#righteoussoldier

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C O N T from @righteoussoldier || Alec (X)

[text] I get it. [text] I don’t need all the bells and whistles, just you. [text] However long it takes for you to be ready, it’s okay. I’m here.

[text] Really? Because I feel like you’re not getting the praise and adoration you deserve.  [text] I mean, I know I adore you anyway, but you deserve so much more. [text] Just as long as I have you, that’s the most important thing to me. 

[flavacultro]

@righteoussoldier ; ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ & ᴊᴏ ʜᴀʀᴠᴇʟʟᴇ.

𝐉𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄. she is so used to seeing him with sam that she half expects him to burst into the door shortly after. but a minute passes and no one joins dean in. her mother isn’t around and the bar is already half empty and closing but jo still approaches. “hey.” eyes shift to stare at his face and then simply nods, already going to pour him over a drink on the house, as usual. “rough night, uh?” soft music plays in the background and the glass is placed before him,  dirty cloth attached to her hip as she crosses the counter to the other side, going to pick up some left glasses before continue to speak, once she is by his side, a frown by her forehead. “you want to talk about it?”

[fumospeculo]

righteoussoldier  ; ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍɪᴢᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ; ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀ ʙᴀʀʀ.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍?" she already knows they do. it has been what? a decade maybe? since they saw each other. when they saved her and her son. there is a smile there, glad that there was enough coincidences in the world to allow her to meet him again. “oh, yeah, lucas is on a trip camping with some friends. he is fine. all grown up now.” and andrea looks down at that, laughing. “got a bit of abandoned nest syndrome here, to be honest. but I got time for myself now.” and it was, in a way, liberating, to find time and space to be just andrea. 

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C O N T from @righteoussoldier || Tyler (X)

Tyler had wasted no time securing the room, once she was safely inside. The exits were sealed and blinds had been closed only after a final check out the window just to make sure no one had followed them. For now, they were safe but come morning he planned to get the hell outta’ dodge. He hadn’t meant to stumble upon the girl, or fall into this mess but he was firmly rooted in the centre of it and he couldn’t leave her, not now... not lookin’ at her, lookin’ like that.

Crossing the room, Tyler hooked his Sig Sauer into the back of his cargo pants before kneeling down before her. Hooking two fingers under a delicate chin, he lifted her gaze until it locked onto his own. “You’re safe now, I got you.” Ice blue eyes were unwavering as he spoke, taking in her features- committing them to memory. “No one will hurt you now...” Not with him there.

She had no idea who he was, and yet there was a feeling within her gut that she could absolutely trust him. He seemed as though he had a good heart, given the way he had rushed to her aid despite having never met her before, and ensured that she reached safety without giving it a second thought. She felt a mess, both physically and emotionally, which felt so alien to her given how she so often liked to keep it together, but the princess knew that she was in good hands. That much was clear. 

As he lifted her chin, so carefully, she met his gaze and stared back for a few moments. “Who are you?” she asked, one of her hands resting on his other arm as she searched his eyes for answers as to who her mystery saviour was. “You saved my life back there and I don’t even know who you are.” 

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C O N T from @righteoussoldier​ || Dean (X)

Were Ben and Dean to have this conversation a few years ago, he’d be inclined to agree with the other Hunters the guy was referring to. The thing was, he’d seen enough shit, been around enough Monsters, Angels, Demons and whatever the hell else went bump in the night to know it wasn’t as cut and dry as he’d been lead to believe. After all, his best friend was an Angel and his biggest ally was the mother of the King of Hell- so ya know, Ben wasn’t off his rocker with his train of thought. He lifted the bottle of beer to his lips, nodding at his partner as he took a swig. “Don’t worry, I share the outlook...”

Ben glanced over at Dean and nodded, feeling glad that the other man shared his views. Of course, there were still many, many dangerous creatures out there which the two of them, and hunters like them, would take down. But those that did no wrong, those who just wanted to live their lives in peace, they deserved protecting. 

“Yeah.” Ben picked up his glass and raised it as if in a small toast towards his partner, offering a small smile in his direction. “You want another?” He motioned towards Dean’s near-empty drink with his pinky.

[wickedlehane]

📖 [For Angel]

“Okay, hear me out- drinking booze, apparently okay for vamps. Drinking blood, duh. But, what little I remember from science class, doesn’t booze affect your blood? So, maybe if you’re looking to unwind a little more, try drinking blood from someone really drunk and see if the alcohol in their system gives you even more of a buzz.

It sounds pretty smart, right?”

[thebloody]

@righteoussoldier -- Buffy

It was a dark moon night, the type with a barely discernible sliver of a crescent that did little to cast any light upon the graveyard. It was as good a night for slaying as Spike could imagine, and he was riding on the fact that Buffy would feel the same. He’d been waiting for her since the sun had gone down, though that had been a few hours ago.

It wasn’t long before he’d grown bored with standing around and dusted a vampire that happened to crawl out of one of the newer graves nearby. He frowned as some of the dust settled on his coat, and raised a hand to brush it off. He’d just cleaned the blasted thing, and he’d hate for Buffy to stumble upon him looking less than presentable.

Of course he didn’t want her to think he’d been standing around waiting for her...better to make it seem as if they happened upon each other while out and about. Spike figured she’d be more likely to tolerate him tagging along on her patrol if she thought he was already out patrolling himself. Course he could care less about the other vampires...it was all just a means of spending any amount of time alone with her.

[lilahemorgan]

Start over run into an old friend?

He left; Wesley just left her here in the middle of a fucking sewer to die. Asshole. Of course he did give her some advice, before walking away. The scene from a few moments ago was still playing in her head.

“Now you disappear. You get patched up and leave town. “Turn tail and run?” “That thing won’t quit until everyone at Wolfram & Hart is Dead. Go underground. Change your name. Don’t make Its job easy.”

So ok it seemed like a crazy idea, and yet here she was throwing everything she owned into two suitcases. After Lilah packed everything up she threw it in her trunk. She'd managed to get the wound in her side to stop bleeding, but she wasn’t sure how long it'll last until it starts bleeding through the fresh bandages. She got in her car and just started driving.

After what seemed like hours Lilah finally made it out of Los Angeles. She had no idea where to go, so just kept driving South. Several days later by some miracle she made it to the small town of Ridgedale Oklahoma. She’d stopped at a hotel a few days back and had gone through her contacts book checking to see who she had left for contacts. She had crossed off about twenty out of the some odd forty she had listed until she came to His name. She  had just sat there staring at the page, with Lindsey McDonald's name and last known contact number. Against her better judgment she took out her cellphone and started to dial the number. She waited a few seconds before an automated voice came on the line to say the number had been disconnected. Great, now how was she supposed to find him?  She got up and rummaged through her bag, until she found another small book with contacts in it. Lilah sat back on the bed and flipped through it, until she found what she had written down a few months ago. On the page was the address that she was now parked in the driveway of.  She remembered that this sad excuse for a town was the last place her informant that  she'd had tracking Lindsey had said he'd been. Of course said informant was dead a few days later from a gunshot wound to the head in a robbery.

Lilah took a deep breath as she stared at the little ranch house and miles and miles of empty land on either side save for a barn and stables. “Here goes nothing..” She muttered as she got out of the car and walked up to the house. She knocked loudly on the front door and waited.

@righteoussoldier​