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Odd One Out Part 2 - Soulmate AU (Jughead x Reader)

Summary: After you find out that your soulmate has been intentionally hiding you connection for six years, you assume it’s because he doesn’t want you. Running away from the trailer park in distress, you find yourself on the Southside of Riverdale, in the heart of Serpent territory.

Approx. 1930 words

Part 1 here
Part 3 here

“Ron…Ronnie? Pl… please can you come and pick me up?” you cried down the phone, your stammering the result of your erratic breathing. After your encounter with Jughead, your head had been clouded with too many emotions to focus on where you were running, you just wanted to get away from him, and now you found yourself wondering round a part of Riverdale that you had never set foot in before. You began to panic slightly as you guessed you were probably on the Southside, and consequently in Serpent territory.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Of course I’ll come get you, where are you?” Veronica’s voice was laced with concern.

“I… I… I don’t know where I am” you wailed down the phone, the pitch of your voice rising in accordance with your panic. “I was at the trailer park and then… Ronnie I think I’m somewhere on the Southside.” Your voice wavered, you had the sudden sinking feeling that you might actually be in danger.

“Okay honey, look around and give me a street name, or the name of a shop and I’ll pop it into Google maps and be with you in no time.” Veronica’s voice was steady and calm, you almost laughed as you realised she sounded exactly like your mother. You looked around helplessly. The streetlamps were just beginning to glow as the darkness of evening etched across the sky like spilled ink. You shivered as you realised that you hadn’t seen the sun set and suddenly felt even more vulnerable in the ever-growing darkness.

“Uhh –” you narrowed your eyes as you tried to read the name of the bar across the street from you through the persistently pouring rain. “I’m next to a bar called the Whyte Wyrm.” You heard Veronica inhale sharply and correctly suspected that you were right in the heart of Serpent territory.

“Don’t go anywhere; I’m coming to get you right now.” Veronica’s calm tone faltered slightly. You heard the screech of tyres down the phone just before Veronica hung up and felt comforted knowing that, at the speed Veronica usually drove, she was probably only five minutes away in any direction.

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Everything will be okay

Originally posted by characters-of-a-lifetime

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.408

Request:  Hi I love your blog, can I request a one shot with Castiel where the reader is a hunter and she gets injured badly on a hunt and she calls to Cas over and over needing him to help her. Just a fluffy angel fic please. ( @scarygoodfanfics ).

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The Call of Your Soul - Capter Two

“Basically he said that humans were originally born with four arms and legs and two faces and Zeus split them into half, creating the humans we know today, as a punishment. He was pretty close to the truth. Whenever two half-gods had a child, it created something that was completely human as well as completely god. The perfect creation, an entity of both human and god. Zeus was afraid of the power of these children and split them into two, making them half gods, just like their parents. But as he did so, he split up their souls as well.

I´m a half god and Dan is my other half, my soulmate”

 

“And you´re a half god too.“

Phil´s look changes from confusion to a look that definitely shows he thinks I´m completely crazy and I realize I urgently have to convince him. Phil mutters an upset “What the fuck.” And I quickly try to arrange my thoughts. I´m sure I could do everything from here without him but I´d rather have him with me.

“I know I sound like a complete lunatic, but hear me out please. Think back to the time you first met Dan. You instantly felt this connection to him, like the vibrations of your soul were resonating with his, creating this tingle inside you, that you can still feel today. It never vanished. And you can feel it with me too. Why else would you have trusted me and followed me to the car. You could have screamed for help at any second while we were walking through the hotel, but you didn´t. Dan´s and your soul are highly compatible, but not completely, that is why you got this crazy chemistry between you. Imagine two halves of a triangle; your soul is one half and Dan´s is the other. They seem like they fit perfectly and create a whole, but if you put them together, you see that the angles are not 100% the same. With Dan and me, they are, it perfectly fits.”

I carefully observe Phil´s reaction while I talk. I can a see a flicker of realisation in his eyes when I mention the tingle he feels inside his soul. “3 Minutes.” Boris voice interrupts the silence. I´m running out of time. I look back at Phil, who throws his hands in the air in resignation. “Okay, let´s pretend what you´re saying is true for a moment. How is it going to help Dan?” Phil asks. He sounds desperate and still a little fearful.

“It takes more than a car to kill a half god, especially if his soulmate is by his side. We may not have the power to control elements or throw lightning, but half gods have the power to chance the curse of history and have an incredibly long lifespan. Me being close to him alone is going to strengthen him.” I respond firmly. But Phil doesn´t seem convinced. “But how is that going to help him. He´s already dead, held alive only by some machines!” He argues and the desperation in his voice makes my heart feel heavy. “Death is not definite in my world.” I say sounding more confident in my words than I actually feel. I can see that Phil is dealing with an inner fight, not allowing himself the luxury of hope. Phil´s answer gets cut off by the ringing of my phone. I quickly answer and a women with a teleshopping voice starts talking. The voice is completely unfamiliar to me.

“Target person found in the –“

“Athene General Clinic.” I interrupt her. I can sense that I caught her by surprise and for a moment the cool professional voice breaks.

“Okay – good. Someone will be waiting for you at the entrance. He will help you to get inconspicuous in and out again. We expect a report.” Before I can reply she already hung up, not wasting any more time than needed. Professional and cold. I look outside the window and can already see the hospital in front of us. “Who was that?” Phil asks, pointing at my phone. “That´s not important now.” I reject his question.

Boris stops the car, we get out and walk to the entrance of the clinic in complete silence. Boris is carrying a small briefcase with him. A male nurse is standing in front of the entrance, nervously smoking a cigarette. He looks at us and puts out his cigarette. “You´re quicker than I thought.” He says. I have no idea how he immediately knows that we are the people he is meant to help but he obviously does. “Follow me quietly.” He says with a serious face. He takes another deep breath and walks straight back inside the building, with us follow directly behind him. As soon as he walks through the door his whole personality seems to change. He doesn´t seem nervous anymore, he wears a bright smile and constantly greets his co-workers in a happy voice. He guides us to an elevator and we go up to the second floor. “I try to get you as much time as I can, but I can´t promise you more than twenty minutes. Roger that?” he explains as soon as the doors of the elevators close. I only have time to nod before the elevator stops. The nurse guides us further through the building. I try to build a rough blueprint in my head, remembering every turn so I can find my way out if necessary. The smell is a mix of lingering death and clinical cleanness. The corridors are illuminated by blinding neon lights and the linoleum squeaks with every step. We eventually stop and the nurse gives us another serious glance before we go inside.

Someone once told me that people who were in a coma looked peaceful, almost like they are sleeping. There is nothing peaceful about seeing Dan this way. Even when I ignore the bandages on his body, turning red by the blood still oozing from his wounds, his skin is an ill-looking grey, his cheeks are sunken in and he is connected to various cables and a breathing tube. I can feel my soul vibrating furiously inside me. I´ve never been so close to him. I slowly walk over to his bed. The tingling inside my body gets stronger with every step and I can feel the resonance of his soul. I can hear Phil sobbing behind me but it sounds like he is far far away. I take Dan´s hands and I feel like my souls been set on fire inside me. I can sense his dying soul inside him, faint and fragile, but still here. I softly brush a strand from his fringe out of his face, admiring his long lashes resting gracefully on his cheek. I put my hand on his chest and try to feel his heartbeat. It´s weak but still beating in perfect synchronicity with mine. It pains me like nothing else ever did to see him this way and I´m again hit by the possibility that he might die, that I might lose my soulmate before I even had the chance to meet him. I sense Phil coming closer and standing next me. “I could not bear it if he dies.” He sobs almost inaudible, looking down at his best friends while streams of tears run down his face. I can feel that I´m close to giving in, close to start crying like Phil and just admit my defeat, admit that I´m not able to save him, but Boris presence helps me to keep my sanity. I know we don´t have much time, but I take another moment to look at Dan, appreciating every single feature of his face, that after all is still breathtakingly beautiful. Reluctantly I let go of his hand and take his medical record from the end of his bed. His height prevented a lot of damage from his head, but he has a couple of broken ribs, his left leg is broken twice and he has a tear in his liver and one of his kidneys, alongside countless bruises and a laceration on the side of his head, that caused a concussion. The doctors managed to stop the internal bleeding, but the fact that he lost a big amount of blood and the totality of his injuries caused his brain to shut down and fall into a coma. He stopped breathing and had to be reanimated two times during the surgery.

“Why did you never try to meet him?” Phil´s question comes out of the blue and interrupts my thoughts. “What?” I ask confused. “If you know he is your soulmate, why did you never make an effort to meet him?” Phil repeats his questions. His eyes are still watery, but he stopped sobbing. “Because I couldn’t. Meeting your soulmate has to come naturally. And because I know that he is mine, arranging a meeting wouldn´t be natural.” I can see that my answer confuses Phil so I quickly continue talking, before he has the chance to answer. “I have no idea where this rule came from. I work for a company that´s only purpose is to find descendants of half goods. That´s how I found out about Dan, that he is my other half. That was four years ago. I was forbidden to contact him in any way and all was told about the why was, that it had to happen naturally. That we just had to meet by accident.” I can see that Phil is not completely satisfied with my answer but he stops asking for the moment. I go back to reading the last bit of Dan´s medical record, before I put it back on the end of his bed. I go over to Boris and take the briefcase from him and put it on the little table in the room. I take a syringe out of it and quickly check the liquid inside of it. I walk back over to Dan´s bed and remove the hospital gown from his chest.

“What are you doing?” Phil´s voice is shaking as he sees the syringe in my hand. “What´s inside that thing?”

“A mix of different things, including adrenalin and ambrosia.” I explain while my fingers feel for the exact position of Dan´s heart.

“Ambrosia?” 

“The nectar of immortality consumed by gods. Lethal for humans.” I know this whole situation must be more than surreal for Phil and I feel awful for only feeding him with half-truths and confusing information, but I´m running out of time. I give him a glance that shows him that now is not the time to ask any more questions or to interrupt what I am about to do and he actually stays quite. I find the position of Dan´s heart and balance my stand. I fix the point on his chest where his heart is with my eyes and take a deep breath in. With all my strength I ram the needle into his chest. Dan keeps lying completely motionless. In know that he felt the pain somewhere inside him, but he is too far gone to respond to it. Slow and steady I push the liquid inside his heart. When I finally remove the syringe, I place my hand on the puncture wound and close my eyes to concentrate on the state of his soul. It still feels far away and his heartbeat is still faint. I start counting the seconds inside my head, concentrating on the beat of Dan´s heart under my hand. Time becomes blurry and at some point I can´t tell if seconds, minutes or hours have passed anymore. I lean over him, bringing my head close to his ear. “Dan, I know you can hear me. Somewhere in there you can hear my voice. Listen to it, follow it, cling to hit and use it as a tether to your life. You have to fight – for me. You can´t leave me, now that I know how your soul feels like. Please, stay with me.” Suddenly Dan´s heart does a strong beat. A hard boom, like the sound of a drum. Then it´s back to before. It repeats over and over again and the intervals between the booms get smaller. Phil must see it on one of the monitors as he constantly whispers “Oh my god” with every beat. I pull away from Dan´s body to give him more room, but my hand is still pressed against his chest. Dan contorts his face as if he was in pain, but his eyes are still closed. His soul feels stronger now, even though it is still very faint.

“We only have four minutes left.” Boris breaks my concentration and I reluctantly take my hand from his chest and cover him with his hospital gown. Suddenly Dan tries to take a breath on his own, without the support of the machines and chokes on the tube inside his throat. He starts to cough and his heart beats uncontrollable in panic. “Quick, hold him down!” I shout towards Boris, but before he even reaches the bed, Phil already presses Dan down on the bed with his weight. I carefully start to remove the tube, which is difficult as Dan is still coughing and started to flail his arms.

“Have you ever done this before?” Phil asks as I struggle to remove the tube. “I practiced on a dummy once.” I answer and eventually get the tube out of Dan´s throat. Dan immediately breathes more even and steady, but he is still unconscious. “We really need to go now.” Boris voice is calm but has this serious undertone that lets me know that everything from now has to go quick. I put the tube on the side table and take the empty syringe to put it back into the briefcase. I turn to Phil and his hand, squeezing it gently. “Thank you and I´m so sorry about everything.” I say with a little smile.

Phil looks at me in confusion. “You´re sorry about what?” Before he can even end his question Boris rams another syringe in his neck and quickly pushes a colourless liquid into his blood system. Phil´s eyes roll back and he collapses. Boris catches him and gently puts him to the ground, leaning him against the wall. The syringe contained a fast-depleting and hard to detect drug, which is going to wipe out the last two to three hours from his memory. Phil is going to remember nothing about me or the things I told him. Boris puts the empty syringe back into the case and leaves without saying anything. I go over to Dan´s bed and take his hand. I don´t dare to kiss him, so I only squeeze his hand and softly whisper “Keep fighting, we´re so close to being together.” Before pressing the alarm next to his bed. As quick as I can without running I leave the room and walk down the corridor. After only a few seconds a doctor races past, not wasting a glance at me. I leave the hospital and get in the car with Boris.

I have a new E-Mail with the address of a hotel. We quickly check in and go to our room. I silently sit on the bed and I suddenly feel tired and exhausted. I rest my head in my hands and just breathe for a moment. My soul feels kind of empty, I can still feel the trace Dan´s soul left on mine. I sense Boris sitting down next to me. He puts a hand on my shoulder. “You´ve done great today. You were amazing, but now you need to rest. Go sleep.” He says in a voice that doesn’t allow backtalk. “I need to know that he is alright first.” I reply, but my voice is weak and I probably don´t sound very convincing. “I´ll wake you up if we get any information on him, but now you seriously need to sleep.” His voice is very strict now and I don´t have the power to argue anymore. I take a quick shower and roll together on my bed. As soon as I lay my head on the pillow I fall asleep.