By the time you read this, I’ll be on my way back to New York. I don’t really know how to start this, so I’m just going to say it. I can’t do this anymore. I thought I could learn to fit into your world, play the part, smile when I’m supposed to. But I’ve been pretending so hard that I forgot who I am.
You once said love could fix anything. I wanted that to be true. But love doesn’t make the whispers stop, or the way people look at me like I’m some kind of mistake. I know you’d fight for me, you already have, but I can’t be the reason you keep fighting a battle you were never meant to win.
This isn’t about not loving you. God, I still love you. I’ll probably always love you. But that love’s starting to hurt more than it helps. And I need to be somewhere I can breathe again, somewhere that feels like me.
Please don’t hate me for leaving. Just… remember me when you need to. And if our paths ever cross again, I hope we’ll both be okay by then.
In just one morning, with the loss of a friend, the way Eveline understood her world had altered— the prince, a sorceress and a curse, unlike the one that was placed on her. Now she stands in front of the Son of Malveon. A person she had previously thought wanted her dead but continually treated her like the person she claims to be: a princess. If he was truly who he said he was, if what he told her was the truth, then he knows almost everything about her, and she knows nothing about him. She was almost too scared to go home; afraid she might have incited a war between the kingdoms.
Ryland startled her as he approached from behind. “I won’t hurt you,” he said. “If I wanted to, I would have done it before today; it would have been easier.”
“What’s stopping me from k you now?” she mumbled to herself, though she knew he could hear her. She couldn’t answer that question herself.
He sat down on the ground next to her, letting his legs dangle over the edge. “Maybe a part of you hopes I’m not the evil prince you were led to believe. After living with you these past few months,” he said, quieter, “I can assure you I’m not.”
Eveline said nothing, keeping her gaze ahead of her. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to believe.
“My opinion of you and your kingdom has changed,” Ryland continued. After a short pause, he said the words he’s been dying to say for weeks. “I can convince my father to end this war.” Eveline looked at him for the first time in what felt like hours. “If you can convince your mother to do the same.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flower, pink petals with violet tips—Eveline’s favorite. He held it out to her. “Do you trust me?”
The words echoed in her mind. /trust./ Why should she trust him? Why should he trust her? Her mind flooded with memories and emotion. In the end, she could only utter one word. “Okay.”
PAIRING: None, Platonic Team Free Will 2.0 and GN!Reader
PROMPT: Halloween - Costume Party
WORD COUNT: 1,043
GENRE: Fluff
A/N: My last entry for the FanFiction Writers of the Supernatural Fandom's Fictober. Check out our Discord right here! Happy Halloween, everyone!
TAGS AND WARNINGS: Halloween, Costumes, Makeup, Castiel and Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester and GN!Reader are Jack Kline's Parents, Jack Kline Uses Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Horror Movie Fan Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Hates Halloween, Biblically Accurate Angel Castiel, Team Free Will 2.0
SUMMARY: It's Jack's first ever Halloween and they want to celebrate with their family.
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“I look ridiculous.”
You briefly paused your movements, stilling the brush against Castiel’s cheek, and turned your head. Despite your greatest efforts, you couldn’t fight the smile that crept up your lips. Initially, you had planned to reassure Dean, but he was right. He looked absolutely ridiculous.
Jack had insisted to celebrate Halloween.
They picked up on it recently somewhere — everywhere, really. The past few weeks, every shopping trip turned into long explanations as to why pumpkins, candy corn, and decorations were sold everywhere. As a nephilim, familiar only with a hunter’s life, they were having a hard time figuring out human’s customs to begin with. Holidays, they gathered, were rare and special. But Halloween in particular was confusing them greatly. As hunters they fought and killed monsters all year ‘round.
Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, those were all dangerous to humans. So why throw parties themed around them?
“Because it’s fun,” you had simply shrugged. And soon, Jack learned that you were right. It was fun. Dean throwing scary movie nights, Sam bringing in some candy because it was on sale, Castiel carving pumpkins to decorate the bunker with, and you introducing them to the wonderful concept of costumes.
“People dress up as monsters?” they asked with curiosity in their furrowed brows. You nodded enthusiastically, showing them some clips of make-up tutorials. “Can I try?”
The rest was history.
How the hell they managed to convince Dean to sit down and let them experiment with all sorts of colors and glitters was beyond you. Convincing Cas to sit still so you could paint some extra sets of eyes onto his face was surprisingly easy in comparison. He didn’t mind some harmless fun, after all. Especially when it thrilled Jack so much. Plus, his eyes lit up so prettily when you suggested a biblically accurate angel. But Dean? The guy was fighting his very instincts to smack the paint brush away from his scrunched up face, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
Jack was focused, face stern and eyes flickering back and forth between the tutorial on your phone and their canvas. For their first time face-painting someone, they were doing a fantastic job, really. It was Dean’s antics that made it so difficult.
“If you keep squirming like that, they might poke your eye out,” you chuckled teasingly, the movement of your mouth slightly hindered by the fake fangs you’d stuck to your teeth. “I mean it might save us some fake blood, but…”
Dean threw a glare in your direction, grumbling something under his breath. Luckily for you, he couldn’t curse you when Jack was occupied flicking brush strikes across his lips, mimicking bloodstained teeth. You were beginning to understand why Dean agreed to this. At least he got to choose to be a cool zombie, all bloodied and tough. You made a mental reminder to yourself to tease him about the accuracy — something about how zombies carried more brains in their filled bellies than in their skull.
“Alright, kiddo, ‘s enough,” Dean huffed after a couple more minutes, overstimulated by all the swiping and textures smeared across his skin. He sat up, grabbing his own phone and angling the selfie camera accordingly. Surprise flashed across his green-stained and splattered with red features. “Damn.”
Jack swallowed, blinking at the hunter expectantly.
“This is awesome,” Dean beamed, grin childlike and eyes filled with glee, though he quickly covered up his excitement by clearing his throat. “I mean, good job.”
Filled with pride at the praise, Jack smiled from one ear to another. It stretched the painted teeth on the corners of their lips even further.
After watching The Nightmare Before Christmas with everyone — you thought it was the best movie to introduce someone to the concept of both Halloween and Christmas, two birds with one stone, two holidays with one classic —, Jack insisted to dress up as Tim Burton’s infamous Pumpkin King, their name-twin. It was a simple enough design, so you fulfilled their wish to your best efforts. And they pulled off the Skellington look effortlessly.
You did some finishing touches on Castiel’s makeup, convincing him that it was less about literal accuracy and more about having fun with it. He did insist on getting the multiple rows of eyes on him at least being the right color, though.
“Are you guys about ready?” Sam’s voice echoed through the doorway, the hunter appearing seconds later in its frame. “Popcorn’s getting cold.”
Jack turned to him, scanning him from head to toe. “You’re not dressed up.”
Sam stiffened, crossing his arms in front of his chest. To his assessment — the messy painting palettes, various brushes, and an unholy amount of makeup wipes — he dodged a bullet by offering to prepare the Dean Cave for movie night. It was no secret that he didn’t care much about Halloween, though he did agree to celebrating for Jack’s sake.
“I’m good,” he attempted, his nervous words accompanied by a subtle twitch of his lips.
“It’s not a costume party without a costume, Sam,” you argued with a pout.
“C’mon guys, he looks plenty scary,” Dean teased, grinning at his brother. “What’re you s’pposed to be? L’Oréal model? Rapunzel gone Lumberjack?”
Sam rolled his eyes, but before he had the chance to retort anything, Jack’s eyes lit up, even more so in the hollow illusion of the black eyeshadow. “How about a princess costume?”
While he pinched the bridge of his nose, through which he exhaled deeply, you chuckled softly and decided to cut him some slack. You undid the clasp around your neck, pulling at the strings. Walking up to Sam with red, satin cloak in one hand, and brush in the other, you tilted your head.
“Nobody can escape the festive magic, Sammy,” you giggled, throwing the fabric around his shoulders. First you tied it securely around his neck, then you used it to pull him down a bit.
“Hold still, Dracula,” you mumbled, haphazardly drawing little bats on his cheekbones. Something simple, but effective. Enough to satisfy Jack and not too much to annoy Sam, though the cold paint drying against his skin was already starting to itch slightly.
“There!” you smiled, “Now we’re matching.”
“And ready to party,” Jack chimed in with a joyous nod.
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Éowyn drummed her fingers on the armrest of her chair. This was ridiculous. She was fine. Or mostly so. Sure she was still a bit shaky at times, and sure she still needed a cane if she wanted to walk further than it took to get to the family’s personal dining room, but that didn’t mean she was an invalid. She couldn’t turn around without someone being there, ready to see to her every need.
It was maddening. For years she’d been self-sufficient, relied on her wits and skills to survive, but everything was different now.
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“You know, I came through this way on our way to Weisshaupt that first time.”
Ysay looked at her sibling. They poked at the fire with a stick, not wanting to risk their magic this close to Kirkwall. The Warden armor might give them some levels of protection, but with what had happened in Kirkwall and the templars all loosing their fucking minds, it wasn’t worth the risk. It was risky enough that Asta had gotten her out of the city.
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Only Eddie sat at his desk; the rest of the office was eerily empty, and I didn’t like it. “Is it just us?”
“Yes,” Eddie said, leaning back in his chair. “The rest of the software developers quit.”
“And you decided to stay?” I said as I sat down.
“Honestly, I thought about looking for a new job, and I did put out my resume to some places,” he paused and smiled. “Then I told my dad about what happened and, well, he didn’t care. I don’t either. My parents moved to the US and worked super hard for me and my sister to get an education. Who cares if the CEO’s father did some questionable things? He didn’t, and as far as I’m concerned, he started with a clean slate.” He shrugged. “Besides, I like it here, and I’m making more money than I thought I would ever make.”
“Can’t argue with that...” I said. From the lobby, I saw Maya eyeing me through the glass doors.
I joined her as she shivered at the sight of the barren office. “Where did they go?” she said in hushed tones, unlike her usual loud self.
“Where did who go?” I asked, almost jokingly.
“Everyone! The engineering building is almost empty. Only four of us showed up today.”
“People are upset after finding out about Mr. Carrero’s past.” I crossed my arms in disappointment. “I knew people would resign, but I didn’t think it would be this many.”
“Oh good. You’re here.” Athena came pacing through the entrance. “There’s no one at the lab, and I thought they dismantled the department, or worse.”
“Well, of course I’m here,” said Maya. “Why would I quit? I get paid way too much.”
“What did your family say about all this?” I asked Athena. I was curious about everyone who decided to stay.
“They don’t know yet,” Athena replied. “I didn’t tell them. But they’ll likely find out when the papers hit the stands, and the articles make rounds around social media.” She sighed. “They’ll be upset, but I’m not leaving. This company is changing lives. I don’t care where the money comes from.”
We all paused when Ethan walked by while on the phone. His voice was calm, but I could hear vague tremors of frustration. He clenched and unclenched his fist as if restraining anger. I watched as he walked into my manager... former manager’s office and took a seat at the desk. I thought about it for a few seconds, and I really shouldn’t, but...
I looked at my friends and said, “I’m gonna go talk to him.”
