his hand out and prepared to snatch it, however it moved at the last second, nudging up against Draco’s shoulder. Harry stood, petrified, as Draco turned. He looked at the red ball and then at Harry. His eyes widened, putting his unoccupied hand over his mouth.
He looked around and saw that the other students, along with the professor, were staring intently. The classroom was silent. He looked at his glowing scarlet orb then to Draco’s shocked face then down at his feet.
“Harry.” He heard him say quiety. Harry kept his gaze fixed on his shoes. “Harry, look at me.” He slowly lifted his head, but wouldn’t meet Draco’s eyes. He felt too ashamed. Draco held up his orb, which Harry now saw was mint green, and let it go. It hovered for a moment before colliding with his own. The reaction caused the light to be so bright that Harry had to shield his eyes. It dulled down, so he could properly see Draco again. He had a shy smile playing on his lips as he started down at the collided orbs. Harry grinned at him. Perhaps after all he’s been through, something good was bound to happen, and he couldn’t be more happy that Draco was his something good.
Once again, it starts with Apollo hating his humanity, something that I believe won’t change in some time, he was born a god, after all. Though I fervently believe that he is learning from his time as a mortal.
Through the whole book, we are able to read some of his most selfish comments, which is to be expected, since he had always been portrayed as a selfish, self-centered god. However, we’re able to see his selfless and kind side, too.
“…It went against the very nature of being Apollo. I should always be the most obvious, brilliant source of light in the world. If you had to search for me, something was wrong.”
And: “I tried to contain my bitterness. Soldiers and sailors were all very well, but if your city’s biggest monument is not Apollo, I’m sorry, you’re doing something wrong.”
“You rescued me.” Then I added two words that never came easily to a god: “Thank you.”
“When I was a god, I would’ve been delighted to leave the mortal heroes to fend for themselves. I would’ve made popcorn and watched the bloodbath from a distance on Mount Olympus, or simply caught the highlight reel later. But as Lester, I felt obligated to defend these people….I wanted to be here for them.”
“Their eyes were so full of concern- concern for me- that I had to swallow back a lump in my throat. Six weeks we had been traveling together. Most of that time, I had fervently wished I could be anywhere else, with anyone else. But with the exception of my sister, had I ever shared so many experiences with anyone? I realized, gods help me, that I was going to miss these two.”
These are some of the parts I loved the most about the book:
The Waystation. It’s nice to know of more demigod safe-spaces, more so when they’re under the loving care of Emmie and Josephine:
“We’ve saved a lot of demigods and other outcasts- raised them at the Waystation, let them go to school and have a more or less normal childhood, then sent them out into the world as adults with the skills they needed to survive.”
It’s different from both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, where, no matter how much they protect you and care for you, it could never be as normal and comforting as being raised in a “normal” loving environment.
The relationship between Apollo and Calypso: They hate each other, that much is perfectly clear…
“Lo!” I said. “I arrived at Camp Half-Blood as Lester Papadopoulos!”
“A pathetic mortal!” Calypso chorused. “Most worthless of teens!”
“-…her evil stepfather had poisoned her mind!”
“Poison!” Calypso cried. “Like the breath of Lester Papadopoulos, most worthless of teens!”
“Lo!” I shouted. “From the Oracle of Dodona we received a prophecy- a limerick most terrible!”
“Terrible!” Calypso chorused. “Like the skills of Lester, most worthless of teens!”
Though as the chapters progress, it appears that it’s more of a mutual disagreement than actual hatred. Apollo realizes how unfair their punishment on her was, and starts to feel like his own treatment towards her is unfair:
“Just yesterday, I had toyed with the idea of leaving Calypso behind to the blemmyae when she was wounded. I’d like to say that it wasn’t a serious thought, but it had been, however briefly. Now Calypso refused to leave Meg, whom she barely knew. It was almost enough to make me question whether I was a good person…”
And, in the end, they become friends. They still have much path to cover and much to discuss, but I believe they’re on good terms now.
Calypso and Leo:
One of the many topics vastly discussed after Blood of Olympus was how short and forced their relationship seemed. However, in The Dark Prophecy, we caught a glimpse of the reality they’re living on:
They’re trying to discover who they are together, as a couple and as friends. We see their multiple fights and their disagreements, and I believe it’s a very good thing! They’re exploring the possibilities of their relationship!
We see Calypso missing her island, we see her missing her powers, but most than anything else, we can see that Calypso and Leo truly love one another, and that they’re trying. It feels real, their problems, which only makes it better. It was to be expected that they’d be fighting and having problems, since they hadn’t talked much back on her island before he was forced to leave. They’re testing the waters, as Calypso explained.
They’re trying to build a good future for each other, they’re even going to enter school together. I like how their relationship improved, I like that Rick portrayed and fixed the mess that was their relationship by the end of BoO.
I also loved that Leo keeps calling her mamacita, and that Leo’s full name is actually Leonidas.
In general, everything about Emmie and Josephine was pure perfection.
They were hunters of Artemis, hunters who fell in love with one another and decided to choose each other over immortality. Their love was beautifully portrayed, and the fact that they adopted a daughter was even more precious for me and for everyone in the LGBT community.
I like that, on a similar topic, we had more explanation about the Hunters of Artemis and their rules:
“All romance is off-limits. My sister is quite unreasonable in that regard. The mission of the Hunters is to live without romantic distractions of any kind.”
It makes more sense that the Hunters only being prohibited the company of men, as was stated by the Titan’s Curse. I like that Rick fixed that, too.
AND ARTEMIS BEING COMPASSIONATE AND LETTING THEM LEAVE HER GROUP WITHOUT PUNISHING THEM, GODS BLESS HER SOUL.
Also, Zeus forbidding Artemis from interfering with Apollo makes me so angry, but I didn’t expect anything less than that coming from him. It was good, though, that Artemis sent her Hunters to help Apollo discretely, just like when Apollo helped Percy and co. with rescuing Artemis and Annabeth.
Apollo being thirsty as fuck:
Apollo having the hots for Tall, Dark & Handsome Jamie.
Apollo being a fluttering mess when talking to him, then feeling away as soon as he heard Jamie had a girlfriend.
Apollo canonically having fantasies involving Thalia: “Thalia Grace climbed up behind me on the elephant- which fulfilled a daydream I’d once had about the pretty Hunter, though I hadn’t imagined it happening quite this way.”
Apollo canonically doing all sort of stuff to get Britomartis’ attention. To get a “kiss” and a “cute date” from her. (We all know that he wanted more than just a date and a kiss, but alas, this is a “children’s book”)
Apollo and Commodus:
I’m aware that Commodus is evil, and I don’t like him as a character, but honestly, his relationship with Apollo killed me unlike any other relationship ever had. More specially, this:
“Overhead, a white silk canopy billowed in the gentle breeze. Inn one corner, a musician sat discretely serenading us with his lyre. Under our feet spread the finest rugs from the eastern provinces. Between our two couches, a table was spread with an afternoon snack of roast boar, pheasant, salmon, and fruit spilling from gold solid cornucopia.
I was amusing myself by throwing grapes at Commodus’ mouth. Of course, I never missed unless I wanted to, but it was fun to watch the fruit bounce off Commodus’ nose.
“You are terrible,” He teased me.
And you are perfect, I thought, but merely smiled.”
“I didn’t mean to laugh at the expense of his distant wife, but part of me was pleased when he talked badly about her. I wanted all his attention for myself.”
And, of course:
“Commodus looked at me, panic in his eyes.
“Go,” I said, as calmly as I could, forcing down my misgivings. “You will always have my blessings. You will do fine.”
But I already suspected what would happen: the young man I knew and loved was about to be consumed by the emperor he would become.
He rose and kissed me one last time. Then he left the tent- walking, as Romans would say, into the mouth of the wolf.
“Apollo,” Calypso nudged my arm.
“Don’t go!” I pleaded. Then my past life burned away. “
Never forget this hear-wrenching part:
“As I often did for him after our workout sessions, I filled his great marble bath with streaming rose-scented water. I helped him out of his soiled tunic and eased him into the tub. For a moment, he relaxed and closed his eyes.
I recalled how he looked sleeping besides me when we were teens. I remembered his easy laugh as we raced through the woods, and the way his face scrunched up adorably when I bounced grapes off his nose.
I sponged away the spittle and blood from his beard. I gently washed his face. Then I closed my hands around his neck. “I’m sorry.”
I pushed his head underwater and began to squeeze. Commodus was strong. Even in his weakened state, he thrashed and fought. In had to channel my godly might to keep him submerged, and, in doing so, I must’ve revealed my true nature to him.
He went still, his blue eyes wide with surprise and betrayal. He could not speak, but he mouthed the words: You. Blessed. Me.
The accusation forced a sob from my throat. The day his father died, I had promised Commodus: You will always have my blessings, Now I was ending his reign. I was interfering in mortal affairs- not just to save lives, or to save Rome, but because I could not stand to see my beautiful Commodus die by anyone else’s hands.
I hunched over him, crying, my hands around his throat, until the bathwater cooled.
Britomartis was wrong. I didn’t fear water. I simply couldn’t look at the surface of any pool without imagining Commodus’ face, stung with betrayal, staring up at me.”
Rick Riordan has a talent of portraying gods and their actions unlike anyone else.
Apollo loved Commodus, he loved him deeply and wholeheartedly, but he couldn’t see anyone else killing his beloved Commodus. He killed him, for he could not stand the way the young man he loved had destroyed himself, turning into a murderous, evil emperor.
For me, Apollo has always been a complex god.
He said so himself in the first book, when he called his arrogance a pretense, when he mentioned he was a guilt-ridden, miserable god. He has never been good at love, for some reason, all of his lovers end tragically in one way or another, some by his own hand (Cassandra, Commodus, etc). It weighs him down more than he admitted when he was a god. As a mortal, he is more connected to his emotions, and is unable to put his usual facade of coolness and of arrogance.
Everything he has done, every sin he has committed, weighs him down:
“I imagined Trophonius’ head transposed on his body- my son’s agonized voice crying to the heavens, Take me instead! Save him, Father, please!
This blended with the face of Commodus, staring at me, wounded and betrayed as his carotid pulse hammered against my hands. You. Blessed. Me.
I sobbed and hugged the commode- the only thing that wasn’t spinning. Was there anyone I hadn’t betrayed and disappointed? Any relationship I hadn’t destroyed?
And, since we’re talking about Apollo and his change, I’d like to mention his relationship with Meg.
In the beginning, he could not stand her. Then by the end of the first book, he cared for her. Now, on this second book, the feeling grows and morphs into something so profound and so beautiful that I do not have words for it.
“No! She was- she was trying to protect me.” I choked on the words. “She is my friend. Take me instead!”
“She is precious to you,” Said the Oracle. “Would you give your life in exchange for hers?”
I had trouble processing that question. Give up my life? At any point in my four thousand years of existence, my answer would’ve been an emphatic No! Are you crazy? One should never give up on one’s life. One’s life is important! The whole point of my quests in the mortal world, finding and securing all these ancient Oracles, was to regain immorality so I wouldn’t have to ponder such awful questions!
And yet… I thought of Emmie and Josephine renouncing immortality for each other. I thought of Calypso giving up her home, her powers, and eternal life for a chance to roam the world, experience love, and possibly enjoy the wonders of high school in Indiana.
“Yes,” I found myself saying. “Yes, I would die for Meg McCaffrey.”
And lastly but not least important:
When Apollo shared Meg’s curse, slipping into her mind and trying to save her:“I would share this burden with her, even if it kills me.”
What saved us what a simultaneous thought: Meg/Apollo needs me.
There we had Apollo, someone that, supposedly, only cared about himself, risking his life, his human life, to save his little but beloved friend from madness and darkness.
It’s a beautiful moment, more so for those of us that adore Apollo since before the PJO books. It’s a beautiful character development from the fuckboy we saw in Titan’s Curse; it’s a beautiful character development from the god that we met in the first TOA book, the god that could only feel annoyance towards Meg.
“Let the girl go,” I whimpered through the pain. “Kill me and let her go.”
I surprised myself. These were not the last words I had planned. In the event of my death, I’d been hoping to have time to compose a ballad of my glorious deeds- a very long ballad. Yet here I was, at the end of my life, pleading not for myself, but for Meg McCaffrey.”
The mention of other gods through the book:
Apparently, gods have a weekly game night in Mount Olympus where Athena loves to gloat about her Scrabble scores.
AND THIS SAVAGE LINES: (AKA: my cute, dorky ex-god being dorky as fuck)
“Ever since my famous battle with Python, I’ve had a phobia of scaly reptilian creatures. (Especially if you include my stepmother, Hera. BOOM!)
“I’ve always found spiders fascinating creatures, despite what Athena thinks. If you ask me, she’s just jealous of their beautiful faces. BOOM!”
This important, yet short part:
Leto knelt at Zeus’ side, her hands clasped in prayer. Her bronze arms glowed against her white sundress. Her long golden hair zigzagged down her back in an elaborate ladder weave.
“Please, my lord!” She implored. “He is your son. He has learned his lesson!”
“Not yet,” Zeus rumbled. “His real test is yet to come.”
I laughed and waved. “Hi, mom! Hi, dad!”
There we have a glimpse of Leto being concerned over Apollo’s fate and we see that she cares. Zeus is, as always, being shady as fuck, and Apollo is super cute while hallucinating and being under the effect of the waters of Mnemosyne and Lethe.
Apollo realizes how hard some demigods have it:
“I’m new to these heroic-quest business. Shouldn’t there be a reward at the end? Not just more deadly quests?”
“Nope,” Leo said. “This is pretty standard.”
My sweet, innocent Lester seems to forget that when he was Apollo, as a god, he never cared much for the quests he made demigods go through.
“I wondered if demigods ever felt the need to restrain themselves when facing ungrateful gods like this. No. Surely not. I was special and different. And I deserved better treatment.”
Had Percy Jackson been there, he would’ve written a gigantic thesis statement with a power-point presentation about how wrong Apollo was.
Also, this part:
“I knelt next to him- a boy of about sixteen, my mortal age. I felt no pulse. I didn’t know whose side he had fought on, but that didn’t matter. Either way, his death had gone to waste. I had begun to think that perhaps demigod lives were not as disposable as we gods liked to believe.”
Finally, at the moment of war, Apollo realizes how easy it is for a mortal to die. And most times, demigods die because of the gods.
The part where they find out Georgina might be Apollo’s daughter:
The whole scene, though the most painful part was when Emmie asked if it was payback for having renounced to his gift of immortality:
“I hadn’t known I could feel any worse, until I did. I really hate that about the mortal heart. It seems to have an infinite capacity of getting heavier.
“Dear Emmie,” I said. “I would never. Even on my worse days, when I’m destroying nations with plague arrows or putting together set lists for Kidz Bop compilations, I would never take revenge in such a way…”
That shows that he was a good god, even if he murdered and punished people, he had some kind of morality. He knew where his boundaries went: like when he mentioned that he flirted with the Hunters, but that he would never dare to go any further than that.
Had it been Zeus, he would’ve raped them already; and canonically, on mythology, I’ve never read about any case of Apollo raping anyone.
Also, I really liked that Rick added certain parts that showed that our actions, as mortals, are what define us and that, once we take one wrong decision, we cannot pray for better things when it is us that fuck things up.
I’ve heard so many people complain that their prayers were never answered, that their God never helped them. They don’t seem to realize that God cannot help us if we don’t help ourselves first.
It’s shown here:
“Don’t blame me for you robbing the king’s treasury!” I snarled. “You are here because you messed up.”
“I prayed to you!”
“Well, perhaps you didn’t pray for the right thing at the right time!” I yelled. “Pray for wisdom before you do something stupid! Don’t pray for me to bail you out after you follow your worst instincts!”
Apollo’s son, Trophonius, made wrong choices all his life, and when it came back to him, he wanted his father to miraculously save him. It doesn’t work like that, God/gods cannot help if we try to make them fix our whole lives.
The way they temporarily defeated Commodus. (I found extremely pretty the way Apollo’s real form was revealed) (Finally we had an explanation as to why gods’ real forms are deadly to mortals: they’re pure light.)
The second chance Apollo gave Lityerses. “Everything alive deserves a chance to grow.
Lityerses sobbing when Emmie said he could be part of their family.
All the “lit” jokes. And the commode ones too.
“The two bumped fists as if they hadn’t spent the last few days talking about how much they wanted to kill each other. They would’ve made fine Olympian gods.”
Little Georgina’s words to Apollo. How he told her he was there for her if she wanted to talk. How he was concerned about her, even if he was not sure if she was his daughter.
“You’ve built something good here, Hemithea.” I said. “Commodus could not destroy it. You’ll restore what you’ve lost. I envy you.”
Everywhere he goes, Apollo seems to crave home. Not Olympus. Home, as in: a place where he’d feel loved and safe. In the 1st book, he wanted to stay in Camp with his children, now there, he admits that he craved the lovely home, the safe environment that they created at the Waystation.
“It all felt so homey and cozy, I wanted to volunteer to wash dishes if it meant getting to stay another day.”
Apollo trying to fix what he did to Agamethus by offering to go to the Underworld once he became a god again, to ask Hades to send him to Elysium.
“Never underestimate the healing power of music.”
Lit staying in the Waystation.
Apollo mentioning that he believed in second chances, and that he could understand Lit since they had things in common- being attractive being one of those things.
Apollo’s talking arrow only speaking bad Shakespearean English.
“Being productive. Urgh.” Same, Apollo, same.
The whole choo-choo scene, I don’t now why but I really really loved that part.
The fact that WE MIGHT GET TO SEE REYNA, FRANK AND HAZEL ON THE NEXT BOOK.
GROVER UNDERWOOD IS FINALLY BACK. MY SON, MY BABY, MY FAVORITE ENCHILADA LOVER SATYR. HE WILL BE BACK.
I must’ve missed many points, but this was already very long. In general, I really loved The Dark Prophecy, and I recommend everyone to read it as soon as they can! It is honestly so, so good. As good as the first one, I cannot wait for The Burning Maze!
Based on what you've come to know as a fan of BTS, if you had to guess - what do you think they each have for possible kinks? 🤔
I read these “kink lists” or MTL <insert kink here> all
the time and I almost always think differently from what others put down on their
lists. Which is fine, because none of us
have the slightest clue what the boys are really into. And, to be honest, if I had written my list a
month ago, it would probably look different than the one I’ve written
below. I can’t ever make up my mind.
Also, because I can’t ever do things simply or just follow
instructions, it’s not really a list of kinks as much as it is ramblings about sex
categorized by member.
BTS KINKS ACCORDING TO ME!
Jin: Total slut
who is down for most anything as long as he gets laid in the process. Tie him up? Sure! Tie you up? Okay! Sex in an
alley? Bring it on! Threeways, orgies, or totally generic missionary style?
Yes, please! Not into hardcore
BDSM. Would rather not have anything stuck
in his butt, but could be convinced if horny enough. Not a dom, not a sub – just wants to put his
penis in your vagina and willing to do what it takes to make that happen. Body types don’t generally matter to him. Fat,
skinny, tall, short, whatever – he will want to fuck you… but I do think he’s
got a special thing for chubby chicks.
Yoongi: My absolute bias, therefore I believe he’s mostly
into the same things I’m into. Don’t
fight me on this – it’s my list and I get to choose my delusions. Long, slow build up into sex. Lots of teasing, nipple sucking, shallow
fucking – won’t start pounding you hard until you are absolutely begging him
for it. Everything is a competition in
his head, so he needs to make you cum first in order to “win” at sex. Not a big moaner. Loves to dirty talk – like really, super
obscene, sometimes bordering on demeaning but never goes too far. Wakes up in the middle of the night and wants
sex. Likes morning sex too. Prefers sex
in a bed because he likes to be comfortable.
Sadly, he’s not into public sex, but will totally finger bang you at the
bar when he’s drunk.
Hoseok: Likes to
keep things private. Prefers monogamous
relationships where you build trust over time.
Pretty standard sex life at first but once he trusts you, he starts
pushing the boundaries and letting you in on what he really likes. Into sensory deprivation – blindfolds and
earplugs, so he can’t see or hear you coming.
Not a traditional sub – he’s not into being obedient to you or anyone,
but he does like it when you take the lead sexually. Wants to get pegged by you, especially if he’s
getting a hand job at the same time.
Actually, really enjoys hand jobs in general. Likes occasional orgasm denial or ruined
orgasms because it makes him cum harder when he gets to orgasm for real the
Namjoon: His intellectual curiosity transfers over to
his sex life as well. Has read a ton of
books and magazine articles on sex. Watches a shit-load of porn. Extremely open minded. Wants to try everything at least once. Always checking in on you during sex to make
sure you’re still into whatever is going on.
Asks for a lot of feedback – wants to know if you prefer he go fast or
slow, long strokes or short, up or down… he’s like a sexual investigator. Is an awkward dom, but working on getting
better at it. Willing sub, but can’t do
it all the time. Into MFF threesomes… a
lot! Wants to fuck you in the butt. Totally turned on by all body types, but is the
most easily distracted by big boobs.
Jimin: Slightly dom leaning during sex but not life. Gets off on being seen as manly, so wants to
take the lead on pleasuring you – but not interested in being overly demanding
or punitive. Has an extremely strong
desire to be needed by you. Wants your
praise desperately. Gets off on hearing
you moan and works hard to make that happen.
Tiny exhibitionist streak in him and likes it when you feel him up in
public, but not into full blown public sex. Likes to hear you dirty talk to him. Wants to fuck you in front of a mirror so he
can see everything that is going on.
Wants you to strip and lap dance for him, eager to do the same in
return. Into sexting and mutual
likely to categorize girls into “girls you fuck” and “girls you marry”. Respectful to both, but can’t quite reconcile
that you can be both. He’ll outgrow it eventually. In the meantime, he’s focused on the “girls
you fuck” category. Fascinated by strong
and dominant women, so willing to be a sub in bed to them, but not interested
in being a life-style sub. Thinks he has
to try to get all his sexual needs satisfied now before he settles down with
the proverbial good girl, so he’s not thinking much about long term
relationships at the moment. Wants variety. Into one-night-stands and
Totally up for threesomes, MFF or MMF – he doesn’t care. Really wants you to sit on his face.
he needs to change sex positions every few minutes. Likes to challenge himself (and you) into
athletic sexual positions, like standing 69.
Wants to work his way through all the positions in the Kamasutra. Likes sex outdoors, in the woods, on the
beach, in the backseat of the car parked along a country road. Enjoys occasional quickies, but prides
himself on endurance sex. Excellent
orgasm control so he can go for a long time.
Not happy unless you’ve had multiple orgasms. Recovers quickly, so able to have sex
multiple times a day. Totally into
biting, scratching and hair pulling.
Will happily spank you at your request.
These are some new homebrew magic items that work especially well for the barbarians in your D&D group! Happy barbarian week, everyone! (I tried to stay away from straight-up weapons, opting for things that either work off of a barbarian’s rage ability, play to a barbarian’s strengths, or give more HP rather than AC)
Rare, any slashing weapon
Such weapons have a thick blade, almost like a guillotine. They are outfitted with heavy duty iron chains grafted to the blade and hooked onto the haft or hilt. After killing an enemy with a Cleaving Weapon, you can make an additional free melee attack with it against an adjacent enemy at a -5 penalty to attack.
Greater Cleaving Weapon
Very Rare, any slashing weapon
After killing an enemy with a Greater Cleaving Weapon, you can make an additional free melee attack with it against an adjacent enemy at a -2 penalty to attack.
Very Rare, any melee weapon, requires attunement
This weapon usually has a hand guard with wicked bone spines jutting out of it. Its hilt or haft is wrapped with stingray skin leather. Whenever a creature successfully lands a melee attack against you, if that creature is in your threatened area, you may use your reaction to make a melee attack against that creature with your Karmic Weapon.
Mask of Focused Fury
Uncommon, head, requires attunement by a barbarian
This mask is a magically treated elk skull. It does not have antlers but streams of fire jet out of the two spots where antlers would normally go, and only while the wearer is raging. While enraged, if you are attuned to this mask and are subjected to a WIS saving throw, you may end your rage early using your reaction to gain a bonus on the saving throw equal to your proficiency modifier. Once you use this item, it cannot be used again until you finish a long rest.
Helm of the Mad Gods
Very Rare, head, requires attunement by a barbarian
This spangenhelm looks to be magically shaped several strips of metal twisted together. The rivets seem to shift like metallic eyes. While raging, roll an additional damage die whenever you roll for damage. The target of each of your attacks is determined randomly. Only creatures within a radius equal to your movement speed centered on you are eligible to be attacked, and you will move if necessary to attempt to attack such creatures. If there is only one creature within this range you have a 25% chance to attack at imaginary enemies, completely ignoring other creatures for that round. This does not end your rage prematurely.
Torc of Restoration
Rare, arm, requires attunement by a barbarian
This armband of woven gold can be used once a day as a bonus action to remove a condition currently afflicting you or else heal you for 4d4+4 HP. Using this ability expends one daily use of your rage.
Sash of Ceaseless Furor
Uncommon, waist, requires attunement
This woolen cloth belt is red with an orange pattern that looks like dragon scales. You may use this sash to enter a barbarian rage for one minute once per day as a free action. If you are a barbarian, this rage lasts for two minutes instead and expends a use of your rage as normal.
Maul of Havoc
Rare, any martial bludgeoning weapon, requires attunement by a barbarian
Most Mauls of Havoc are blessed by Kord and are made of a heavy metal with his holy symbol somewhere prominent on the business end. The weapon always proves to be a lot heavier than it looks. It is actually testing its potential wielders, becoming lighter for those that can successfully lift it. This weapon is treated as a +1 magic weapon. You can expend a daily use of your rage ability to deal a bonus 6d10 force damage when attacking an unattended, nonmagical object.
Oil of Blunting Blows
This thick paste is an ocher color with green flecks in it. It smells strongly of troll sweat. When you apply this oil to your skin, a process taking about one minute, you gain 30 temporary hit points that fade after two hours or after you have taken over 30 damage.
Harness of the Boar
Very Rare, torso, requires attunement by a barbarian
These mystic leather straps and belts are inscribed with pictographs from some lost civilization. While wearing the harness, if you are reduced to zero HP during a rage, you continue to fight. However, you must attack the nearest creature each round, even if it is an ally. If there is more than one possible target, you must roll randomly. You continue to roll a Death saving throw each round as you normally would while at 0 HP. If you stabilize, you gain one level of exhaustion and fall unconscious.
Rings of Shared Temper
Rare, finger, requires attunement by two creatures.
This pair of rings come clasped together. They each look like two pieces of Arborean wood woven together, either grown that way or through magical means. While two creatures are each wearing one of these two rings and are attuned to them, they empathically share their strongest emotions. One wearer can make an Insight check against the other’s CHA check to determine how the other is feeling at any given moment. Strong emotions may not require a check at the discretion of the DM. Most notably, when a barbarian attuned to one ring enters a rage while another creature is wearing and attuned to the other ring, that creature also enters a rage. The creature may attempt a DC 16 WIS saving throw to resist the effect.
Vest of the Owlbear
Very Rare, torso, requires attunement
This thick vest has large feathers on the openings for the arms and head and is fitted with bone clasps. A creature wearing this owlbear leather vest has their maximum hit point total increased by 15. Once per day, the wearer can cast Enhance Ability on themselves, choosing Bear’s Endurance.
Blade of the Falling Star
Legendary, requires attunement
This sword is a wide, rectangular blade with a thick barbed point facing the enemy. Upon it is engraved the epic tale of a celestial that fell from the heavens to the material plane to offer their guidance in times of dire need. When you speak the celestial’s name, it shimmers a baby blue. This weapon is treated as a +2 greatsword. A creature attuned to this weapon deals +2d4 Radiant damage on attacks with the weapon while they have less than half of their maximum hit point total.
Emblem of Fire
Very Rare, chest, requires attunement by a barbarian
This golden brooch is emblazoned with rubies cut to look like fire. When you enter a rage, the rubies glow hot and red. You may use a bonus action to cast Fire Shield on yourself.
Gauntlets of Titangrip
Rare, hands, requires attunement
These hefty mitts are made of a secret gray dwarven iron and are carved with runes on the backhand and palms. The knuckles are embellished with stout talons. When you grapple a creature that is at least one size category larger than you, they cannot choose to automatically escape your grapple. When grappling a creature that is equal to your size category, you gain +2 to the roll.
I am not a man who believes in the supernatural. I work a 9-5 in a 30th floor office suite, surrounded by familiar, reliable representations of human ingenuity–steel and glass and wall-to- wall carpeting. I deal in managing the personal holdings of those more successful than me, and am occasionally tossed a small raise by my disinterested boss. When the setting sun begins to bleed through my vertical shades, I ride the hermetically sealed elevator down to the parking garage, climb into my 2010 Honda Civic, and traverse the 25 miles to my two-story house in the suburbs. For the past thirty years, my life has taken a predictable and comfortably tedious trajectory. Strange dreams, always half-forgotten by morning, sometimes trouble my nights, but who among us doesn’t have nightmares?
My wife Elizabeth was supposed to drive Jenny to summer camp, but something at her work came up last minute, and so I found myself heading northwest on I-89. It was a Sunday and there were few other vehicles on the road. Though it was almost noon and the sun was high overhead, the trees and underbrush by the sides of the highway blocked out most of the sunlight, creating a solemn, almost foreboding atmosphere. My step-daughter, nose buried in a book as usual, wasn’t a natural conversationalist, and after a few attempts to engage her, I gave up and allowed myself to be lulled by the relentless chorus of the cicadas.
I hadn’t been in this part of the state since my early childhood, when my parents had rented a small weekend house deep in the Vermont woods. It isn’t as though I actively avoided returning to The Kingdom–I was simply a middle-aged, middle-class American whose solitary childhood imaginings belonged to the distant past, to the realm of make-believe, of half-remembered nightmares. And yet…
There it was, the familiar dirt road winding into the forest, and then almost unconsciously I was slowing down, pulling off to the side of the road to a conveniently-located rest stop. Jenny looked up from her book and regarded me with some trepidation.
“It’s all right,” I reassured her. “We have plenty of time. I just want to show you the place where I used to spend my summers, when I was around your age.”
Request from Anonymous: Hi! Can you do a Richiexreader imagine where he has a crush on you and ignores you and Beverly invites you to the lake and he is very nervous so the others tease him about it? Thanks!
Author Note: It’s a little longer then planned and has things leading up to what you asked, but I hope you still enjoy it Anon!
(Y/n) yelped as she hit the pavement. Her whole body flaring with pain as the little spikes dug into her skin. She sneered slightly hearing Bowers’s annoying laugh filling the startling quiet air. Her body was quivering slightly as she pushed herself up from the ground. “F-Fuck you Bowers,” (Y/n) coughed out wincing as his boot connected with her ribs and for a moment she thought she heard a sickening snap.
Bowers yanked (Y/n) up by her hair making her cry out in pain as tears filled her eyes. Henry’s were curled back and it reminded (Y/n) of a snarling dog… She whimpered slightly realizing the trouble she got herself in. Her with her big mouth. “What was that (L/n)?” He snarled tightening his grip on her hair making her cry out in pain.
(Y/n)’s vision blurred with tears and she could distinctly hear Victor and Belch chuckling somewhere behind Bowers. She cried out again as Bowers yanked her hair once more and something wet, she was guessing tears, spilled down her face.
“Well (L/n)? You had such a big mouth a minute ago. Tell me what you said.”
“She said fuck off so leave her alone asshole.” The new voice caught (Y/n) by surprise though she memorized that voice from anywhere. What was Richie doing here?! She looked to where she heard the voice and sure enough there stood Richie. But why weren’t the others with him?
Bowers laughed glancing back at his friends with a sickly grin on his face. “Oh look guys four eyes here wants to save his girlfriend,” He mocked as his friends howled with laughter. However, the celebrating was short lived when a rock slammed into the side of Bower’s head. His hand let go of (Y/n)’s hair and instead held his head to see if there was blood.
Richie instantly bolted for (Y/n). His hand wrapping around hers as he tugged her away. The two made a run for it down a nearby alleyway as Bowers’s goons yelled curses as they chased after the two. (Y/n) wasn’t familiar at all with her surroundings, but she trusted Richie. So she allowed the boy to lead her away from the bullies.
(Y/n) was quite surprised when she found out Richie had brought her to his house. (”Just until I’m sure Bowers is gone (Y/n).”) So here she sat on the edge of his bed as he went off to get some ice for her bruises. While she was gone her thoughts went back to what brought her here. You see Bowers had caught (Y/n) on her way home and decided he needed to get some anger out before he got home. She supposed she was the lucky target that day. She couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Richie hadn’t been there. “Probably bruised up,” She thought bitterly.
“Here (Y/n) I think this should be enough ice.” (Y/n)’s thoughts fragmented once Richie stepped into the room. His eyes glancing at the bruises on the side of her arm as he held out the ice. (Y/n) took the ice mumbling a quiet thanks as she pressed it against her side, the biggest bruise was there, and tried not to shrink under Richie’s worried gaze.
“Richie I thought you were supposed to be at the arcade with Eddie,” (Y/n) finally said voicing the thoughts that were circling in her head. She had asked Richie for help with something, it was harder to remember the specifics, but he claimed he was going to hang out with Eddie, but perhaps he could help some other day. “So why were you the
Richie sat down beside (Y/n) causing the bed to sink slightly. His gaze was elsewhere and his eyes never met hers as he spoke. “I was with Eddie… But I decided to head home when I saw Bowers hurting you…” (Y/n) was quite surprised at how serious Richie seemed in that moment. There was no light-heated tone to his voice not even a horrible joke or comeback. For a moment Richie Tozier seemed years older. However, it quickly vanished as he let out a small chuckle. “I can’t believe you told Bowers to fuck off though.”
(Y/n) smiled and pressed a kiss to Richie’s cheek. “I learned from the best,” She replied. A red hue spread across Richie’s face and he had to refrain himself from smiling like an idiot.
Richie was indeed ignoring (Y/n). She had tried her best to speak with the loud mouthed boy, but any attempt to do so always failed. He always found someway of escape and it bothered her to no end. It all started after that event with Bowers… What happened that could of changed their relationship so much? Did he not want to be friends anymore? (Y/n) was unsure, but it left a sickly feeling in her stomach any time she thought about it. In fact (Y/n) hardly hung out with anyone from the Losers club. It always ended up awkward considering her best friend hardly spoke a word to her anymore. So she slowly drifted away and instead spent her days in Derry’s library.
That was until she ran into Beverly outside of the library on her way home. It was a quick conversation, but she practically begged (Y/n) to join the group at the Quarry. (”Come on (Y/n) it’ll be fun!”) So she reluctantly agreed and here she was making her way through the woods trying to force her nerves down. “It’s going to be fine (Y/n) just try to ignore how weird Richie is acting,” She mentally thought as she neared the Quarry.
“So Richie you excited that (Y/n)’s coming~” (Y/n) froze confused as to why they brought you up. It took you a moment to recognize the voice, but you were pretty sure it was Eddie.
“Not excited as your mom was seeing me,” A voice, obviously Richie, snapped back a hint of annoyance in his voice. (Y/n) was now closer to the Quarry and could see the outline of the group. Richie was in between Bill and Eddie while Stan and Ben sat on top of a nearby Rock. Beverly however was resting on a towel among some river pebbles and was chuckling slightly at the guys’ bickering.
“Aw come on Richie! Don’t be nervous! Unless you don’t really have the balls to do it.” That was Stanley this time, which shocked you just a little but then again he was friends with Richie… Richie was good at corrupting people that way. But what was Richie planning to do?
“Oh shut it Stan. Your sister should know I have them,” Richie responded seeming angry and yet… He was fiddling with his glasses which he only did when he got nervous.
“That you have the balls to do what Richie?” Richie’s head snapped up as (Y/n) stepped out from the woods. Her mind concluded there could only be one thing that Richie was going to do. It was quite obvious at this point… “To tell me that you don’t want to be friends anymore?” Tears were gathering in your eyes now and instantly Richie on his feet.
“Of course not! That’s not- Why would you think that?” His voice was frantic and everyone was quite shocked to see the usually calm boy become an anxious mess so easily.
(Y/n) however was confused at his question and his denial over their loss of friendship. why was he avoiding her then? What was all of this even about?! “Well let’s see Richie. You’ve ignored me for weeks now for no damn reason. I try to speak with you and you quickly run off what was I supposed to think? Not to mention-” (Y/n) was cut off as Richie tugged her by her shirt and pressed his lips roughly against hers.
It was messy and not the best kiss for most people, but it was your first. So to you it was practically perfect, though you found it rude he did it while you were talking. The group was practically shell shocked as Richie pulled away with a bright crimson face. Except for Beverly she just smirked from her spot. “Look I did that because it’s nerve racking to speak with you, and I’m not at all cool or calm. Like now I’m just rambling and Jesus Christ I need to just shut up…” The longer Richie spoke the redder his face got making you chuckle slightly.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, making the red reach to the tip of his ears. “Richie if you had said that at the beginning things would have been a lot easier,” She joked flashing him a reassuring smile.
You turn around as Shawn pulls his jeans off. You stare at the far wall, looking around aimlessly when you catch sight of Shawn in the reflection of the mirror on the back of your door. He’s standing there in his boxers that are clinging to everything, drying his hair with the towel. He looks up and sees you in the mirror and smiles big and lets out a chuckle.
“Do you have anything I can wear?” Shawn asks as he wraps the towel around his waist.
You turn around and go to your dresser. “I think I have some sweats and a hoodie maybe?”
“Perfect,” he says as you hand him a pair of your older brother’s black hand me down sweats that are too big for you and an oversize hoodie you had folded up on top of your dresser. It’s the only things you have that might fit his huge frame. You turn around as he puts them on in case he wanted to take his boxers off. “I’m sorry Liam was such an asshole in the end,” Shawn says softly.
Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Summary: After killing Dick Roman, the reader ends up in purgatory with Dean
Word Count: 1.600
Warnings: Violence, broken reader
A/N: This was written for @hannahindie and @pinknerdpanda Punk’s Not Dead Creative Challenge. Congrats on 200 followers and thanks for the fun challenge!
This does not exactly follow the original storyline.
It was terrible. One moment, there was this bone in the leviathans throat, his huge mouth with its long teeth opening wide in a growl before everything suddenly became black goo.
Then there was purgatory. You didn’t realize it at first, all you could see were the huge, dark trees towering above you and a dead forest that seemed to stretch for miles. But then you were greeted by a creature that appeared out of nowhere.
“Welcome to Purgatory“ it grinned, licking its fangs and crouching down, steadying itself on the ground with his claws. It jumped at you, but you were faster and already had your knife drawn from your jacket. The thing basically jumped into its own death, right at your weapon, pulling you to the ground with it.
My “guiding” goddess, Hecate. The first time I heard of her it felt like a million bricks falling at once, she was all I could think about. I dreamt of her leading me through the woods. I’ve never felt that way about any other god/des and I haven’t since.
♥ y’all so you’d never expect it but bill n stan have the best fuckin first date
♥ sorry did i say you’d never expect it i meant to say OF COURSE THEY DID
♥ after they beat pennywise’s dumb clown ass and they’re out in the barrens bill’s looking at stan with those bitch ass bandages and he’s like “whoa what an angel” because hot damn there’s a literal,, ring of light around this boy. when did stan become beautiful??? (wait no he was born beautiful. bill just didn’t notice)
♥ bill buys a bird plushie and wraps a message around it’s leg like messenger pigeons they used in the way and throws it at stan (”s-so it’d look like it was fl-flying, stan!”) next time he sees him (he carried it around in his bag for like two days thinking he’d see stan but their schedules conflicted)
♥ “i-it was meant to be like a pigeon bu-but they only had bu-budgie toys in the st-st-store.”
♥ stan’s hoe ass loves it
♥ the message is something dumb like “you’re owl i need, stan. wanna go on a date?”
♥ “bill you’re giving me like 3 different birds here wyd”
♥ first date???? no food. stan’s just not up for eating in public it makes his chest hurt and his head spin and he can’t deal. bill already knows this and is totally like !! damn boi i’ll give you the best non-typical date ever babe!!!
♥ they go on a walk through the woods n it’s so nice the way the lighting is dappled by the leaves on the trees and when it hits the right spot on stan’s face he looks godly and bill’s so fucking gay right now jesus (fun fact: all sports are the right spot when does stan not look like a god)
♥ stan’s still stan but he’s like?? so much more suddenly??? he’s affectionate and likes brushing his hands against bill’s and leaning into him as they walk and as he does bill can feel his heart racing and he’s like “same stan me too” internally and it’s grand.
♥ they do a bit of birdwatching and stan points out his faves!!! bill loves the way his eyes light up when he sees the feathered friends like mmMM yes (he’s already decided he’s buying stan a bird for his birthday sometime (and he does when they’re 20 and bill does that dumb messenger bird thing again only this time it’s an engagement ring and stan sobs because he gets a bird and a fiance of his own) )
♥ as they’re headed home there’s a spot of rain and bill starts to just,, fall apart because jesus he just had to let go of the brother he lost to a storm and stan does the only thing he can think of doing, still high off the euphoria of spending the day with the boy he’s loved since he realised he was gay and he just kisses bill and they give a whole new meaning to rain in their hearts and yeah, they’ll never forget georgie but now there’s this new happy memory to associate with rain
♥ it’s the start of a beautiful relationship that lasts forever and ever and nothing bad ever happens and that’s canon i’m sorry i don’t make the rules.
And it is always yours But I am always yours -Switchfoot from Always
The sharp poke of a pistol in your side woke you up with a start. The brunette woman from a few days prior had been replaced with a large gray-haired man that called himself Bones. He had glowered down at you as you set up in the hard cot. He motioned for you to stand up and you groaned as you did. The swell of your belly seemed to be pulling down on you.
Bones gripped your arm tight as he led you out of the tiny room. From what you could tell, they were holding you in an old abandoned building. They had knocked you out when they had forced you into the SUV. A big goose egg still poked through the skin on your left temple. Bones lead you through the layout of the building and you tried to peek through the windows to see if you could identify anything significant. You could only make out the windy fields of the local farms. You hissed in pain when Bones yanked you so that your back was to him.
“Put out ya hands, girl.” He demanded. You compiled and grunted as he harshly tied your wrists together behind your back. He barked at you to sit in an old wood chair and then proceeded to bound your feet together. You glared up into his fat face as he wheezed into yours. His breath was foul and it made your empty stomach roll.
“I need to eat something.” You grunted as he pulled away to admire his handy work. You watched him almost roll his eyes into the back of his head in response.
“Oh shut your whining mouth. Lady Bevell gave me strict orders.” He chuckled with his many chins. You inwardly recoiled when they jiggled.
“Yeah. I heard. She said to keep me HEALTHY for her to use as leverage. I have to eat and drink you idiot. If you haven’t noticed- I’m pregnant!.” You barked out at your captor. He looked at you dumbly and then your words seemed to sink into his thick head. He let out a string of profanity and disappeared from the room.
You groan again as the baby gave a sharp kick to your ribs. Her movements had become quite erratic over the last few days and you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You’re daddy will find us. That much I can promise.” You whispered to your belly. The sharp kicks seemed to turn to softer flutters at the sound of your voice. The tears were almost instant as you bowed your head. They splattered on the concrete floor and for the first time in a long time you prayed to God.
“Please, Chuck… Please just let him find us.” You whispered into the wind. Your chin was painfully jerked up and a bottle of water was forced into your mouth. You sputtered as the liquid choked you, but you quickly drank it greedily. Bones yanked the bottle away and tires to mash soup into your face but you are ready this time and devour the morsels.
“Happy you little bitch?” He snarled at you. You glared up at into his stare- completely unafraid of him. His words making something primal in you snap. You pulled at your bound wrists and swore if you could then you would beat him to death.
“What’s wrong Bonsey? Afraid you’ll run out of food before Mommy can get back? Didn’t she teach you how to share? Not like you need anymore food anyway.” You said with a loud and cruel laugh. You cried out when the butt of the pistol makes a loud sickening crack against your left cheek. You reeled from the pain as the bastard yanked your head up by your hair. Through the pain, you glared up at him as your left eye begins to swell shut.
“I promise you one thing, you fat fucker. You won’t be getting out of this alive.” You spat as you prepared for another strike up. A high pitched ‘ahem’ caused you to peer around to the back of Bones. Toni was standing behind him looking exasperated.
“That will be quite enough of that Mr. Bones.”
You almost laughed when you saw his face fall and a tremor ran through him. He turned slowly to stare down at her and his adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
“But ma'am she….”
Toni held up a hand to stop him from finishing his statement. She pushed past him while ordering him to go unload the car. You flinched when she approached you- her fingers flitting outward to brush a strand of hair out of your eyes.
“You’ll have to forgive Mr. Bones. He’s a bit of a boorish idiot.” She stated with a sigh. She wasn’t completely sure why she had chosen to employ him, but he had done in a pinch. She had a very limited time before the Men of Letters would be able to track her and drag her back to London.
A few hours later, you sit at a small table sipping a bitter tea she had told you would help with the pain. You had quickly learned that it wasn’t a suggestion that she was making but rather a demand.
“Don’t take anything that happens too personally, dear. It’s just business.” She said as she brought her own cup to her lips. You squinted your eyes at her and can’t help but wonder how you’re not suppose to take any of this personally. The woman was holding you at gunpoint.
You frowned into your cup of tea and then let the lukewarm liquid pass your lips. You wrinkled your nose at the taste and put the cup on the table. You craned your head to the side as you hear the chiming of a phone. The tone was very familiar and your eyes widen in realization. That was your ringtone for when Dean called your phone.
Toni gave a hefty smirk as she pulled it from her pocket and threw it onto the table. Your heart swelled into your throat when the phone went to voicemail. She motioned for you to take it and you picked it up quickly. Your stomach sank with all the alerts that you had from Dean, Sam, and even Castiel. The messages they had all left you were quite desperate sounding, but it was the last voicemail from Dean that broke your resolve.
“Y/N, Baby please… Please you have to be OK. I can’t take this. I can’t take you not being here…. I need for you to be OK.. God, damn it.. Please just be OK.” You could hear the pain that rested behind those words as the last came out in a strangled sob.
Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as you pressed the end call button. You swallowed them whole and turned to glare at Toni.
“Call him.” She instructed you as she smiled darkly.
You bit your lip as you pushed the call button. The phone didn’t even ring twice before Dean’s voice was rasping out your name.
“Y/N!! Y/N!! What the hell is going on??” You heard him grunt into the phone. Toni motioned for you to answer.
“Dean….” You whispered. “Dean please….”
Toni rolled her eyes as she snatches that phone away from you. You could hear Dean shouting out at you as she puts the phone on speaker.
“Hello, Mr. Winchester.” She greeted in a polite voice. The mood shifts quickly when Dean’s voice rings through the phone.
“Where is she?” Dean asked. The coldness there made you shiver and your hand rested on your stomach. What would he do to this woman when he found you in this condition?
“Don’t worry, dear. I have the GPS turned on her location. You can meet us there. Oh and Dean… No angels, brothers, or mothers… Just you.” Toni said with a warning in her voice.
“When I find you, I will make you regret every day of your life. And that’s a damn promise.” Dean growls lowly into the phone, but his voice changed in an instant when he turned his attention to you. “Sweetheart just hold on a little while longer. I’ll be there in a few hours.” He murmured in the soothing tone that you had always loved.
“Ok… And Dean…” You managed to squeeze out before a sob chokes you.
“Yes, baby?” He purred lowly.
“I love you.” You whispered almost inaudibly.
“I love you too.” He replied and you see Toni roll her eyes. Snatching the phone off the table she ended the call.
“What a lovely couple of fools, you two make.” She muttered before standing up and walking towards the door. She shut it with a loud clanging sound and you heard the sound of a lock clicking. Once her footsteps are far enough away, you paced the room and you brought your thumb up to nervously chew at your nail. Many thoughts raced through your head as hot tears flooded down your cheeks. The main one pushing to the front was how Dean was going to take the news of your daughter?
A tapping on the window in the corner of the room surprised you. You quickly made your way there and glanced through the pile wood that only hung loosely there. You had to cover your mouth when Castiel’s face was looking back at you through the pane to keep from crying out.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t get in there- they have the building warded.”
You nodded your head and smiled as a warm feeling of seeing a familiar face spread through you. Fresh tears flowed down your face, but this time from a true stroke of happiness.
“Are you alright? The baby?” You heard him question. The last question hit you in a hard way and you pressed your hand to your stomach.
“For now.” You whispered in reply.
“Dean sent me to check on the building. He and Sam are on their way and should be here in twenty minutes. Just hold on, we’re going to get you out of there.” He told you with a reassuring smile.
“Cas, does Dean know about her?”
The question caused the angel’s eyes to flit to your stomach. He shook his head in reply.
“No. I haven’t told Dean. That’s not my right.” He murmured and with a fluttering sound of wings- he was gone.
Dean’s eyes flickered to the backseat when the familiar sound of his best friend’s voice broke the harrowing silence inside the impala.
“They’re fine Dean.” Castiel grunted lowly as he made eye contact with him in the rearview mirror.
Sam turned to look at Castiel questionably at his statement.
“Who’s they?” He asked as his brows furrowed. Castiel’s eyes widen and he nearly slapped himself in the forehead for his own mistake. Sam’s expression didn’t change as he implored Castiel’s answer.
Castiel shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat.
“I promised her that I wouldn’t tell you guys….” He groaned with a guilty conscience and slumped in the seat.
“Tell us what Cas?!” Dean snapped. An angry look flashed across his face. The angel remained quiet for a few more moments. Dean’s frustration levels reached a new high as he glared into the angel’s eyes for a moment.
“Damn it, Cas! Tell us WHAT?” He roared again.
Castiel let out a heavy sigh and braced for the impact of his words.
“She’s pregnant Dean.”
A violent jerking of the car caused Sam and Castiel to fly forward in their seats. Dean slammed the car into park on the grassy side of the road. Castiel’s head slammed forward into the seat.
Dean’s fist came down and repeatedly smashed down onto the steering wheel.
“God, damn it! GOD, DAMN IT!” He roared as the words hit him straight into his soul. Hot searing tears poured down his face as his new reality came to be.
After the storm hit there had been a lot of clean up. It took two full days of everyone pitching in to get everything cleaned up and sorted out. Thankfully the damage done to Beaver Cabin was not irreparable and really only meant one window had to be boarded up. The way the tree fell, it missed the roof of the cabin but a large branch had gone through the side window on its way down. The groundskeeper and Ms. Miller nailed up some pressboard and called a company to come fix it. Until then the councilors in that cabin would deal with the ugly window covering.
You were tired from cleaning up for two days and then entertaining kids out in the woods on the third day, today, because they hadn’t really had a chance to leave the main hall very much during clean up. They were all full of pent up energy and they were chasing every bug they could find, climbing trees, catching frogs and just being wild little kids. It seemed every time you and Shawn turned around someone was doing something they should not be. Thus causing you to have to stop the activity, reason with the child, and then find something more constructive for them to do.
You grab your beach towel and your flip flops and head for the cabin door. It’s after 10 o’clock at night, which was after curfew, but you really don’t care. All you wanted was to head down to the lake shore and have a nice quiet swim sans kids. Shawn was asleep, sprawled out all over with one arm hanging off and a foot propped up on the frame at the foot of the bed. The two of you hadn’t talked about what happened the night of the storm. Which suited you just fine. You wanted to deny the attraction until it disappeared.
Summary: Very carefully and skillfully, you have been stealing from the Saviors for over a month now. Until one day you allow your ego to get the best of you and you challenge Negan to try and catch you, himself. Prompt: I had one of the Hide and Seek prompts! I decided to put a twist on it and incorporate more of a cat and mouse type of game. Word Count: 4,265 Pairing: Negan/Female Reader Chapter: One-Shot Warning: NSFW, Smut, Language Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to complete! Thank you Ash for extending the deadline. Congrats on 2,000 followers! I’m not sure if I’m 100% happy with this but I hope you enjoy! Tags: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash@negans-network
“God-fucking damnit!” You heard the loud, thunderous voice of the Saviors leader, Negan, roar out into the woods. “Someone better catch that little fucking thief, TODAY!”
Laughing to yourself, you hurried through the woods, maneuvering your way through the series of trees.