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Hallowtober 2024 Day 18

Redeem Me

Summary: Hallowtober 2024 Day 18. Set during Rtte. Hiccup tries to kill Dagur, thinking he hurt Toothless. All Dagur meant to do was defend himself.

Warnings: Potential Major Character Death

Rating: Mature

Genre: Whump

Dead Dove: No

Words: 541

Prompt: Head Trauma

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Dagur

Whumpee: Hiccup, Dagur

Whumper: Hiccup, Dagur

Caretaker: /

Pairing: /

Author’s Notes: Enjoy!

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Redeem Me

Samayel

Chapters: 69/69 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Original Male Character(s), Severus Snape, Portrait Albus Dumbledore, John Dawlish, Rodolphus Lestrange, Walden Macnair Additional Tags: Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Horror, Romance, Drama, Profanity, Implied/Referenced Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Rape/Non-con Elements, Bottom Draco, Dark Harry, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Prostitution, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse

Summary:

Two years after the events of Harry’s sixth year at Hogwart’s, Draco stumbles back into his life. Harry is a bitter and vengeful young man, Draco is a walking wreck…and who is helping who? (Explicit rating is for later chapters. This fic is HBP compliant with only very small adjustments to suit this plot.) OOC- is for semiDark!Harry.

Excerpt:

Harry woke early as always, eyes fluttering open and consciousness coming to him quickly. Consciousness regarding his surroundings. His warm surroundings. His unusually warm, pajama-clad, soft, blond surroundings.

Draco had curled very close during the night. His left arm was flopped across Harry’s chest, and the rest of his body was pressed flush against Harry’s left side, except for Draco’s left leg, which was almost across Harry‘s lap. Draco’s head was tucked into a corner of Harry’s left arm, and soft, even breaths brushed against his ribs when Draco exhaled. All of these things suddenly became real to Harry, and all of them were good.

The erection pressing into his left thigh was somewhat more problematic. Especially since it rather closely matched his own situation, which was reaching epic proportions and tenting the sheets above him, threatening to pulse its way right through the material of his pajamas. This was not to say that he didn’t entertain ideas about situations like this…he did…but they weren’t supposed to happen this soon, and Draco was supposed to be completely healthy and able to cope with it, and there was supposed to be candles…and music…and flowers…and maybe some wine. This was a little more reality than Harry could handle at this time of morning.

He hadn’t spent a lifetime fantasizing about particulars…he’d kind of been content with more general notions. The actual physical mechanics still unsettled him. To be specific, the fact that Draco’s erect penis was throbbing against his thigh was unsettling him terribly, whether he liked the idea or not.

‘Think, Harry! How do you gracefully get out of this, without a weird scene. Draco would be mortified if he woke up like this…never mind him noticing that I’m about to blast through my pajamas. This is great! Some poof I’ll make if I can’t handle a hard-on next to me! I’ve got to make this go down…at least then he won’t freak out too much. Concentrate on horrible things. Horrible, hideous things. Argus Filch doing a glossy color spread for Wicked Witch Weekly, in a pink thong, and smiling!’

His erection quickly flagged and Harry exhaled softly with relief. Then he looked at Draco’s face, peacefully slumbering beside him.

‘He’s so beautiful. Look at him. He looks so content…so at peace. He deserves that, after all that he’s been through. It would be nice, wouldn’t it…seeing him like this every morning. I never knew his eyelashes were so fine. I don’t think I even noticed that his eyebrows were just a little darker than his hair…until now. His nose is perfect…it looks so…noble. His lips…’

The erection was back in full force.

‘Great. I’m a moron. Now I have to think about Filch all over again! Damn it!’

Eventually, Harry’s rampant prick was back under control, and he managed to whisper a few words to Draco, who woke easily enough, being nearly as light a sleeper as Harry. For a remarkably pale person, it seemed impossible for Draco to sustain such a crimson blush for so long, but he managed it anyway.

Harry acted as though nothing had been out of sorts, launching into an impromptu workout on the floor, doing his morning standard hundred sit-ups while Draco hastily stammered out his intention to use the shower, and then fled from the room with towel in hand, looking completely mortified.

Draco made his way to the shower with all due haste, thanking the heavens for the small mercy of not finding himself sticky and sated by Harry‘s warm thigh…instead of just painfully erect and nearly sprawled across Harry’s body. The shower quickly began to steam as the heat kicked in, and Draco peeled away his pajamas and slid inside, letting warmth and comfort ease away the tension that was eating away at him.

’Oh, sweet fucking Merlin! I can’t believe that just happened. It didn’t. It was a dream. I woke up and it’s over. There is no way I just woke up practically humping Harry’s leg like an alley cat in heat! Didn’t happen, didn’t happen, didn’t happen!’

Draco rested his head against the cool tiles of the wall, and took a few deep breaths while the water rolled down his back. His penis hadn’t shifted gears at all. It was still stiff and waiting, demanding relief as soon as he acknowledged its presence.

’Who am I even kidding? It happened. Harry was sweet and let me off the hook for it, but I was just that close to coming all over myself…and his leg…and we both know it. I’ve got to switch to wanking before bed. One more goodnight kiss like that one and I’ll wake up glued to him by my own spunk. I am sooo not letting that happen. That settles it. I’m only wanking in the shower before bed…from now on.’

Draco’s cock twitched almost involuntarily, pulsing with need.

’Right after this.’

꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡

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Redeem Me - Part 1

Pairings/Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, brief mention of Bobby

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood and violence

Word count: 1583

Part 1/?

A/N: This is a request by @karlilarki - (I thought of a supernatural fanfic that would be interesting, but I don't write spn... Any chance you would want to? The premise is simple, Sam & Dean exorcise a demon from a woman like they did Meg, but the woman lives. To make up for the wrongs she committed, she joins them as hunters...? Maybe eventually pair her with one of the brothers? Please? 😂 😘) - This will be a series, I’m not sure how long. I guess it will stop when I feel satisfied with the story. Enjoy!

Part 2

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The last thing I remember was a glimpse of two very tall, broad men and black smoke. Everything after that is blank aside from some spotty images of my hands cutting into innocent strangers. It was spotty like that for a long time, until I found myself tied to a chair in the middle of a cluttered room in an unfamiliar house.

The shorter Winchester, whom I now know as Dean, was pacing a few feet in front of me. Sam was stalking around my possessed body with a book in hand that he started chanting words in Latin from. The demon inside of me shrieked, but it came out of my lips and my body was involuntarily thrashing around. I could hear the demon’s screams growing louder and louder in my head, but I was becoming less fuzzy. While my self-awareness began to return, I realized there was excruciating pain shooting up every nerve of my body. Suddenly, the shrieking wasn’t only the demon struggling to hang onto me and I think Dean could tell because he winced and turned away.

“Audi nos!” Sam shouted and I felt the demon being ripped from my body in the form of black smoke by an invisible force.

Then the smoke went up in flames at my feet, my screams were replaced by a peaceful silence for a brief moment.

My head lolled and my vision began fading as the pain throughout my body grew stronger. I could faintly hear the boys talking to me while I think they worked to untie me before the pain consumed my consciousness.

I woke up lying on the floor near the chair I was just tied up in, groaning weakly. Sam was leaning over me telling me it would be okay over and over again while I could see Dean and an older, angry looking man frantically yelling about something on the phone. It was hard to focus on anything while my vision became fuzzier and fuzzier. I’m bleeding, I think. I tried to move my arm to wipe the warm blood from my cheek, but it wouldn’t obey and I cried out in pain, startling Sam.

“Don’t move,” he said gently. I couldn’t hear him that well anymore as consciousness slipped away with each passing second.

The last thing I saw before I cut out again was Dean struggling to pull Sam away as paramedics rushed to my side.

And that was it.

I came to, very disoriented and groggy. My entire body hurt like I had been sandwiched between two semi-trucks and my head was pounding. I winced both at the bright light shining through the window and the pain that even the small task of swallowing caused. Then, I noticed Sam, asleep in a small chair next to the bed. I wonder how long he’d been there… or how long I’d been out.

I sighed quietly, inspecting all the wires and tubes connected to different parts of my body and Sam’s eyes fluttered open. I watched him rub the sleep from them and they grew wide as they caught mine and I conjured a weak smile. Relief washed his face with a smile as he instinctively reached for me, but he consciously stopped himself.

“Hi,” he breathed.

“Hey,” I croaked softly.

“Oh, uh I'll-I’ll go get a nurse.”

I watched him rush off to find a nurse and bring her back to check on me.

Apparently, I’d been out for almost three weeks. All the nurses and doctors were surprised that I even pulled through. They said I had suffered a lot of major injuries and that it would take months to recover, maybe even years, but it was a miracle I had even survived them, not to mention that I woke up.

The nurse gave me a once over to assess my condition and dose me up some painkillers, which I was very grateful for. It only took about 20 minutes, then she left saying she’d be back in a while to check on me again. The entire time, Sam had stood in a corner out of the way with a concerned, focused expression and crossed arms, hanging on every word the nurse said, but for completely different reasons than one would think. The moment she left, everything about Sam changed. His features became softer and he cautiously approached his chair again.

“You should ask for a more comfortable chair if you’re gonna live by my side,” I mumbled, my eyes fluttering. It was only 20 minutes, but I was tired out nonetheless.

“Oh, I uh..” he mindlessly ran his fingers through his hair,” I haven’t been here the whole time.”

“He’s right,” another voice interrupted, deeper and gruffer than Sam’s. It was Dean. “He’s left to go to the bathroom at least once a day,” he mocked.

Sam cleared his throat loudly, clearly irritated by his brother’s joking, but it made me chuckle weakly.

“Sam, you should go home and get some rest. I’m okay, neither of you boys really need to stay here.”

“C’mon Y/N, we can’t just leave you here after what we did to you,” Sam said, sitting back down in his chair.

“No, really, I’m okay. As soon as they release me, I’m going back home and we can pretend none of this ever happened. We’ll never have to see each other again, I want you both to go.”

Dean shrugged at Sam and Sam clenched his jaw at Dean, it was almost like they were having a conversation consisting solely of facial expressions.

“I’ll wait in the car,” Dean spoke softly, turning to me,“take care of yourself, Y/N.”

I shot him a small smile, glancing at Sam after Dean disappeared.

“Call us if you ever need anything,” Sam tried to smile, pressing a piece of folded paper to my palm and squeezing my hand gently.

Then, they were gone, and it was better this way.

I was kept in the hospital about a month after I woke up that day, just to make sure everything was healing correctly and no surprise issues showed up. After I was released, I found my way back to my small hometown of Reno, Nevada. All I wanted was to get back to my family, but it never occurred to me that I might not have anything to come back to. My house was no longer my house and my family was no longer a family.

After the injuries I suffered, and the new hair-do that demon bitch gave me, I was barely recognizable. Not to mention, I had been gone for a year and a half, no one would expect to see me, I was deemed dead. So, I asked around and what I found was exactly what I was afraid I would find. After I disappeared, my sister killed herself which caused my parents to divorce. My mother had moved to Washington to start a new family, my father turned into a drunk, and I was left with nothing. It seemed like I found less than I started with and I had no idea what to do, so I got in my car and started driving.

I drove at night and slept the through the day, whether it was at a shady motel I found along the way or just parking my car somewhere and sleeping the daylight away. I went on like this for nearly two months. Being possessed had come with a few perks, like picking up on credit card fraud and hustling pool. So, I always had more than enough money, but something about this new life I was living felt cold and empty. I would hop through town after town, meeting and leaving people each time. It was all fine and dandy, or at least it seemed that way from the outside.

Starting out, I didn’t use to sleep through the day and burn rubber while it was dark. I’m not sure if it was the darkness itself or just the mindset I lived in at night that brought on the unbearable nightmares. Sleeping during the daytime didn’t ward them away, but they became easier to handle. At least when I was jolted awake by the images of my bloodied hands strangling an innocent stranger in the darkness of his own home, I would open my eyes to light and that was the only comfort I’d ever known from the dreams that now haunted me.

I decided after almost seven weeks that I couldn’t do it anymore. I had seen everything that was worth seeing and had had more time to think, process, and grieve than I’d ever wanted. I was going crazy and I couldn’t shake these nightmares. I had tried and tried to figure out why, but each time I tried, I came to only one conclusion.

Guilt.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was my hands committing horrifying murders and I needed to find a way to redeem myself, but what do you prescribe to someone who’s seen what I’d seen and done what I’d done? There is nothing, except for dedicating your life to ridding the world of as many of those horrors as you could.

So, I picked up my phone, fished through my bag for the folded piece of paper, and dialed the number.

“Hello?” a gruff voice came through the line.

“Dean?” I breathed.

There was a short silence.

“Y/N?”

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Redeem Me - Part 2

Characters/pairings: Reader, Dean, Sam (no pairings at the moment)

Warnings: None for this chapter

Word Count: 995

A/N: This is the second part of a series I started based on a request sent in by @karlilarki - (I thought of a supernatural fanfic that would be interesting, but I don’t write spn… Any chance you would want to? Premise is simple, Sam & Dean exorcise a demon from a woman, like they did Meg, but the woman lives. To make up for the wrongs she committed, she joins them as hunters…? Maybe eventually pair her with one of the brothers ? Please? 😂 😘) - This part is a little short, but the next part will most likely be much longer. This was not looked over by a second person, all mistakes are mine.

Part 1

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“You what?” Dean barked, releasing me from his embrace.

“I want you to teach me to hunt,” I repeated for the fourth time since I’d arrived.

“But, why?” Sam questioned, his tone of voice sounded as if that was supposed to persuade me otherwise.

“Because it’s the only way I can think of to redeem myself for everything I did.”

“That wasn’t you Y/N,” Sam pleaded.

“Why don’t you just spill your guts to a priest? It’s easier and safer than risking your damn life to find redemption” Dean added in a stern voice.

“But it was me, Sam,” I responded with a sigh, closing my eyes and mentally re-centering myself before continuing. ”Look, this isn’t up for debate. Either you two teach me or I’ll teach myself.” I crossed my arms and stared them both down.

They both clenched their jaws in frustration.

“Fine,” Sam finally agreed. Dean whipped around in shock.

“What?” Dean snapped.

“I said fine,” Sam responded, glancing at Dean.

“Sam, can I talk to you in the other room for a minute?” he spoke through gritted teeth.

Sam nodded and followed Dean to the kitchen.

“What are you thinking?” Dean questioned aggressively. “We already saved her life once. we’re not dragging her along on hunts with us, she could get killed!”

“Dean, she’s not going to give up, you and I both know it. She was possessed by a demon for who knows how long and it’s torturing her. What do you expect her to do?”

“Go home and deal,” Dean answered a little too quickly.

“Oh, yeah, and we’ve seen how well that works for us,” Sam fumed.

“She’s not a hunter, Sam, it’s different.”

“No, it’s not, Dean. It stopped being different the second that demon took control of her.”

Dean rolled his eyes, ignoring his brother’s words. It was quiet for a moment, then he sighed.

“Fine, you can babysit,” he decided out loud.

Dean cleared his throat as he reentered the room, making my stomach tighten with anticipation. I looked up at them, waiting anxiously for either of them to say anything.

“You can stay,” Dean mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Relief washed over me like a wave, allowing me to conjure up a small smile.

“I still don’t agree with this at all,” he added.

“No, of course, don’t worry, I’ll do anything you say, I promise. I won’t get in your way.”

He glared at me in annoyance for a moment, but his features softened.

“Come on, I’ll show you where you can stay,” Sam gestured for me to follow him.

So, I picked up my huge duffle bag and followed Sam down the hallway.

“You look good,” he hesitated, clearing his throat,”y’know, considering the last time I saw you, you looked like you’d just been put into a blender set to puree.”

“You sure know how to flatter a woman,” I giggled softly, hiking the bag up my shoulder again.

“Oh, here!” He suddenly stopped, reaching for my bag,”let me.”

Of course, I let him take it, I wasn’t exactly back to full strength yet.

We made it to the room I now called my own and Sam left to allow me to get situated on my own. It wasn’t horrible. There was a pretty huge closet and a nice sized dresser on one side of the room. The bed was on the far wall and there was a cute little bedside table next to it with a lamp and a clock. I put my clothes into drawers and onto hangers which didn’t take too long because I didn’t have much.

After I finished, I wandered back out into the hallway, trying to retrace the steps I took to get to the room. I figured the boys would be in or near the kitchen, but it was so confusing because the place felt so big. There were lots of doors and hallways, I just got lost. I wandered for what seemed like an hour before I was finally spat out into the library where I found the boys. They both perked up subtly at my arrival.

“Okay, so, how does this work?” I asked as I sat down in the chair next to Dean, across from Sam.

“Well, we um-we sift through news stories until we find something unusual enough to check out,” Sam attempted to explain in a way that I could understand, I assumed. Dean handed me an opened beer as he continued to type away and click through browser after browser of news articles from across the country.

“Okay,” I nodded, “we got anything yet?”

“Woah, woah,” Dean started, turning his attention to me. “We?” he spat the word like it was poisonous.

“Yes, we, that was the deal,” I pointed out, sipping my beer.

Dean looked at Sam and Sam sort of shrugged, raising his eyebrows. Then, Dean rolled his eyes and turned back to me with a very annoyed expression on his face.

“We caught wind of what we think is an easy salt and burn,” Sam cut in.

“Yeah, but when has it ever been an “easy salt and burn” case, Sam?” Dean argued.

“Dean, c’mon, we can protect her, how else is she going to learn? It’s a simple salt and burn case.”

“Um, excuse me,” I waved my hand between the two of them, catching their attention. “Yeah, hi, um, I think I should get a say,” I articulated.

“Okay, what’s your take on all of this, Y/N?” Sam calmly asked.

“Well, I don’t know how a salt and burn case works, exactly, but I have a general idea. I think I can do it. I promise I’ll do everything you guys tell me to do. If you tell me to hang back at the motel, I’ll hang back, I promise. Please, I want to come.”

Dean pursed his lips, thinking for a minute.

“Fine, Sam can babysit,” Dean finally mumbled.

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