Vindice makes ready for an assignation.
(Written for forthegothicheroine's prompt: "Vindici if the Duke and his family were vampires.")
The longer you spend in his company, the less you care about what the answers are.
It is the heart of the jungle that makes roots that spread below the ground.
Max/Jude; Two different times and bad pickup lines.
Raleigh likes being handcuffed, Mako likes Raleigh. Porn.
Sam didn't need his gun, or Ruby's knife or Cas' blade tonight. He had the power running through his veins to end it all tonight. This sacrifice would be the most righteous thing the demons he drained could ever do. Killing Lilith, avenging his brother, tabula rasa.
Khonshu and his avatar have a weird little moment on a rooftop. (Not for the first time and not for the last.)
None of this makes any sense, really. Jim's barely laid a hand on her, if he doesn't count the occasional hand-up over difficult terrain, or accidental (mostly accidental) groping when an explosion throws his bridge crew around, and Jim doesn't count that, because if he counted that he'd be at third base with Keenser by now.
In a world with timers, counting down to when you meet your soulmate, a lot of different things can happen. Some people choose not to get timers. Some people have gotten more than one, or more than one kind. But Cisco's never heard of one person's going off, while no one else's does. // updates yearly!
Luke's intentions toward his nephew have been misinterpreted, and maybe this is a mercy.