Marvel Preference: Pets

Marvel preference: Pets

Tony: Let's face it, Tony can barely take care of his own needs, let alone the ones of a pet. He's always busy, and Pepper has told him multiple times that NO, she will not take care of a dog in addition to Tony, the company and about a million other things she has to take care of. So Tony decided to build himself a mechanic dog, but due to Peter and Clint changing the plans as a joke, it turned out to be a bunny as Tony was half asleep as he built it.

Not to worry, Fluffy (yes, Peter named him), is a beloved mascot of the Avengers, and sort of a guard dog for the base. Because even if he looks like a lop-eared bunny and is the size of a loaf of bread, he carries a mean kick. And by a mean kick, I mean enough ammunition to change a fully equipped tank into a holey hunk of metal. And best yet, he is basically indestructible. Well, the Hulk could crush him but when his fist was about to go down on to do it, he froze and muttered "Hulk not hurt bunny." and went to destroy one of Tony's suits. But that's a story for another day. 

Steve: Steves pet is a gift from Tony, and it's a parrot called Captain (no, Tony did not name him, he came with the name but Tony thinks it is hilarious). He's not just any parrot but one that has lived in a bar for the beginning of its life and as a result, it curses like a pirate. A really bad mouthed pirate. Steve is very fond of his pet, as he could never even go close to birds before the serum because of well... asthma and allergies etc. Now he can, but sometimes he wishes his parrot had a cleaner mouth.

He's working on training it not to curse as much, but the training is not going very well. Mostly because Clint likes to sneak into Steves room and teach the parrot new (bad) words and encourage it to curse more. Steve is to yet to find out.

Bucky: Bucky has a dalmatian dog called Popcorn. She was firstly owned by an animal hoarder and didn't see the outside for the first two years of its life, so she's very hyper. Like jumps-up-the-walls -hyper. She has light brown patches on her skin, hence the name. (Also, it was inspired by the way she moves. Like a popped popcorn, totally unpredictable where it will go and fully charged with of energy)

The whole team takes part in making sure that she gets to let out her energy. In addition to the high-quality dog walker Tony hired, she trains on the stairs with Clint, does tricks with Peter, plays fetch with Thor, he also runs for hours with Bucky, Steve, and Nat in turns, who are the only ones with high enough stamina to keep up with her endless energy. (Sam claims that he does not like Popcorn, and therefore does not run with her, Bucky knows that it's bullcrap because he caught him watching Lassie with her the other week while curled up on the couch. He can't wait to rub it in Sam's face when the right moment comes.)

Thor: Thor does not have pets, but you do. A big Samoyed dog named Thor. 

Loki: Loki claims that he does not need or want pets because they are "pathetic mortal stuff". But everyone in the tower knows that he has a goldfish called Destroyer. Enough said.

Pietro: No pets. No animal can keep up with his speed. But he has always wanted to race a cheetah.

Bruce: Bruce has a lazy Persian cat called Matthew who lives at the lab. And I mean lazy, nothing will move him if he wants to sleep. Want your notes that are under him? Forget it. Need to use the microscope he happens to be laying in front of? Not gonna happen. Hulk making an appearance? He will not care. He will just open his eye a smidge to see what the hell is interrupting his sleep and go back to sleep.

Peter plays a game of "how many paper cups I can make a pyramid of on top of him before he moves and it collapses." At the moment, the record is one hundred and thirty-seven. Next time Peter's going for two hundred and he will bring a ladder. And Clint to help him with it.

Sam: He’s not a fan of animals. You own a leopard gecko, named Macy. She’s a bit of a old lady, being but she’s still lively and happy.

Stephen: No pets. You beg him nearly daily that you could get a dog, but so far, he's not giving in to your puppy dog eyes and constant begging. 

Clint: He found a completely white kitten with blue eyes from the shelter, and upon asking more about him, he learned that the kitten was deaf. To cut the long story short, he was home with Clint the next day. Even Nat isn't completely immune to Ghost's cuteness. Ghost and Popcorn (Bucky's dog) are best pals and Popcorn will go above and beyond to protect her little friend.

Peter P.: You own three hamsters named Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. Peter is super jealous, he has no pets as May is allergic but you always let him play with your pet trio. 

Peter Q.: Peter found a gray cat while he was cruizing space and thought it would be a perfect surprise for you. It was, and even more so when she ate a burglar that tried to force you out of the apartment. Upon asking the Avengers for help, Thor declared that it was a flerken. You still loved her with all your heart and refused to part with her, even if the others said she was dangerous. Her name is Hermione.

T'Challa: No pets.

Eddie/Venom: You cannot keep pets in the same apartment Venom is in, it is just impossible. So no pets. You tried a goldfish once, but it was gone the next morning, even after telling Venom not to eat it multiple times, so you decided to give up. 

Nat: She owns a completely black ferret, and the little critter carries the name Bullet. She’s feisty like her momma.

Wanda: Wanda has a black and white cat called Pippin. She's a Ragdoll and she is an absolute lovebug and loves to cuddle with everyone. She is almost constantly purring and she spends most of her days walking around the tower to see if anyone would pet her. If you are doing pushups you can be damn sure that she is sitting on your back, purring in a few minutes. No exceptions. Napping on the couch? Soon you have a purring roll next to your head. Or arm. Or leg. Wherever there is room.

A/n: I’m clearing my book list in Wattpad and an ancient volume of Marvel oneshots and found this and a couple of other works there, and I’m posting them here. But they will probably be my only Marvel ones I will write.

I will post a few probably today.

It really is

I felt like writing. So I did. The problem was that the clock was quite a lot, and I had stuff to so tomorrow, so I put an alarm so I wouldn’t get lost in writing for too long and could get to bed early enough. I start around 22.30.

First, I set the alarm at 00.00, midnight. I can read for a while after and then go back to bed.

00.00 - the alarm rings, I turn it off and add a second, 00.30. I’m in the middle of writing a oneshot. I will stop when I’m done with it.

00.30 - the alarm rings. I turn it off and set another one, 1.00. I finished the oneshot from earlier but inspiraation hit for another and here I am.

1.00 - alarm rings. I’m still in the middle of writing the oneshot. I’m in the zone. I set another alarm. 2.00. I wont read anything when I’m done, just head to bed right away after I finish. (Not a good idea)

2.00 - alarm rings. An angsty oneshot is coming. I cant stop, it will be ruined. A new alrm at 3.00.

3.00 - How the frick did I just write five and a half hours straight? My back is sore and eyes are watering. When I stand up my legs feel like they are made of wood.

Random TV-show idea

The main characters are identical twins. One of them is cis and other is trans.

It’s called “Who wore it better?”

And the kicker is, the audience isn’t told which one is which.

Oh my this is so good I’m actually shaking! I’m dead. Dead!

We Are Soulmates

Criminal Minds / Supernatural Crossover

Summary: After an unexpected trip to heaven you figure out who your soulmate is. Turns out the way to finding him was to get arrested. (Beginning is based on S:4 E:16 of Supernatural 'Dark Side of the Moon')

Paring: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 10,112

Warnings: Mentions of murder, angst, some cursing

A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you like it!

Dying hurt like a son of a bitch. The feel of bullets that lodged themselves into your chest was something you were sure to never forget. When you came to you weren’t in the run-down motel room that you and the Winchesters’ had checked into the night before. You were laying on a couch in a living room you had never seen. Slowly rising, you looked around taking in the room, the strangest of feelings blooming in your chest. It was as if you had chosen everything in the room yourself. From the furniture to the paint color on the walls to the architecture of the building, it felt right. It felt like home.

Spotting picture frames on a nearby wall you walk over to hopefully get an idea on who lived here. You felt in your gut that you belonged here, but you knew it wasn’t your home, until you found pictures of your current family, the Winchester’s, and Cas. Your happy moments throughout the years. Even one of you and your parents that made your eyes sting and you wondered if maybe you did belong. Some of the pictures, however, were of people you hadn’t met before, which confused you more. You moved past those. The next picture causes you to gasp and you pulled the frame from the wall. The picture is of you, the smile on your face lighting up the entire frame. Behind you stands a man you don’t recognize. His arms are wrapped around your shoulders as he too, smiles for the camera. With brown almost black hair cropped short, deep brown eyes with crinkles around them and a bright smile, the man took your breath away.

Not being able to help yourself you touch the glass wondering who this mysterious man is. Your pondering is interrupted as static fills the room causing you yelp and drop the picture. You frown down at the broken glass before turning around trying to find the source of the noise. The TV in the living room is now on, only static on the TV, you cautiously go over about to turn it off before the static starts morphing into something else. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion before you can finally see something in the static. Castiel.

“Y/N. Can you hear me?” Cas said through the fuzziness of the TV.

“Yeah. Cas, where am I?” You immediately asked.

“Heaven. My condolences.”

Memories from your final moments come flying to the forefront of your brain. The two masked men that ended up being hunters. Their anger at Sam and the blast of bullets as they shot the three of you in your beds.

You blink away the memories and the pain looking up at Cas’ face.

“What now?”

Cas then explains his plan find God and stop the apocalypse. He tells you how to get to Sam and Dean, then where to find the angel Joshua, who was rumored to speak to God. You follow his instructions and find the boys down the road inside a different house. The three of you are then chased down by the angel Zachariah who is hell bent on getting you back in your bodies so Sam and Dean can fulfil their destiny, only for you to find Joshua or really, he found you. All this only for you to all be disappointed to learn that God wasn’t going to help with the apocalypse. With a wave of his hand, Joshua sends you and the Winchesters’ back into your bodies.

You had been to heaven before, apparently, but this time you remembered everything. You remembered this time because of the conversation you had with Joshua, you knew that, but you couldn’t get the man from the picture out of your head. You were drawn to him for reasons you couldn’t understand, and you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It had been several days since you were brought back from the dead and you finally decided you needed some answers. Sam and Dean had gone on a food run and they left you and Cas in the motel room by yourselves. Cas was still drunk from his liquor store escapades, but you didn’t know when you would get another chance to talk to him alone.

“Hey Cas,” you asked.

“Yes, Y/n?” he answered his voice slightly slurred.

“Heaven. I, uh, had a few questions about Heaven..”

“What is it?” Cas asked.

“When I woke up there, I was in this house. It was perfect. Everything I’ve ever wanted, which I guess makes sense since it is heaven, but there was a picture on the wall that I just can’t get out of my head.” You felt a sense of relief in finally being able to get your thoughts out in the open. You looked up at the blue-eyed angel.

Cas tilted his head and his eyebrows pulled together. “What was the picture of?” he asked.

“It was of me and a man I have never seen before. We were both smiling.” you paused not sure if you should tell him the rest but figured being as truthful as possible will only help. “We, well, he had his arms wrapped around me. It almost felt like it was our home or something,” you knew it sounded crazy, but you didn’t know how else to describe it.

“Ah,” Cas said. “Of course.”

“What? Do you know who it is?” the anticipation bubbles up into your voice and you sound almost desperate.

“Well, that is your soulmate,” Cas said. “When you both die that is the heaven that you will share. When one of you dies the other will wait there until the other arrives.” Cas’ eyes locked on your face waiting for your reaction.

You can’t say anything at first. Your heart is in your throat and you must look away from Cas so he can’t see the battle going on behind your eyes. The first thing you feel is incomprehensible happiness. You never thought that you could have a soulmate. As a hunter your dating history was non-existent, and you figured you would never have that. You had come to terms with it and had made peace.

Now though, to know there was someone out there that you were meant to be with made your heart soar; only to have it come crashing down with the knowledge that you could never bring another person into the life you had made for yourself. No one deserved that. Even if your heart broke at the thought of never knowing the man in the picture.

Ignorant of the battle raging in your head Cas continued, “I don’t know his name but if I am able to take a look into your soul, I could find out for you.”

“No,” came your immediate response. If you knew a name it would be easier for you to find him. You would never be able to resist that. “It’s okay. I was just curious,” you finally meet Cas’ eyes. His eyes were wide as they searched yours, any trace of drunkenness seeming to be gone. “Thanks,” you hoped he would drop the subject. You even tried to give him a smile in reassurance, but you were sure it came out more as a grimace.

That had been several years ago. Life went on and you and the Winchesters faced many trials. Not everything was bad though. After so long on the road you had found the bunker and finally had somewhere to call home. Over the years you tried to keep the man from the picture, your soulmate, out of your mind. Focus on what was going on around you, but no matter what life threw at you, you were never able to keep the man from the picture far from your thoughts. He was always there right below the surface.

Sam and Dean had found out about your secret not long after you guys had died and come back. Dean had been more understanding about your reasoning for not looking for the man. Sam had thought you should try and get out of the life. That this was the perfect opportunity for it. Maybe he had been right, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to leave this life. Leave Sam, Dean and Cas to fight the next big bad. They were your family, and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave them. So here you were, in the library of the bunker searching for a case with your family.

“Wait, listen to this. There has been a series of kills where the victims had their heads cut off.” Sam said, looking up at Dean and I over his laptop screen.

“Sounds like someone is killing some vamps.” Dean replied, leaning back in his chair, and propping his feet up on the table. “Maybe we should just leave them to it.” You shrugged a shoulder in agreement with Dean.

“They must be fairly new hunters if they are being this obvious.” Sam said squinting back at the screen. “I think we should still check it out. At least show them the ropes.”

That was all it took for the three of us to head east toward Bloomington, Indiana where the last vamp kill was.

Finding out that it was Krissy, the hunter’s daughter that helped us out a few years back was a shock. Then being told that her father had died at the hands of a vampire brought everything into the light. She and two other teens were looking for revenge for their loved one’s deaths and honestly you couldn’t blame them. However, that didn’t change the fact that they were being reckless. You had followed Krissy and her friends when they had left the house while Sam and Dean tried to get more information from their ‘foster dad’.

What you hadn’t realized was that the FBI was in town.

The sound of tires crunching against gravel had your head flying towards the door of the barn you currently stood in with Krissy and her two friends. From the sound of it there was more than one vehicle and none of them were Dean’s car. You would know that sound of the Impala anywhere. Turning back towards the teens you all looked down at the decapitated body laying at your feet. You knew they couldn’t be found here, and if they found you, they wouldn’t go looking for Krissy and her friends. You hoped.

“Go!” you shouted as quietly as possible. “You can’t be found here,” You said. They all stare at you and you meet Krissy’s wide eyes, the bloody machete still clutched in her hand.

“What about you?” she asked. You could tell panic was starting to settle in and you didn’t have time to console her.

“I’ll be fine. Go back to Sam and Dean. They will be able to help me.”

That clearly is enough. She gave you a curt nod, determination pooling in her eyes. Her and the other two run out that back of the barn as you hear footsteps heading for the front of the barn.

As the back door is shut behind Krissy, the front door is shoved open. “FBI!” is shouted by a built bald man. His eyes meet yours for a second before moving to the body laying at your feet. His already raised gun is trained on you in the next second. You automatically bring your hands up as he and several other agents surrounded you shouting for you to get on the ground. You don’t say anything to them, not wanting to make this worse on yourself. A woman with blonde hair cuffs you and reads you your Miranda Rights before leading you outside with the help of a tall skinny man on your other side.

They put you in the back of a squad car; the woman forcefully pushes your head down. Your heart is in your throat as you stare out the window as the squad car pulls away from the barn. You take in deep breaths through your nose and try to calm your racing heart. Sam and Dean had been arrested several times before and they had gotten out of it. That was before you had an angel on your side too. They would be able to get you out. You had to have faith in that, or you would start panicking. Before you are turned fully away from the barn you could have sworn you see the profile of a man that looked vaguely familiar. It’s not enough for you to pinpoint where from so you let it go. You have more important things to worry about.

The Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI all stood around the body that lay in the middle of the barn. The head was off to the side, its eyes still open seeming to peer up at the agents. Dr. Spencer Reid looked away from the eyes a slight chill running down his spine. It’s crazy what can still affect him after all the crap he had seen.

“There is no murder weapon, at least one that we can find, but the victim had to have just been killed. He is still warm.” David Rossi said from where he was currently knelt next to the body. He pulled his eyes away from the headless corpse to look around at his team.

“The amount of force it takes to decapitate someone, even with something like a machete, which based on the wound is what had to be used, is–.” Reid started off, only to be interrupted by Derek Morgan.

“A lot of force.” he finished his eyes still on the body in front of him and his arms were crossed over his chest. “This doesn’t make sense. She wouldn’t have been able to do this without a weapon and we’ve searched everywhere. There isn’t one here.” Morgan waves his arm out over the rest of the barn, his voice elevating with the frustration. The rest of the team is feeling it too.

“Maybe there were other people here and they left before we made it into the barn.” Emily Prentiss said looking around at the group.

“That is very likely.”

They all whip their heads around to the sheriff that they were consulting with on the case.

“There are three sets of foot prints out this back door. They could have made a run for it when they heard us coming,” the sheriff continued.

“Why wouldn’t she have run too?” Jennifer Jareau wondered. “If the others were able to get away, who’s to say she couldn’t have.”

“She could have stayed to take the fall,” Aaron Hotchner jumped in. “Maybe she was trying to protect them.” There was a moment of silence while they thought then Hotch continued. “Morgan, Reid and I will go back to the precinct to question the suspect. JJ, Prentiss, and Rossi, you stay. See if you can find anything else out here and if you can find out where the other people that were in the barn went. Once you are done here, meet us back at the station.”

Back at the precinct, you were sitting in an interrogation room waiting for someone to come in. There was a two-way mirror in front of you and you were sure there were agents on the other side staring at you, waiting for you to give something away. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. You had been in more dire situations than this. Granted this was the first time you had been arrested but a couple of FBI agents were nothing compared to a demon with a knife and a hatred for anything Winchester.

You sat a still as you could manage. You had never been one to sit in one spot for long. Always needing to move around. It didn’t help that your nerves were on the rise the longer you sat there but you knew that was their game. Instead of focusing on the agents surely standing on the other side waiting to come in and get you to confess, you focused on what you had control over. How you were going to play this so it would end with you walking out the door free. You had to admit the odds weren’t in your favor but everything they had was circumstantial. However, finding you standing over a decapitated body was damning evidence.

After an immeasurable amount of time, which was probably only ten minutes, in walked the same man that had first pointed the gun at you in the barn. Behind him was a tall man that was dressed in a suit. Your eyes lifted to his face and are met with familiar brown eyes. Your eyes widened and you froze in your chair, your heart pounding, and your plans of talking your way out of everything flew out the window. The last several years of not looking meant nothing. Trying to keep him away from the dangers of your world. To keep him safe. All of it. For nothing.

There stood your soulmate and you greedily took him in. This was so much better than a picture you had slowing been forgetting even as you had fought to remember. The details of him fading away as your struggled to keep them close but now, with him in front of you, it was like you had been drowning and your head finally broke the surface. He and the other agent shared a glance at your obvious recognition. You immediately dropped your eyes to the table, scolding yourself and trying to bring back some composure. You had to focus if you were going to get out of this.

“I’m SSA Derek Morgan and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner. We are with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” Agent Morgan said as he took a seat across from you. Great, behavioral analysis. That is going to make getting out of this even harder. Aaron Hotchner stayed by the door; his arms crossed over his chest. You peeked a look at him. Aaron. As much as it was a relief to finally know his name, it also brought a pang to your chest. The more you knew about him that meant it would be that much harder to stay away. You knew you were not meant to have this.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Morgan asked.

“Because you found me standing over a dead body,” you bluntly stated, your mental capacity absorbed by the man standing across the room.

Morgan shrugged one shoulder in agreement, “Yeah we did and as much as I would love for you to explain that we have a more important question.”

You stare at him for a second trying to bring your focus back to Agent Morgan. You couldn’t be distracted by Aaron if you were going to get out of this.

“And what would that be?” You asked, keeping your focus on Morgan.

“We ran your prints through our data base and didn’t get a hit, so no priors,” Morgan answered looking at the file in his hand. “You didn’t have an ID on you.” Morgan closed the file before resting his elbows on the table separating you, leaning toward you. “So, we have no idea who you are.” He finished.

You mirrored his position, “That does seem to be a problem.” You stated sarcasm slipping into your tone. Morgan searched your eyes, for what you weren’t sure.

“Who are you?” he asked. You take your eyes from his not sure if you should share your identity. You know eventually you will have to, but you are afraid that knowing who you are will bring them to Sam and Dean.

Like there is a pull between the two of you, your eyes move away from Agent Morgan and they automatically land on Aaron, still standing across the room. Your eyes meet and you are unable to look away. Again, you are drinking him in and everything else faded away. Unbeknownst to you, Aaron is also unable to look away.

Morgan looked between the two of you. Hotch relaxed his stance and his arms fell to his side. It was as if you couldn’t take your eyes off each other. You already had a strange reaction to seeing Hotch. The look Morgan and Hotch shared confirmed that Agent Hotchner had never seen you before. Something weird was going on, though and from the look on his face, Morgan knew that Hotch wouldn’t be able to play the bad cop with you like planned.

“Hey!” Morgan slammed his hand down on the table causing you to jump and tear your eyes back to him. “I’m talking to you, not him. Now answer my question. Who are you?”

From the corner of his eye Morgan sees Hotch look down seeming to shake himself out of whatever the hell that was. This was going to complicate things. Whatever this was.

You open and close your mouth, struggling to decide what you should do. Morgan was about to turn up the act a notch before you finally respond.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you murmured. At the sound of your name Morgan gets up and leaves the room, planning on getting on the phone with Garcia. Plus getting that was like pulling teeth; maybe Hotch could get more out of you.

Aaron stares after Morgan for a moment before turning back to you. He walked over to the table and took a seat across from you. You watch his movements, still amazed that you had found him; or more like he had found you. He stares down at his hands where they are resting together on the table, his fingers intertwined. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head and you wondered if he would ask about the clear connection you two had. Even though you were soulmates that didn’t mean that you knew when you met your other half. The only reason you were aware of soulmates at all is because one of your best friends is an angel. If you had not died all those years prior and saw the two of you in that frame, you might have assumed this was just mutual attraction. Attraction that you had never felt for another person before, but attraction none the less.

Finally looking up and meeting his eyes you are blown away with how deep they are. You swear you could see all the way to his soul. Okay, maybe not just attraction.

“We found footprints outside of the back door of the barn.” Aaron said, and you are surprised with the direction he decides to go in. Your heart rate picks up knowing that they know about Krissy and her friends. “We know that there were other people in that barn right before we got there. The fact that we couldn’t find a murder weapon backs up that theory. If you cooperate in this investigation, we can let you walk free.” You stare at him, shocked that this is the way they are deciding to play this. Was he even in a position to promise something like that? For a moment you consider making something up. Fabricating three other people that could have decapitated the vampire, not that they knew that’s what it was. You shake your head. If you let them think that you knew that other people had been in barn with you that could lead them to Krissy and her friends. You couldn’t let that happen but maybe you could convince him of something else entirely.

“There was no one else there,” You said. “I thought I heard something in the barn. I walked in and found the body there. I was about to call the cops when you guys showed up.” You lean back and cross your arms. Portraying confidence. Hopefully, claiming that you had found the body like that would be enough for them to let you go. Anyone could have been there before you to decapitate them. Even in your head it sounds dumb. You aren’t on you’re A-game and you knew it had everything to do with the distracting man sitting across from you.

Aaron leans forward in his chair is eyes searching your face. The two of you stare at each other for a moment. You know he is trying to get read on you and you are afraid of what he will find. You had spent years lying to people of authority but lying to a profiler was above your pay grade. You were good; you just didn’t know if you were that good.

“Why didn’t you mention that before now?’ He asked.

“You guys didn’t really give me the chance to,” you retorted. “Even if I had, would you still have arrested me?” You leaned forward propping your elbows on the table between the two of you, mirroring each other.

“Yes.” Aaron said holding your eyes. “You would still be a suspect. Like you said, we did find you standing over a dead body.” A light pause, deep brown eyes still staring into yours. You idly wonder if he can hear your heart pounding. “This is the third body to show up in a matter of weeks. If this is your doing, you’ve been busy.”

You sighed, breaking his gaze, and staring at your hands on the table trying to figure out your next move. “I would like my phone call now.” You decided. You needed to talk to Sam and Dean.

Aaron rose from the table and left the room. He came back a second later with keys to unlock your wrists from the cuffs. Slightly confused as to why he took them off, you rose to your feet where he grabbed your arm and you let out a gasp as tingles radiated from where he touched you. Your eyes shot up to his wide eyes. He took a deep breath before pulling you from the room.

There were agents right outside the room that you recognized from the barn. Aaron pulled you along keeping you beside him and his hand gentle on your arm. You stare up at him, taking in his profile not being able to take your eyes off him. Damn, you needed to get yourself together. He stopped you in front of a desk in the main lobby of the precinct and brings the phone that was at the corner of the desk closer to you.

“You can have a seat here. You have five minutes.” He leaned against the side the desk and you realized you weren’t going to have any privacy.

Dean picked up the phone at the first ring.

“Hello?” he barked.

“Dean,” you breathed. You noticed Aaron’s shoulders tensed as you said the, clearly male, name.

“Where the hell are you?” he said an edge of panic in his voice. You could vaguely hear Sam asking if it was you on the phone.

“I’m at the police precinct.” You look up at Aaron not sure how much you should say.

Before you can say more Dean interrupts, “We know what happened and we are so sorry. We should have gone with you. We are going to find a way to get you out. We just aren’t sure how, but we will. Oh, and Sam is here too.”

“Hey Y/N/N. How are you holding up?”

“Hey Sammy. I’ve been better.” You chuckled without humor. “It’s bad. I don’t know if I’m going to get out of this one.”

“Hey, none of that. We’ve been in situations worse than this. We will find something. You just need to hang in there. Don’t admit to anything,” Sam said, and you could almost picture the look of determination on his face.

“Okay. Yeah, I won’t.” You responded feeling better about the situation now that you knew Sam and Dean were trying to find a way to help you.

“I got a hold of Cas earlier. He is heading this way too.” Dean said.

“Good. I’m glad he will be back with us.” Cas ran off on his own too much and you all missed him when he was gone. Especially Dean.

“It’s going to be okay. We will figure something out.” Dean repeated, trying to make you feel better.

“I know. I trust you guys. It’s just…” You don’t know how to finish. Telling Sam and Dean that you were scared was one thing, but you didn’t want Aaron to be aware of that.

“We know. We’ve been there.” Dean reassured you.

Aaron glances down at you, then points down to his watch. You take that for what it is, but you have one more question.

“Should I ask for a lawyer?” You asked.

“Well should she Sammy?” Dean inquired clearly letting the would-be lawyer take that question on.

“It would probably be better if you did. We have had them in the past. That way they can’t try and pull a fake confession out of you.” Sam advised.

“Maybe I should just tell the truth,” You said. Aaron whipped his head down to look at you, questions clear in his eyes. You held his gaze and wondered if this man would believe you. Maybe if he knew the truth he would even try and help you out of this mess. Or he would try and lock you up for being mentally insane. The latter is probably closer to reality.

“That is always I tight rope to walk,” Dean cautioned. At the sound of Dean’s voice, you broke eye contact with Aaron.

“Yeah, you should really think about that before you do.” Sam added.

“You might be right,” You said. “I have to go. They are wanting me to get off the phone.”

“Okay. Just be careful. We’ll figure this out.” Dean said.

“I know you will. I–I love you guys.” You professed. You and the guys weren’t big on saying the L word, but you didn’t know when you would see them again.

“We love you too Y/N,” Sam said softly.

“Yeah, we do,” Dean confirmed.

With a small smile on your face and a quiet goodbye you hung up the phone. You sat there for a second absorbed in your thoughts before Aaron pulled you from them.

“I have to take you back to the interrogation room.” He murmured, gently placing his hand on your arm. You nod your head not ready to go back to the tiny room. Lifting your hand, you almost place it over Aarons before you realized what you are doing and quickly lower it, standing in hope to disguise the awkwardness. He guides you back to the room just as he had led you away. He sets you back at the table not re-cuffing you to your surprise. He holds your eyes for a moment before turning and leaving the room.

Aaron shuts the door behind him and is met with the eyes of his team.

“Would you like to explain what the hell is going on between you two?” Morgan stated, genuinely confused as to why he was acting this way. He, or the rest of the team, had never seen Hotch this distracted.

“What Morgan is trying to say,” Rossi intervened. “Is that there seems to be something going on between the two of you. Do you know her from somewhere?”

“No, I–,” Hotch looked around at his team not really knowing what he should tell them because he didn’t really know what was going on himself. He had never felt this immediate connection to someone before. Of course, it had to be a suspect in a murder investigation. “I wish I knew what this was.” He told them looking down with a shake of his head. “I can’t even wrap my head around it. Let alone try and explain it to you guys.” He raised his head, meeting the eyes of ever one on the team. “I will get a handle on it though. I won’t let it interfere with the investigation.”

As he finished, Morgan’s phone started to ring.

“Hey baby girl,” Morgan said putting the call on speaker. “You’re on speaker. What do you got for me?”

“Hello, my lovelies. I found more about our mystery woman. Y/N Y/L/N was born in (readers hometown) to (readers parents). When Y/N was 16 years old, and this is where it gets sad, there was a break in that resulted in the murder of both of her parents. The–uh the Unsub well, he tore them apart. Y/N was never found. It was assumed she had been abducted and later she was pronounced dead when no leads popped up. That is until now, where she seems to be alive and well.”

“And now she might be cutting off people heads.” Rossi stated. Hotch turned towards the two-way glass staring at you sitting at the table. He felt a deep sadness at the thought of you going through all of that and who knew what you had gone through since that night.

“So, there is no other trace of her?” JJ asked. “No bank statements or home addresses?”

“Nope, nothing. If there had been something, I would have found it. It was like she was living totally off the grid, which is ridiculously hard to pull off.” Garcia confirmed.

“If she had been with the person that did this to her family all of this time–,” Emily shook her head not wanting to entertain the thought.

“Did you get a name for who she called?” Spencer asked Hotch, who finally turned away from the two-way glass.

“Yeah. One was named Dean. The other she called Sammy,” He said. “But she did mention another man. She said she would be glad that he was back with them, but she didn’t mention his name.”

“I can work with that,” Garcia’s voice came through the speaker. “I will get back to you in a jiffy.” The line clicks.

“Three men? Could these be the Unsubs?” Morgan asked.

“The footprints found at the scene were too small to be that of grown men. It either had to be teenagers or women.” Spencer answered.

“She said she loved them.” Hotch blurted, not being able to keep it in anymore. It had been eating at him since she had said it, for reasons he didn’t yet want to consider.

The team all stared at him, bewilderment clear on their faces.

“Are we thinking Stockholm Syndrome then?” JJ is the first to speak, voicing what everyone was thinking.

“She doesn’t seem to be a victim of Stockholm Syndrome,” Rossi said. “We could be wrong but that also doesn’t fit into the profile.”

“She doesn’t fit into the profile.” Hotch shook his head, knowing that deep down in his gut. “And I don’t believe she has Stockholm Syndrome. How she acted on the phone with them, it doesn’t fit.”

“So maybe she hasn’t been with her parents’ murderers this entire time,” Emily suggested.

“But who then?” Spencer asked. “It is nearly impossible for a sixteen-year-old to completely live completely off the grid like that, especially with no experience doing so.”

“That’s what we need to figure out,” Rossi stated the team nodding in agreement.

“There’s one more thing.” Hotch was looking through the glass at Y/N again. “Y/N asked them if she should tell the truth.” Everyone whipped their heads in Hotch’s direction.

“That’s something we can work with,” Morgan said confidently.

This time when the door opens Aaron and a female agent that you vaguely recognize from the crime scene, comes through the door. They both take a seat in front of you, Aaron pulling out the chair for the other agent. She gives him a smile and a feeling you can’t quite name pulls at your stomach.

“Y/N this is SSA Prentiss. She is also a part of the BAU.” Aaron said not taking his eyes off Agent Prentiss, a soft look in his eyes and the feeling in your stomach worsens. Agent Prentiss smiles shyly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. You knew finding him was too good to be true.

Aaron finally turns to you and doesn’t meet your eyes, but he does open one of the files they walked in with.

“Miss Y/LN, it seems you have been living of the grid for a long time.” Aaron started finally looking up at you, trying to put some distance between the two of you with the use of your last name.

You cleared your throat, pushing emotions down. So, it’s Miss Y/L/N now? “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, we were wondering why.” He said leaning toward you.

“That doesn’t matter.” You had yet to decide if you should tell them about the hunting, figuring it probably would only make matters worse at this point.

“Your last known address was one that you lived in with your parents before they were killed.” Prentiss said laying out a picture of your childhood home in front of you. You pick up the picture staring at it, you can feel tears pooling in your eyes. It still felt like it was yesterday. Hell, you still had nightmares about that night. How could they have found that, and what did it have to do with anything?

“I still don’t know what that has to do with this.” You whispered afraid of your voice breaking if you spoke any louder. You set the picture down looking away from it.

“Ever since that night, there has been no record of you anywhere. No home addresses. No credit card payments. Nothing even made out in your name.” Prentiss moved another picture toward you, this time it was of you and your parents. It had been taken a few years before their deaths, for their church directory. It had hung in the living room of your family home since it was taken. This time you couldn’t hold back the tears.

“How did you find this?” You breathed, not picking this picture up knowing holding it in your hands would be too much. You hadn’t been able to take a picture of your family with you when Sam and Dean had rescued you from your home that night. There hadn’t been time. This was the first time you were seeing your parents’ faces in years.

“Who took you from your house that night, Y/N?” Prentiss said gently, trying to coax you.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Hotch was glad that Prentiss was taking the lead on this. His fists were clenched on his lap as he watched the tears fall from your eyes. He had an uncontrollable urge to wipe them away, to comfort you. Just like he had when he saw the flash of pain in your eyes at the act he and Prentiss were putting forward.

While Hotch fought his internal battle, Prentiss kept questioning you. “Was it the people that killed your family?”

“What?” You asked staring at Prentiss in confusion. “You think that I have been with my parents’ murderer this entire time?” You shook your head as a hysteric laugh bubbled out. Realization washing over you and your blood starting to boil. “You think that if I had been with that monster,” your lips curl around the word, “this entire time it would fit right in with your investigation. The poor victim turned murderer because she had been brainwashed by a monster for over a decade.” You snarled at Prentiss flabbergasted by the conclusion they had made. Fury burning through your veins at the thought of the demon that took your world from you. “Well, I’m sorry to ruin your little theory but that black eyed bitch got what was coming to him. He’s dead.”

You looked between Prentiss and Aaron both obviously surprised by your little speech. “I want a lawyer.” You fumed.

“Y/N–,” Aaron started, not sure what he was going to say but he felt like he needed to say something.

“I said,” You leaned forward on your elbows getting into Aaron’s space as much as you are able with a table between you. “I want a fucking lawyer.” You leaned back in your chair again, crossing your arms and looking away from the two agents. A clear dismissal. Aaron and Prentiss get up and leave the room knowing they weren’t going to get anymore from you. Aaron looking at you one last time before he closes the door behind him. Once the door closes, you let a tear trail down your cheek.

Outside of the room, Prentiss turned towards Hotch. “I’m sorry. That’s not how I thought she would react. She has been so levelheaded this entire time.”

“It’s not your fault. She asked if she should lawyer up while she was on the phone. This was going to happen eventually.” Hotch comforted her.

“So that didn’t go as planned,” Rossi stated. “But Garcia did find something while you were in there.”

In the conference room the team stood around the table listening to Garcia. “I hope I am wrong but, I believe who Y/N was talking to was Sam and Dean Winchester. This took a lot to dredge up. Especially, considering the two are supposed to be dead several times over. They have been charged with mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecrations, breaking and entering, armed robbery, kidnapping, and three counts of first-degree murder. Their last known whereabouts was their arrests by FBI Agent Hendrickson, but they were to have thought to have died in the fire that took Agent Hendrickson’s life along with two officers and a secretary that worked at the station.”

“Wait, I remember that case. Agent Hendrickson thought he had them in Milwaukee, but they got away. They have been on the FBI’s Most Wanted List for years but were taken off when they were thought to be dead,” Rossi stated.

“How do you know they are alive then?” Hotch asked, wanting to be sure before they assumed anything. His insides clenched at the thought of you being with them this entire time.

“They are good, sir but not that good. I used facial recognition to scan through security cameras around the town trying to find some trace of them and I found them leaving a gas station on the corner of Walnut and Grimes in a 1967 black Chevrolet Impala.” Garcia finished with a flourish.

“So, if she has been with them this entire time, her being involved in these murders is very plausible. Even if she was just along for the ride.” Morgan concluded, confident that they had figured you out.

“That is too big of a coincidence for it not to be them,” JJ remarked.

“It also looks like we have two more possible Unsubs for this case,” Rossi added.

“I must say my dear friends, do be careful with these two men. They are highly dangerous and have cheated death on more than one occasion,” Garcia warned. The team took in her warning, staggered that this case had become as big as it had.

“So, what about her parents then? I think it is safe to say that her parents’ killer is dead. She seemed very confided in that fact,” JJ said changing the subject now that they were more confident in your involvement.

“And that Sam and Dean are probably the ones that killed him or hell maybe she killed him.” Morgan added.

“Do we think that maybe they were the ones that killed the parents?” Reid asked.

“I don’t think so. She called the killer a ‘black eyed bitch.’ That must mean that she saw the killer and she seems confident that they are dead,” Rossi determined.

“I did think that was strange.” Hotch muttered. “I’ve never heard someone refer to a person that way.”

“Black eyes?” Reid wondered. “Could that have to do with race? Something derogatory?” He looked around at the team.

“Maybe,” Prentiss considered. “But that’s not how I took it. She called the person a monster. She emphasized it. It could be a characteristic of that specific person or she could mean a characteristic of someone evil.”

“That is true, in a lot of biblical mythology, demons, the embodiment of evil, are said to have black eyes.” Spencer tacked on.

The team is silent for a couple of moments taking in what Prentiss and Reid said, not really knowing where to go from there. Hotch is the first to break the silence, “Garcia, try and dig up more about Sam and Dean Winchester. They seem to be in the middle of all of this and the more information we can get on them they closer we will be to finding out who did this. Also try and find a location on them. We need to bring them in.” Hotch instructed.

“Of course, sir. I’ll get right back to you. Garcia, over and out!” Garcia hangs up the phone.

Armed with this new information, the team decides to switch it up and send in Reid to talk to you. Not that anyone said it, but they think if they get Hotch out of the room, you won’t be as distracted.

While the team is discussing what they have found out, you talk with your lawyer and she explains to you your rights and the two of you try and come up with a game plan. Having her their makes you feel better to a point, but you truly don’t know how much she can help you.

When the door opens again, it is not an agent that you have seen in this room before, but you do recognize him from the barn.

“Hello, I am Dr. Spencer Reid. It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” Reid said as he sets a few files down on the table. He shakes your hand, as well as your lawyers before taking a seat. You are disappointed that Aaron isn’t in here this time, but you aren’t surprised that they decided to change it up. You are sure that the rest of the agents are watching behind the glass.

“Y/N, if I may ask, what is your relationship to Dean and Sam Winchester?”

The blood in your veins run cold. How could they have found out about Sam and Dean? “Excuse me?” You stammered.

“What is your relationship to Dean and Sam Winchester?” Dr. Reid repeated.

“I–I don’t know a Sam or Dean Winchester,” You said.

“Are you sure about that?” Reid asked.

“Yes.” You try and say confidently. You aren’t sure how well it works.

“Well, we know they are in town.” Reid said, pulling picture from one of the files. It is of Sam and Dean at a gas station the three of you stopped at when you came into town. From the time stamp you are positive you were in the back seat of the Impala in this picture trying to find out more about the case as Dean filled up the tank and Sam grabbed some food. You look up from the picture and meet Reid’s eyes. He holds your gaze, and you are the first to look away.

“What does this have to do with the current case?” your lawyer spoke up. Thank God.

“Y/N mentioned the names Dean and Sammy on the phone earlier.” You try and keep your composure, but you are almost certain you tensed up. “Our technical analyst was able to break down who it was Y/N was talking to.” Reid continued, he turned away from your lawyer and met your eyes. “If this is the Dean and Sam she was talking to, then we are going to have to bring them in as suspects on this case.”

“May I ask why?” your lawyer replied.

“Dean and Sam Winchester have been charged in the past with mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecrations, breaking and entering, kidnapping and three counts of first-degree murder. We know there were at least two other people at the crime scene, and we believe that your client is covering for them,” Reid finished.

You were so fucked. Them knowing about Sam and Dean changed everything. You couldn’t let them get to them. You had come in here to try and protect Krissy and her friends but now you were going to have to protect Sam and Dean. There was no way in hell you were going to let them go down for this. They had saved the world on more than one occasion and they were your family.

“Okay,” You quaked “I’ll tell you everything.” You meet Reid’s eyes and try and steel yourself for what you are about to do. “But only on one condition.”

“Wait, you don’t want to do tha–,” your lawyer started but Reid cut her off.

“What is that?” he asked leaning toward you.

“I will only tell Agent Aaron Hotchner,” You declared.

A half an hour later, only you and Aaron are sitting across from each other in the interrogation room. The team is still on the other side of the two-way glass and a camera was set up in the corner of the room. You and Aaron are holding each other gazes and he wondered what you were about to tell him. Why bringing up Sam and Dean Winchester had brought on that type of reaction from you.

“You can start whenever you are ready,” Aaron said trying to keep his voice soft and reassuring.

Taking a deep breath, you begin. “My parents were murdered when I was sixteen, but I am sure not in the way that you think.” Your eyes are cast down. Aaron kept his eyes on you trying his best to read you.

“I know you’ve read the file, so I don’t have to explain to you what that thing did to them. But uh– after that monster was done with my parents it came for me. I had stayed hiding in my room too afraid to leave.” You shake your head still looking down. “Before it could get to me, two men came in, killed the monster and saved my life.” You finally look up and meet Aaron’s eyes. “Those men were Sam and Dean Winchester.”

“So, you are saying that Sam and Dean committed murder?” Aaron clarified.

You take a frustrated breath and continue your story ignoring Aaron implication. He takes note of the protectiveness you have for the Winchesters with a twist in his gut. He doesn’t want to think about why.

“Dean took me outside and explained what he and his brother did. They hunt monsters.” Present tense. “Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and what killed my parents. Demons.” They had convinced you of the existence of monsters. That is the last thing he expected.

“Demons? What do you mean by that?” Aaron wanted clarification. A demon could mean something evil not necessarily the biblical meaning.

“I mean a demon. From hell. It’s all real. Heaven and hell. Angels and demons. God and Lucifer. It’s all real.” It’s only the years of interrogations and keeping his cool under high pressure situations that keeps his eyebrows from shooting up and his eyes from widening. They got you to believe that a demon from hell killed your family. Aaron wasn’t sure where he stood on the subject of God especially after Haley’s death but the confidence you had in the existence of the supernatural floored him; it was more than you just believing it. You had seen it.

“You don’t believe me?” she asked clearly taking his silence for disbelief.

“Believing in God is one thing but believing that demons and monsters walk the earth is something else entirely,” he said. “If what you are saying is true, what does that have to do with the murder you are suspected for?”

“The body that you found me standing over in the barn was a vampire,” you told him.

“Is there a way you can prove that?” he asked.

“The gums,” she said. “If you press down on them fangs will extract.” Aaron knows on the other end of the glass someone on his team is calling the M.E. to verify your story. “So, are you saying that you killed a vampire?” he asked.

“I never said that.” You replied with a shake of your head. “He was a vampire, but I didn’t kill him.”

“Did Sam and Dean?” Aaron questioned.

“No, they didn’t”

Until then he can’t let the thought that the world is vastly different then he original believed get to him, so he decides to back track on something else you said.

“When you mentioned heaven and hell among other things being real, you seemed very confident in that fact.” Aaron said placing his elbows on the table and leaning towards you. When he did, your breath hitched, and he can’t help but let his eyes fall to your parted lips. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and he forced himself to bring his eyes back to yours.

“That’s because I am.” You murmured. A sigh escapes your lips and your shoulders hunch over. You stay like that for a moment before straightening your back and lifting your head. However, you don’t meet his eyes.

“About five years ago, Sam, Dean and I stopped at a motel right outside of Milwaukee for the night.” You bring your hands together on the table wringing them together. You’re nervous. Was it the story? Or what my reaction will be?

“Two men, fellow hunters, broke into our room that night. They had a grudge against Sam.” A huff. “They shot him in the chest before we could stop them. They knew that Dean and I would want revenge, so they shot both of us too.” He couldn’t stop is eyes from widening this time as ice ran into his veins. He took a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth. She is right in front of me. She’s fine.

“Everything went black and when I came to…” Your eyes are far away now, and he wonders what you are seeing. “I was laying on a couch, in a house I had never been in before. Yet, it felt like…home,” You shook your head like you didn’t believe what you are saying. “The house, the furniture even the paint on the wall, was all something that I would pick out for myself.” You smile, lighting up your whole face. Aaron’s heart skips a beat. Your smile shouldn’t affect him that much.

“There were pictures hanging on the wall. Some were of my family. Sam, Dean and Cas. There was even the family portrait you showed me earlier.” She paused again her gaze on her hands. “There were others, but I didn’t pay attention to them. I didn’t recognize the people in them but then–,” a sigh escaped her lips before she wet them. Does she have to draw attention to her lips? He shakes his head to clear it. “I picture on the wall drew my attention. It was of me and a man that I had never seen before.” She finally brings her eyes up to meet his. “His arms are wrapped around me from behind, and we are both smiling.” The corner of her lips pulls up into a smile. He was entranced hanging on her every word, and he needed to know the ending because these feelings he has had since he laid eyes on her were about to be answered. He just knew it.

“I don’t think I have ever looked that happy.” a sigh escaped her lips. Aaron held his breath waiting for her next words. “I was in Heaven.” She said her eyes staying on Aaron’s, trying to convey more through eye contact then through words alone. As Aaron stared into the depths of her eyes trying to see behind the beauty of them and the pounding of his own heart, he realized what she was trying to convey.

I was in Heaven. That sentence alone wasn’t out of the ordinary. People proclaimed that things they enjoyed were like heaven all the time but with the silent conversation being had with their eyes and the words she had declared earlier with a strong conviction ringing in his head, he knew that she was being quite literal. He knew it in his bones that she was telling the truth no matter how much his mind wanted to fight the notion.

“You were in Heaven.” Aaron murmured clearly making a statement. Another sigh passed through her parted lips and her shoulders relaxed from her ridged posture. He believed her.

“Yes, and after some unfortunate events, an angel named Joshua brought Sam, Dean and I back to life.” Even though he wanted to ask so many questions the evidence of this was right in front of him. You. Alive and breathing. There was no logical way he could believe that you had been in heaven and not believe that an angel had brought you back to life.

“Eventually, I asked our friend, Castiel, who is also an angel, about the man in the picture. Who he was and why there was a picture of him and I together in heaven? He told me that the man was my soulmate and that eventually when we both die; we will be together in heaven.” She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “He asked me if I wanted to know who he was and I knew if he told me, I would search the ends of the Earth until I found him. I have always wanted to find someone to live my life with but with what I do, it’s hard to find someone who would understand that or who I would want to bring into that life. I knew that I couldn’t do that though. I couldn’t put someone that I knew I would end up loving in danger like that. I would never forgive myself if something happened to him because of what I do but the Winchester’s, Cas, they are my family. I couldn’t leave them either. So, I picked the family I already had, and I told Cas I didn’t want to know.”

Aaron’s heart was in his throat and he fought to keep his breathing under control. Soulmate?His chest tightened. First, he wondered who this man could be and why the thought of Y/N being with someone else made his heart ache in his chest. None of this made sense. What you spoke of couldn’t be true. Believing in Heaven was one thing but believing in soulmates? There was no logical explanation for it. Or maybe the thought of you being destined for someone else was too painful of a fate.

Your eyes had yet to leave Aaron’s face. He could feel your eyes on him even though he was looking down at his hands folded on the table, his mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings that he couldn’t get a hold of. It was just too much. Before he could get a hold of himself, you continued talking.

“I went on like that for years,” you said. “The man never fully leaving my thoughts. I almost broke and asked Cas more than once to tell me who he was, but somehow I refrained–,”

“Why are you telling me this?” Looking up he finally met her eyes. Aaron couldn’t hear another word of this supposed soulmate. It felt like a blade slicing at his chest, which he had firsthand experience, even though he didn’t understand why he felt this way. Maybe he had an idea that was pulling at him in his mind, but he ignored that train of thought.

“Because it’s you,” she whispered placing her hand on top of his. “You were the one in the picture. We are soulmates.”

Aaron just stared at her; his body ridged. Before Aaron could react to her a bright light flashed into the room. A crack had formed from the light, the outline glowing a dark gold. It pulsed with movement before a man appeared in the room through the glowing crack. The man was dressed in a trench coat and he eyed Aaron for a brief second before turning to you. You were already looking at him your eyes wide with shock.

Aaron sat frozen as the man grabbed you by the arm and pulled you across the room to the portal. Before you both disappeared, you turned, your eyes meeting Aaron’s one last time. Then you and the man were gone.

My new favourite snippet! ❤️ Once a horse girl, always a horse girl, I guess 🙈❤️

Ivar knowing the reader loves horses so he makes sure to take his carriage by her home almost everyday to get her attention because she always wants to pet his horse

March Snippets Masterlist

The moment you hear a horse in the distance, your head turns over your shoulder and your eyes immediately search for the creature. You see the white stallion before you see the chariot it pulls and the man in it. Still, you giggle and bounce around towards the nearing horse. 

Ivar sees the smile on your face as he rides closer to you, making it appear that he intends to ride past, but pulls on the reins to stop his horse as you walk closer to him. 

“On your usual ride, my king?” you question, gently grabbing the reins and placing a hand on the horse’s face to stroke and calm him down. 

Ivar smirks and leans forward, resting his arms on the front of his chariot. “I needed some fresh air,” he says, making you laugh and you glance up at him. 

“You always say that,” you whisper, petting the white horse gently and making it snort in content and shake its mane. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re doing this on purpose just to get my attention,” you chuckle. 

He tries to keep a cool composure and hide that he’s been caught. He simply laughs with you and runs his tongue over his lips. “What do you say to joining me for a ride then?” he questions, holding out his hand to you. 

You glance up at him in shock. The king wants you to ride with him? It makes you blush. “I would love to,” you breathlessly say, walking around to him and taking his hand so he can help you up. 

But you don’t expect him to pull you close to him and keep an arm around your waist the entire time. 

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