she sees me raise the knife

Dawning in Dust: Part XI

Thanks to everyone who reads and messages me about this story. It’s so fun to write and I hope you are all enjoying it!

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Lallybroch was thrown into a flurry of activity after Fergus’ announcement. Jamie had given her an apologetic glance before hustling out of her new surgery and informing his family and tenants that Dougal MacKenzie was due to arrive within a few hours. Claire went back inside, trying to stay out of the way. Uncle he may be, but it was clear that Dougal MacKenzie’s presence was not the most anticipated of events. Orders for preparations were being given but Claire got the impression that most of them weren’t about cleanliness and hospitality. She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to be of some use.

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Ups and Downs but Mostly Downs

Request: If batsis (bruce blood daughter) had depression and self harm -anon
Same request from @robinlover11620

A/N: I have been getting a lot of requests for batsis with depression and self harm so I decide to do it today. DO NOT hurt yourself in any way shape or form. If you are going through something talk to someone you can trust because someone out there cares about you. Sorry if it is bad. I would like feedback.

Warning: This has a lot of angst in this. Curse word. Mentioned of abuse and rape. You might cry I got really sad after writing this myself.

Y/M/F/N - your mother’s first name Y/M/L/N - your mother’s last name

Word Count: 2345

Everybody has their up and downs in life. For some people it can happen when they are teenagers when they are being bully for their looks, but then glow up later in life. It can also happen in adulthood when they can’t pay for their mortgage and then later become homeless, but then they win the lottery and get there life back together. But this never happen to you, your life never the had ups, it was always downs.

It first started when you were born in a hospital just outside of Gotham. You were a perfectly healthy baby girl. But that is not how it happen, you were born in the street of Gotham, and you were not a perfectly healthily girl. You were born three months too early, and left there to die by your drug addict mother. She was high when she had you, but she knew that she did not what to keep you. She didn’t have time to rinse you and she just didn’t want to. At the last minute she realize that if somebody found you, and ran you through the system. She was in the system because of crimes she committed when she was younger, and she did not what you trace back to her, so she did the only thing she can think of, marking you. She had a generally idea who the father was, Bruce Wayne. Did I mention she was high? Well she was. She pull out her knife and began to carve into you, while you were screaming your head off because of the pain. When she was done carving into your right shoulder it read “Waye” she forgot the N. After it she drop the knife and left.

Then right after that, a kind person found you and took you to the hospital, and adopted you later. Oh if only that was true. A bunch of thugs found you and thought they can make a quick buck by selling you to somebody, and they did. But you did go to a hospital, sort of, you were sold to people that sold babies to rich families who could not have babies. They have a setup where you stayed until you got bought. The only problem was that you were never bought. No one wanted a baby that was premature and still needed a ventilator. After 3 months they throw you out and leave you on the foster care doorstep.

After a few months, a man came and adopted you and you got to live in a mansion with a butler and brothers and sisters that loved you. Well that is what you dream of right after you got your daily beating and raped by the man of the house. You were 8 when it started to happen. When you were found you didn’t have a name. All you had next to you was some trash and the knife that belong to your mother. The people at the foster care center made up the name Y/N for you, and since you hand the words “Waye” on your shoulder that became your name, Y/N Waye. You bounce around foster care from foster care, and it also happen to you every time. You will get beat, raped or both. After awhile you got tired of it and ran away. You lived on the street, and you got by. You would steal from stores or people’s houses. You ran with this crew on kids that was leaded by a teen name Jason Todd, he was fifteen years old. He was seven years older than you. He was nice to you and took care of you, he was like a brother to you. He knew about your past and you knew about his. He was your only friend that you had.

One night he wanted to get some extra money, so he went off stealing tires off of cars. You wanted to go with him, but he said no because it was too dangerous for you, so he told you to go wait in our secret hiding spot. You did exactly what he said to do, you waited in that spot for three whole days. He never came back to get you. You thought that he didn’t want you anymore and left you just like your mother did. You were so mad you started to go on a rampage. You went into an alleyway that was outside of your hideout and started to punch and kick the brick wall until your hands were bleeding. After a while, you decided to grab the lead pipe next to you, and start swinging. Then you hit a mirror that was laying there. It broke into pieces, and you just looked down at the pieces and picked one up. Then you rolled up your sleeve, you looked down and see the cigarette burns that one of your foster moms gave. You went above it and started to cut. That was the first night you cut yourself.

A few years later you were thirteen you are finally a teenager, and one day a group of four boys found you in a alleyway because you were being mugged. After that they took you in and became apart of the family. That is what you saw on a tv show once when you broke into someone’s house because you were hungry. You were not like the normal thirteen year old girl. You were a short, underweighted girl who has to cut herself to feel something. You have been feeling a bit off lately. Even though your stomach is growling you can’t come to eat, you were sad all the time, and just loss interest in living. You are just the short skinny girl that has to cover her body with long baggy clothes because of the self harm and beatings you got in the system, that was left by your mother and best friend/brother.

You had started to get the same thought that every orphan kid thought of. Why did they leave me? All you had to remember of your parents was a knife with your mother’s name on it and a scar on your arm that said “Waye.” After a few days looking on the computer at the library, you found a website that would tell you where you can found your lost parents. First you typed in Waye, and nothing came up. Then you looked at the knife that had your mother’s name on it, Y/M/F/N Y/M/L/N. You typed the name into the computer, and came up with all of her information about her. There was a picture of her, and you look just like her. You look farther into the website and you found her address, she lived in downtown. It was only a bus ride away. After sitting at the library computer section for thirty minutes, you decided to go and see her. You hopped on the bus that went downtown. It was about a ten minutes bus ride until you reach the stop. You got out and walk to the address that you had written down. After a twenty minute walk, you ended up in a nice neighborhood with townhouses. You had it all planed out on the bus ride and the walk on to the house on what you are going to say to her, but once you reach the door you froze. You were lost for words. She was a middle-class woman with a nice house, why didn’t she want you? You were just about to knock on the door, the door flew open. “Oh hello. My I help you young lady.” The man said to you. “Oh I am here to see Y/M/F/N Y/M/L/N.” you said in a quiet voice. “Ok. Honey there is someone at the door to see you!” The man yell into the house. “Ok. I am coming.” A woman with the sweetest voice answer. “Ross and you go and check on Rose before she breaks something” she said to the man who is Ross, he just nodded and walk off. “Hello. Do I know you?” She said to you. You froze again, you couldn’t move or talk at all. “Are you ok sweetie?” She said touching your shoulder. When she touch your shoulder you felt loved and safe. “I am your daughter.” You said in a low voice. She took her hand away quickly and grab your upper arm, and took you to her garage. “What are you doing here?!” She yell at you once you enter the garage. “What do you mean ‘what are you doing here’? You are my mother and I just wanted to know you and why you left me to die.” You said with a crack in your voice. “I don’t have another daughter. My daughter is sitting in the living room right now playing with my loving husband.” She said getting angry. “But I have proof look.” You said while pulling out the knife and moving your shirt out of the way to see your shoulder. “See look this is yours, and look you wrote this on me for some reason.” I said while pointing. “The reason why I wrote that on your arm was so that you would not find me!” She said getting even more mad. “But why I was just a kid.” You said while your eyes started to water. “Are you kidding me?! I was twenty two years old! I did not have time to raise a kid! I was too busy partying, doing drugs, and fucking anything that had legs!” She was yelling at this point. “Well since you’re better now, can you take care of me.” You said with a pleading voice. “Are you serious?! You are literally the reminder of what I was, and that was trash. I went to rehab, and I have been clean ever since. I do not need that near my daughter or my husband. You need to leave right now.” She said with a serious tone. “But I -” you were cut short when she decided to slap you across the face. It didn’t really hurt you. You were use to it by now. You ran out of the garage and didn’t look back.

You were crying your eyes out. You just wanted it to be over already. You ran into this warehouse that look abandon. You found a rock on the ground and throw it at the window. You got a piece of glass and started to cut yourself, really deep. It was the deepest you have every cut yourself, and it was also the fastest you ever blacked out. Once you woke up, you were tied to a chair. You looked around the room to see who did this to you. All you saw was a man with green hair and white skin, he kinda looked like a clown. “Who are you, where am I, and why am I here?” You said quietly, you were still lightheaded from the blood loss. “Well well well, look who is finally awake. Well my name is the Joker, we are at my warehouse that you broke into, and I am kinda using you as bait for the Batman.” He said with a grin on his face. “What do you mean your warehouse this place is abandon and what kind of name is Joker?” You said with a questioning face. “What do you mean this is my home away from home, and kid there are worse names out there like ‘penguin’ and ‘condiment man’.” He said mocking the names. “Well at least you have a home I live on the streets with no one.” You said with a sad face. “Hey. Stop making that face and put a smile on that frown.” He said while touching your face. You tried to move your face, but he grabbed it again. “Don’t move or I will cut you more than you already have on you.” He said putting a knife to your face.

“Put the knife knife down Joker. You don’t need to hurt her.” A man with a weird deep voice said. “Batsy you came, and since you ask nicely I will put the knife down.” He said right before he stabbed the knife in you right thigh. “AWWW!” That was the only thing you could say. Batman came closer but the Joker said no. “Remember we had a deal. You give me the money and I will not hurt the girl, but I do not SEE the MONEY!” He said while holding my chin with a death grip. “Here is your money right here Joker.” Batman said while walking over and grabbing a bag behind a box. “Here take it.” Batman said. “See. Now was these hard.” The Joker said while opening the bag. Once the Joker open it a gas came out of it, and the Joker felt right to sleep.

Batman came over to untie you and get you up, but once you tried to walk you fell down. Batman caught you, but you could not feel your legs. You didn’t know if it was the stab wound or the about of blood you lost while you were cutting yourself. “I need to take you somewhere where we can patch those cuts up. Now the hospital is too far, but I know a place. Is it ok if I take you there?” Batman said to you. All you did was nod, but then everything went black.

You started to wake up, but your eyelids were so heavy you could not open them, but you could hear voices. “Are you 100% sure.” A man who sounded like he was in his 30s or 40s said. “Yes I am sir. The blood test came back positive, that is your daughter laying on that table.” A older man with a British accent said.

“Who is my father” you said while trying to get up.

So should I do a part 2?

anonymous asked:

Hi how bout rfa+v and saeran reacting/dealing with an. MC after getting attacked by rika who is on the run abd suffering the same fate as V , the possibilities of going blind.

Yay!!! More angst!!! Actually angst is now kinda my thing, I’m gonna be known as the person who does le angst! Sounds good to me lolol!! Anyway let us continue!

Also let’s all agree Rika is basically the child of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Bellatrix, let’s be honest


  • There was no way he saw it coming
  • You were just going out to get more fruit, since you guys had eaten it all the night before
  • And he had decided to go with you because I mean why not?
  • It was a beautiful night out, not too cold, but just cool enough so he could cuddle you the whole way
  • After you guys got the fruit there was still some time, so you two decided to stroll in your favorite park
  • There weren’t any other people around, and the golden light of park lights made you a path
  • Zen kept talking about how you looked like an angel in the golden light
  • And you replied; “Your hair looks practically golden!”
  • But he turned around at your confused look, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a flash of actual golden hair
  • While he felt your grip suddenly yanked from him he turned back around
  • To see a blonde haired woman straddling you, knife in hand
  • “Rika!”
  • He ran to get the devil off of you, but right before he could someone pushed him to the ground
  • Not looking towards his captor his eyes were still on you, mouth covered by a black leather glove, he saw Rika raise the knife up your face and to you eye
  • Lurching forward one last time someone clubbed him from behind and he lost conciousness
  • When he woke up he was in the hospital
  • Lurching up the minute he regained consciousness he screamed your name
  • Looking around he saw a curtain separating him from the next patient, he looked at the ID
  • It was you
  • Thanking the gods he slowly walked over to you, careful of his head, which still throbbed slightly, and of all the wiring
  • “Jagi?” He asked softly, and sighed in relief when you opened your eyes, only to have his eyes filled with tears and he drew back momentarily in shock
  • You right eye was much lighter than before, light, light like nothing else, and thin film around half of it, following where the red scar was snaking its way down your face
  • “Jagi, did she do this to you?” He asked softly, soft lines of tears began to drip down your face, as you nodded slightly
  • “Zen, Zen I can’t see correctly, part of my vision is so dark!”
  • You sat up and he went to hug you tightly, tears of anguish and fury dripping down his eyes
  • “Zen, I’m so sorry, I’ll never be able to see you perform with my two eyes again, the doctors, the doctors said they can’t fix it!”
  • At that he cupped your face, wiping your tears
  • “Oh, my darling, never apologize for this, it’s that woman that deserves to pay, not you.”
  • After you had calmed down you fell asleep against him until the doctors came in
  • He was released a few days before you, since you had more issues, the doctors were trying to do the best they could for you, so he decided to pay that snake a visit
  • Going back to the park where it happened, now practically back to normal, at the same time of day he sat down
  • And waited
  • He didn’t have to wait long, she appeared right in front of him
  • “Oh, do you want to join her? Doing something for her might get you into paradise you know.”
  • Zen just smiled and moved his hand, revealing a Taser he brought just in case
  • Punching her in the gut he managed to get a few punches and although he didn’t get to do what he wanted to get done he was satisfied
  • Rika deserved worse than death for everything she’d done
  • But you were the worst by far


  • He learned about Rika the hard way
  • You were going to the beach, a place in the south where the air was clean
  • It was actually Jumin’s private one, so you were guaranteed some privacy, and boy was he nervous
  • He’d never been alone with you, especially not at a pool or a beach
  • You two were running down the beach, feet falling in the sand, when she came out and lunged at you
  • “Rika! What are you doing?” Yoosung cried out, finding himself being pulled back from behind
  • Rika smiled slyly at him at you closed your eyes, not being able to bear to see the face of the one you loved
  • But unfortunately she noticed that
  • Flipping you over on your back she raised the pocket knife she was hiding to your eye
  • You flinched to the sounds of Yoosung’s screams, but were determined to face her
  • Staring right at Rika, you let out a strangled sound of alarm as she raised the knife to your eyes
  • You heard screaming, now not one voice but two, but part of your vision was cut out
  • Not enough not to see Rika raise the bloodied knife again
  • “MC!”
  • Yoosung’s voice was the last thing you heard before the blood loss became too much and you passed out
  • When you woke up for a minute you thought you were still dreaming
  • All you could see were slight colors
  • Then you realized it wasn’t a dream
  • “Yoosung!” You screamed again and again
  • You felt arms around you
  • “MC! Oh my God you’re alive!”
  • “Yoosung I can’t see, Yoosung help me!”
  • He couldn’t do anything but hold you, trying to hold himself together for you
  • But you couldn’t help but feel his tears, which caused you to grip him even tighter
  • “Yoosung, I’m so sorry, she was so much to you!”
  • “No, no MC, my loss is nothing compared to yours, and I swear I will help you the whole way! You’re my universe, the center of my world! And promise that if I ever see her again I am paying her back for what she did.”
  • When visiting hours were older Yoosung finally let himself slip into Yandere mode
  • No one knew how he knew where he was going, he couldn‘t answer that himself
  • But when he saw Rika he jumped on her, and gave her five completely obliterated ribs to show her what kind of person you were to him
  • You didn’t know until years later
  • Yoosung wasn’t kidding
  • He would do anything for the center of his world


  • She got a bunch of cryptic texts from an unknown number
  • It changed every time, but she knew that it was the same person, there was no denying that
  • Assuming it was some sort of weird Christian conversion thing, with all its talk of paradise she ignored it
  • But the messages started getting weirder and weirder
  • Eventually the last one came
  • “You denied paradise, now you must pay the price our savior has chosen.”
  • Shaking her head she dialed your number
  • Waiting she sighed when it went to voicemail
  • That’s odd, she thought, MC’s always free at this time, and she didn’t tell me about any schedule change
  • Shaking her head she assumed she was being paranoid
  • Locking up the coffee shop she decided to pay you an impromptu visit
  • But something was obviously wrong when the door was ajar and screams were echoing in the hallways
  • Rushing in she found you curled up, hands on you eyes, which were very obviously bleeding, a knife at your side with a pristine piece of paper on it
  • “From paradise, keep it as a reminder” Read the tag
  • Throwing it in fury Jaehee dialed an ambulance, then everyone in the RFA
  • When you were done operating the doctors approached her
  • “She dodged a bullet. She’ll have to wear these bandages for a month, but we have managed to save her vision.”
  • Jaehee was crying with gratitude
  • Rushing in she saw you
  • “MC?”
  • “Jaehee?” You asked, and she began crying even harder, running towards you, wrapping you in a big hug, you were shaking against her, partially of happiness, and partially of a lingering fear
  • Jaehee took notice of this and made sure Seven tracked Rika down
  • When the viper was finally caught Jaehee made sure to show her what she was made of
  • Rika wasn’t likely to forget, and neither was Jaehee for everything she’d caused you


  • He didn’t understand how it could’ve happened
  • How one of his guards could betray him
  • How one of his own guards could’ve been working for that evil organization
  • All he knew is that one day you were gone, and after speeding down paths he found you at the side of a practically abandoned road, eyes a bloody mess, you unconcious
  • Wrapping you in his arms he was shaking with a fury he hadn’t felt before
  • When you were admitted to the hospital he refused to leave you, waiting outside your door when he had to, and when not required right beside you, a hand on yours
  • The doctors worked hard, but unfortunately the blood had sent permanently in one of your eyes, and nothing could save it
  • He looked at the surgeons incredulously but remained silent, his wrath wasn’t meant for them, it was meant for someone else
  • Waiting once again he saw your hand move
  • “MC!” He rushed up, pressing your hand to his chest
  • You slowly opened your eyes
  • “Jumin, what, how?” Your eyes changed from bewilderment to panic. “Jumin, why isn’t my right eye working, why, it’s open isn’t it?!”
  • You started shaking and he kneeled, wrapping his arms tightly around you until you began to calm down
  • “I know, I’m so sorry, there’s nothing they can do, believe me they tried, I promise they did. I’m so sorry.”
  • You were shaking slightly, and he just pet your hair, as you tried to process everything
  • I’m sorry

A year later

  • With your good eye you spied a piece of news on the television
  • You were curled up with Jumin, Elizabeth on your lap
  • A woman has been found dead in prison, she was there for countless crimes, including attempted manslaughter.”
  • “Jumin, her face, it looks familiar.” You said softly, and he looked at you worriedly
  • Kissing you lightly he smiled. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.” You smiled at him
  • “I trust you Jumin. With my life if necessary.”
  • And I made sure a promise was repaid


  • He was in immediate panic mode when he came back, dreading how he needed to keep pushing you away, to the apartment and you were gone, the window left ajar
  • Going into complete panic mode he spent 48 hours typing furiously, making calls, and crying before he passed out on his desk
  • A week later a letter showed up
  • “The one thing you care about the most in this world will come to you.”
  • On the back was a coordinate
  • Saeyoung spent no time driving there
  • When he reached there he found a person, lying unconscious, crude bandages on their eyes
  • Gasping he ran over to you
  • “Oh my God MC! N-no, this, this isn’t happening!”
  • He carried you into the car, and slammed on the gas, ignoring everything else
  • The hospital wait was horrible, every second dragging on and on
  • When the doctors came out he rushed up
  • “It was a hard go, we could only salvage one eye, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing to save the other, and once she hits past forty she’ll most likely become permanently blind in both eyes.”
  • His eyes started flooding at those words
  • Oh God, why did I push her away? God forgive me of my sins!”
  • Rushing past them he saw you, staring at him
  • “Luciel?”
  • “MC!”
  • He put his arms around you, pulling you against his warm chest, and you closed your eyes, beginning to also cry
  • “Luciel, I can’t see, I’m sorry, but my left eye is gone. I can’t-” your voice cracked with emotion “I can’t preserve this moment with my own two eyes.”
  • “Saeyoung.”
  • “What?”
  • “My name is Saeyoung, and I will never push you away again.”
  • “Oh Saeyoung!” You began to cry harder, slowly slipping into sleep, however catching the corner of a phrase
  • “I love you.”


  • The surgery had been a success, and you two were overcome with joy
  • Seeing him look at every single detail of the world with new eyes made your heart burst, and you couldn’t imagine anything better
  • But your time of happiness was cut short
  • It was autumn, and you two were in the woods, him with his camera once more, trying to capture every fallen leaf, when Rika jumped out, bringing a gun to you head
  • “Rika!” V screamed, as tried to throw his camera, causing you to begin to cry
  • Forced down on his knees by other members Rika started laughing, the sound warbling from a cackle and the tinkling sound he used to know
  • “You should’ve stayed blind Jihyun, now you’ll pay.”
  • Listening to the screams of the one who was just before gasping happily you were pushed on your stomach, a jackknife now tracing it’s way up your cheek
  • “Jihyun, I love you.” You said, right before the knife was raised
  • You heard him scream before you lost consciousness
  • Jihyun was screaming as Rika did her work, managing to find strength he pushed the others off of him, before running up and throwing her off of you
  • Cradling you he screamed at the snake, before stepping on her arm, a sapping sound ensuing
  • Ignoring the scene he left the pulled out his phone, so grateful for the service out her, he called the hospital
  • “Hold on MC, I promise I will save you.”
  • You woke up to darkness
  • “Jihyun? Jihyun where are you?!”
  • You felt his arms incasing you but you could yet not see him
  • “MC, oh MC I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you. She was right I should’ve stayed blind.”
  • “No, no whatever you think please do not think that!”
  • You could feel his cheeks become wet
  • “MC, I promise I will help you, I will see everything for you. I will become your eyes.”
  • I will protect you forever, for this life and beyond, because it is you who gave me life


  • “This is what she did to you!”
  • Saeran’s voice echoed throughout the whole room as he clutched at you, the only person in the world he’d ever loved
  • One of your eyes was purple and red, no white was left in it, that side of your face was also cut up, and Saeran was shaking in fury
  • “If she wasn’t dead already I would’ve sent her to Hell!”
  • You tried to comfort him, but he was beyond that
  • “How, how could that damn woman do this to you!”
  • “Saeran, please, please; don’t. I don’t want to think about it.”
  • He immediately shut up, instead staring at you
  • “Are you okay, do you need something? One minute!”
  • He ran out of the hospital room, only to come back five minutes later with a tub of ice cream
  • “Here, to make you feel better.”
  • You took the vanilla, and despite all your efforts you began to cry
  • “What’s wrong MC?!” He rushed over to you
  • “I, I just wish that I could see you smile with both eyes, you love ice cream so much! And I’ll never see your smile when you eat it ever again.”
  • You were crying harder and he enveloped you in a hug
  • “Then I will make sure you will still be able to see my happiness.”
  • And he kissed you softly
  • You leaned in, needing the warmth, something to remind you this was real
  • “And I promise to make sure you will be able to see whatever you want. The leaves in the fall, the blossoms in the spring, I promise you will still be able to see the beauty, I will make sure of it.”
  • He stroked your hair and you listened to his heartbeat, nodding
  • I will make sure you will be able to see it all…

Another long one! Oh my God I’m so tired! Honestly I will try to do another tomorrow, but I might have to take a break!! I have stuff to do lol! Either way I will do my best! Enjoy!

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The Willow maid (Thorin X Reader)

Request: @deepestfirefun ; hi! can i ask request thorin x reader? company ask reader to tell a story so she tells a tale by a singing a song The Willow Maid - Erutan. Thorin is affected by her ability tell stories by singing them.he has feelings for her and the end tells her that. fluff is you please. love your writings! thanks!!

A/N: I am so sorry!! I have been so slack and haven’t gotten on to post in forever, but I’m back now and I hope I can make it up to you guys. Hope you like it @deepestfirefun.

Word Count: 1,702

The air was somber as the aching feet of over a dozen travelers relieved themselves of the empty, repetitious marching that had carried them over mountain, valley and stream that day.

The company’s harmonious gasps filled the air, as burdensome baggage is removed from their shoulders, and their reddened torn skin upon their palms is relieved from their whitened grip upon the reins of their horses, whom Thorin had ordered his company to dismount for their health.

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Scotham: Episode III

Scotham started as naught but a wee one-shot Batman-rip-off crackfic for thewhitelady  for Outlander’s Fic Secret Santa 2016! However, somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the concept of a Vigilante AU.  

And such was born MacDubh + Assassinach fighting the vile Reds in Scotham city. 

Fair warning: This is meant to be silly, so SUPERHERO TROPES ABOUND.


((but it isn’t going away, either :D))

Episode I  Episode II 

Episode III 

“You have to enter your super-secret safe house… through a wheelie bin?”

The key-code had just revealed the dark staircase within, and Claire was staring at it as though at—well, at a filthy dumpster in a dark alley in the middle of the night. Which it was. 

Even with her mask on, her look of disgust was so intense, Jamie couldn’t help but grin. “Only because you’re here, Sassenach.” He led the way, crouching through the low door, and she reluctantly followed him.  

Once the door was shut behind them, the illuminated panels of his suit showed her face still skeptical, though with a clear strain of amusement.  “So…you give all your lady callers this kind of star treatment, Mac?”

He shrugged and gestured for her to follow him down the narrow stairs. “Never had a lady caller here. Honest!” he protested as she snorted in disbelief. “And besides, when I’m alone, I use this.” He tapped his wrist in indication.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, you have a….? That’s remarkable!” she exclaimed, grabbing his wrist as they reached the first landing.  “How in the world do you have access to portable teleporters?” she demanded as she examined the thing in awe. “Must cost a bloody fortune!”

“The Reds have plenty of guns,” he said, as they descended deep under the city, “and hordes of officials in their pocket, forbye, but we far outstrip them in terms of access to new tech. My Uncle Dougal has a team dedicated to churning out useful stuff for the Resistance, at cost. You’ll meet the lot in just a moment and they’ll show you just what we’ve got in our arsenal.”

They stopped at the bottom of the steps to grab bottled waters from the refrigerated cache. Claire drank hers gratefully looking tired— it was after midnight, after all, and they had had a strenuous ordeal. “We’ve got a fair stretch of tunnel to get through before we reach HQ,” he said, indicating the long passage through the door, illuminated by dim, green light. “All flat, but perhaps a mile. Think ye can manage, lass?”

She only scoffed and shoved him out of the way to sprint down the corridor.

God, Jamie thought, eyes and feet momentarily riveted, I could watch her outstrip me all. day. long.

Dinna be disgusting, he chided himself a moment later, jogging for a few dozen yards to catch up with her before matching her stride. “You’re quite fast, Sassenach.”

She slowed to a brisk walk and took another long draft of water. “Ought to be, with eight years of track and field as a kid.”

“Oh, aye?” He could see that. She had the lean build for it. “Win lots of medals?”

“My dad always said, ‘Claire, sweetheart, you *might* let some of the other runners have a turn at winning every now and again!’”

“Let me guess:  taking second place out of pity wasna quite your style.”

“You wager correctly,” she laughed. “Run ‘em into the ground, was more my motto.” She took off her mask in stride and rubbed her face in relief. “Oof, I’ll tell you what though, it is NO FUN running and working up a sweat in all this leather.”

“Aye, as fetching as your getup is, we’ve got to get ye a proper suit, lass. Something bulletproof, for starters.”

“Alright, then,” she grinned, “as long as it isn’t PLAID.”

“If it were, I’d see ye in court over it! Tis my trademark!” He removed his own PLAID mask and gloves, stretching his fingers absently as he grinned at her. “Canna have ye mucking up my personal brand, now can I?”

“Oh!” she said suddenly, halting to look at the hand he was rubbing. “Is that a ruby?”

“Aye,” he confirmed, stopping too and handing the ring to her for inspection. “'Twas my father’s.”

“It’s beautifully made…” Her whisky-colored eyes were alight as she turned it tenderly in her fingers. “Gorgeous…..”

“Been in our family for many generations. It was one of the few earthly possessions Da truly treasured.”

She looked up at him, eyebrows drawn. “Treasur/ed/….Is….Did he…?”

He hesitated only a moment. “Aye. He and my mother, both. She in a car accident when I was small; Da, when…”

He couldn’t speak of that day. Not yet.

He cleared his throat. “A stroke. I was sixteen.”

“I’m…so sorry.”

As fierce as she was in battle, as biting and vicious as she tended to be with her words, there was nothing in Claire in that moment but…love.

He shook his head to rid himself of that fool notion, but looked down to see her hand wrapped around his. It was small and warm, strong. He squeezed it and met her eye. “Thank you, Sassenach.”

After a moment, she brought their joined hands upward and slipped the ring back on his finger. Was it his imagination, or did she seem reluctant to let go?

She did, though, and resumed her brisk pace down the corridor.

Strange…horrible?…..shameful?….that in six words and a simple touch, he felt closer to Claire than he ever had with Annalise.

Aye….shameful. When he could still remember the weight of her dead body in his arms on the ground. Still remember the way her sky eyes stared upward, unseeing as the murder and chaos thronged pitilessly around them.

Shameful, Jamie.

But the truth.

“Did you play any sport yourself as a youngster?” Her jovial, joking tone was back, and he was grateful for the gift of easy distraction. 

“Oh, aye, a bit of shinty and rugby at school.”

“Were you any good?” she demanded, eyes glinting.

He tried to look modest. “Not bad.”

“Good enough to… CATCH ME?”

She set off at a lightning-fast sprint again before Jamie could blink. “CHEATER!” he called after her, laughing, trying to catch up. She was so fast he could barely make her out in the dim light ahead. “LEFT!” he yelled as she nearly missed the turning. “THE LEFT PASSAGE!”

She veered left and flashed him a taunting grin over her shoulder as she disappeared from view. It was only a few seconds before he reached the turning himself, but damn she was fast. He put on a fresh burst of speed

then heard her scream

and heard her body hit the ground.

He knew he was running, faster than he’d ever run before, each footfall screaming to him, FASTER.

He knew his dirk was in his hand, and he was screaming for her. He knew she was there, under attack.




Standing in the green haze, her back to him, legs spread as if ready to dive.


A wavegun blast barreling out of the darkness, the blue energy slamming into her with such force she fell to one knee with a great, gritted yell of pain and anger.


Back on her feet.


Another blast .


Another cry


In the dim light beyond her, the fast-approaching shape of—

“UNCLE!” his own disembodied voice was screaming, “S T O P !”


Dougal mere feet away from her now, knife in one hand and blaster in the other


Claire crouching lightning-fast and kicking him hard in the kneecap

Dougal grabbing her by the shoulders and flinging her hard onto the ground

F A S —

Dougal pointing the blaster down at her head


Jamie collided hard with his uncle, knocking the shooting arm so the blast hit the far wall. He had the bastard pinned on the ground and was screaming down at him in Gaelic, completely overtaken by blood-red rage; then a sharp WHIZZ-WHIZZ and his orientation spun, feeling his body tumbling and heaving in midair, flying; and then his forehead collided hard with something solid and everything went black.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds, but even so, he awoke disoriented, his vision blurred and searing pain gripping his wrists. He found he couldn’t move and he blinked, realizing with a jolt of fury that he was pinned face-first to the wall with a set of Dougal’s telekinetic cuffs that kept his wrists trapped high over his head.

He jerked and struggled against the restraints, his head blinding with pain as he confronted wildly over his shoulder. “CLAIRE?”

Dougal had one of his cuffs on her too, pinning her to the opposite wall by her throat. Her toes barely touched the floor, and she was struggling hard to breathe, scream, kick out, anything.

“DOUGAL! LET HER GO!” he screamed.

“I never have fucking believed it,” Dougal growled lethally, his knife and eyes never leaving Claire. “Never thought I’d live to see my own blood raise a hand to me in defense of a filthy Sassenach, in our own house.”

“She’s on our SIDE, Dougal!” he cried, trying to turn around to face the bastard directly, but the cuffs prevented it. “For the love of God, let her down, and I’ll explain everything!”

“On our side?” Dougal snarled and Jamie barely had time to cry out before Dougal’s knife flashed downward and Claire screamed in excruciating pain

Never had Jamie felt so helpless. Not even on the day of the Cull, as he watched Annalise and so many others die.

He was screaming out her name, feeling the cuffs drawing blood as he struggled to free himself, to reach her—

And then Dougal was walking toward him. Over Dougal’s shoulder, Jamie could just see Claire, paler than he thought possible, blood spilling freely from collarbone to shoulder. Dougal had not gone for the kill it seemed, but had cut out a large strip of Claire’s suit from the high collar to her left shoulder, taking no heed for her safety and leaving a long gash as he went. Dougal held this strip in his hands as he drew nearer.

“Claire! Sassenach, CHRIST, are ye—”

Of course she wasn’t alright. She couldn’t even reply; could barely touch the ground, and struggling as she was to get high enough above the cuff to breathe, every movement pulled on the wound and gave her more pain. She would pass out, in a moment; and if the knife had nicked an artery, she would—

Jamie struggled furiously against his own bonds, seething at Dougal. “Dougal— for fuck’s sake, release her before you KILL HER. She’s on OUR SIDE!!”

Dougal ignored this, and raised the strip of leather, dripping with Claire’s blood, shaking with Dougal’s own rage, in Jamie’s face “A Sassenach wearing RED is on our side, aye?”

“She’s Claire Beauchamp,” Jamie spat through his teeth, his fury blocking his ability to speak more clearly. “Claire Beauchamp.”  

“EXACTLY,” Dougal bellowed, “Fiancée to FRANK RANDALL. THAT name ring any bells?”

It was as if someone had shoved a ball of hot lead down Jamie’s throat. 


Even through her restraints, even hurt and weakening as she was, she shook her head fiercely at Jamie. but before she could even attempt to speak, Dougal tele-released the collar so that she fell hard to the ground. To her credit, she moved fast to scrabble to her feet but Dougal strode over and knocked her flat, putting his huge boot on her neck. He leaned forward to put more weight on it and she gave a gurgling scream of pain and panic.

“UNCLE” Jamie bellowed, but he was totally and completely helpless in Dougal’s restraints. “LAY ANOTHER HAND ON HER, AND I SWEAR, I’LL—”

“What’ll ye do, pup? What, eh?” Dougal’s voice was low and quiet. Confident and unfeeling. He pointed the knife down at her, keeping Jamie’s eye. “I could slit her throat right now…. and ye couldna do a thing to stop it.”

Claire was crying but her eyes were closed, her lips closed tight together. She wouldn’t cry out again, if this were the end.

Jamie was begging, now, tears flowing freely and teeth gritted. “For the sake of my mother, your sister, you’ll let this woman leave. FOR ELLEN!”

Silence reigned for a long, long time, save for Jamie’s whispered. “Please….please….”

At last, Dougal removed the boot. He leaned down and snarled quietly in her face. “Get. Out. And if I ever see ye again… I WILL cut your throat, Sassenach bitch.”

She got shakily to her feet. She was bleeding profusely from the shoulder and there was a fresh trickle of blood running from her hairline down to her jaw. Claire’s throat was so damaged from Dougal’s mistreatment she could barely produce sound, but she glared fiercely at Dougal and mouthed furiously with the hint of a hoarse whisper.  “FUCK….YOU….

And with not a glance at Jamie, she turned and ran limping back up the passage from whence they’d come.

Jamie tried to call after her, but Dougal took that moment to release the fetters and punch Jamie hard in the stomach as he fell. 

“Uncle….” he wheezed, as he got laboriously to his feet. “What the fuck—s’matter with—”

“Wi’ ME? “ He shoved Jamie hard against the wall. “What is the matter with YOU! How FUCKING dare you, Jamie!”

“She IS on our side, Uncle,” Jamie snarled. “I’ll stake my own life against it, and will stand as surety for all her actions.”  

“Our side,” Dougal spat derisively, retracting his foul tools with the press of a button on his forearm and kicking the strip of leather on the ground with disgust.

“The….the red suit was a poor choice, I’ll grant you,” Jamie said faintly, still seething, but feeling now as though he would be sick, seeing the limp hide on the ground, oozing with Claire’s blood. He gritted his teeth and said more boldly. “I reacted much the same way when I encountered her tonight— nearly throttled her myself, but ye didna give her a chance to speak her piece, man! She’s a true believer in our cause, Dougal—the Reds murdered her parents.”

“And yet she’s content to remain engaged to the nephew of the son of a bitch that probably gave the order? The son of a bitch responsible for your Da as well?”  


Buck the fucking hell up, Jamie, you’ve known her for a few hours—you’ve no cause whatsoever to feel—

But RANDALL—of all the goddamn pricks in this city, she had to choose the one whose uncle—

He clenched his fists, speaking with more confidence than he felt. “I TRUST her, Dougal.”

“So you’ll place a Sassenach above your own flesh and blood? Your own blood that practically raised you?”

“Ye trained me, Dougal. My parents raised me…Thank God, they raised me to be a better man than you.”

Dougal raised a hand as though to strike him, but then lowered it and turned his back, speaking gruffly. “Get changed, lad. Your auntie’s kept Christmas Eve dinner late for ye, and we’re going to—”

But Jamie was already striding fast back up the corridor.

“You’re no’ going after that Sassenach whore, Jamie,” came Dougal’s voice, sharp and threatening.

“She’s no’ a whore,” he spat over his shoulder, not slowing.

He heard the whiz behind him but this time, he was ready. The cuff sliced in two against his raised dirk as he whirled.  

He lowered the blade just enough to level it at Dougal.

“Use your goddamned contraptions against me again, Uncle, and it’s your own throat that’ll need watching.”  

[to be continued. someday.] 

sanji/nami | 1.3k words

seven days, seven prompts, seven drabbles. one day I’ll manage to make a full fic for these two, but for now, this is my meager offering for @sannamiweek

vii. unexpected

Sanji is rubbing small circles at the small of her back, and this is all messed up—he should be the one crying his heart out, screaming off the top of his lungs—anything. After everything with his dad and brothers, after—everything.

But instead she’s the one sobbing into his shoulder, because he’s gone through so much and still forces a bloodied smile, a calming, “Nami-san, please don’t cry.”

She tightens her grip around his shoulders; pulling him close, grounding him. “You were so young,” she chokes, lips pressed onto his neck, against his beating pulse.

Sanji smiles sadly, and touches her arm, jet black ink on raised skin of a scar. “So were you.”

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I’ll Be Good - Part 5

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4  -  Part 6

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – While your initial intel is verified, which should lead to your freedom, you also can’t help getting into trouble, much to the frustration of those trying to help you.

Warnings: Swearing. Short mention of violence and deathy/murdery stuff. ANGST.

Word Count: 2148 – yah this one got away from me… but I don’t even care.

Author’s Note: I got more than a little carried away here… I LOVE writing the sneaky snake stuff!!! I promise this story is actually going somewhere. It is a sloooow burn ok, just enjoy it. A little fun mischief, a little angst at the end, a little where does everyone stand, who knows???

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

The tense voices in the hall pulled you reluctantly from your sleep. You listened, hovering by the door. It hadn’t surprised you that the argument was about you. You slipped silently into the hall, watching, absorbing.

“I have a duty to this team, Buck. She came to us as a hostile, I couldn’t just let her have the run of the place unchecked!” Steve’s anger was rippling below the surface, he was trying to contain it, but his harsh glare and sharp gestures gave him away. Hovering close to Bucky, he continued, prodding Bucky in the chest with all four fingers in a stiff jab “And you shouldn’t have given it to her. You endangered everyone here.”

“No one’s in danger, I was with her the whole time.” He answered back firmly. From your quiet place against the shadowed wall you smiled, at Bucky’s half-truth. “She didn’t come to us at all, we took. her.” Bucky hissed, weighing into the last words.

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Watch Out Below (13)

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The wait for Thorin’s arrival felt infinite. Between you and Thranduil, there were few words exchanged as you fumed and he preened. Your mind, underlined with anger, ran wild with ideas of what the elven king had planned for you and Thorin. Amidst you flurry of thoughts, you couldn’t help but pause and wonder if Thranduil had been right in his guess. Did you care for Thorin more deeply than you should?

The dwarven king had dragged you through sleet and across mountains with your hands and feet bound. It could be argued he had treated you as poorly as Thranduil did at that very moment and yet the experiences were wholly disparate. The elven king staring at you with his serpentine eyes was stone incarnate while Thorin was more; he was a river which flowed from a pool of tragedy and betrayal which had turned him to ice. The king of Mirkwood, however, stood unbending and unfeeling like a tree which grew leaves just to spite the sun.

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Hell (Chapter Four: The enemy of my enemy is my friends)

Summary: Y/n Singer, after selling his soul to save Sam’s life, has accepted her destiny (or maybe not?). But her family doesn’t.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (not yet, but soon)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Angst.

Hell (Chapter One: Fair Exchange)
Hell (Chapter Two: What will we do without her?)
Hell (Chapter Three: Fire and Ice)

Four months.
It had been about one hundred and twenty days since Dean had come to recover me from Indiana after my ‘fight’ with the vampires. The next morning we left the motel, to get to Bobby’s house; in all this time the words that exchanged me and Dean are so few, that I can count them on the fingers of a hand.
My refusal has.. disappointed in him, I think. But what should I do? I’m going to die, to be dragged to hell by a bloody Hellhound, and what would it be like to tell to Dean what I really feel for him? What would it be like to tell him that since I walked away from him I do nothing but think about him during the morning, and dream him over night? His green eyes, his smile, his lips. Knowing would only worsen things, for him, and for me. So I prefer that he doesn’t talk to me anymore, rather than seeing him suffer even more because of me.
At this moment I am lying on the small sofa in my father’s office; the leg slowly heals, and I’m looking forward to my legs and get back to hunting. At least, I’ll have more for the head.
Bobby came out a few hours ago to help one of his friends, Rufus, in a hunt for the Banshees.
Almost I’m going to fall asleep when I hear someone get into the room; I try to get up as fast as I can, despite the leg. I take the gun hidden under the couch, and I point towards.. Sam.
“Sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I lower the gun, and I rise to hug him. I’m never going to get tired of his hugs.
“Listen Y/n, I have this case..”
And so I and the younger of the Winchesters start doing research, he’s on the computer, and I’m on my father’s books. I’m in the third book when Sam starts talking.
“You didn’t ask me.”
I raise my gaze towards him, and I frown my eyebrows, to make him understand that I didn’t understand what he is talking about.
But I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“Listen Y/n. You and Dean.. I don’t know what exactly happened. But you should talk about it.”
Yes, talk. And about what? How am I going to die? The fact that he tried to kiss me? Or the fact that I, in spite of wanting, I pulled his away from me?
“He and I have already spoken. And if he wants to stay away from me, or he doesn’t want to see me.. It’s okay.”
Sam nods in a sign of surrender; he knows I’m very stubborn, and that so keep talking about the topic, it wouldn’t help anything. He rises after finishing his research, and raising his hands, turns to me.
“I didn’t find anything here. You keep looking, all right? I’m going to do arms refueling.”
I nod, to let Sam understand that I will do what he told me, then I hear his footsteps move away.
A few books later, finally I find a creature that has several things in common with what Sam described to me. I feel the presence of Sam back in the room, and I turn to inform him of what I found.
“Hey Sam, I think I found what you’re hunt-”
I notice that is not Sam, but Dean. He’s standing on the edge of the door, motionless. His green eyes are fixed on me, and I put down the gaze, no longer able to withstand the eye contact with him. I was hoping not to see him more until my death, to be honest. Thus, it would have done less bad.
Nevertheless, seeing him there, standing before me, it makes me want to go to him, between his arms, and never let him go. If only it were possible.
“What we are looking for exactly?”
His voice brings me back to reality. So hard, so hoarse. Thus.. Dean Winchester. Almost my legs tremble, listening to his voice again.. God, how much I would cry right now.
I take the book between my hands, and I approach him to inform Dean what I found. Our hands are grazing and I look at him once again in those his emerald eyes.
“Let me guess, Sam has told you that we should talk about?”
I bit my bottom lip; I don’t expect that he gets to the point so quickly. Indeed, I thought that he wouldn’t have ever done.
“And you, do you want to talk about it?” I ask him without hesitation. It seems like a movie scene, where two people watching in silence, and finishes that the lips of one press on those of the other. But between me and Dean doesn’t end like this; Sam returns in the room with a large bag on the shoulders, and he looks at me with a look from ‘I interrupted something?’.
Maybe, Sam. Maybe.

It’s  around four o'clock in the afternoon, and I’m hungry. Sam and Dean have gone away for a few hours now, intent on eliminating the monster on duty. My father is back, too; he did it sooner than expected. Now he’s out in the garden, doing who knows what. While I open the fridge to take a bottle of water, and look for something to eat, I hear a shot.
I put myself immediately on the alert, and after taking the gun from underneath to the couch again, I go to the garden.
I do a few feet, and I see my father pointing to a target.
“What the hell are you doing dad!?”
Bobby turns to me, showing me the gun he has in his hands, and I recognize it right away.
The Colt. The famous gun created by Samuel Colt himself, it can kill any supernatural being. The gun Dean used against the demon who killed his mother.
“I’m trying to fix it, but still nothing.”
“Maybe I can help you.”
I quickly raise the gun, and I point it in the direction of the voice. In front of the target that my father built to practice, there is a girl, slender, with blond hair. She slowly approaches, but I tell her to stay away
“Who are you?” asks my father, after approaching me.
The girl, with a grin on her face, and having made another step forward, replies.
“I am Ruby.”
A fraction of a second, a blink of lashes, and the eyes of the girl turn into those of a demon. Now I know exactly who she is: the Sam’s 'demon-friend’.
The big guy told me about it the day after my accident. While I was in my room, at Bobby’s house, he told me about how the famous girl had saved him from the deadly sins. Sam told me that she was smart, and that above all, she knew how to solve my problem. As he talked about her, Sam seemed very hopeful, and even I, for a fraction of a second, I began to think there was a way to cancel my deal.. And then, Sam told me she was a demon. How could he, trust to Ruby? A demon? We should not even hear what they say; our 'work’ is to kill them to save innocents.
I talked a lot about it with Sam, I tried to convince him, but nothing. The big guy is convinced that the demon doesn’t lie. At that moment, I wanted to talk to Dean about it, to know what he thought of Ruby.
Bullshit!, it would probably be his answer. Anyway, I don’t believe in what the demons say. And I don’t believe in Ruby.
She keeps approaching, but I don’t mean to lower the weapon.
“Do you know that doesn’t kill me?”
“Do you know it can still provoke you pain?”
Ruby looks at me straight in the eye, followed by a confused look. She raises the hands in a sign of surrender, and slowly she descends, laying something on the ground. Then she steps back, waiting. I lean forward to see what it is. There’s a knife on the ground; with that, Ruby killed demons with that weapon.
“Like I said, I want to help. I know how to fix the Colt.”
I get closer to the knife, and I collect it, hiding it behind my back. I go back to my father’s side, and we decide on what to do. I hate having to work with a demon, and not even my father sees it as a good idea, but the Colt can still be very useful, and if there is a way to fix it..

“That’s it. Now it works again.”
It’s about two hours that Ruby is on the Colt, to do who knows what. After finishing, she approaches me, sitting on the other side of the room, in the kitchen. Ruby, with the Colt in the hand, she hesitates, but then she gives me.
“Now you just have to try it.”
“I could use it on you.” I say, pointing it straight in the face to her. My father enters in the kitchen, with a duffel bag on his shoulders.
“Maybe I found a case. Give it to me the Colt, so I’ll see if it works.”
The Colt is still in my hands, straight on Ruby, but then I lower it, and I hide it behind my back. I go to my father, and I take the bag from his shoulders.
“I’ll go; I’m tired of sitting on the couch. And the leg doesn’t hurt anymore.”
My father tries in every way to convince me to stay at home, to rest a few more days, but I don’t hear him. I need to get out. I need to punch someone. I need to hunt. Bobby raises his eyes in a sign of surrender, and after telling me to be careful, he throws me the keys of the car, and returns to do what he was doing.
I turn the keys on the steering, and I’m almost leaving, when Ruby stops exactly in front of the car. I open my arms, as if to ask what the hell she’s doing. She runs around the car, and she opens the right door, sitting beside the passenger.
“I’m coming with you.”
“Don’t even talk about it, demon!”
“I can help you. Two people are better than one, and then your leg is not healed altogether. And then I don’t know, you’re.. Nice.”
I look at her speechless: great, now I’m nice to a demon.
It wasn’t really one of the things I wanted to do before I died. I take a deep breath.
It will be a very interesting hunt.

“Officers, here’s the victim.”
I had advised Ruby to wait at the motel while I was wearing the role of an FBI agent, but I couldn’t convince her.
A huntress and a demon pretend to be police… Looks like the start of a bad joke.
The corpse in front of my eyes doesn’t seem more human: it has rips everywhere, and almost the face is not recognizable.
“It must have been a big animal.“ I say, while the doctor puts the body in the cold room.
“What’s strange about that body?” asks Ruby to the doctor, who turns with a surprised look.
“Besides the fact that it is completely ripped off? There is no brain.”
Ruby and I are exchanging a look of understanding; This is weird for us.
“Maybe it was a zombie!”
I frowned and I fixed the doctor. I don’t believe the zombies, and I do a job where anything is possible. Zombies don’t exist. I think.
Outside the morgue, the air is cold, so I squeeze into my coat.
“And now what do you do?” asks Ruby as we head to the car.
“You go buy something to eat, I’m going back to the motel to do some research.”
“Demons don’t eat.”
I raise my eyes. It’s horrible to ’ work ’ with a demon; so annoying, and arrogant.. and so full of itself.
I get in the car and close the door; before leaving, Ruby leans on the window, looking at me with a questioning look.
“We humans, instead, we need food. So go, I’ll see you later.”

Ruby’s gone a long way. Who knows where the hell she went to get my dinner. In the meantime, I did some research, and I found out that the corpse we checked wasn’t the first. Five more people have died in the last two weeks. I check again if the victims have anything in common, but nothing. Suddenly, I see light up my cell phone screen, resting on the table, so I move my computer from my legs, and I get up.
I take the cell phone in my hand: Sam. I hesitate, thinking about whether it’s a good idea to answer. The door opens, and Ruby enters with a bag in his hand.
“Here’s your food.” she tells me, throwing the bag on the table. I still look at the phone, but I missed the call. If it was important, he’ll call back.
“Then, discovered what we hunt for?”
As I bite my sandwich, I take the computer from the bed and I deliver it to Ruby.
“Exact. They are very rare, and they have a human appearance, at least when they don’t feed. Of brain.“
"And where we find them?”
I sit near the table, I take a beer, and after drinking a sip, I pick up the computer from the hands of Ruby.
“The murders started a couple of weeks ago, so either he or she just moved here, or he or she is just passing by, and hiding in some abandoned place.”
“What are we waiting for then?”

After taking the necessary weapons for the hunt – including the Colt – Ruby and I asked around if there were new inhabitants in the last time, someone transferred recently, but nothing. So the Kitsune must hide somewhere, in a house, or an abandoned shed. After doing a check, Ruby and I found out that there are five abandoned houses; we’ve already checked three, now we’re at the fourth.
I slowly approach one of the windows of the house, and I peek inside. It’s all dark, and I can’t see anything. I look at Ruby, and I tell her to enter the main door, while I, after turning on a flashlight, I start in the back of the house. Suddenly, I hear my cell vibrations, and almost I wince. I take it fast in my hands, and I see Sam again.
Not now, Sam.
I put the phone in the pocket, and I keep patrolling. In total silence, I hear a thump coming from the inside of the house; Quickly, I find myself inside the house, and I see Ruby, struggling with a woman, little bigger than me. Ruby notes my presence, and after giving a fist to the woman, that screaming with anger, the demon wraps the arms around her shoulders to block her.
“What are you waiting for? Use the Colt!” screams Ruby in my direction. I take the Colt from behind my back, and after taking the target, I shoot at the heart of the Kitsune. The latter screams from the pain, and then falls to the ground, dead.
“The Colt works.” I say in a rather surprised tone.
“Have you any doubt?”

After killing the Kitsune, Ruby and I dug a pit in the woods to hide the corpse. Then we came back to the car – which we had left little away from the abandoned house – and we headed to the motel. I’m parking the car, and while Ruby and I are heading into the room, I hear once again the phone vibrate. Sam.
I tell Ruby to start taking our things in the room while I stay close to the car. I take a deep breath, and I answer.
“Sam, is something wrong?”
I support a side on the side of the car, while I wait for the big guy to answer me.
I lose a heartbeat; the one I’m listening to isn’t Sam’s voice, but Dean’s. I remember what happened the day before; I asked him if he wanted to talk about what had happened between us, but Sam’s interruption had not given him the opportunity to answer.
“Dean, are you all right?”
I feel his breathing on the other side of the phone, as if it were hard for him to talk.
“Yes, it’s just that, Sam and I are following a case. And I thought of you.”
“What are you hunting for?”
I bite my bottom lip. The Hellhounds, they have the task of 'recovering’ the souls of the people who signed a deal with a demon of the crossroads.
I’ve never been able to see one, but I won’t have to wait much longer, right?
"I miss you, Y/n.”
Dean’s words bring me back to reality, and they leave me speechless. I suddenly hear a hole create at the center of my stomach. I don’t know what to answer, except that I miss him too.
“I never thought of my life without my brother, without you. And now, I’m going to have to over that you in a few months.. you’re not going to be there. And I know I’m going to have to get used to it, but I can’t.”
A tear line my face. I had never heard Dean talk to me this way; even when he tried to kiss me, I was surprised. I had begun to try something for Dean long ago, but I had tried not to give too much of these feelings. I didn’t want the friendship that joined us to be destroyed by what I felt. Sam was the only one who knew about my feelings for his brother, and he promised me not to tell him anything. Dean never realized anything; but now, he tells me that he misses me, and that kiss not given..
Does that he feels what I feel? Or is there something else underneath? I’m so confused.
“Soon, Sam and I will be at Bobby’s house, so we can talk, yes?”
Dean still doesn’t know that I’m not there, maybe he didn’t talk to Bobby, so he didn’t warn the Winchesters.
A shot. Then nothing.

Hell (Chapter Five: The demon and the huntress)

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Pairing: Jessica x Reader

Genre: angst, romance

REQUEST: Jessica + aristocrats for anonie

A/n: Oh man, I was so exicted for this request. At first I wanted to base it off of Aristocats, but once again I got lost in my own little world and there was no coming back haha. And behold! Excluding this requests, only six are left! 

I would also like to dedicate this to @kpop-reactions-and-recreation who had birthday few days ago! I know its extremely late and I´ve said this a few times already but Happy late Birthday to you Moonie and to anyone whos celebrating it today!

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Originally posted by minguyyen

Life never went easy on you. Your childhood was spent in an abusive household, the lack of parental guidance took its toll on you and as you grew, the self destructive behavior you were thaught since young age grew with you. Eventually, you met him. You considered Dohyun your savior, though he was far from that. He had you wrapped around his finger from day one, using you, his damsel in distress, to get his way. What you thought would turn out to be a loving relationship, different from the one of you parents, instead became a relationship so toxic you though it would be the death of you. When you became pregnant, he ran away like the poor excuse of a man he was. 

Since then you were barely living. Working multiple jobs, you were able to afford basic education for your daughter, a small apartment that was falling apart with each day, using the remaining money to buy food. Eunseo was the only reason you were still here. Although your hopes of her living a life better than yours were little to none, you tried. It wasn´t easy. Wake up, get yourself ready for the day, prepare Eunseo for school and take her there, work until it was time to pick her up, then leave her alone so you could work again. You were drained of all energy but for her, you always put on the brightest smile you could muster. Day by day you worried for her, scared that she might turn out like you. A rebelious teen, making one mistake after other without thinking of the concequences. 

And when you though it couldn´t get any worse, it did. You were fired from each one of your jobs, always getting the same answer: “Our funds are insufficient. We can´t afford to keep you here.” 

You soon had less and less money, having to decided each day if you paid the rent or if it was another day without food for you and Eunseo. The answer was definite. You couldn´t let your angel starve to death, you didn´t have the heart. With her rumbling stomach and pleads that she was hungry, she didn´t make it easier for you. The day you feared the most came in no time. Deep down you knew there was no way of avoiding it, yet it still surprised you when the landlord paid you a visit, handing you a paper with the word you wished you could unsee. Evicted. You should´ve seen it coming, she warned you many times. But at the same time, you couldn´t blame her. The elderly woman tolerated your excuses everytime, risking to get into trouble for you. As much pity as she held for you, it had to stop. 

With a heavy heart you packed your things and told Eunseo you were going for an adventure. A white lie that satisfied her for a time being. Though it was the truth, for the most part. An adventure that could turn out in many ways, none of them good. It hurt you. You had absolutely no place to go, and as the night was getting nearer you felt like crying. You had to hold your tears in, at least until your daughter fell asleep. You were too prideful to have your strong act crumble in front of her.

“Oh no! I am so sorry, are you okay?” A woman looking to be in her late forties panicked, crouching down to help you collect your belongings that she accidentaly knocked over. 

“What are you doing outside at this time? Its getting dangerous.” She wondered, giving you a questioning look. You struggled to find the right words. On the other hand, maybe it was time to swallow your pride. In a hushed tone you told her, shame filling you up. The woman gasped loudly, covering her mouth in shock.

“Miss Jung is going to be angry at me for doing this, but I can´t leave you in the streets. Come with me.”


“This is the guest room. You have your own bathroom and a closet. Now, I´m going to fix you girls something to eat. You can take shower in the meantime, its going to take a while as I have to cut all the vegetables.” Mrs. Yang (as she told you to call her) said, leaving you and Eunseo alone in the room. There was a lot of space, much more than what you were used to. The queen sized bed was covered in satin sheets and many different, decorative pillows made it look even more pleasing to look at. Everything about it screamed luxury. Whoever lived there must have been bathing in money. 


“I´m home!” Sooyeon screamed as she entered her suite, a place she resided in momentarily. Upon her entrance she noticed unfamiliar pair of shoes lying on the floor, frowning. She walked into the kitchen to see Mrs. Yang, the woman who raised her for most of her life, in middle of preparing dinner. When the older female noticed her, she warmly smiled at her and resumed cutting onions. 

“Care to tell me who´s shoes those are?” She asked as she pointed at the pair of sneakers carefully placed by the door. Mrs. Yang placed the knife on the cutting board and turned around, her eyes following the direction in which Sooyeon´s finger was pointing. 

“Oh, those…” she trailed off. “Well, you see. As I was returning from the grocery store I bumped into this young woman. I was wondering what she was doing outside so late, especially with a small child. When she told me she was evicted from her previous apartment I simply didn´t have the heart to leave her on the streets.” 

Sooyeon took time processing what her maid told her, eventually taking a deep breath. “So you thought bringing them to my place was a good idea.” 

“Miss Jung, you can´t be like that. Besides, didn´t I already tell you that I can recognize good people from a mile away? I´m not saying she has to live here until the end of time, just until she gets on her own feet again.” When Sooyeon remained silent, Mrs. Yang lightly pushed her shoulder with a scowl. “Don´t be like your father. Such a grumpy old man he was.” 

“You´re lucky I´ve known you for most of my life. Just this once.” She shighed, looking in the direction of the quest room. At first she wanted to go in there, talk a little and then decide further what to do, but after she looked at the time and took her own tiredness into consideration, she quickly dismissed the idea. Sooyeon walked into her own room, locking the door behind her. 

“I´ll sort everything out tomorrow. Tonight I just want to relax.”


Restless nights were nothing new for you. Your regime was flipped completely during the years, as you were always afraid of running late. This night was no different, with you turning from side to side and Eunseo sleeping peacfully next to you. To pass time, you turned on the television and switched between channels, volume low enough not to wake up your sleeping daughter. Digits on the clock were changing painfully slow, making you sigh each time you checked the time. Even Eunseo woke up earlier than usual, cuddling into your side. At last, you chased her out of the bed, deciding it was time to get her ready for school.

You were met with a big surprise when you exited your temporary room. Behind the stove stood a woman, looking to be around the same age as you. Her long brown hair was tied in a loose ponytail at the back of her head, her pajama-clad body turned away from you. Without having to look at you, she told you ´Good morning,´ her voice warm and inviting, and kept on making the pancake mix. You and Eunseo both sat down behind the table, patiently waiting for the woman to finish making breakfast. Later on, when the plates with pancakes covered in maple syrup, with butter and blueberries on top, she had finally told you her name. Jung Sooyeon, was it. Without having to think twice, you recognized it as the name belonging to the daughter of one of the richest men here in Seoul. It surprised you greatly. 

But more surprises came as minutes went by. Sooyeon offered to take Eunseo to school, saying it would be much more quicker by car than by feet. Though you wanted to decline, she insisted that you accept her offer. So you did. You found yourself sitting in an expensive car, your eyes scanning the luxurious interior of it in amazement. As you dropped Eunseo off, Sooyeon turned much more serious. The slight smile she held while Eunseo was still in the car gone.

“Y/N, I would like to talk to you. How about we go over your situation in my office.” You had no other choice than to agree. She had agreed to give you a roof above yours and your daughter´s heads, although it was with a little help from Mrs. Yang. Still, this was the least you could do.

Even though you told a few things that happened to Mrs. Yang already, you never said the whole thing. And now, as you were sitting on a velvety couch in Sooyeon´s office, you actually realized how intimidating she looked. With her expression cold and voice laced with seriousness, she listened to your unfortunate life story. You were on brink of tears once you finished, feeling small and vulnerable. You had no idea how you would get past life now, even with the help from Sooyeon. For a brief moment, her hard gaze softened, eyes holding a bit of sympathy.

“I want to help you, I really do. But you have to understand that everything comes at a price. I´m giving you two weeks to make a small resumé containing all your work experiences. When you have it, just give it to me so I can look at it and possibly employ you. You know, just to help you get back on your feet.”

“I will do it, you don´t have to worry. I can´t thank you enough, miss Jung.”

“Just call me Sooyeon, we´re living together now.”


“Do you have to go?” It felt strange looking into her saddened eyes. A year ago you wouldn´t have thought that things would escalate so quickly. Everything was so different. 

“I´ve overstayed my welcome, Sooyeon. Thank you for everything, because without you I would´ve never gotten the chance the live a normal life.” Your words were sincere. You truly were thankful to her, to Mrs. Yang who you belived was an angel sent from above. But now that you had enough money saved from your earnings, you had no choice to leave. You no longer wanted to be a burden to her or anyone else for that matter. There was a problem though. Not only did Eunseo grow a special bond with Sooyeon, but so did you. 

“I don´t mind you living here. Eunseo is an angel and having someone to talk to after a hard day is amazing. Its going to be lonely when you leave.” You chuckled at the pout that formed on her lips, letting go of Eunseo´s hand.

“Its not like we won´t ever see eachother again.” It was all you could say to somewhat console her. You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tightly. The scent of her sweet perfume made you never want to stop hugging her. Seconds ticked away on the clock hanging on the wall, seeming to go much quicker. You made a move to pull away from her, but Sooyeon didn´t budge. Her arms were still wrapped around your waist, face hidden in the crook of your neck. Then, with her voice muffled slightly she said,

“You don´t understand. I don´t want to you leave me. I loved everything that came with having you in this suite. I enjoyed getting up early in the morning to prepare you two breakfast, I loved giving you rides because it meant more time to spend with you during the rushed mornings. I endlessly loved playing with Eunseo as we watched one of her cartoons and I loved having someone I could rely on when it was needed.” She pulled away slightly, this time looking into your eyes as she held your hands.

“What I´m trying to say is… You made me feel what I haven´t felt in a long time. And I can´t imagine what it will be like without you here. I like you, but it isn´t enough for me. I want to keep on getting to know you, I want to keep on seeing the happines and love in your eyes everytime you look at your daugher. I want to go to every single recital she has with you, just like I did over these past twelve months. I want to love you and I want to be loved just the same. So please, Y/N. Please don´t go.” 

Tears were threatning to spill. You haven´t realized that you felt the same. That in a way, you also grown not only to like Sooyeon, but love her even. You couldn´t imagine life without her, and you weren´t the only one.

“Yeah mommy, don´t go.” It took one look on their faces to convince you.

“Well who´s going to help me unpack all this?” 

6| The Purge

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Characters: Jungkook x reader| BTS| ft. Got7 Mark

Summary: For one day, every year, killing is legal, and you’ll kill anyone as long as the price is right. He’ll kill anyone as long as his orders tell him so. Both of you are the top purgers in the business, but what happens if your name ends up on his kill list? What happens if you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to kill Jeon Jungkook?

Warnings: None

Word count: 2,123

A/N: The moment has finally come! Please let me know what you think

Originally posted by shishikookie

Jungkook & Y/N

She looked peaceful lying there, her features giving no real indication that she was anything but an innocent, ordinary girl living out her youth. I couldn’t help myself from watching her sitting there. Everything about her looked at ease despite the chaos brewing outside her apartment, from the way her chest calmly rose and fell with every breath she took to the loose grip she held on her gun. I smirked, fully aware that she had been waiting for me this entire time. It suddenly didn’t seem right to slit her throat without her knowledge, but then again, I wasn’t the one being vulnerable while waiting for someone to kill me.

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☁ After the Storm |1|

Originally posted by beatriceindre

                                 “After a storm comes a calm.” 

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader - Gang!AU
Genre: Angst
✘ Warnings: Violence, Death
Word count: 2.6k

↔ Summary:
A few weeks ago, you were my husband and told me you loved me.
A week ago, you became my ex and left with nothing to say.

☁  The passages in italics are Jimin’s POV and memories, but the story is in your POV ^^)b

                                             “Y/N, let’s elope.”


Your eyes flutter open in panic and your body forces you to turn to your side. With a gentle sigh, your eyelids drop softly as you tug your hand out from under the covers to stroke his smooth jawline. He was still here and you couldn’t be happier this morning. His eyes open for a peek and he laughs, a laugh that vibrates against his pillow to the rest of the bed, giving you goosebumps.

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Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Pairing: Reader x kids
Word count: 673
Warnings: Blood, death, violence, swearing

Part 9 of Happily Ever After

Your children clung to you as the fighting got louder. You knew that meant they were nearing the room you were in. Licking your lips, you knew that you had to get them out, and protect them, but how? How the hell were you supposed to carry two kids, while protecting them?

After a moment, you cursed yourself. It was that, or stay here like sitting ducks. “I’m going to set you both down for a minute. Mommy needs to get a gun, okay?” You said softly. “We’re gonna get out of this room, and to somewhere safer.” Your heart was threatening to pound out of your chest, but you were trying to keep calm for them.

“Are the mean men gonna get me and Will?” Gabby asked, sniffing.

“No. Never. You’re too young to know how the world really is, but it seems you have to.” You sighed. “Those men are attacking our home. Daddy’s out there right now, bashing their skulls in with Lucille. If he doesn’t, they won’t stop until they get everyone.” Telling her that killed you, but if you came across Negan, you didn’t want it scaring the shit out of her.

Her eyes went wide as you set them down. “Daddy’s killing people with Lucille? She’ll get all icky!” She whined.

You raised an eyebrow at her before moving to get your gun quickly. “Yup, you’re his kid.” You muttered, shaking your head. You also grabbed a second gun, and a knife, not wanting to risk being defenseless.

Once you had your holster strapped on, knife tucked away, and gathered your courage, you did what you had to. “Let me see what’s out there, okay? Stay tucked under the bed for now.” You said as quietly as you could. “Pretend we’re playing hide and seek.” Giving them a small smile, you motioned to the bed. Watching your two small children scurry under the bed broke your heart. Way to kill that game for them. You thought to yourself.

Pulling the hammer back on your gun, you slowly, and quietly, started to open the door. Peeking out, you could hear the commotion, but only saw two people- checking rooms. While one was in one down the hall, you aimed at the one about to check one closer. The shot rang out and you tucked yourself back in the room. Your chest was heaving, and you could hear the second one yelling and coming your way. His friends brain matter was splattered everywhere, and he was pissed.

Without looking, he opened the door, just to see a gun between his eyes. “Wrong room, asshole.” You ground out. Seeing his hand move to his hip, you instantly pulled the trigger.

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The Willow maid

Ani and Rayuzaki belong to @ani-dragmire


A young man walked through the forest 
with his quiver and hunting bow 
He heard a young girl singing 
and followed the sound below 
There he found the maiden 
who lives in the willow 

He called to her as she listened 
from a ring of toadstools red 
‘Come with me my maiden 
come from thy willow bed' 
She looked at him serenely 
and only shook her head. 

‘See me now, a ray of light in the moondance 
See me now, I cannot leave this place 
Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest 
Don’t ask me, to follow where you lead' 

A young man walked through the forest 
with a flower and coat of green 
His love had hair like fire 
her eyes an emerald sheen 
She wrapped herself in beauty 
so young and so serene 

He stood there under the willow 
and he gave her the yellow bloom 
‘Girl my heart you’ve captured 
oh I would be your groom' 
She said she’d wed him never 
not near, nor far, nor soon 

'See me now, a ray of light in the moondance 
See me now, I cannot leave this place 
Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest 
Don’t ask me, to follow where you lead' 

A young man walked through the forest 
with an axe sharp as a knife 
I’ll take the green-eyed fairy 
and she shall be my wife 
With her I’ll raise my children 
with her I’ll live my life 

The maiden wept when she heard him 
when he said he’d set her free 
He took his axe and used it 
to bring down her ancient tree 
'Now your willow’s fallen 
now you belong to me' 

'See me now, a ray of light in the moondance 
See me now, I cannot leave this place 
Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest 
Don’t ask me, to follow where you lead' 

She followed him out the forest, and collapsed upon the earth 
Her feet had walked but a distance, from the green land of her birth She faded into a flower, that would bloom for one bright eve 
He could not take from the forest, what was never meant to leave 

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“Who I Am Inside” Part 4

“Who I Am Inside” Part 1

“Who I Am Inside” Part 2

“Who I Am Inside” Part 3

We drove down to the local diner in town that was still open. It seemed like it was pretty deserted for a Wednesday night, but then again everyone was probably at the fire. Eric opened the door for me and Craig, and we sat down at the booth closest to the back. A waitress immediately came over to us and asked us what we would like to eat.

“I’ll take a double bacon cheeseburger with a nice cold one.” Eric said, as he checked the waitress out.

I watched as Craig gave Eric the death look. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the waitress.

“I’ll just take a coffee. 2 sugars and some cream” I said, not very hungry.

“Make that two, please.” Craig chimed in.

As she filled out our orders, she walked away to give them to the chef. My hands were in my lap, and I was looking straight down at the table. Still trying to wrap my head around of what just happened. There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Craig cleared his throat and started in with questions.

“Y/n, would you mind on telling us what you saw tonight?” He said softly.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I said in low voice.

“Try us.” Eric said, both of them staring intently at you.

I told them everything. While I was telling them I watched their expressions change. They looked at each other when I was done, and had a conversation through their eyes. As they were talking to each other my eyes went over the TV that was playing in the corner. An old, rerun of Drake and Josh was playing. I used to the love that show when I was younger.

Drake and Josh were talking to the two nerds that they were friends with and I softly chuckled to myself, remembering this episode. As I watched closer, I saw the teacher taking roll call. I froze where I was when I heard the teacher call the nerds names. “Eric Blonowitz? Here. Craig Ramirez? Here.”

I looked over at the agents, as they were talking softly to each other.

“Oh my god, they are phonies.” I thought to myself. Suddenly not feeling safe.

I glanced around the diner and noticed the waitress coming with our orders. She place all of our stuff on the table and gave us a warm smile.

“Here you go, guys! If you need anything else, let me know!” she smiled and walked away.

Slowly picked up the knife at the table and pointed it at them. Only high enough to where the waitress could see. Fake Craig and Eric looked up at me, they both raised their hands slightly.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Fake Craig says calmly, trying to get me to put down the knife.

“You are not real agents, who are you?” I said trying to sound brave.

“What are you talking about? You saw our badges? Look Y/n, you’ve had a long nigh-” Eric says before I cut him off.

“Craig Ramirez and Eric Blonowitz. I knew your names sounded familiar. Only to find out that their the names of the nerds on an old tv show I used to watch. I mean like seriously, why did you pick those names to use together?” I spat, still holding the knife.

Fake Eric cursed under his breath and said,

“Damn it, Garth! I’m going to kill you!”

“Ok Y/n, you caught us we are not FBI agents.” He said, still trying to get me to lower the knife.

“Who are you guys then?” I asked, getting angry that they played me.

“Have you ever heard of ghostbusters?” fake Eric says with a smile.

Craig elbowed him in the chest and Eric let out a huff.

“We can explain everything to you, if you just listen to us” says Craig

“And why should I do that?” I questioned, pushing the knife a little closer at them.

“Because we’re your brothers” says Eric.

“I don’t have any brothers” I countered

“Do you know of a John Winchester?” Craig says

“No.” I said

“He is your father. My name is Sam and this is Dean.” Sam stated

I stood up from the table and tried to leave, but Sam caught my hand.

“My father’s name is Steven Greene and he’s a deadbeat. Him and my mom got divorced when I was 3.” I said trying get out of his grasp.

“Your mom never knew who the father was. She was in love with John, but she knew he couldn’t be a father since he was a hunter. So she told Steve he was the father. Steve wanted her to take a test to find out if you were really his, since you showed no resemblance to him. The test was taken when you were 2. He found out you weren’t his and that’s why they got divorced later.” Dean said, trying to explain to you.

You finally got your hand out of Sam’s grasp and slapped Dean across the face.

“You guys are unbelievable!” I said in the nastiest voice I could muster up.

I turned on the heel of my boot and stormed out of the diner. I made my way out into the cold night air. Trying to hurry so I could get as far away from as possible from them.

   As I ran inside my house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. They were still following me. I ran past the parlor and dining room to get to the kitchen, where the back door was located, so I could lock it.

While running, I felt something slippery underneath my boots. I looked down and gasped as I saw dark, red blood painted all over the floor. My hand went over my mouth, fearing for the sight I would see in the kitchen before me. I laid back against the wall trying my hardest not to let out my strangled cry. I slowly turned my head, and I didn’t even realize that I was screaming at what I saw.

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The whole kitchen floor was covered in blood. Scratch that. The whole room was coated in blood. I slowly made my way through the bloody floor, and past the counter. I dropped to my knees, and I felt every part of my body scream in agony. My mother and my sister laid dead on the floor. The sight overwhelmed me as I screamed bloody murder. I reached for my sister Nevaeh, holding her in my arms, trying to wake her up. When she wouldn’t, and I cried out


I saw movement from my mom and reached out to her.

“MOM! Mom, I will call the ambulance! I’ll get you help! Just please don’t die on me! I need you, Mom!” I begged my mom

She was barely breathing, but she turned to look at me.

“I should have to-told y-you. I-If I-I did things would have been d-different. P-Promise m-me t-this. P-Promise m-me that you w-will look f-for a man named J-John Winchester. He will e-explain everything! N-Now go! G-Go before it gets back! Now Y/n!” she said before her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“I’m not leaving you, Mom! I’m not leaving you here to die! Mom?” I said, before realizing she was gone.

There was big bang noise against the door. I glanced over, still holding my lifeless sister tightly in my arms. The door made another loud bang, before it opened. I saw Dean and Sam appear at the doorway and take in the sight. The horror on their faces was evident. Dean eyes finally reached mine, and he came over towards me.

“Y/N, we got to get you out of here before that thing comes back.” he said in commanding tone.

“I can’t leave them, Dean. Their my family.” I said

“Y/n, I’m sorry, but they are dead. The thing that killed them wants you, so we got to move now. So, you and Sam are going up to your room and packing your stuff while I hold this thing off. Got it? Good. Go! Now!” Dean said trying to sympathize, but also trying to get me hell out.

   He took Nevaeh out of my arms, and gently laid her down next to my mom. Sam rushed over to me and took my arm and dragged me upstairs. I could barely function, let alone pack my own bag, so Sam helped me. He grabbed my two huge Victoria secret bags out of the closet and basically threw my whole wardrobe in there. I grabbed my make up and threw in the other bag and shoes.

I saw my photograph album and grabbed it as Sam dragged me downstairs. When we reached the bottom my eyes spotted Nevaeh’s pink quilt. I pulled out Sam’s grasp and grabbed it. Then we ran out the door as Sam yelled for Dean.

   The three of us made a mad dash for the impala, and as I went to open the door, I saw the flames. My home and my family. Gone. Just like the Library. All I could do was stare while Sam and Dean talked. I held Nevaeh’s pink quilt to my chest tightly, inhaling the scent of what used to be my sisters.

“Where should we take her?” Sam said, trying to figure out what to do.

“Home.” Dean said matter of fact

“But I thought you-” Sam started

“She’s our sister, Sammy. We’re taking her home.” said Dean.

“Everything is going to be ok, Y/n. We promise. We will protect you.” Sam    said in a soothing tone

“You said our dad was a hunter. Are you both hunters?” I asked

“Yes, we are.” Dean responded

“Is dad still alive?” I asked curiously.

“No, he died a few years.” Sam replied

“Do you know, what thing was? That killed my family?”

“We think it might be a demon. Don’t worry, Y/n. We will kill whatever it was that did this to you.” said Dean

“No” I said

They exchanged looks again, and Sam asked


“I don’t want you to kill it, I want to. It killed my family. I want it to be the last thing it sees before it bites the bullet.”

   I saw Dean give a wide smile. It almost looked like he was proud me. Then he said this

“Saving People, Hunting Things, It’s the Family Business. Welcome to the family sis.”

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Better Than You P1

Happy walked into the warehouse, he could hear a knife being sharpened. He slowly drew his gun from his holster “I suggest you put the gun away. Jax already called me.” Happy froze. He walked in seeing a girl standing over a body. Her h/c dangling over her face and she took a blood sample. She closed the tube, putting it in a bag. She slid the gloves she was wearing off. She looked up to see Happy standing there, stoic as ever. “What is your name?” Happy said stepping closer to the woman. “Y/N” Happy raised an eyebrow. “The female nomad enforcer?” “Yup.” She was short with him, not wanting to go into details. He watched as she looked over the body “Bingo.” The woman slid a tracker tracer from the body. “Jax was right. Undercover fed.” She smirked. “It is disconnected.” She put it in the bag labeled “Juice.”  “Why are you here?” You voice was slightly harsh, raising an eyebrow to the man who stood quietly eyeing you. “Jax wanted me to make sure you where ok.” “Sure. Or to have someone watch me. I am no child.” Happy smirked at her words.

After the body was disposed, Happy held his hand out to help her out of the ditch. He winced at her grip as he pulled her out of the ditch. “Thanks.” She said shaking his hand.

The next day Hap was working on a car, changing the oil. He seen black studded heels cross the car and walk to the club house. “CHURCH 5 Minutes.” Jax yelled out.

With in five minutes everyone had gathered. y/n was sitting next to Juice, he had his laptop open in front of him. “y/n go ahead.” She nodded standing up. “Glen Swanson was an undercover cop, he was a crooked cop. He is the one that has ordered hits on many of the ones you hold dear. Last night, He was taken care of and disposed of. I have given Juice the tracker so that he can trace numbers and see where cops are at, at all times.” Juice nodded. “I will monitor it. If there is any situation I will know where they are located.” Juice said smiling up at y/n. Happy looked at y/n, her eyes where on him “Happy thanks for helping me dispose last night. Saved me the back pain of burying that fucker.” “Your welcome.” Happy said with a slight smirk. “Y/n, Hap. Please stay after. I have a mission for you.” “Mission? What the fuck am I James Bond?” Jax laughed a bit “Nah Darlin, Can you help with one more thing? Or do they  need you back at Tacoma?” “No, I am free for a month.” Jax nodded. The rest of the boys left the table. y/n sat down on the other side of Jax. “ I need to you to take out this person..” Jax slid the picture over. “Another sneeky cop huh?” “Yeah.. Went after Wendy…” “You got it Pres.” Kiki nodded at Haps words.


Part Four of You’re in Supernatural 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

pairing: Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam, Reader x Cas, Reader x Crowley, Reader x Adam, Reader x Lucifer

word count: 1,404


“Y/N, pay attention to me.” Lucifer whined. “I’m bored.”

“Shut up.” You snapped. “I need to sleep.”

“But I’m bored.” He whined, walking over to your little corner and wrapping his arms around you.

“Go to sleep.” You groaned.

“Angels don’t sleep.” He reminded you. “But look at this. Look, I have a forked tongue!”

“Bloody hell,” You pulled at the roots of your hair in frustration. “No wonder God threw you out of heaven. Daddy watch this. Daddy pay attention to me I’m bored.”

Lucifer gave you a wicked grin. “There’s my little firecracker.”

You sighed, getting up and walking to another corner in the cage before laying down on your side. If only you knew a way that would shut him up.

“Wait, who’s that in the corner?” You asked, noticing a body sitting in the corner across from you for the first time.

“That’s Adam.” Lucifer shrugged. “He lost his mind about a year ago.”

“So he just randomly lost his mind one day all on his own?” You gave him a pointed look.

“I was bored.” Lucifer shrugged.

You smacked Lucifer’s chest. “That’s so rude!”

Cautiously, you walked to the corner where Adam sat, rocking back and forth. “Adam?”

“They left me here,” He hissed, grabbing onto your arm. “They left me here.”

Lucifer stepped in and pushed him off of you. You stumbled back, feeling a little sorry for the forgotten Winchester.

“Where’s Michael?” You asked Lucifer.

“He ditched his vessel and went back to heaven.” He told you before pointing to Adam. “Then I got bored.”

You walked away, going to the last free corner, ignoring Lucifer’s shouts from behind you.

“Y/N, don’t ignore me.” Lucifer walked over to your corner and picked you up, putting you in his lap.

“If I let you hold me will you let me sleep?” You sighed, wanting nothing more than to get a few hours of sleep.

“Of course.” Lucifer kissed the side of your head. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes and sighed in content, happy to finally get some sleep.

“Y/N!” Dean’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“Dean!” You shot up out of Lucifer’s lap and ran to the edge of the cage.

“Crowley, get her the hell out of here.” Dean snapped, pulling on the metal bars.

“Y/N’s not going anywhere.” Lucifer wrapped his arm around your waist.

“It’s your fault I’m in here in the first place.” You snapped.

“Because you’re the only human that I like.” Lucifer said like it was meant to be obvious.

“Y/N, I will get you out of here. I promise.” Dean told you, ignoring the devil’s last comment.

“How exactly did the character in the show get out?” Sam asked, standing next to his brother.

“That’s just the thing,” You let out a deep breath. “This didn’t happen on the show.”

“That’s fan-freaking-tastic.” Dean threw his arms in the air.

“Y/N,” Sam asked calmly, “How exactly did you get in there?”

“I turned the light switch on and he somehow used his angelic powers to get me in here.” You shrugged. “I don’t know what he did though.”

“Alright this is what’s going to happen,” Dean’s posture went rigid. “We’re going to turn the lights back on and you’re going to let her out!”

“Hmmm,” Lucifer pretended to think about it for a minute. “No.”

“I thought you hated humans.” Sam asked him. “Why would you want to keep her in your cage?”

Lucifer looked at Sam. “Jealous?”

“No-” Sam began but Lucifer cut him off.

“It’s okay if you are,” Lucifer drawled on, “I know that I’m irresistible, but Sammy, you’ve got to let me go. Our summer fling is over and I think it’s time that we start seeing other people.”

“How have you not stabbed him yet?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“I don’t have a knife.” You shrugged.

“This is all your fault!” Dean turned on Crowley. “If you hadn’t brought her to hell none of this would have happened.”

“My fault!” Crowley screeched and pointed at Cas. “That one didn’t want to go in.”

“I told you that I did not think it would be a good idea!” Cas raised his voice. “Now look at Y/N! She is trapped in the cage with my brother.”

“I’ll take good care of her, Castiel.” Lucifer winked at Cas as he pulled you closer to his side.

“There’s only one way Y/N gets out of that cage.” Crowley spoke up. “And that’s if he gets out too.”

“No.” You said immediately. “It’s not worth it.”

“I’m not just going to leave you in there.” Dean threw his arms up in exasperation.

“You have to.” You insisted. “If you let him out, he’ll just start the apocalypse all over again.”

Lucifer looked offended. “I can behave.”

“That’s what she said.” Dean laughed, making Sam give him a bitch stare.

“Really, Dean?” Sam deadpanned.

“Oh c’mon, that was a good one.” Dean looked offended.

“Listen to moose, squirrel.” Crowley muttered.

“I guess we have to let them both out of the cage.” Sam sighed.

“No!” You shrieked. “You do not let him out under any circumstances.”

“Y/N,” Lucifer placed his hand over his heart. “I’m offended.”

“Yeah it sucks that I’m in here, but I would rather be in here then out there knowing that he would be loose.” You continued, ignoring his comment.

“You’ll be stuck in here forever.” Sam reminded you.

You visibly cringed at the thought. “Just find an alternative.”

“That’s it, I can’t leave her here like this any longer. Crowley get them out of there.” Dean looked at you with his pain filled eyes.

“Dean-” You began but he cut you off.

“Y/N, we’ll deal with the consequences later.” Dean told you. “I just want you safe.”

Crowley flipped on the light switch and grabbed a key from his pocket. He cut his hand, letting a few drops of blood fall onto the key before placing it in the lock and turning it.

Lucifer let his arm fall from around your waist and ran as fast as you possibly could into Cas’ arms.

“Y/N!” Cas hugged you back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You gave him a genuine smile and walked over to Dean.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Dean wrapped his strong arms around you.

“Dean you should’ve left me in there.” You mumbled against his chest.

Dean shrugged, giving you a smile. “You’re a Winchester now. We’re not going to leave you in hell.”

You gave Dean a pointed look. “You left Adam in hell.”

Sam peaked inside the cage. “Is he still in there?”

You walked around, looking into the entrance of the cage and pointing to the far right corner. “Right there.”

“Adam?” Sam asked quietly.

“You.” Adam screamed in rage. “Way to come back for me!”

“Adam-” Dean began but Adam cut him off.

“No!” Adam threw his hands up in the air. “I quit! I quit this family! You try living with that thing for God knows how long. Do you know how many times I’ve listened to Sympathy for the Devil?”

Adam turned to you. “Good luck, Y/N. I wish you the best. Now, Crowley, how in the hell do I get out of hell?”

Crowley pointed to the staircase to his left. “Right there.”

Adam walked up the stairs in a huff. When he was gone, everyone stared at each other in shock.

“Jeesh.” Lucifer whistled. “I guess he’s the drama king of the family.”

“Well,” Dean said. “C’mon Y/N, let’s get you back to the bunker.”

Lucifer linked his arm with yours. “I’m ready when you are.”

“Will someone please stab him already.” Sam groaned.

“Sam,” Lucifer sighed. “I know that I broke your heart, but violence isn’t the answer.”

“Neither is that haircut.” Crowley snapped.

“Y/N thinks I’m more attractive.” Lucifer fired back.

“No she doesn’t.” Crowley argued.

“That’s not what she’s thinking.” Lucifer winked.

“Cas,” You whispered, gripping his arm. “Now would probably be a good time to get us all out of here.”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed.

“Preferably before they start fighting over Y/N’s love.” Dean winked at you.

You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on Cas’ shoulder, watching as Sam and Dean did the same.

In an instant, Cas flashed the four of you back to the bunker.

24 - Kai Parker

[“You’re protecting me. Why?” With Kai please! Thank you 💕]


“You don’t have to do this.” I plead with Kai, struggling against the rope. “They’re going to find me and they might-”

“Shh.” He says, putting his finger to my lips. I fight my blush and he smiles. “Thank you, god your voice is so annoying.” I glare and he pats my head. “Cutie.”

Shaking my head, Kai laughs and stands up. “Kai, let me go.”

“Kai, let me go.” He mimics. “Listen Y/N, you’re just the bait. But if you want I can kill you and end the suffering for my ears.”

My mouth shuts and Kai nods. “Good choice.” He says, he sits down opposite me with a smile. “You’re just like a Salvatore.”

I roll my eyes, Damon and Stefan are my great something uncles. I just see them as older brothers.

“You know, I had a quite a big family growing up.” Kai tells me, resting his head on his hands. “Family isn’t a bad thing when you actually like them.”

My eyebrows fuse together. “You didn’t like your family?”

Kai shakes his head. “No, I mean some of them were alright but I hated majority of them.”

“So that’s why you killed them?”

He chuckles. “No, Y/N.” He pinches my cheek slightly. “You’re so innocent. You don’t the Kai Parker tale.”


“Well basically my family called an abomination during my childhood and well…that hurt my feelings.”

“So that’s why you killed them?”

Kai shakes his head. “No but we’re getting close.” He says. “Well in my coven we had a sort of rule thing, twins had to merge at the eighteen. The weaker dies but the stronger wins and takes their magic. And we’ll I wanted to merge with my sis Jo but my family saw that as a big no no.”


“I swear to god, interrupt me again and I’ll cut out your tongue.” Kai says, sounding irritated. I stick out my tongue and he raises a brow. “So then blah, blah, I killed them, blah, blah, I ended up in a prison world for a few years.”

“So they put a psycho in an empty world for years?”

“Hey sociopath.” He corrects. “But yes they did.”

“Why? That’s would drive you into even more madness. No one you’re like this.”

“Ouch.” He put his hand over where his heart should be, the heartless psycho.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I wanted you know.” He shrugs, patting my cheek. “I like you Y/N.”

“Is that a good thing?” I ask, confused. Kai laughs, standing up and brushing his clothes clean. “Are you letting me go?”

“Nope. And if my calculations are correct even though I was horrible at maths, your friends should be here in three….two…one now.”

At cue footsteps appear and Kai laughs. “I guess I’m not so bad.”

I roll my eyes. “Can I go now?”

“No, this is the fun part.”

“What’s happening?”

“Well if this goes wrong then I’ll kill you.” I tense and Kai smirks, crouching down in front of me. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “But if this goes right then we can all go back to our normal lives.”

“Step away from her Kai.” I hear Stefan say. “She’s has nothing to do with this.”

“I know.” Kai says, standing up and bringing me with him. I struggle and he chuckles. “Y/N, remember who has the knife now.”

I stay still and he smiles. “Well done.” He says, grinning.

“You’re insane.” I spit, Kai laughs. “I see why you’re family did the things they did.”

His laughter goes and I gasp, feeling a plunge in my stomach. “Y/N!” My friends yell, my eyes lower and I see the blood pooling around my wound.

Kai smirks, removing the knife and I gasp, my hand over it. “Y/N, I think this has been enough for one night.” He kisses my cheek and then goes, letting me fall but someone catches me.

Before I can even recognise who it is, my mind switches off.


“What ever happened to Kai?” I ask Elena, while I apply my mascara.

“You know how we all went to the prison world to get Damon and Stefan’s mother, Lily?” She asks, I nod. “Well Bonnie stabbed and left him behind.”

My eyebrows raise. “You just abandoned him?”

“He did that to Bonnie.”

I know she has a point. “But he leaving someone who is mentally ill alone again, isn’t going to help.”

“Y/N, who cares? He’s gone.” Elena shrugs, brushing her hair. I nod. “I thought you’d be happier, he did kidnap and stab you.”

“I know.” I say, my hand over where my scar is. “But I still think you could have done something else, he did change.”

“Y/N, don’t pity him. Kai was a psycho who deserved everything he got.” She says, before leaving the room.

It’s Jo and Ric’s wedding today and we are getting ready, I don’t know Jo very well but I know Ric and I’m glad to see him so happy.

“Sociopath.” I mumble, while applying my lip gloss. “He’s a sociopath.”


Groaning, I open my eyes and look around. “Y/N!” I hear Damon call, I lift my head up.

“Damon!” I yell but it muffles, my eyebrows fuse together and I realise my mouth is taped shut and I’m tied to a wall.

Struggling, I attempt to slide my hands from the rope but it only hurts. “Y/N.” I tense, hearing footsteps behind me. “Glad you’re awake.”

Kai steps in front of me, crouching down, he’s dressed in a suit. I turn away as he reaches to touch my cheek. He grins. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you.”

I can’t speak so I don’t bother it look at him, with pleading eyes. “You see, I kind of enjoy our chats and I’d hate to accidentally kill you. So I brought you here to keep you safe.”

I give him a confused look. Why would Kai want to protect me? Kai tilts his head, pulling off the tape and I whine.

Moving my mouth, I speak after a while. “You’re protecting me. Why?”

Kai shrugs. “I guess it’s something from that merge.” He says. “Anyway, you need to stay here for a while.”

“Why? What’s going on, Kai?” I ask, he smiles and stands up. “Kai, what are you planning?”

“Nothing, Y/N.” He replies. “I’ll see you in a while.”

“Kai!” I yell, struggling. “Kai!”

He laughs. “Shh…..” He says in my ear, injecting something into my neck and everything goes black.


[End of imagine, part two hopefully up soon]

A different kind of lost (Peter Pan)

Pan was on the camp like everyday, nothing was new, everything was quiet because everyone was sleeping, even Peter. Until a fairy woke him up “What?” He groaned to the fairy with a tired expression in his face “It’s a lost soul” She informed him worriedly hoping that would be enough to agree to go with her, but it wasn’t. He just turned around ignoring the fairy. “The shadow takes care of that” Peter reminded her, trying to go back to sleep “She needs you!” She begged him, Peter quickly got up, now paying attention to the red fairy “She?” He asked interested, the fairy just nodded and flew away, Peter reached her and they left Neverland, to go to the real world, the flew in the cold night and stopped in the window of a hospital room. “A hospital?” He asked frowning, the fairy quickly shushed him “Just wait and see” She says calmly, Peter obeys. The room has two lamps and both of them are on; a girl about his age with (h/c) is sleeping, her hands rest on the pillow and her mouth is half open, but she doesn’t seem comfortable, and it doesn’t take long for her to abruptly wake up and cough some blood that ends up in the floor. She goes back to the bed and looks at the roof completely emotionless, as she cleans her mouth -that also has blood-with her wrist and finally falls asleep. Peter can’t believe what he saw, he was disgusted this girl woke up in the middle of the night a puked blood on the floor, and then she went back to sleep like nothing ever happened, he entered the room and stared down at the mysterious girl trying to discover what was that thing that interested him. Because she didn’t seem sick to him, he just looked like an ordinary girl, but something told him that she wasn’t what she looked like “She’s not lost because she doesn’t feel part of something, she’s lost because she’s loosing her own identity” She says getting closer to Peter, he slowly touches her hair but that was enough to woke her up, when she opens her eyes and finds his she backs off, she isn’t afraid that’s for sure, she’s in a defensive mode, studying his face and every move that he does. “Hey… I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help you” he assures her “How could you help me?” She spat, Peter took a step closer to her, she doesn’t hesitated before taking the sharp knife and threat him “I can cure you” She couldn’t help but laugh at his confidence and he raised an eyebrow completely confused trying to understand why was so funny, he gave up and asked the girl. “What’s so funny?” She looked at him smiling “You think you have a cure for cancer? Oh, I’ll like to see that” She said mockingly, not bothering to hide the fact that she didn’t believed him at all, so the fairy decided to intervene by showing herself to the girl, who stopped talking as she watched in amusement the sparkly fairy, she touched her and her pixie dust tickled her earning a soft giggle to scape from her lips. Peter was there just patiently waiting for her to talk. She turned back at him and nodded before speaking ones again “I’ll go with you” she agreed as he sighed relieved “But if you come with me you need to know there’s no turning back” He warned her but she just laughed sarcastically “You think there’s anything I want to hold on to?” She added but he ignored her and took her by the hand before flying back to Neverland First he took her to the lake to drink the water and she walked right behind him the whole way, like a shadow, and as he guided her through the camp full of boys they started talking “So what’s your name?” He asked as they kept walking “Y/N” She simply said “And you are?” She added later, he turned around and raised an eyebrow cockily. “Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?” He asked rhetorically while he licked his lips “I’m Peter. Peter Pan” and then he smiles, although his cocky flirting tricks didn’t worked on her at all, because she rolled her eyes before walking right by Peter and hitting his elbow slightly, he didn’t gave up right way, he kept trying to provoke her, to annoy her, but nothing worked. When they arrived to the camp some of the boys watched her with curiosity, but some others watched as an enemy. Peter stood up, right in front of everyone with Y/N aside “Boys, we have a new Lost Girl. No one can hurt her. Did you heard me?” He asked, but before the Lost Boys agreed, she pushed him, making Peter fall to the ground. “I don’t need your protection” she said coldly and looked at the boys “I’m not here to be your mom and tell stories, I’m here to be free, and if you don’t like that you can go to hell” She explained showing her middle finger and walking out, but Peter reached her. “What the hell was that?” She shrugged “The truth” “No, you’re making them doubt about my authority!” She took a step closer “Whoa, Whoa! Calm down, I’m just here because you brought me, because I have no problem in staying in a bed waiting the day I die!” She exclaimed, Peter roughly pinned her up against the tree, by holding her neck “I swear if you don’t shut up, you’re going to regret it” He wasn’t bluffing around, he was serious and Y/N perceived that but she wouldn’t let him win “Then so be it” she challenged him and split out on Peter’s face so he set her free, ones he did Y/N ran away (…) “TRAINING” he exclaimed and all of you came out from everywhere, although you were very nervous because you knew Peter was getting his revenge from days ago, and you were terrified but you weren’t stupid so you decided to bring a knife and hide it on your sleeve with some leaves you picked out the day after. “Every single one of you will fight with Y/N” Knew it-you thought and you also knew that they were fighting without mercy, you shivered when he grinned at you sassily. “And you can use what ever you want” He added, but he didn’t gave an advantage only to the Lost Boys but Y/N as well. Y/N stood there not letting Peter see the fear in her eyes, she reminded herself that she would only use the knife as her last source to survive. Although the boys didn’t took long to knock her down she never gave up. Right now she was facing Albert, one of the oldest boys how punched her right in her face, she kept silent until she split blood out in the floor and let the blood from her nose got in her mouth tasting it accidentally. Y/N hit him with her head and the boy stood ball down but he hold her by the knees to knock her down as well, Albert stood up and punched her in the stomach merciless so she pulled out the knife and stabbed him in his leg, and took it out quickly as she slowly stood up shaking slightly holding her stomach, mouth breathing, she didn’t knew how to fight, but she did knew the basics about using a knife. “That’s enough” He said and you left without hesitating, ones she got to her room and take some leaves to “cure” her injuries, she tried as much as she could to cover the scratches until Peter came in. “Take this” he said leaving some water in her bed, she took it and snorted in disbelief. “So that’s what you wanted” she mumbled “What?” He asked trying to act innocent “You wanted to proof that I’m weak. Well, you know what?” She took the water and smashed it in the floor, Peter just left angrily Several months had passed now and Y/N healed too slowly, the bruises could still be seen, she assured everyone that she didn’t feel pain anymore but she was lying. It didn’t hurt that bad anymore, it was bearable but she didn’t told anyone because wanted to be part of them and if she had to be injured quite badly to win the respect from everyone then so be it. She started training a while ago by her own and that’s why her healing process was too slow. The boys started to feel respect for her when they knew she rejected the water several times to heal and even Peter respect her. Then Peter told her about her plans of taking Henry’s heart and you needed to make Henry comfortable so Peter could manipulate him, but ones her family came to the rescue it all started to fall apart, it was night already and you were watching Henry, you walked around the cage to keep yourself awake. You were just distract for a second, but that was enough for them, the hit your neck so you past away and they took you to Storybrooke. When you woke up and notice you weren’t on Neverland anymore you got scared, they were all watching you and you knew everyone because of what Peter had told you “Why am I here?” “To get Henry back” Regina said and Emma got near you. “We’re…” “I know who you all are Emma” you interrupted her, you could easily tell they were all impressed “But you have to take me back” You said calmly but they shook their heads “You don’t understand I…” You trailed off before you were hit by dizziness as you felt your nose bleed and you didn’t took long to cough blood on the bed. “You need to take me back” You insisted, Snow White’s eyes sparkled with compassion. “You’ll go when Pan gives us Henry back” “I’LL BE DEAD BY THEN!” You shouted angrily as you felt the tears falling down your face, so you covered it with your hands sobbing loudly as everyone looked at you with pity. Meanwhile Peter was loosing his mind, ones he noticed you left he looked for you restlessly but he couldn’t find you, he was scared, he pictured you lost somewhere you would never be found or even dead. Ones he managed to think clearly he remembered Storybrooke and he brought Henry with him, when he got there he told Henry to take him wherever he thought you could be found and ones both of them stood in the savior’s house he couldn’t handle his worry and eagerness and he kicked the door with his foot with Henry behind “WHERE IS SHE? He exclaimed and kept his way to the bedroom because everyone were too busy welcoming Henry. When he saw you his heart stopped beating and he ran by your side, you’re eyes were closed and your skin was too pale, you looked like a dead body and he got scared as he shakes you slightly “Y/N…” Nothing “Y/N, please don’t do this to me” His voice cracks and he started crying “Open your eyes” he says as he shakes you ones more, you slowly start to open your eyes and when you see him you hugged him with the little strength you have left and he hugs you back. “You came for me” You mumbled relived as you cried “I’ll always will” He says

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