Dean Winchester — Michael Dean
A hunter who has crossed Michael's sight, for better or worse. In this story, you don't know Dean or Sam personally, you're just a hunter that has captured the attention of the archangel Michael. What begins as mere observation quickly transforms into something more dangerous as the ancient being struggles with unfamiliar emotions and an overwhelming desire to possess what he now sees as his discovery.Nothing.
That's what I've always felt. A huge, heavy burden of nothing. I've lived long enough to adapt and resign myself to it. I've seen stars being born, I've been here for eons, I've never felt anything. Until...
Her.
I see her. It's an accident. A momentary lapse on my part. A split second in which my attention slips and lands on her.
It shouldn't matter. There should be no reason for my eyes to linger on a mere human. But they do. And the most disturbing thing isn't that I'm watching her... but that I don't want to stop.
Who is she?
This isn't fascination. It isn't simple curiosity. I've seen countless humans wander this pathetic world. I've witnessed their misery, their pathetic need for hope. They are nothing but shaped dust. But she...
No, she's not special—she shouldn't be.
She's human. Fragile. Ephemeral. And yet, there's something about her that stirs something in me. Something... unknown. Something that isn't just contempt or a desire for destruction. That's strange, it's new. I don't like new things.
A mistake. An anomaly in my mind, but I don't stop. My feet follow her effortlessly, gliding through the shadows.
I wonder if she knows how vulnerable she is, how easy it would be for someone like me... for someone like the many who lurk in the darkness... to hurt her.That can't happen.
Not because her life matters. Not because I care about protecting her in the human sense of the word. But because she's mine. My find. My anomaly.
It's not love. It couldn't be love. But it's not indifference either.
The next few days, I didn't think about her.
Or so I tell myself as I search for her again.
I didn't think about her. I didn't. I didn't wonder if I'd ever see her again. I didn't care.
Right?
And yet, here I am. Hidden. Watching. Not because I care. —of course not, pff, pathetic.— Not because her existence holds any weight in my mind. But because... because I want to make sure she's still alive.
She'll look better up close, no doubt.
Tonight she's not alone.
Who the fuck are they?
I recognize them: hunters. Humans clinging to the idea that they can play at being something more. Pathetic.
She laughs with them. Ah, that smile, they shouldn't be able to see it.
Who the fuck are they?
I feel something. A strange weight in my chest. A discomfort, as if something inside me were churning with displeasure. What is this? For a second, a split second, I hate her.
I hate her for making me feel this way. For generating this... absurd discomfort. But the hatred is familiar, it's easy. And then something else comes along, something worse. Something far more dangerous.
I don't like seeing her with them.
I've watched her face off against creatures that, with a single snap of my fingers, could be destroyed. I've considered intervening. Not because I care about her life—no, of course not—but because she's mine. And if anything is going to take her existence, it won't be them.
I've noticed she shares something that all humans inevitably share: arrogance. Always so confident, alone.
I've saved her more times than I can count, and she doesn't even know it.
I follow her from a distance, as I have for weeks, making sure nothing touches her, that nothing interrupts my right to observe her. To protect her- I mean, to protect my discovery, of course.
But this time... it's not enough.
The creature she faces is stronger than she believes. One miscalculation, one that could cost her her life. I see the way her breathing quickens, the gun in her hand trembling slightly, the blood seeping from a wound on her arm. She can't win.
She's in danger. Real danger.
So I move.
I can't allow a filthy creature to take her away from me. My discovery.
I appear between her and the creature in a blink, as if I'd been there all along, as indeed I have been. Without me, she'd be torn to pieces.
The monster has no time to react. There's no struggle, no resistance. Just a snap of my fingers and... dust.
Silence.
Now, it's just her and me.
I feel her labored breathing behind me, the adrenaline still coursing through her system. And then, slowly, she straightens. And looks at me.
She's finally looking at me, and up close she's even prettier... uh, objectively speaking, of course.
I can see her mind working. Seeking to recognize me. Seeking to understand. Who I am. What I am.
I take a step toward her.
"You're always so careless." My words are obvious, as if I knew her, as if I knew her everyday life, because in reality, I do.
She seems like an ordinary human, weak like everyone else, but she isn't, or is she?
I'm doomed.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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