Found Family! Supernatural and Teen! Witch! Reader
Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Word
Summary: The Winchesters steal from the Leviathan, and someone steals from the Winchesters.
(Y/N) carried their flashlight and a bag over their back, following Dean and Sam. They had the suitcase with their stolen Leviathan goods, and they entered a large, unlit room together. (Y/N) put their duffel bag down, Dean put the case on a table, and Sam walked over to it. He opened it and unwrapped the red clay. He placed it on the table. (Y/N) lifted a toolbox from their bag and carried it over. They all looked at the red clay.
“That’s a lot of fuss over a caveman Lego,” said Dean.
“Yeah. Well, whatever Dick wants is bricked up inside that,” said Sam.
(Y/N) lifted a mallet and safety glasses from the toolbox. “Let’s find out.”
Dean took safety glasses and the mallet, (Y/N) grumbled (they wanted to hit the clay), and Sam took safety glasses. Dean lifted the mallet, and (Y/N) pushed their safety glasses up. Dean slammed the mallet down. Thunder clapped abruptly, and (Y/N) flinched when the feeling of lightning flashed through them. Dean struck the clay again, and lightning flashed. Thunder clapped, and (Y/N) gasped physically as energy rippled through the room.
“(Y/N)?” said Sam, noticing.
“Something’s definitely saying stop,” said (Y/N), looking around at the sudden storm that had arrived.
“Yeah,” agreed Dean. “Oh, well.”
He shrugged and slammed the mallet down again. Each down he struck, thunder clapped, and (Y/N) felt more energy rippled out and gritted their teeth. Lightning flashed, and Dean kept hammering. Dean slammed down, and the clay cracked completely. Beneath was an inscribed stone tablet. Dean touched it, and lightning crashed. (Y/N) felt a bolt of pure magical energy strike outwards, and they almost fell to their knees. Sam caught them, and they looked up at Dean, who held the tablet.
“Are you okay?” asked Sam.
(Y/N) nodded shakily and stood. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. But that thing…It packs a punch.”
Dean stared at it. “What the hell is it?”
They all stared at the tablet. The inscribed language was unknown to them, and the power revealing it had released told of dangerous origins.
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(Y/N) grimaced as they read article after article from the morning news. Behind them, Sam was watching to the news on his computer, and he frowned at the screen.
“…At a lost to explain the continent-wide storm system that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, blanketing a good part of the nation in freak lightning displays,” said a reporter.
Dean sat up from the bed and stretched before walking over to the researching pair.
“Here with Dr. Marlon Price of the U.S. Meteorological Survey at a press conference earlier today,” said the reporter.
“Baffled? No, I’m not baffled,” said Price. “Frankly, I’m offended. This is not the way weather behaves.”
“Power outages and related damages to electronic equipment have been reported from as far east as Cape Cod…” Sam turned the news down. It was all a repeat of what every news station was discussing.
Dean yawned and reached for a cup. It moved, and he stared. “Bobby? Bobby, is that you?”
Sam absently held up the EMF reader. “Think so.”
“Probably,” said (Y/N), touching their cold necklace.
“But that whole adventure at Roman’s seems to have drained his batteries,” said Sam.
Dean nodded and looked over their shoulders at the news articles. “So, what? We start the storm heard ‘round the world?”
“More than that,” said (Y/N). “When we cracked the clay open, every woman within a hundred-mile radius in the last month of pregnancy went into labor.”
“This one goes out to all the ladies,” joked Dean, holding up the tablet. “So, heavyweight signs, omens—what do we got?”
Sam sighed and gestured to the articles he’d combed through on his computer while listening to the news. “I assume it’s writing. But I’ve never seen anything like it, ever. And it doesn’t match anything in any book or online.”
“All right, so big daddy chomper lands here, he grabs himself some Dick—” (Y/N) snorted “—and then he starts secretly underwriting university departments, pouring money into digs—all for this,” said Dean, looking at the tablet and the strange inscription. “Why?”
“No clue,” said (Y/N). “Other than the obvious power.”
“We do know that he will be tearing new ones until he gets it back, though,” said Sam grimly. “Look, we got to take a minute, hole up somewhere safe, find out what we’ve got.”
“Rufus’s cabin?” suggested Dean.
“Yeah,” said Sam.
“This time, I’m doing the shopping,” grumbled Dean.
“Remember our diet,” said (Y/N). Dean groaned.
Sam’s phone rang, and he sat up. “It’s Meg.” Dean and (Y/N) exchanged alarmed looks. Sam answered. “What?” His eyes widened. “What?” He looked at Dean and (Y/N). “Cas is awake.”
“When?” said Dean instantly. Sam put the phone on speaker. “When?”
“Last night about eight,” said Meg.
(Y/N) straightened. That was when the clay broke and the tablet was revealed.
“And you waited till now to call us?” snapped Dean, protective over Castiel as usual.
“I’ve been busy with Cas,” said Meg, and (Y/N) knew she was rolling her eyes. “He’s just a tad different than when he dozed off, ‘kay?”
“What do you mean ‘different?’ ” asked (Y/N).
“Hey, Hexer, guess what? Not a nurse,” said Meg. “Just playing one on TV. Want answers? Start driving.” She hung up.
“Great. So, Indiana?” said Sam.
“Yeah.” Dean looked at them significantly. “Eight o’clock last night.”
“Yeah. Same time we opened up that thing,” said Sam.
“What are the chances?” (Y/N) crossed their arms. They doubted it was a coincidence.
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Dean, Sam, and (Y/N) walked into the hospital. The night sky hung outside, giving them some solitude and secrecy as they walked.
“We raced all the way here, and now I don’t know. I can’t say I'm fired up to see what’s left of the guy,” said Dean. He hid true worry for the state of Castiel behind sarcasm, as usual.
“You think he remembers at all?” asked Sam.
“That, and I’m guessing whatever kind of hell baggage he lifted off of your plate,” said Dean grimly. “It’s not gonna be pretty.”
“Hey. Excuse me, but it’s way past visiting hours,” said an orderly, fairly politely but still firmly.
“It’s okay, Abel,” said Meg, appearing out of nowhere. “I’ve been expecting them.” She smiled at them. “Hello, boys, kiddo.”
She turned and led them back to Castiel’s room. The door was open, and when they peered in, Castiel didn’t move. He just stared out the window at the moon in the sky, face blank.
“Hey, Cas,” said Dean, voice slightly hoarse.
Castiel turned. “Hello, Dean, (Y/N), Sam.” (Totally not in the order of his favorites). He smiled.
“Hey, Castiel,” said Sam.
“Hey, Cas,” said (Y/N), watching him carefully.
“Look at you, walkin’ and talkin’,” said Dean. He tried to smile, but he faltered. “That’s-That’s great, right?”
Castiel got up, headed towards them, and stopped in front of Dean without a word. He held up a hand and pointed at Dean. “Pull my finger.”
(Y/N) blinked. “What?”
“My finger. Pull it,” said Castiel again.
Meg crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe.
Dean hesitated but took Castiel’s finger. He pulled. With a crash, the light fixture burst, the window shattered. Castiel laughed. Meg sighed and turned on a lamb.
“Huh…” said (Y/N) slowly. So that was “different,” as Meg had put it. “So you know what you can do.”
Castiel just grinned. “Yes.”
“Okay, just hang on, Cas. Wait,” said Dean, glancing around warily in case something else exploded. “Let us catch up to you for a second.”
“So, you’re saying you remember who you are, what you are,” said Sam.
“Of course,” said Castiel. He brightened. “Oh, outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It’s all right there, the whole plan. There’s nothing to add.” He smiled, pleased.
Is he high? (Y/N) decided no. This was Castiel without his marbles.
“You might want to add a little Thorazine,” said Sam, staring at him. He, on the other hand, suggested drugs.
“Right?” said Meg. “He’s been like the naked guy at the rave ever since he woke up. Totally useless.”
“Will you look at her? My caretaker.” Castiel smiled at Meg fondly. “All of that thorny pain. So beautiful.”
Meg rolled her eyes. “We’ve been over this. I don’t like poetry. Put up or shut up.”
“Okay,” Sam attempted to corral the conversation, “So, Cas, you said you woke up last night?”
“Yes,” said Castiel. “I heard a ping that pierced me, and, well, you wouldn’t have heard it unless you were an angel at the time.” He frowned at them apologetically.
“I definitely felt that ‘ping,’ ” said (Y/N). “Felt like more than that.”
“You felt it? Oh, that’s good,” said Castiel. “I was worried. You keep hurting yourself, and I thought maybe your senses were dulling. That’s a good sign.”
“Huh?” (Y/N) frowned. That was a little too close to what Cas-as-Emmanuel had said. “What do you mean?”
“That you’d feel a lot better if you had more fun,” said Castiel cheerfully.
(Y/N) groaned.
“Cas, do you know something’s wrong with (Y/N)?” said Dean, stepping forward.
“Don’t you all? Look at them.” Castiel gestured at (Y/N). “They’re…dull. They used to be bright.”
(Y/N) swallowed against a building cough. “Cas, what’s wrong with me?”
“You’re all tied up. Loosen up,” said Castiel.
Dean gritted his teeth. They were not going to get a good answer from this version of Castiel. They’d have to figure out what “loosen up” and “if you had more fun” meant on their own or through intel from connections like Nora. Or I could try to knock some sense into Castiel. Dean certainly wanted to for several reasons.
Sam sighed, coming to same conclusions, and (Y/N) grimaced while fiddling with their necklace. This was not a very helpful Castiel or a very helpful conversation.
“Okay, well, if you decide to be less vague, let us know,” grumbled (Y/N). “But the ‘ping,’ it happened when we opened this.” They gestured at Sam, who pulled the tablet out of the bag.
Castiel peered at it. “Oh. Of course. Now I understand.”
“Understand what?” asked Sam.
“You were the ones,” said Castiel. “Well…I guess that makes sense.”
“What makes sense?” asked Dean. The idea of knocking sense into Castiel became more appealing by the minute.
“If someone was going to free the Word from the vault of the earth, it would end up being you two,” said Castiel. He beamed. “Oh, I love you guys.” He pulled Sam, (Y/N), and Dean into a giant hug.
“Oh. Uck. Okay. All right. Okay.” Dean wasn’t sure how to feel. He wasn’t accustomed to such shows of affection, particularly between men, and he was enjoying it more than he could admit to himself.
“We, uh, yeah. Us too,” said (Y/N). Castiel was acting strange, but it was sweet, too. They hugged him back, unable to say the words—after their parents, it was so hard to admit to family—but Castiel was important.
“Yeah, yeah.” Sam patted Castiel awkwardly on the back. Castiel finally stepped back, and Sam cleared his throat. “You-you said something about ‘The Word.’ Is that what’s written on there?” He looked at the tablet.
“Did you know that a cat’s penis is sharply barbed along its shaft?” remarked Castiel, ignoring the question. He tutted and shook his head. Leaning in conspiratorially, he said, “I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.”
“Thanks for that fun fact,” said (Y/N), wrinkling their nose.
“Cas, please, we’re losing ground out there, okay?” said Dean, watching Castiel wander. “We need your help. Can you not see that?”
Castiel sighed as if exasperated. “This is the handwriting of Metatron.”
“Metatron? You saying a Transformer wrote that?” said Sam incredulously.
“How many marbles did he lose?” said (Y/N), staring at Castiel in disbelief.
“No, that’s Megatron,” corrected Dean.
“What?” said Sam.
“The Transformer. It’s Megatron,” said Dean.
“What?” said Sam again.
“Huh?” said (Y/N).
“Metatron,” repeated Castiel. “He’s an angel. He’s the scribe of God. He took down dictation when creation was being formed.”
“He—What? Like creation creation?” said (Y/N). Castiel shrugged.
“And that’s the Word of God?” said Sam, staring at the tablet and holding it far more gingerly.
“One of them, yes,” said Castiel.
“Uh…Well, what’s it say, then?” asked Sam.
“Uh…” Castiel took the tablet and examined in. “ ‘Tree?’ ‘Horse?’ ‘Fiddler crab?’ ” He shrugged. “I can’t read it. It wasn’t meant for angels.”
“Okay, this all sounds bad. What are you three jackasses doing with the Word of God?” said Meg, narrowing her eyes. “Let me see that thing.” She stepped forward.
“Back off, Meg,” snapped Dean distrustfully.
“Come on, it’s my ass, too,” said Meg, irritated.
“Back off,” repeated Dean.
“Guys,” groaned (Y/N), getting a headache already. “Is this helpful—” If no one was going to start stabbing, the yelling was useless to them.
“Damn it! Enough of this ‘demons are second-class citizens’ crap!” snapped Meg.
“Don’t like conflict,” said Castiel gravely.
He disappeared. The stone tablet fell and cracked. It broke into three pieces while the four people watched in disbelief.
“Uh…” Sam winced.
“There goes the Word,” said (Y/N). “Who would have thought it was so fragile.”
“What the hell was that?” said Dean.
“You heard him. He doesn’t like conflict,” said Meg primly. She rolled her eyes and gestured to the door. “He’s down in the dayroom now. I guarantee it.”
“All right, I’ll go handle Cas,” said Dean.
(Y/N) nodded. That was the best decision. He and Castiel had a special relationship. They understood one another in a significant way.
“Sam, (Y/N)…will you please pick up the Word of God?” Dean couldn’t believe he had to say those words. He turned and left.
“What are you three caught up in now?” said Meg, crossing her arms again to regard Sam and (Y/N) with narrowed eyes.
Sam knelt and started putting the pieces of the tablet in a bag.
“I deserve to know,” said Meg.
(Y/N) shifted. They wanted to say nothing, but Meg was pissed from being in the dark, so…
“Okay, fine. I’ll hit the road, then,” snapped Meg. “Let me just go get my angel.” She turned on her heel to leave.
(Y/N) rolled their eyes. As if Castiel would follow her over Dean. Well, he is a little weird, so who knows. (Y/N) grimaced. Great, now they had to follow her. (Y/N) chased after Meg, and Sam abandoned the bag for a moment to follow.
“Meg, what are you talking about?” said Sam.
“Come on, stop,” said (Y/N).
“We all call, who do you think Cas will come to?” challenged Meg. “I’m guessing me. You heard him—thorny beauty, blah, blah.” She smirked. “I’m the saint who stayed with him. He owes me. His words.”
“Yeah, what about what he owes us?” snapped Sam.
“Well, work on him a little. Maybe he’ll start crushing on you, too, hot stuff,” said Meg, looking over Sam. “You…who knows. Get him to adopt you.” (Y/N) was tempted to stick out their tongue, but since that wasn’t a good retort, they just rolled their eyes.
“He’ll go to Dean and we all know it,” they said. That was a much better retort.
“Maybe he will, maybe he won’t,” said Meg.
“What are you gonna do with a broken angel? Don’t be stupid,” said Sam, trying to reason with her.
“I’ll take power where I can get it. I’ve got myself to look out for,” said Meg.
Crash
All three paused and looked at each other. They ran back towards Castiel’s room and entered.
You were in the kitchen when you made a promise to Gaz that you would both plant the marshmallow root in the garden. And in the garden, you promised to tend to the home in the same way that they have all tended to each other: with patience and care.
You were on the porch when you promised Ghost to build a home with comfort. That no one would feel left out and everyone would understand true happiness.
You were setting traps for rabbits in the forest when you promised Soap that you would do everything you could to protect them and their happiness. To finally let the group of men grow in happiness, blooming like a flower, instead of fighting their way through, like weeds through stone.
You were in the tower when you promised Price to protect his boys with your life. That even if you die, this place will stand as a home for the four of them. A sanctuary.
I think this was what started the feelings.
Gaz felt a feeling of coming home when you were around. Like the tightening in his chest could finally loosen and he could breathe.
Ghost felt himself relax. Like he didn't have to fight like he always has, tooth and nail. Instead, a quiet determination to work hard to keep the house together. Keep it a home.
Soap felt himself feel more secure. No one was leaving to fight something impossible that they would always come back from. No one was leaving to the woods and coming back with another cut or bruise from anything except clumsiness among the roots.
Price... Price felt calm. His anxiety reminds him that it is the calm before a storm, but something deep, something ancient in him, quiets his anxiety and whispers that this is no storm. It is simply peace that he has never experienced before.
So... these feelings developed.
All of them had an unmistakable bond that they never bothered to label. Life was too short for labels and love was abundant among the four of them. The kisses around the home, the quiet affection in the acts of service, and the solidness of just one of them listening to the other and existing in the same space without pressure; it all seemed to exist seamlessly.
And you slipped into their routines: sipping tea as Ghost made arrows from foraged items in the forest; spinning cloth as Soap talked about his big family that he separated from when the knights had taken him to training (not that he regrets it. it was the best thing that happened to him); grinding eggshells into a powder as Gaz browsed your kitchen and asked about your things curiously; sitting on the steps of the porch as Price told you of all the things he learned over the years, the lessons taught to him by life.
Not only did you listen, they did too. To your laugh as the birds echoed a song back at you, when you told them how to make a poultice with this herb and mixing it with that one actually made it poisonous, how you preferred the yarn and needles you had a long time ago but spinning cloth is far more practical now, and how you dance around the kitchen when you cook with a low melody coming from your lips.
Lips they have all agreed they want to kiss... a face they want to hold and cherish... a gentle woman who, over time, has worn down their walls like water against stone.
It happened one time, late at night. You had conjured up five chairs, facing the mountains, made of wood and thick vines. Tea was set out that night for all five of you and biscuits were made to be enjoyed among conversation.
You had seen the fireflies float around the garden as the sun sets, and when they all died down... you decided to go running through them, mid conversation with the boys.
Your laugh that evening was contagious, bring a smile to all of them. Gaz and Soap soon joined you in raising hell among the fireflies, dancing around in them as your skirt floated around your ankles. Price and Ghost decided to watch, having seen their subordinates and their habits. Having seen how they act with each other, and now, how they act with you.
Ghost eventually softens as he sees the joy you have brought to his men, and Price follows soon after. They look at each other and a sharp understanding comes between them: you have made this fortress a home, just by existing.
So, when you made for your bed that night, after cleaning your feet of the mud and grass, the four of them sat down in the communal area.
"I've noticed something..." John speaks first, settling into the leather chair by the fire. "She's unique. She's done something to this team. And I don't think it's magic."
"Me neither, sir." Kyle answers, dazed from spinning in circles with you in the fields.
After a few quiet moments, mostly Johnny and Simon communicating silently, Johnny speaks up, "She's made this place a home. I know we could have done it, but it wouldn't be the same. I think..." Johnny looks to Simon for help, recieving a nod of assurance, "I think she's beautiful in that way. The way she loves is effortless, even for people she doesn't have to care for."
"It flows. It does not end. And she protects us in the way we have been protecting everyone else." Simon's baritone settles the high energy of nerves.
"I see... I see her." John looks at his men, looking in their eyes and seeing another connection. One not typically shared, but among this group, it comes as natural as breathing.
"I know that we have never put a label to us... but I believe this to be the love that can't be explained by God. And I see it for her in all of you too," John looks into the fire, hoping for answers, "and I feel it in me."
As a hush falls over the group, Simon is the first to act.
"What's the plan?"
"We integrate her more into us. Have her join us on daily, little things. We show her affection as we show each other. She'll catch on."
"And if she doesn't catch on?" Kyle asks, never wanting to doubt his first love, but nervous to add another.
"Then we tell her." Johnny definitively says as he leans back against Simon's legs, staring into the fire himself.
They all turn to gaze into the fire as a comfortable silence settles over the group, a unanimous agreeance bouncing between them. That come tomorrow, they would start finding ways to kiss you in the ways they kiss each other.
Author’s Cup of Tea: There was originally no song attached, but looking back, the swell of emotion, I can only attach it to the same feeling I get when listening to Sailor Song by Gigi Perez. So that’s the song for this one! And sorry this took so long!
Summary: Tired of waiting on meeting your soulmate. You use your witch powers to speed up the meeting.
The red string theory is an old Chinese theory where every person is born with an invisible red string tied to their pinky finger.
Over time the string will tighten making the journey to their soulmate more difficult, the string might get tangled and tied but never severed.
Once the string draws you both together, the red string will remain short, keeping you two together and never apart for long.
Patience was not a trait that you possessed.
Since honing your witchcraft as a teenager, your patience slowly dwindled, often opting for witchcraft to quickly resolve any obstacles in your way.
Your discipline to not use magic in your every waking moment became an extremely abstract concept. If there was one rule that you set yourself, it was to let your relationships grow and develop naturally without any magical intervention.
It would only make the adventure of life boring.
So it was then that your teenage self promised to not use magic to conjure your soulmate. It would only ruin the organic meet-cute you were destined to experience.
But your teen years have long since passed and now you sit in your cottage home as a grown adult, alone and yearning for a partner to share a life with, looking down at yet another wedding invitation. ‘Plus ones are welcomed’ the letter reads. Sighing to yourself, knowing you have no one.
It was that very moment you had forsaken your childish promise to not intervene with the natural order and just speed up the meeting already.
What’s the point in having magic if you don’t make use of it? If others could, they would too.
It’s not like you were going to use magic to manipulate your soulmate. You were just going to use magic to locate and meet your soulmate and woo them, so you can finally be together and live happily ever after.
It’s not technically cheating … right ?
Any hesitation was snuffed out when a notification rung out, your phone screen displaying pictures of a new engagement ring from another friend.
A stabbing reminder that seemingly everyone in the world had someone, and you yet remain lonesome.
Moral values be damned.
You tried doing it the right way, but your soulmate is taking his sweet ass time meeting you.
Since he took too long, you’re just going to have to take matters into your own hands.
Sitting in your safe space, you preformed a viel ceremony to enable you to visualise and see the red string tied around your pinky finger. Immediately, you see the taut red string pointing towards the west. Indicating that your soulmate is currently in a western direction.
“The worst part of having imprinted is having to convince them of the bond.” Paul states, taking a hulking bite from is plate, as the others murmur in agreement.
The roaring bondfire sizzle and crackles in the crisp night air as the Uley pack discuss the worst parts of imprinting as they feast on the evening’s barbecue.
“No the worst part of imprinting is meeting them young.” Quil argues as Jacob pats his back empathetically.
“No, the worst part has to be explaining that the supernatural is real.” Sam says, as the others murmur in agreement. “Burdening your imprint with a new and dangerous reality is heart breaking, but keeping them in the dark is a betrayal and a greater danger to their safety.”
“Please, at least all of you whiny babies have an imprint.” Leah broods.
Embry nods along in solidarity. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to any of that.” Embry agrees, stabbing his fork aimlessly at his plate. “But I agree with Leah, I’ll gladly do all of that if it means I finally get to meet my imprint.”
Paul snorts are Embry’s claim. “Sure kid, just wait and see. In fact, when you meet your imprint, and you have to convince and explain to her the bond and the supernatural, I’m gonna be sitting their and laughing my ass off.”
The window blows the tree branches unceremoniously, as if hearing Paul’s taunting challenge.
Seth stands from his comfy seat to point out a mysterious figure emerging from the tree line. “Uh, guys, who’s that?”
Your quick strides soon draw you near the group, your eyes locked onto Embry as he feels gravity moving as you become the centre of reality that holds him down and nothing else. You become his sole focus as the world fades away before he feels reality shift back to normal.
It didn’t take a single word for everyone to know the mysterious figure approaching their group was Embry’s imprint.
Paul begins to grin, his taunts playing out before his eyes.
You continue to stride silently past the others, eyes unmoving from Embry until you are just at an arms length.
“This may sound crazy, but you are my soulmate.” You utter, expecting shock, resistance, mockery or denial. But instead Embry smirks with an airy laugh.
“Funny. I was going to say the same to you.” He says, rocking on his feet excitedly. Glancing down with a cheeky grin to Paul whose mouth is left agape.
“Really? Just like that, you accept my outrageous claim?” You ask relieved but also sceptical.
Embry shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a wolf thing, you?”
“It’s a witch thing.” You begin to giggle at Embry’s widening eyes. “Come for a walk with me, we have much to discuss.” You grab his hand and begin to drag him away from the pack who remains in stunned silence.
“That’s so unfair.” Paul whines as the other grimace in the ease of Embry meeting and bypassing all of the difficult rites of imprinting.
TW for magical amensia drugs, angst, foul language, descriptions of violence, blood, and death. These go across the series and each part has individual warnings for that specific chapter.
Nature is power, power can be tamed, and those who know that crave it all the more, as Y/N, Demetri and Castor are about to find out.
Part 1: A Little Magic
Nature is power, power can be tamed, and those who know that crave it all the more. When your power is revealed to the wrong people, events seem to spiral out of control and beyond your comprehension. It quickly becomes apparent there is a much larger game being played, one in which you and Demetri are mere pawns, but how can you win when you don’t know the rules?
Part 2: A Game of Cat and Mouse
After being cast out by the Grand Magister a game of survival ensues, one pitting tracker against witch in a race to reach each other.
Part 3: A Book and A Bargain
Demetri’s knowledge of you is woefully inadequate and he vows to change that. Though he strives to find out more about your world, it only makes him more uncertain about his place in his, and certain revelations lead him to strike a desperate bargain that will ultimately make or break you both.
Part 4: A Moment Made For Us
A month is a fleeting moment, a sliver of time that is inconsequential to a man who has forever. To Demetri, every precious moment of the month he’s spent with you is engraved in his head and heart. In other words, this is how the vampire and the witch fell in love.
Part 5: A Spindle Prick
After being separated for months becomes too much for either of them to handle, a supposedly simple visit takes a drastic turn for the worst. Y/N, Castor, and Demetri find themselves thrown into the first of many trials as unknown forces conspire against them.
Part 6: A Witch’s Wrath
Castor is unconscious, but his parting gift to Demetri has allowed him to track his mate. The tracker is desperate to bring justice to those who would dare harm his mate, but the events he sets in motion have lethal consequence that will refract throughout nature…
Part 7: A Revelation
While recovering from a barbaric attack carried out by Merida, an unexpected visit from the High Council puts everyone on edge.
Part 8: A Message In A Bottle
Elder Oili gave Y/N a message only she would understand, forcing her to lie to the Volturi in the process. With tensions rising, Y/N attempts an enlightening journey that will put her at the heart of everything, while knowing nothing.
Part 9: A Lesson In History
Y/N and Castor have finally found the red door, but behind it lies a web of lies so dense that to unravel them it means to unravel the very reality they have lived and believed for centuries...
Part 10: A Truth To Tell
After a night of passionate distraction, Y/N reveals the truth to a dumbstruck Demetri, resolves to make amends with a prideful familiar, and makes an unlikely ally.
Part 11: A War Cry
Desperate for a means to defeat Seren, the group travel to the Athenaeum, where the entire history of magic lies at their fingertips, and their enemies wait in the shadows.
Part 12: A Deluge of Discoveries
The Ancestors reveal a terrifying truth, and Y/N finds herself forced to take extreme measures to use the moonstone as needed.
Part 13: A Peacock’s Tale
Unlocking the secrets of the moonstone will take all of the wit and courage Y/N has. Can it truly reveal a way to stop Seren?
Part 14: A Time For Everything
With Merlin's aid, the trio have a moment to reflect on everything that's happened and everything yet to come.
Part 15: A Full Circle
This story ends the way it begins, with you and Demetri in the middle of a massacre.
Part 16: A Soft Epilogue (Coming 4th December, maybe later depending on how messy my birthday is...)
The world must rebuild and time must move on, however much you wish you could stay in the moment.
Something Magical ~ Part One ~ A Lucifer x Spellman!Witch!Reader
Important Note: This is just a side story of mine. I’m not even sure if anyone would be even interested in this story. If you want another part or for me to make this a series please let me know.
Author’s Note: Something to be of note here is I am using a lot of Hollywood interpretations of witches and magic in this fic, there’s no real Wicca or witchcraft being portrayed in this, everything in here is made up.
The aunts will be from Sabrina the Teenage Witch as well as Salem the cat because I love that show and would love to have them as aunts. You could be adopted in this story I didn’t specify skin tone or anything, and also the Sabrina Show and the magic in turn is more like the 90s show.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.8k
Hi everyone there is now a Part 2 that can be found here
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Being a florist wasn’t something you were ever keen on becoming, especially when it came to you being a witch. However, you suppose it wasn’t all bad because your little flower shop had expanded to a wide variety of herbs as well that aid in your craft.
Your flower shop titled “The Smell of Magic” was a culmination of work between you and your two aunts, Aunt Zelda and Aunt Hilda. Words soon spread around Los Angeles that if you wanted something special for a little magical project they would head to your shop.
With the help of technology flourishing more and more a lot of people have forgotten about the bygone age of believing in magic which was good for the witches because it has been exhausting outsmarting everyone for centuries when all you wanted to do was to talk to your cat.
Speaking of, you had a black cat of your own who was a pain in your ass sometimes but you loved him, his name was Salem and he was your familiar. You had him around your shop while you were there and took him home with you as well. A witch’s familiar was something taken very seriously in a witch’s culture because a familiar was a part of your magic and soul and with one it helps to amplify their magic.
You and Salem found each other when you were with your aunts out on your 16th birthday, you were celebrating your coming of age as a witch and you were having a picnic at the park when Salem came walking out of a hedge and into your lap, all of you knew instantly who Salem was at that moment. You also began to notice as your magic became stronger so did your bond with Salem to the point where you can actually both communicate with each other.
Your little flower shop had become your pride and joy over the years and as you were sweeping the floors you heard the bell ring. You looked up to greet the newcomers and saw two professional-looking people wearing suits walk in, and you spot the badge on the woman’s hip and realized she was a cop. The man, however, looked out of place, confident in himself, but something was off with him, you felt conflicting energy within himself and you noticed a blurring swirl of color surrounding him, one with a flickering bright light around him and a conflicting red light surrounding him as well.
You shook your head out of those thoughts as you said as a greeting, “hello! Welcome to the Smell of Magic, how can I help you both?”
Salem had jumped up on the counter at this point and had made a point to curl up in a ball and fall asleep. You sighed at him but gave a small smile as you turned back to the two people.
“You have a cat in your plant shop? Isn’t that a little dangerous?” the woman asked.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t worry about that. He hates plants, he doesn’t even like catnip and also I make sure to make hourly or so rounds to clean my shop for my customers with allergies. Anyway, is there any specific thing I can help you with?” you answered.
“Ah yes, are you the owner of the shop?” when you nodded the woman continued, “well I’m Detective Decker with the LAPD and this man is Lucifer Morningstar who’s a consultant, and we were wondering if you know who this man is?” she said while showing you her credentials and handing you a picture of a man.
You studied the picture of him and returned the picture to her as you answered, “Honestly, I remember him being a customer here. He asked me to make a bouquet for a gravesite. I suggested to him white lilies.”
“Do you remember if he told you who’s grave it was?” she questioned.
You scrunch your nose as you thought for a moment when you responded, “I believe he said it was his girlfriend’s. Said she passed away due to a tragic accident. I have his address that he asked me to deliver his bouquet to if you need to visit him.”
“Yes, that would be great, thank you,” the detective said.
You walked over to your counter and grabbed your address book and you flipped it to the man’s address as you lightly pet Salem, who purred as you did. You wrote down the address on a scrap receipt paper and you handed it to her who thanked you for it.
Salem opened his eyes from the lack of attention and locked his eyes on the man, Lucifer who just smiled and waved at the cat. Salem bolted upwards and hissed at the man, he put himself in front of you to put distance between you.
Lucifer seemed surprised at this as he straightened his posture and told you, “My what an unusual cat you have Ms….”
“It’s (y/n) (l/n) and Salem’s always been protective over me especially against strange men,” you stated.
Decker let out a light laugh at that and pointed towards the door to indicate to leave, but Lucifer huffed, looked you in the eyes, and said, “Well dear, what is it you most desire?”
You blinked owlishly and let out a nervous chuckle as you said, “I honestly got no clue, maybe just run the shop as best as I can? Why do you ask?”
Lucifer sighed and said, “Of course you’re complicated and boring at the same time and…”
“He usually has this charming way, as he puts it, to get people to tell him what they really want in life,” Decker interrupted.
“Did you tell him?”
She blushed and that was all the indication you needed that yes, he did affect her into telling him everything.
“You seem like a lovely woman, if you ever have a free night why don’t you come down to the club I own? LUX,” he pulls out a business card for you.
You recognize the name and address, you look down at Salem who looks back at you and slightly shakes his head as a no.
“Ah, thanks for this but I’m really not one to go to clubs or have much social energy at all.”
Lucifer looked rather perplexed at your statement and as he was about to say something else when Decker interrupted with, “Well thank you very much for your help we’ll be sure to call you if we need any more help from you.”
“Of course thanks for stopping by.”
With that exchange gone and they left you put Salem back on the counter and he did a stretch and a shake of his fur as he looked at you.
“That man is a strange one, he's definitely got some magic in him like us, I don’t like him,” Salem told you.
“Yeah that makes two of us, I kept seeing flickering colors appear around him like he was constantly shifting into two forms. Decker didn’t seem to notice, and I felt no magic from her, so it’s obvious she’s mortal. You can’t deny he’s interesting though”
“Yeah interesting but dangerous, imagine what your aunts would say if they had seen him”
“Well they’re not here, are they? They’re at a witches’ conference in Barcelona and besides, I’m 25, Salem I should be able to do whatever I want, in the realm of reason, but still”
“Hmmmmmm” Salem seemed unconvinced at your statement as he just glared at you.
“What?”
He sighs and says, “You want to go to that club don’t you?”
“Yeah I kind of do,” you drawled out to Salem with a smile.
He just sighed and said, “Well, I am going to find a way to follow you and make sure you are okay.”
“That sounds fine to me, well since we have some time to kill to go to the nightclub, so I’m just going to spruce up the place with my magic.”
You lifted your hands and felt the air around your fingertips pulsate and warm up to you and you saw sparks fly off your hands and you saw the bits of fallen leaves around the floor, and some of Salem’s fluff float up and straight into the trash can near the register. You wiped your apron down from any excess grime and turned to Salem again.
“See? Piece of cake,” you said.
“Oh yes totally, but your aunts would be abhorrent to know that you were using magic in broad daylight.”
“Oh relax, nobody saw, and plus now we have time to get dressed for the club and for you to figure out how you are going to follow me there.”
Salem groaned as I picked him up.
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Time has passed and I picked an outfit that sparkled with my favorite colors in it. I looked amazing, and Salem figured out that I can transform him into a tattoo and have him be there, so we won’t be too far apart from each other. We both always felt more connected and stronger when we know where the other one is.
The time has come to get going to the club, and I was starting to get nervous.
‘Are you chickening out now? We are already at the line to get into the club,’ Salem communicated in my head.
‘I know that but still’
‘Oh please we are already this close to it and if we get in trouble by your aunts I want to at least actually going into the place,’ Salem said exasperated. I can practically see his eye rolls now.
I ended up going through with it and walked into LUX. I was amazed, not by the flashing lights and club music, but the space and decor that seemed to fill the space. There was a beautiful piano placed in the middle of the place as well and it looked amazing.
“Oh! It’s the florist from earlier today,” I heard a voice calling out to me. Then I saw a flash of red and a dark blue tailored suit in my field of vision.
“I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you didn’t like parties,” the man said in front of me.
I blinked and then I fully saw him. The man from earlier that intrigued me from the moment I saw him. Lucifer Morningstar.
“I think I can make an exception this one time, you piqued my curiosity for this place. I never noticed it before,” I admitted to him.
He looked at me in surprise. He seemed like the type that is always used to being the center of attention.
“Huh, that’s new. I thought all of Los Angeles knew about LUX.”
“Not me and my family.”
“Well since you’re here how about I get you a drink? I’m curious about you.”
Request: Supernatural request. Reader&Sam are dating and shes a kind and soft woman. He finds symbols under his bed, on his shoes ect. and they figure out shes a witch. But they're actually protective spells but they don't know (angsssst) and when one of them nearly dies she uses her magic to give him life energy so he survives and so the misunderstanding hets cleared and fluff
“You still seeing that girl, Sammy?” Dean inquired, seeing his younger brother checking his phone for the umpteenth time that day. Sam grinned, knowing it was Dean messing with him. “What’s it been, two months?”
“Two years, Dean. She’s not going anywhere.” Sam chuckled. Dean smiled back. While in the past any love interest for either of them ended in blood and tears, you were... different. When Sam had told you about his job, while you were a little startled, you adjusted quickly and took it in your stride. At this point you knew how to protect yourself when the boys weren’t there and you knew the warning signs of something supernatural. You took to it quickly, and were yet to get hurt.
“Where is Y/N anyway?” Dean asked, and Sam checked his phone again to reread your messages.
“She’s gonna be late home because of work... I might go tidy up some stuff to cheer her up a little bit.” He mentioned, heading to your shared bedroom in the bunker. He knew that coming home to a readymade bed and things put away will ease your tension a little bit, and Sam was happy enough to do it. You had been doing it since you moved in, anyway. It was only fair he did it at least once.
He got the fresh sheets, sitting them on top of the drawers, and started removing the bedding. It wasn’t hard for him, and soon he was down to the bed cover, and easily pulled it off, but stopped when he saw what looked like ink smears on the edges that would have been under the bed. He creased his eyebrows, before lifting up the mattress, and he saw it.
The wooden bed frame had symbols painted on them. There was several, some repeating, some small and detailed, but all were on his side of the bed. While he didn’t know exactly what they meant, he knew that they meant something that there was no doubt you’d done it. He stood there for a few seconds, realising what you were.
You were in your car, driving home when your phone rang. Seeing it was Sam, you picked up, smiling and holding it to your ear. “Hey baby. I’m nearly home, I’ll be there in half an hour, want me to pick something up for Dinner? Does Dean want anything.”
“I don’t think you should come back.” His voice was low. Monotone. You tensed a little, not sure what was going on. You wondered if something bad had happened. Had someone died? Was there a body there or was someone you knew dead? Was someone there?
“What- why? Sam what’s wrong?” You asked.
“I know.” He answered, worrying you further. “I know. I found the sigils. Under the bed. You’re a witch, aren’t you?” He asked, a growl in his voice, and you tensed. You were silent, and Sam sighed. “I thought I could trust you.”
“S-Sam, you can, I promise! Those sigils aren’t bad, I can tell you what each means- they’re-“
“No! You’re a witch Y/N, and we don’t trust witches... I love you Y/N... But if you come through those doors, Cas and Dean are waiting.” He warned and hung up. You had to pull over, letting it settle in before the tears started to flow.
Sam was devastated, and he had been trying to busy himself to take his mind off the fact that the woman he loved had betrayed him. Soon he found what seemed like a demon in a neighbouring town and headed off with his brother. Dean was upset as well, knowing how happy Sam was with you. You were this sweet girl who offered the softness that Sam needed in his life. It was a shame. He wanted to help his brother, and didn’t much digging past what Sam already knew.
This led them to where they were now. Pinned to the floor by an invisible force as a woman- who they now knew wasn’t a demon, but was in fact a witch. Just like you. Despite the situation, Sam felt almost numb. The witch was laughing, watching Sam glare at her and Dean trying to fight back.
“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Sam Winchester. I can’t believe that Y/N left my group just to be with you.” She commented. Sam flinched at the mention of his now ex girlfriend, and his heart stopped knowing that you were involved with this witch at one point. “She was always too soft. I was planning on killing her for a ritual at some point anyway. You kind of saved her then, even without knowing it. But now you’re gonna be the thing that gets her killed. Because in the many, many years she was with us, she could never have it in her to kill. You can bet I’ll use that against her.” The witch smirked, seeing Sam’s conflict in his eyes shifting into frustration.
“You leave her alone!” He snapped, but the witch only chuckled.
“She’s nothing but a weak, pathetic bitch. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. Surely you knew that. Well, if you didn’t know that, then you’re about to.” She grinned, taking immense pleasure in watching Sam’s tough facade shatter with only words.
Her grin was wiped off her face when she looked past Sam, down the hall. Sam and Dean looked back, shocked to see you standing there. Your usual sweet smile and kind eyes were gone, a wicked glare set on the witch in front of you. “Y/N, run!” Dean called out. You didn’t respond to him.
“I think you should listen to him Y/N, we both know you’re not capable-“ She didn’t finish her sentence as the air was knocked out of her as her body was thrown against the wall. There was a stunned silence as you walked closer, standing beside your former boyfriend and his brother. Both felt the weight on them disappearing, and they pulled themselves up. However, when they tried to step forward, they felt a sort of wall stop them.
The witch let out a raspy laugh. “You definitely surprised, but you’re not going to-“
“Make that final blow? Nah. Not yet anyway... You hurt them. You hurt Sam. You’re an idiot for trying to hurt the man I swore to protect with all my power. Now you’re going to face the consequences.” You told her. Sam listened, and his heart stopped, his mind clicking back to the sigils under the bed, it all clicking that those were all sigils for some form of protection. To protect him. It made sense the more he thought about it. Since you moved in the hunts had been going better and accidents were so rare, and injuries seemed to heal quicker than usual. Knowing that now, his heart sunk, realising that he left you for wanting to keep him safe. He snapped out of his thoughts at the witch groaning in pain, and hearing you mumbling in Latin under your breath as boils appeared on her skin, popping and then forming new ones, scaring and bleeding till she was totally disfigured and her groans turned into screams.
“Y/N.” Sam reached out, grabbing your hand, and the witch stopped making noises, though you didn’t turn to face him. “That’s enough, okay? You can stop now, you can go. We’ll deal with it from here.” He whispered to you, putting his other hand on your opposing shoulder to try and assure you, but you were tense.
“This is personal. She’ll come back if I don’t, and I’m not having that.” You said, raising your free hand and snapping your fingers, and a sick snap clicked through the hair as the witch went numb, before you relaxed and her body dropped to the floor, lifeless. Sam heard you sigh, before you took a step back, and you sniffed.
“...You two go outside; I’ll clean this up for ya.” Dean offered, and Sam had no trouble in ushering you outside the house, knowing you too needed to speak.
You ended up on the steps beside each other. While back there you had all the control, right now it was clear it had shook you up. “I’m sorry, Sam.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear, making him look over at you. “I should have told you... I was honestly planning on dropping it all. The spells and everything. But then you told me you were a Hunter, and while I knew it would be best to drop the witchcraft then and there, I remembered what I took it up for. To protect those I care about. She was right you know. Never hurt a damn fly. I just wanted to help people, and... Now I’ve seen what I’m actually capable of. I killed her. I knew her for years... I tortured her...” You flinched, feeling Sam’s arm wrap around you, before you relaxed a little.
“If I had known those sigils were for protection... God. None of this wouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have just dropped you like that. I should have trusted my gut into letting you at least explain. I should be the one apologising.”
“No. She would have attacked you guys anyway to get to me.”
“But I should have trusted you more.”
“Will you two just shut up and make up?” Dean called from inside the house, causing a second of you two looking at each other before cracking up.
“Are you willing to give me a second chance?” You asked, getting back on track. Sam smiled, leaning forward and giving you a kiss.
“Definitely.”
Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!
Summary: (Y/N) is a male witch and also comes from a family of witches. When (Y/N) is backed up in a corner by his brother, who chose the dark path, he is forced to choose his own fate, choosing the light path. This causes an Ecliptic War between Light and Dark Witches. During this war, an eclipse (both solar and lunar) is happening, and won’t end until one brother is left standing. With the help of the Avengers and other helpful heroes, will (Y/N) be able to defeat his brother, or will the world be forever secluded in darkness?
I suddenly got a rush to write and finish this in, like, twenty minutes. So it's probably shit but I hope it's enough to satisfy! Based on the song The Sleeping Giants by The Crane Wives, a part two to Which Witch.
The 'walk' so far has ended up being two days of travel through a dense forest, with camp only being bedrolls around a fire and you doing most of the foraging. They hunted, but because of their armor, the only person quiet enough to actually hunt was Ghost. Price was decent and a seasoned soldier, so he was also able to bring a kill in every once in a while, but Soap had a hard time being in the one place for long and Gaz could do it, but he was better at foraging with you.
It wasn't until you got a dream that you knew where to go.
You were facing the mountains, almost at the base of one, green plains stretch out and never seem to end until the cliff-face of the mountains. You're blood was rushing in your ears and something whispered to you...
'Come... You will be safe here... come closer, child...'
And as you reached to touch the mountain, the blood rushing in your ears seemed to pulse in time with your heart and the breath of the mountain... a sleeping giant.
That morning, you were packing up before any of the men were awake. Almost frantically packing, with order and a wild calm flowing around you, Price was the first to wake.
"Witch, what are you-?" He seemed almost startled, hurriedly standing up and reaching for his weapon, worried that someone was coming to attack.
"I know where to go." Your eyes met his with a flash, and you both held there for a second, a deep understanding flowing between the two of you.
"I can wake up the men." Price nods and breaks the eye contact, waking up Ghost first. "Wake up, Ghost. We've got our destination." The behemoth of a man awakes quickly at that and the two superiors wake up the other two.
You finish gathering the last of the things, strapping them to their respective horses before making your own horse out of the Earth itself.
"Follow me." You take off, riding at a full gallop on your horse of packed dirt and muscles of stone with quartz sinew.
As they follow, the trees seem to creak and groan as they part for the group, your lead seeming to part them. The moans of the trees seem to form a harmony as the sun sets, the moon humming in tandem with the beats of the horses hooves slamming into the ground. The riding alone was a song in itself.
"We're almost there!" You shout behind you as you breach the tree line and let your steed dissolve into it's components before a wave of the earth carries you to your destination.
As you get closer to the mountains, you feel something come over you... a presence. Safety and welcoming arms.
"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears. I hear something, callin me... My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears. I hear something, callin me..." You preach to the spirits of the land, the homes of those who came before you.
As you ride along the wave, the sun begins to rise, sky bursting into wild colors like popping the skin of a blueberry between your teeth.
You keep humming and singing the melody that comes to you as you grow closer. "The moon is humming... the moon is humming, lovely... melodies... The forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry... hungry harmonies."
The men of the 141 are thoroughly confused but trust you enough to let you do your thing. This is the first time they have seen your intuition in action and it is nothing like they expected. You have never seemed so free or magic until now... You hair flowing behind you as the ground flowed under you like water to carry you to your new resting place. A place where everyone can be safe.
As you reach the area, you slow to a stop, the song of past mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and sisters pounding in your ears as your heart matches to the rhythm.
"I feel the mountains,
I feel the mountains shifting... under me
The sleeping giants are finally waking...
Waking... finally.
My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears
I hear somethin calling me...
My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears
I hear somethin calling me..." And the tune comes as naturally as breathing to you...
The first time the 141 saw magic, it was nothing like this. It was dark... heavy... carried a connotation that should never be shared.
To see true magic in use... it was a spectacle to behold. It filled them with a sense of upliftment and hope.
Gaz saw a gentle future in his hope: tending to the garden with you, foraging for more plants, helping you with the holidays you celebrate... he wants nothing more than that.
"The moon is humming, the moon is humming... lovely... melodies.
The forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry... hungry harmonies.
My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.
I hear something calling me...
My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.
I hear something calling me..." As you continued to sing, it sounded like others were joining your voice, harmonizing, despite no one else singing. Like the earth and the sky and the birds all decided to follow your lead.
Ghost saw a future with his team... a love-filled home with a tended connection, never strained by bloodshed, but flourishing under care and comfort. He would care for the home itself, keeping it sturdy and alive with you. He would care for his team as they care for him, completely and wholly.
"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.
I hear something calling me.
My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.
I hear something calling me." You voice is joined by many more, the deep-seated presences of your ancestors ringing in your bones as the song in now uncontrollably coming out of your mouth in an almost scream, rattling the mountains you face.
Soap sees a future of strength. One where the love everyone shares is never in question and their safety is assured. Where a family can prosper and grow, like a well tended to tree. One where the loyalty to each other is never questioned, and is only strengthed by whatever decides to try to weather it down. Where love blossoms under the loyalty of each other.
"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.
I hear something calling me.
My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.
I hear something calling me." You finish the song with a tune so ancient that it seems to only come from deep in your soul... from wherever your magic begins... maybe even the very thread of your being and your ancestors voices are just echoing through it, glad to welcome another sister to the plains before the mountains. Before the sleeping giants.
Price sees a future of safety. One where his men never have to shed blood again. Where no one is coming for their heads and the land around them prospers as their loyalty, love, and safety does. He sees himself on the porch of the home and watching diligently for something that is never coming. The comfort of peace.
As you yell the last notes, the men watch as you construct a home big enough for everyone, what all of them imagined and more. The mountains seem to reverberate your song back to you and the trees sway in time of the harmony. You dance around as a tower of stone grows from the ground, piercing the Earth and rising in a spiral. A porch of moss and slate rises from the ground followed by the rest of the home: a stone and quartz base covered in a thin layer of crumbling soil and moss and ivy.
You crumble to your knees as the house, the home to be, is finished in it construction and your energy well is emptied.
"Hey!" Gaz rushes to you, as your new closest friend. The time spent foraging together grew yourselves closer as you both worked together to keep the others alive.
Price was not far behind, hot on his heels as Gaz sunk down to his knees next to you, holding you close.
"You did it... you found us a safe place." Price puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder as you slump against Gaz, exhausted and drained but still awake.
"I'm almost impressed." Ghost walks up with Soap.
"Aye. But that song... that was true magic. Something only fairytales tell of."
"Well... maybe I'll tell you about it later," You sigh, and begin to stand with Gaz's help, "but I think it best we get inside. Others may have heard and we are out in the open." You stumble in your haze of exhaustion as you make your way to the newly constructed home.
"I'll hold you to that, lass." Soap remarks as he comes up on your other side, helping Gaz guide you inside with Ghost and Price bringing up the rear, keeping an eye out.
You said that others may have heard... from how far? And how formidable? How much trouble are they in now?
So.... I'm not gonna lie, this took me over like a full body possession until I got it done. I hope it's a good second part! Keep being lovely, my dears! Have a great night/day!
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