Summary: Youa re not as invincible as you thought you were
Warnings: Supernatural (and all that comes with it), monsters of all kinds, pyrokinesis, cursing, murder, child endangerment, impersonating of law enforcers, grave robbery, guns,
WARNING this chapter contains torture, blood, stabbings, heavy stuff, might miss some warnings
Wordcount: 4,9 k
Notes: Let’s get this party going. I’m trying to make the titles of the chapters… classic rock songs! heje
You took your time reaching Bobby’s, in fact, you had a few stops along the way…
“DO IT (Y/N)! DO IT!”, screamed Dean, swinging a old iron rod from the fireplace all over
You grabbed the old creepy doll and set on fire, it burned like paper, but Dean was pushed across the room
“IT DIDN’T WORK!”, you screamed, “AH!”, you couldn’t see it, but a big force pushed you and threw you over the room as well, crashing against an old closet with glass in its doors
It hurt, but you were fine, it still took your breath away anyways
“Dammit!”, you cursed.
“If it's not the freaking doll what is it?”, asked Dean, grabbing the Iron rod again, the man showed itself in front of Dean again, and he swung at it, making him disappear, “Dad?”, he asked
“I’m digging!”, he said through the phone
“We need to get out of here!”, you said, but the ghost had other plans as you were walking by a window, the son of a bitch pushed you through it. you landed heavily on the grass, trying to take a breath
“You alright?”, you heard Dean ask from the house
“Yes!”, you moaned, “just sick of being thrown around”, you whined, you saw John on the other side of the garden, where the creepy private cemetery stood, you ran towards him, took the shovel from him and started digging, faster, incredibly faster
“I’m going to help Dean!”, he said, running towards the house, his shotgun with salt cartridges in it. You stopped when you heard a noise, like something was amongst the trees, but no matter how much you tried to look, you couldn’t see anything. You heard gunshots from the house, so you didn’t care anymore, you digged until you found the coffin, and you ripped the door away, you finally found the bones of the patriarch of the family that had been brutally murdered, you searched in your person but you didn’t have a lighter, then you remembered that it was a force of habit because John insisted you do it too in case another person was lurking, but you had no time for that now. Flames flew out of your hand, setting the entire coffin and the skeleton inside it aflame.
“Yeah!”, you heard Dean mutter, you laughed, coming out of the hole you had dug yourself in. “That’s what I’m talking about”, it had been fun, these two interior designers had purchased the palace to renovate it, not scared at all by the history, and well, one had lost an arm because of a self-working saw, and… well… they were far gone by now but at least nobody else was going to be dismembered.
You heard again that sound from the woods, like someone or something, was lurking around, but again you saw nothing, it was probably the wind, it was getting chilly anyways.
The boys came out of the house, and you smiled widely at them
“You didn’t use the lighter!”, it’s the first thing John said, your owned
“I didn’t have it, it must have fallen when the ghost was throwing me around or something”, you said apologetically, he had a disapproving look on his face but he didn’t say anything else.
You ended up in the local bar next to the motel. Dean was talking and about to close the deal with the bartender, you you sat there, in a really uncomfortable silence with John, whose humor seemed to be in the gutter
Once you checked John wasn’t looking at you, you looked around to find who was making you feel watched, but you didn’t see anyone. Your instincts were heightened, but you tried to calm down, it was the high of the hunt, it had happened before.
“I’m going to bed”, you whispered, raising from the table, you drank the last of your beer, John only nodded. Your stomach turned when you saw him eyeing a woman in a leather jacket across the bar.
You walked alone back to the motel, you were exhausted, but again, you felt a looming presence behind you, but you turned and saw nothing. You kept walking, you heard footsteps, but there was nobody there. Done with it, in a second you were in front of the door of the motel. You entered, feeling spooked, but again, the high of the hunt was powerful, and ghosts particularly disturbed you, because you couldn’t fight back much, so, you took advantage of the fact that both boys were out, to take a long shower. That eased your nerves for a bit, you were still alone when you exited the bathroom.
Was John angry at you?
Why could he barely look at you?
But you appreciated the solitude, even though thinking about John and Dean “getting it” with some random women made your stomach crawl. You felt lonely, so you turned on the TV as you dried your hair.
You noticed that the blinds were a bit ajar, so you closed them completely, still feeling on edge.
You snuck onto the bed and even though it was a bit… unreliable, you did felt better, you cuddled within yourself, and focused on the soap opera that was playing on the TV. It was a classic one, you enjoyed it a lot. You let your mind wonder how life was going to be for you if you had a group of six friends and you lived in New York and you had a normal job.
You woke when you heard someone trying to open the door, but not like they forgot the key, that was the unmistakable sound of someone with stealing tools trying to open the door. You sat on the bed, you looked at your duffel on the floor, you lounged for it elegantly, and silently, in a second you had your knife in your hand, ready to launch at whoever was at the door, but the sound stopped, and you heard footsteps walking away. Then you heard someone else coming in, heavy boots, just by the sounds you immediately recognized John, you left your knife in the duffel, and hid back in the bed
If he didn’t see anyone, you probably imagined the whole thing up. You were still nervous.
You cuddled in the bed again, pretending to be asleep, John entered heavily, and by the pace on his steps you could tell that he drank… quite a lot. You felt his eyes on you, but you just kept your eyes closed, and your breathing even, you heard him sigh, and then he took out his clothes and landed on the other bed two feet from you.
“What a bunch of garbage”, you heard him mumble, and he turned off the TV.
The very next morning you woke up before everyone else, Dean was sleeping and snoring a bit, so you could tell that he had a few too, so to punish them you went to have breakfast at a waffle house all by yourself. Oh how you loved waffles
You had a waffle maker in your car, the only “homy” thing you owned, but never got to use it. You purchased the local newspaper, it was the best source of information to find new cases. But as you were walking, that feeling started again, and this time, when you turned inhumanly quickly, you could see a shadow hiding in the corner of the building
Maybe you weren’t imagining it after all.
It was all too much coincidence. And if anything you had learned in your line of work, is that coincidences didn’t exist.
So you kept walking to the waffle house, and you sat on a table in the corner by the window, which allowed you to see the whole dining room, and the outside too. You pretended to read the newspaper, well, you actually did, while you looked around. Whoever it was, it was good
Vamp? It was broad daylight, and it was fall but still, it was pretty sunny. Ghost? your car wasn’t moving… something else? You had come to realize, with experience, that you were never the first target of monsters, it was always Dean or John, they could sense that you weren’t a human, so, it was unlikely… Although Vamp did sound alright, they catch a scent and don’t let go, maybe it was vendetta for what happened a month ago when you returned.
But no matter how much you looked, you couldn’t find anybody looking suspiciously at you.
You wanted to believe that you weren’t losing your mind.
But when were you ever wrong? so far… so good…
You enjoyed your breakfast, trying to put everything in the back of your mind, nobody was going to hurt you in a diner, nobody was going to hurt you on the street, but still, you kept one eye open. It was the best breakfast you had in a while, you believed, they served whipped cream at the side with some berries and a good syrup.
So good you ordered two to go
And with the newspaper under your arm and the orders in your hand, you walked back to the motel
“Brought breakfast”, you announced, making sure you made a noisy entrance, both men were sitting in opposite beds, in their underwear…
“Early bird”, Dean was… popular with his bird puns
“Best waffles I had in a while”, you said happily
“Marry me”, he begged, you just stick your tongue out, “thank you baby”
You dropped your order on the small table and they went at it with gusto. While you thought about ways to tell them what you believed
Dean realized you wanted to tell them something in a second, looking at you and frowning
“I need to say something”, you clarified, both stopped eating and looked at you
“What?”, asked John
“What I’m gonna say…”, you started, rubbing your chin, between your thumb and index fingers, “... I just…”
“Do it”, encouraged Dean, his patience already going thin
“I think… I’m being hunted”, you said slowly
“WHAT?”, asked Dean, John just frowned, “wait, like… hunted… or haunted?”
“Hunted”, you confirmed, “I feel watched all the time and, last night I swear I heard someone trying to get into the room”
“It was dad”, said Dean, you shook your head
“It was before, this person tried to pick the lock, then he heard john and left, a hunter”
“How do you know is a hunter? maybe it's some creep”, said Dean, you shook your head
“I thought about it, I don’t know…”
“Maybe it is some creep”, said John, you shook your head again
“I think is better we apply some caution”, you said
“We are moving today”, muttered John
“I know”, you answered, “let's split for a while, move towns, I’ll do the behind the scenes research and I’ll get another room”
“You want to use yourself as bait?”, muttered Dean
“Yeah, why not?’, you said
“I don’t know… what if they manage to gank you?”, he said
“They won’t”, you said quickly
“Are you sure?”, asked John, and you nodded
“Go before me, I’ll join you”, yu said with certainty
“I won’t leave you alone”, muttered Dean
“What could ever happen to me?”, you asked lightly
He wasn’t convinced, he looked back at you when he was getting on the Impala, without you, but he did, you only nodded at him, knowing that everything was going to be alright.
You saw them leave, and then you returned to the room and grabbed your things, and then, you came back down towards your Firebird, when you touched the handle to open the door, something inside it burned your hand.
You hissed, checking your hand, it looked burned.
Iron
“What…?”, you felt a prick in your neck, when you took it out, it was like a dart, with poison on it… you took it out, it stung, but you didn't feel anything, it was a red liquid… you only had to smell it a bit to realize
“Dead man’s blood”, you whispered
But the next thing it came wasn’t a dart, it was a bullet…
In your dreams, you weren’t fighting against somebody, but rather… a something…. the first
You were floating, you weren’t conscious enough to do something about you just, were floating in space. But something kept you, a prick, in the back of your neck, between your scapulas, you knew…
You tried to expelled it
You felt like you couldn’t move with it there
You pushed against it, you used your hands, you wanted it out, this thing… this thing is tormenting you. you pushed and you pushed until you succeeded, alienating this… thing… this small metal thing away from the perfect blank space you had made for yourself
But when the thing was out, you couldn’t relax into the pleasure of the blank space you were swimming in, you couldn't….
You now had strings
Tieying you together, you couldn’t move…
Then you felt the restraint, against your hands, your legs, you couldn’t move.
You painfully came together, your eyelids were heavy
“Dean?”, it was the first thing that came to mind, the only one you wanted to be next to.
But he wasn’t there
The pain of the restraints crept over your arms and legs, and when you opened your eyes suddenly, you weren’t in a cozy motel room, you weren’t inside the impala, you weren’t with Dean or John
You stood alone
Tied to a chair, in an old, and by the looks of it, abandoned, warehouse
“Dean isn’t here”, you heard, you were already tired by the situation, by the fact you barely slept, by the whole of it. In front of you appeared a man, young, strong built, dark skin and crazy eyes really. He looked like a hunter, well, only one of them could have taken you down like that. You moved and you felt something falling from your head to the floor, a metallic sound, you peeked… It was the bullet
All of it was real
“What?”, you growl, wanting to get this over with. You tried to move, but then is when you realized… the stiffness of your muscles, and the burn of Iron in your wrists
“I’ve been following for a while”, he muttered
“You are Gordon, right?”, you asked, “you hunted with John weeks ago”, now you understood why he didn't let Dean and you join him
“Yeah, but he forgot to mention, he had a monstrosity with him”, you frowned
“What?”, you asked
“At first I thought you were a vamp, you are fast and strong, but no… you are something else”, you frowned, “mind control? Is that why you are with the Winchesters?”
“I haven’t controlled anyone, never in my life”, you said quickly, you squirmed, “let me go, and we can put this behind us’, you offered
“I eliminated a nest of vampires a while ago, they had pictures of you, of places you’ve been”, he continued, “they wanted to hunt you down, I had convinced myself…”
“Yeah, you look like you convince yourself of many things”, he frowned, he leaned in until your faces were on the same lever
“You were just a blood sucking traitor”
“Guess again”, you whispered. He seemed already angry. He seemed demented that’s what he looked like
“No demon, shapeshifter, or skin crawler…”
“Is this going to take long? I have places to be…”, you muttered, he smiled, and then he took out his knife, made of iron.
*WARNING, TORTURE
He pressed it against your cheek
You whined in pain when it burned
“Why?”, you asked
“I know what you are”, he muttered
“Do you?”, you asked back, “do you really?”
“Have my theories”, he said, “it took me a while, though”
“If you know what I am, you do realize, you are way all over your head”
“Who is in chains right now?”, he asked, you started panicked, you couldn’t break free, these weren’t those cuffs you could get out of if you dislocated your thumb, these were the ones that were thick, the size of your wrists, the old one
“Why are you doing this?”, you asked calmly, “I’ve never done anything to you”
“You are a monster”, he said, “you are a supernatural being, and I’m a hunter, I hunt supernatural beings, to clean this earth from you and your kind”
“I have never harmed a human being”, you said through gritted teeth, “I don’t feed on anything, or anyone…”
“It doesn’t matter”, he muttered, “you will eventually”, you then realized there was a table, full of objects and things that could harm all sorts of creatures, there was blood, silver, bullets, salt, all of it.
“You don’t know how to end me, do you?”, you asked, he only chuckled
“I have time, and I have means”, he said simply, he grabbed a silver knife, “would this do the trick?”, he asked, in a swift movement, he caressed you with it on your cheek, this knife did nothing, it tickled, you didn’t say it though, he then slice it, you tried not to wince, it still stung, but once the blade left your skin, it began healing, burning the wound away until there was nothing left.
“What about this?”, he grabbed the jar filled with dead man’s blood, and he made you swallow it.
You choked on it, the disgusting taste and smell making you wretch, but again it didn’t kill you
“That’s disgusting!”, you garbled, spitting all the blood you could away, “you are sick you know that?”, he did not seemed pleased
“I already know bullets don’t work”, he muttered, “for long”
“You shot me in the back of my head”, you said slowly, “you try to blood-board me, and you are knifing me up real nice…”, you said slowly, “let me go before there is no turning back”, you said angrily, and you didn’t meant for when you were dead, you meant until you get really, really angry.
“Iron works though”, he said, unimpressed. You squirmed when you saw the blade coming, he started near your shoulder, towards your neck, slicing your shirt, making your skin burn.
You stiffened a scream, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction, this guy was not only trying to do “the right thing” this dude was a psychopath
A phone, your phone, started ringing. Since you took that bullet to the moment you woke up again it had been a couple of hours, quite a few actually, the broken window allowed you to see it was already late afternoon.
“Ah look, it’s Winchester”, he said teasing you with your own phone, he picked up, “Hello John”, he said into the phone, he put it on speaker, “I’m with your girl here”
“Leave her alone Gordon”, he said, short and sweet, “you don’t want to do this”, Gordon only hummed
“I think I do, that’s my job John, getting rid of monsters”, he said, he was truly, insane
“She is not one of them”, he said firmly, “let her go Gordon, or I swear…”
“She is got you all wrapped up”, he said, unconvinced, he had his iron knife, he pressed it against your cheek and it burned like hell, but you tried to stifle the whine that wanted to come out, “I’m going to release you from her”, he said, “you will thank me”, he pressed the knife deeper, and then, with a single movement, he stabbed you on the side
You had never felt a pain like this before, you screamed, a gut wrenching shriek
You heard your name, John was screaming into the phone, desperately
“John”, you whined, “please”, he left the knife imbedded into your skin, so it wouldn’t heal
“You are tough to crack, I’ll give you that”, he said, cutting the line, “but you will die, one way or another…”
“TOUCH ME AGAIN… AND THEY’RE GONNA NEED A VACUUM CLEANER TO GRAB YOU FROM THE FLOOR!”, you threatened, “YOU PSYCHOTIC SON OF A BITCH”, you threatened
“Ah, there it is”, he said with a sick smile and those crazy eyes of his, “the monstrosity”
“FUCK YOU!”, you scream, blood coming out of your mouth, the blade in your side sending ripples of pain all through you, came and went in waves, and the pain was so sharp you were becoming dizzy. “AAAAHHHH!”, he cut you again above your collarbones, “you say you are doing a service, but you are enjoying this are you? wacko”, you cursed, he returned to the table.
“Are there more of you?”
“No”, another cut, making you whine, “Not that I know of!”, you said truthfully, but he wasn’t contented
He was at it for hours
Hours
He tried everything he had on the table, all things he could have used for other supernatural beings. Whatever he made you ingest didn’t work, whenever he cut you, you healed, the only thing that worked was Iron, but he seemed pleased with his little discoveries.
You eyed the long knives at the end of the table, he was working his way up.
Would you die? if he chopped your head off?
Could you grow another? You were sure it was going to take you a few days or weeks to do so, once, by accident, you had closed a door a bit too harshly and you trapped your own finger. It hurt like hell, but in a few hours, it had grown again, your finger seemed to melt, to burn, and soon it was healed again
Or from your head grows another body? that could take a month, you guessed…
The pain was really making you dizzy, when he turned he had some sort of dagger on his hand with blood on it
“This is John Winchester’s blood”, he muttered, “I know phoenixes mate for life…”
“So?”, you asked, “he isn’t my mate”, you said quickly
“I’m saving this for later”, he said, pleased with himself. You squirmed and moved, but you couldn’t release yourself, and now… you were breaking, now you were truly thinking he might have cracked the code. All creatures, no matter how “inmortal” they believed to be, had a way to go, this might be yours.
Your mind seemed to drift off of the scene, it felt heavy, it fell back, you looked up at the ceiling, but you couldn’t really see it. Images started bombarding your mind, so many, and in so quick succession, what remained was an image of the phoenix ring, then a truck, with a strange symbol on it, you saw a small city in Italy, then you saw John, then, it was you, arms wide open, you were burning and then it all felt blank
You were truly losing it, you believed
When you came back, leaning forwards, Gordon seemed to be even more angry
You felt the knife doing more damage, every time you moved, every time you took a breath. You wished you had paid attention in highschool, you would know what it's scratching inside of you.
Weirdly, the fact that the knife was still in you is what had allowed you not to die -or faint- for loss of blood, but it just seemed it was a slow way of torture.
You heard the tires of a car, breaking outside, he stopped in a second, looking scared
He took a gun out of the back of his pants, and ran towards the entrance, you couldn’t even keep your eyes open, blood dripped from your mouth, and… you drifted out a bit.
You heard gunshots, people screaming, exchanging insults, but everything was like you were underwater
That is when the shivers starting, you felt so weak, you were trembling
“(Y/N)!”, you must be daydreaming, because soon Dean was in front of you, grabbing you by the shoulders, “I can’t believe this!”, his voice seemed broken, “what happened?”, you shook your head, you could barely speak, “Why isn’t it healing?”, he asked, alarmed, looking at your cuts
“I-iron”, you managed to bumble, feeling a metallic taste in your mouth. He hissed when he saw the knife. Luckily for you, it was more like a dagger, short, anyways.
“You need to get to the hospital”, he said quickly, you shook your head, he looked back at the table, found the keys, ran back and uncuffed you
“(Y/N) I’m so sorry”, he whined
“It wasn’t your fault”, you whispered
He grabbed you gently, and took you out of the warehouse, the knife still sticking out of you
“How did you find me?”, you asked, but there was no answer
“Dad she is in bad shape”, said Dean, “Don’t know what to do”, you didn’t see Gordon anywhere, it was already dark, only the lights from the cars lighting up the scene
John came close to you, encased your face with his big hands, looking down at you.
“You're going to be fine doll”, he promised, “let’s take her to the hospital”, you whined a no, but John took you from Dean, and put you inside the Impala, Dean was driving your car right behind you.
“They’re gonna call the cops”, you manage to whisper
“No where we are taking you”, he said gently, he started driving crazy fast, you could tell he was trying to keep it cool, but you could see the white on his knuckles from gripping the wheel too hard
“John?”, you asked, as your vision became blurry, “I don’t feel well”
“Hang in there doll, alright? we are getting you some help”
“I’m gonna die or something”, you could feel your heart beating in your ears, strongly, and quickly. You closed your eyes
“No no no no”, he said quickly, “don’t you dare fall asleep on me doll”
“Sorry”, you mumbled, but you did. You fell asleep
When you came to your senses, it was because of an intense pain on your side. You whined weakly, trying to pull away
“They are patching you up doll”, muttered John, “stay still”
“It hurts, don’t touch me”
“How is she still alive?”, you heard someone ask
“Long story”
“She’ll need a blood transfusion”
“She doesn’t, just close that wound and clean the others”, said John firmly, but you didn’t listen anymore, you lost consciousness again.
They put you on a wheelchair to take you out of the hospital, your side hurt like hell, but you were already felt
“I’m sorry”, you mumbled, when Dean tried to put you in the Impala
“For what baby?”, he asked softly
“I’m sorry”, you said again
“You have nothing to be sorry for, alright?”, he closed the door gently and you heard them speaking
“Dad I don’t want to leave her”, muttered Dean
“You’’ll be right behind us Dean, don’t be a brat”.
You felt like you were turned into a pincushion, but, as the wounds were closed and bandaged, you felt your strength returning to you, your heart pumping more strongly, replenishing your blood inside of you.
But you were still shaking, like you were cold
John got inside the car, he didn’t start right away. He called your name, but you barely register it, you just looked ahead, your body shaken by spasms
Your body was begging to shut down, to give you a break, you felt so tired, you just wanted to rest, to forget, to sleep, to wake up in another time, yesterday, or a year from now.
“... And I’m sorry”, that caught your attention, you had to put the entirety of your body to work to turn to look at John
“What?”, you asked
“I shouldn’t have pushed you away, doll, because of me you got tortured”, you had lost a chunk of this… confession? he was throwing your way, but still, you didn’t have the mind to answer him
“It’s my fault”, you said simply, and you cuddled against the door.
“No it’s not”, he said severely, your breath was shaky, but he took it as a sign to start the car and start driving it.
When your reached the motel, you were strong enough to open the door and walk out by yourself
The room luckily was on the first floor, John seemed hesitant, but opened the door, you entered slowly
You climbed on the bed that was furthest from the entrance, and then you cuddled on yourself, in a fetal position. The boys entered the room right behind you, Dean was on you in a second
“Hey baby”, he said calmly, touching your shoulder, touching your face, you didn’t want anybody touching you, except for Dean, “talk to me”
“I just… need a minute”, you whimpered, you couldn’t stop shaking, you didn't understand why, your wounds were mostly healed, it was like the nerve damage never did, your body was spasming, like in the heat of the pain.
He climbed on the bed behind
“Is this alright?”, he asked, you nodded, and he hugged you tightly
Pairing; Loki X Female Reader (Minor physical descriptions of reader that are plot based and changeable, e.g - Hair length/style. No mention of skin colour/race/ethnicity)
Warnings: 18 + Only! Loki, references to mental health issues, blood and gore, pain and suffering, past child abuse, swearing, nudity. Strong trigger Warnings for the past child abuse - emotional and physical! (please be careful and keep safe 💖)
Blurb:
Eons ago, before the birth of Thor, before the war with the Frost giants; Asgard fought another threat. The Phoenix Fire. Born of flame and tragedy, Phoenix’s were deemed too dangerous and too powerful. Some even said that it was Phoenix Fire that lit the flames of Hel. And so, all the sorcerers of Asgard came together to rid the universe of the chaotic threat. There has never been another Phoenix since.
Until now…
All your life there had been one constant. Pain. Until him, until Loki. When Loki finds you, you’re caged and chained, your spirit broken. The God of Mischief sets you free and encourages you to spread your wings. As he reminds you, he is also the God of Chaos, and when a creature of fire and legend collides with a Prince of Magic and Frost; chaos is exactly what happens. But there’s more to the Legends than even Loki realises, and by the time he discovers the truth about Phoenix’s, it may be too late.
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Chapter One - Unchained
Chapter Two - The Church Of Loki
Chapter Three - Stained
Chapter Four - The First Fire Always Burns The Hottest
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Imagine having feelings for Jean, but they’re unrequited. (Part Two)
@tybg400 requested: “when Jean and Scott separate, she goes to the reader for comfort but gets jealous when she sees them in a relationship. She tries to tell the reader that Emma is using him which ends with them fighting for the reader. Later when the reader has mastered his abilities, he becomes possessed by the Phoenix force, Jean and emma put their differences aside and help get the reader back with the x-men. After they get him back, they both realize they both love him equally, so they both share him.(2/2)”
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This is part two of two. It is kinda long so sorry about that.
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Y/n got to see Emma again after their first meeting. It turned out she was looking for a teaching job as she had just joined the X-Men. Needing a new assistant, y/n offered her to help teach temporarily in his class until her own was set up. Emma instantly accepted.
In a few months both had grown closer together. Emma did eventually receive her own classroom, but when she and y/n had a break they would spend time together. Finally y/n asked Emma if she would like to start dating. She said yes.
Tonight y/n was in his classroom with Emma, both grading their students papers and chatting. A knock at the door drew y/n’s attention, and he answered it to find Jean Grey.
“Hey stranger! How’ve you been?” Noticing her puffy red eyes, y/n’s expression instantly became concerned. “Have you been crying?” Jean nodded and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Me and Scott, we broke up.”
“Jean, that’s awful! Here, come sit down. I have coffee.” Y/n let Jean in and starting clearing a seat for her. Emma look surprised at the newcomer.
“Hello, who’s this?” Y/n mentally hit himself on the head. In the time he had been dating Emma, he had never introduced her to Jean.
“Emma, this is Jean. She’s an old friend of mine. Jean, this is my girlfriend Emma.” Emma smiled and held out her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you Emma.” Jean shook her hand and smiled back. Internally, she was shocked. Y/n had never told her about a girlfriend!
“And you as well. Are you alright? Do you need a drink?” The voice startled Jean out of her thoughts.
“That would be nice, thanks.” Y/n checked the coffee pot and frowned a little.
“Here, I’ll go grab some coffee. Be back in a second!” With that, Emma and Jean were left alone in the classroom.
“So, how long have you and y/n been together?” Emma picked up a pen and started twirling it around her fingers.
“Not very long, only a few weeks. But he was the first person I met when I came here a couple of months ago.” Jean tried to hide her surprise. A couple of months? How had she not met this woman?
“Wow. How are you liking it here?” Emma stopped twirling the pen and started to mark off the paper in front of her.
“It’s nice here. Though I do admit the students are much more...zealous in their use of their abilities than at the last school I taught at.” Emma smiled and set her pen down, leaning towards Jean and resting her chin in her hand. “I do have to wonder, how do you know y/n? He said that you two were old friends.”
“Oh, nothing too interesting. I was his tutor for a while until he had control of his powers.”
“You must have been a good tutor. He has excellent control when it comes to his telekinesis.” Jean was about to speak when y/n came back in the room.
“Sorry it took so long, one student was trying to stick things in between dimensions. I’ll have to tell Logan he’ll need a new mug.” He laughed and busied himself with making coffee, and soon had three mugs for them all. Jean left soon after with a small twinge of jealousy at how at ease Emma and y/n were around each other.
<—>
A few weeks later, and Jean was jogging to catch up with y/n as he walked down the hall.
“Y/n!” At the sound of his voice, y/n turned and found Jean weaving her way through the crowd.
“Hey! What’s up?”
“Do you think we could talk? In private please?” Y/n’s eyebrows raised, but he didn’t deny Jean’s request.
“Um, yeah, let me just unlock the door here and...” Y/n opened his classroom door and ushered Jean inside, partially closing it behind him. He didn’t have another class anytime soon so they should be able to speak privately. “Alright. What did you need to talk with me about?”
“Y/n, I don’t think Emma cares about you.” Y/n took a step back in surprise, grabbing the edge of his desk.
“What?” Jean rubbed the back of her neck and continued to speak.
“I’ve seen her flirting with other men. I think she’s just using you to distract herself.” Shaking off his shock, y/n crossed his arms and shook his head.
“Jean, I know you mean well but you know that I can’t just take what you’re saying without proof.” Jean gave y/n an incredulous look.
“Do you really think you can catch her in the act? No offense y/n, but you tend to let down your mental guard around Emma.”
“I don’t think she’s cheating on me. I trust Emma.”
“Thank you darling.” The voice caused y/n and Jean to turn towards the doorway, where Emma was leaning against the frame.
“Emma! I didn’t hear you there.” Emma walked over and gave y/n a kiss on the cheek.
“I didn’t want to move after I heard my name. And I’m rather glad I didn’t.” She turned to Jean now. “How could you accuse me of cheating? You have no proof!” Jean scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Please. I’ve seen how you hang off of the other men. You’re practically shoving them onto you.” Emma gasped and her lips curled into a snarl. Meanwhile y/n was trying to figure out what exactly was happening.
“Jean—” Emma cut him off and glared at Jean.
“How dare you? At least I don’t follow people around like a lost puppy because my boyfriend broke up with me!” Jean opened her mouth in surprise.
“Emma—” Once more he was interrupted before he could speak.
“Excuse me?!?!” Jean would have said more but she was stopped before she had a chance.
“ENOUGH!!!” Both women looked at y/n in surprise. “Both if you need to calm down. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you two, but you need to figure it out.” Emma reaches for him.
“Y/n, wait—” He held up a hand to stop her.
“No. This is something you two need to figure out by yourselves. I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you later.” The two women were left alone in the classroom, and y/n took a walk outside. He wasn’t watching his surroundings and didn’t have time to react when the club connected to the back of his head with a loud CRACK.
<—>
Waking up with a groan, y/n rubbed his forehead to soothe the pounding in his head.
That is, he tried. The tug of metal on his wrists caused his eyes to shoot open. Y/n didn’t recognize his surroundings, a large circular room with what he assumed was some sort of altar in the middle. An altar he was chained down on.
“Great. Now I’m going to have my heart cut out or something. Can today get any worse?” A sinister chuckle came from the darkness.
“Oh, I’m afraid it can. Are the preparations made?” Several people in robes appeared from seemingly nowhere, each taking a place in a circle surrounding the altar. Two approached where y/n was chained and began double checking the restraints.
“Who are you people? Where am I?” The woman finished her inspection and nodded to her cohort.
“Everything is ready. Soon the Phoenix will be ours.” Y/n’s insides froze when he heard her. Why would they want Phoenix? Last time he heard it was far from Earth.
“Wait, you want to summon Phoenix? Are you insane?!?!” The cloaked male waved a hand towards y/n.
“Gag him and let’s begin.” The woman pulled a strip of cloth from her robe and stepped towards y/n.
“Get off of—mmph! Mpmhpm!” Y/n thrashed as the woman stepped away. He wasn’t able to force the gag out of his mouth.
“Amazing how even an omega level mutant can be restrained by some chains and a suppression collar.” The cloaked figure took his place in the circle with the others. They all raised their hands and began to chant, and y/n hoped that nothing would happen.
There was a bright flash of light and a wave of heat. Y/n screamed as he felt his mind being invaded by something else. He screamed until his voice gave out and his body went limp.
When his eyes opened, they were a bright blazing gold.
<—>
The mansion was in a state of emergency. Any and all X-men were being called to fight. Half of them were out dealing with an emergency with the Avengers (something about aliens off world?), so it was all hands on deck. Jean had just finished suiting up when she caught up to Hank.
“What’s going on?” Hank shook his head and headed to the Blackbird, the high-tech jet the X-men used to travel.
“Emergency. Something is terrorizing the city. People are dying.” Jean nodded and kept pace with the furry blue mutant.
“I’m going.” Hank stopped and blocked Jean from going any further.
“Jean, no.” Jean blinked in surprise, but kept trying to get past Hank.
“Why not?!”
“It’s...we think it’s Phoenix.” Jean froze. Phoenix? No, it couldn’t be. She had personally seen to it that it had been chased off.
“What? That’s impossible! It ran away into space!” Hank shrugged and started making his way down the hall again, in too much of a rush to hold off the telepath.
“Well it’s kinda hard to deny when there’s news footage of proof!”
“I’m going. You might need a telepath.” Emma stepped out from another hall and started to follow Hank and Jean down the hall.
“I’m going too.” Jean whirled around with a glare on her face.
“Hell no!” Emma frowned and crossed her arms in front of her.
“Ms. Grey, I understand we have our disagreements but we both can agree that the safety of people is something we must put aside our differences for.” Jean huffed, but she concluded what Emma said was true. Helping others came first, fighting each other could come later.
“Fine. But afterwards we’re going to talk.” Emma nodded.
“Deal.” The two women ran for the Blackbird, and soon they along with the rest of the X-men were flying off towards whatever was wreaking havoc on the city.
When they arrived, the X-men split up. Emma and Jean were the ones that discovered who was attacking people. But they didn’t want to believe their eyes.
<—>
Phoenix smiled as he looked out on the destruction he had caused. Not two hours ago he was screaming his head off, now he was tearing apart city blocks!
Of course, it wasn’t entirely him that was doing it. If the cosmic entity hadn’t decided he was a good host, he would have been killed. But he was compatible, and now there were several less mutant hate groups. Phoenix couldn’t stand those who fancied themselves better than others.
“Y/n?” Phoenix turned towards the sound of his—or rather, his hosts’—name. There was a blonde haired woman on the ground, hands raised as if she was going to fight him.
“What happened to you?” Oh, that was a voice Phoenix recognized. The red haired woman, Jean, had a horrified expression on her face. Good. That’s what she deserved for sending Phoenix back into space.
“What happened? I’m more myself than I’ve been in years!” The blonde—Emma, his mind supplied—took a step towards him.
“This isn’t you y/n, you’re killing people!” A frown crossed Phoenix’s face.
“And? It’s not like they don’t deserve it. They’ve killed plenty of mutants in their ‘crusade’ for humanity! They all deserve to die.” Jean shook her head.
“They’re scared and confused! They don’t know how to—” Phoenix cut her off before her spiel could get going.
“They don’t know? They have all of history to look back on! At what point was genocide ever a good thing?!?!”
“Y/n...you need to stop this. You’re being manipulated by—” Phoenix cackled and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.
“Manipulated? Is that your excuse for everything you don’t like, Jean? Or are you so desperate to play host to me again? Or perhaps it’s just the body that you want? Jealousy is unbecoming, you know.” Jean grit her teeth and raised her hands, two cars beginning to float in the air.
“Let y/n go Phoenix. Before I make you regret using him.” Phoenix gave the redhead a wicked grin.
“Not a chance. He’s better than you ever were.” Emma spoke now, her eyes hard and unforgiving.
“Ms. Grey, I believe the time for talking is done. Shall we remove this parasite from y/n?” Jean nodded in agreement.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Emma took on her diamond skin and threw herself at Phoenix while Jean distracted him by throwing whatever she could with her telepathy.
Phoenix dodged several objects, but he couldn’t avoid all of them, and once he recovered Emma was hitting him with all the force she had (which packed quite a punch with her diamond skin) while Jean was causing the ground around him to break apart. Phoenix was having trouble dealing with both women, and Emma found her opening. She removed the diamond skin and called out to her ally.
“Jean, now!” The two telepathic women unleashed a wave of psychic energy on Phoenix. Unable to withstand their combined power, Phoenix let out an inhuman screech before a flash of light blinded everyone.
The dust cleared, and y/n was unconscious on the ground. Emma and Jean ran to him, kneeling at his side.
“Y/n? Y/n, wake up dammit!” Emma slapped his cheek a few times with no response from y/n. It seemed like he was barely breathing.
“Please y/n, open your eyes.” Jean took his hand and tried to read his mind. She couldn’t get a read. A sharp gasp rose from y/n, and he raised a hand to his forehead.
“...Fuck, my head.” Y/n’s eyes opened, revealing his normal y/e/c eyes. Jean and Emma let out sighs of relief.
“Your okay!” Jean hugged y/n tightly and Emma smiled. Then smacked his arm.
“Don’t ever scare us like that again!” Y/n rubbed his arm and looked around in confusion.
“What happened here? Last thing I remember was some kind of cult, and...” Y/n’s eyes widened and he looked around quickly. “Phoenix! They said they wanted to bring it back to Earth. We—”
“We took care of it. Phoenix is gone now.”
“...Okaaay. Can you tell me how?”
“Later. You should probably see a doctor.”
“Right. Are you two...?” Emma and Jean shared a private telepathic conversation, and turned back to y/n.
“We’ve decided that since we both love you, it would make sense for us to both date you.” Y/n blinked in surprise.
“That was...not what I expected you two to decide when talking, but if you’re both sure, I’m glad you’re not fighting now.” Jean and Emma laughed, and helped y/n to his feet.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
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For monster month I'd like to request either hc or scenario about when Genji got almost killed by Hanzo but then Genji's lover (reader) rushes right in the scene and then reveals that they are actually ancient Phoenix by healing Genji's injuries (either by tears or something else) and then turning into huge angry flaming bird to wreck Hanzo up for almost killing Genji. (would probably be interesting with 76 and Reaper during the fall too but I love Genji so much so I had to ask him first <3)
a/n: here you go anon!
When everything started to get cold, Genji warmed up again. His breathing no longer shaky, and his vision no longer had those little black spots filling it. Brilliant flames danced around your body, your head dipped low, tears trailing down your face to fall onto his skin.
You looked beautiful, stunning and absolutely amazing. Running his fingers across your damp cheeks, that little smile that he loved appeared on your lips, a sweet murmuring of his name and a kiss that made him feel even warmer. With a hum Genji allowed himself to drift off into the warmth and comfort you offered him.
One that you are happy that he took, turning to face Hanzo, a righteous burning fury in your eyes glaring at the killer of your boyfriend, at the one who slew his own brother. Stabbing him in the back due to some silly mortal game that he played into.
Raising your hand, you separated yourself, Genji and Hanzo from one another with a wall of flames. You itched to hurt him, to return the pain he caused Genji tenfold, but you could already see the broken and self-hating look take root in his eyes and heart.
The sharp cry that left the archers lips was satisfactory as you stole his legs from him, cauterizing the wound as a small mercy for him so he wouldn’t bleed out. You wanted him to hurt, to suffer and this, this was good enough for now.
Summary: You meet Sam and Cas after saving Dean but there is a misunderstanding
Author’s Note
So @lexi-anastasia I said I would write another chapter and I did. Sorry it took so long, I need to come up with some good idea for a mini series and I got some early today, so look forward to more Phoenix! Reader X Dean.
Part One
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You made eye contacted with Dean again as you drive him back to his car.
But that was more important that taking him to the hosptile or find Sam to tell him that he is okay.
“What did that hit me with?” he moaned which caused you to roll your eye at the drama queen in the back seat.
“Quin’s Bar, right?” you said as you pulling into the bar’s parking lot with your stolen car from the killer’s den.
“Yea.” he said “I think I’m getting felting back in my legs now.”
“Haha, Winchester.” you said in a deadpan tone “You are driving your car after being drugged by a group of female psycho killers. I will-”
Just the a shot hit the window of the car causing you to duck as it just miss you.
“What the hell!” you yelled as you pull the gun out of the glove box and braked the car.
“What going on?” Dean said. You looked over your shoulder to see the legendary hunter face first on the ground of the backseat still not able to move any part of his body.
“We are doing attack.” you said cocking you hand gun “Don’t move.”
“Hahaha.” he said in a dead pan voice “Super funny.”
You roll your eyes and kick off the driver’s door and hop out of the car to face your attackers. You point your gun forwards expecting to see who was shooting the front window but no one was there.
You made the mistake of relaxing a bit, when you saw there was no one.
Someone came from behind you and covered your mouth.
You were screaming not to alert Dean that she was being attack but because the person’s touch physical hurt her.
It was a burning feeling and you wanted nothing more than for it to stop.
“I got him.” someone said “We can go.”
You vision was blurred and it was painful but you knew that whoever it was had Dean and he need your help. Your knees give out and the person let you fall.
Their mistake.
You lit up your hand and grab blindly behind you connecting with something. Channeling all of your pain through your fist and lit the person up. You heard a scream and let go, leaving that person with a coat that was now on fire . Turning around you faced the second person, who was trying to get Dean to stand.
“Come on, Dean.” he said “We need to go.”
The voice seemed familiar.
“Sam, calm down.” Dean said “She saved me from people that kidnapped me.”
Sam?
What that means . . .
“Castiel!” you turned around and ran after the angel that was on fire.
“Stop chasing me!” he said as he ran and tried to put out the fire. You corner him and started to pat out the fires but Castiel touched you and you could feel his grace setting you skin on fire.You screamed and you heard Dean yell something. The pain stop.
You felt rough hands touch your face as you tried to clear your thoughts and dismiss the pain that the angel have given you.
“Y/N?” Dean said “Come on say something!”
“Something.” you croaked out.
“Thank, God you are okay!” he said putting his forehead to yours “Don’t scare me like that after I just found you again.”
“I takes more that a pissed off angel to kill a Phoenix, Dean.” you said with a smile.
“Can someone tell me want is going on here?” Sam asked.
Imagine being a rare supernatural, and Peter wants you in his pack.
Anon requested: “May I please request a Peter Hale x male reader story where reader is a rare and powerful supernatural creature Peter wants in his pack”
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“I’m sorry, you’re a what?” The disbelief in Peter’s tone made y/n sigh. Out of all the members of the Beacon Hills pack, he would have expected that Peter would believe him. Sure his kind were rare, but that didn’t mean they were extinct!
“A phoenix. And here I thought you were the one who paid attention.” The werewolf shook his head. Of course he was paying attention, but what y/n claimed was impossible.
“Phoenixes don’t exist. Their an actual myth, like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster.”
Y/n raised his hands and gestured to himself. “Well I’m standing here right now.” Sure he hadn’t done anything to prove he was the firebird, but Peter has never shown y/n his werewolf side. That didn’t mean he didn’t believe Peter.
Peter crossed his arms over his chest. “That doesn’t prove anything.”
Y/n threw his hands up in the air. “So what do you want me to do? Incinerate someone with a touch?”
“I want you to tell me what you really are! A phoenix is an immortal bird that has fire powers. You’re a man!” Was he really so stubborn? Now y/n just wanted to show him up.
“Fine. Follow me outside.” Peter and y/n walked outside, headed for a wide open space. After making sure that no one was around, y/n took a deep breath and held his arms out to his sides. It took Peter a moment to see the smoke beginning to rise up from y/n. The moment he noticed it, y/n burst into flames.
“Holy—!” The flames moved in around y/n, and soon he was lost in the fiery vortex. Suddenly the fire died out and where y/n had been was a magnificent bird, feathers shining in various hues of red and gold. The bird flapped it’s wings and took off into the night sky, flames trailing behind where it flew.
Peter watched the firebird. “You really are a phoenix.” He said under his breath. This changed quite a bit. He needed y/n in his pack now.
Who else could claim that their pack had a legendary immortal bird?
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