pepsicola56

A/N: The reader in this will be genderqueer, just so you know   You swallowed hard as you walk into the room kitchen where the three boys sat. Taking a deep breath, you sat down at the old table, across from Sam and beside Cas. Dean was eating what looked like apple pie while Sam typed on his laptop. Cas smiles gently at you as you set your sketchbook down; you smile nervously back. “Something wrong, kid?” Dean asks, looking up from his plate. All three of them are looking at you now. You almost want to say “No, no I’m fine.” But this is something you need to say. “Um… I actually have something to

Skin cronusxreader  _________ sat with her matesprit in her lap, asleep. She smiled at the sleeping troll; his face still had violet streaks down it from him crying about his species dysphoria. She stroked his greased back hair gently, lovingly. Then she started to sing. Now her singing voice was nothing extraordinary, in fact it was pretty bad, especially paired beside Cronus's, but she felt the need to sooth him while he slept.  "Paint yourself a picture of what you wished you looked like, maybe then they just might feel an ounce of your pain come into focus. Step out of the shadows it's a losing battle there's no need to be ashamed."

The deafening silence in the dark hallway was broken only by your heavy breathing and the rapid beating of your heart. You lean up against the wall trying to catch your breath. You had been running from Gamzee.  His deep purple eyes, usually so peaceful, had seemed dark and menacing. Tears stream down your face as you think about what had happened to your friends; the colors of their blood had stained his clubs, their heads cut off and put on pedestals.  You don’t know what happened to make the high-blooded troll fly of the handle. He was usually so sweet, with his clown make-up and his fixation on miracles.   HONK You nearly scream at