#Dad! Gabriel and his cowboy son

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Arms Around His Angel

Author: blackhorsedances

Artist: stonelions

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, minor Benny LaFitte/Garth Fitzgerald IV, Gabriel/Kali. Charlie Bradbury/Meg Masters; Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum. Past Dean and Lee Webb; Past Dean and Lisa Braeden; Past Dean and Benny LaFitte. Sam Winchester/Jess Winchester. Jack is Sam and Jess Winchester’s son.

Length: 36041

Warnings: No major archive warnings Content Warnings: Mention of James and Amelia Novak dying in an MVA (no gore, nothing on screen), mention of the humane slaughter of a steer (no gore, nothing on screen).

Tags: !Inventor Castiel. !Rancher Dean Winchester. Bisexual Castiel Novak. Semi-comfortably Bisexual Dean Winchester. Top Cas/Bottom Dean. Smut and fluff. Mostly safe sex. Hurt/comfort. Happy Ending.

Posting Date: October 14, 2024

Summary: Castiel Novak invented cutting-edge solar technology and left his position as CEO of Angelus, Inc. to protect himself and his technology from his dysfunctional brothers. He found safety on a 20 acre farm in Kansas with a pond, house, barn, and his trailer. When his twin and sister-in-law are killed, he’s drawn back into the business, and into danger, to protect his niece Claire and his technology. Dean Winchester rebuilt Winchester Ranch after John almost destroyed it. He has 500 acres of land, a ranch house, and a big barn. He raises American Wagyu beef. He’s a single Dad with a great son, Ben, a giant moose brother Sam and Sam’s wife Jess, and an adorable nephew Jack who roams around the ranch with his trusty sidekick, Honeybee, Dean’s old palomino mule.  Castiel and Dean meet accidentally at a hotel and share a night of wild–and completely anonymous–intimacy. When Castiel wakes up alone, with no note and no phone number from his ‘Cowboy’, he assumes that the night was a one and done, and regretfully moves on with his life. Dean keeps thinking about the ‘Angel’ that he spent a night with, but is pretty sure that he doesn’t deserve that kind of a guy in his life. Jack and Honeybee discover “Mister Cas” and inadvertently set the stage for ‘Cowboy’ and his ‘Angel’ to meet. But sinister forces are moving in the background. Will they be able to overcome the forces that are trying to keep them apart?

Excerpt: “What’s Jack doing, Sam? Garth says he and Honeybee are out most days from breakfast until well after lunch. Jody says he packs peanut butter and banana sandwiches.” Sam shrugs. “He says he’s out visiting Mister Cas. I think he probably found the fort we built that one summer, and is holed up out there with sandwiches for his imaginary friends. Let it be, Dean. The heifers are out in the north pasture. The steers are in the east pasture. There’s nothing out by the fort to worry about.” “Snakes, Sam. There are snakes to worry about.” Sam looks at Dean across the kitchen island, and shakes his head, hair flopping over into his eyes. “You’re the one that told me that a mule will kill a snake faster than you can say ‘snake’, and I believe you because I’ve seen Honeybee do it. Let him be. Ben will be out of school in a couple of weeks, and he’ll be following Ben around like a puppy.” “Heh, you’re probably right.” Dean runs a hand down the back of his neck.  “I know I am, Dean. You worry about all of us, but you worry too much. You can’t watch over everyone all of the time.”

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[alrightbuckaroo]

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thanks for the tag @jesuisici33! this came out much sappier and longer than expected but oh well. Rules: Everyone uses the same word prompt. Write as much or as little as you want for any fandom. Tag at least 5 peopleThere’s NO time limit! Just have fun! Reblog or post separately

"Carlos would kill me if he knew I was showing you this." Andrea flips through the photo album, the plastic pages crinkling against each other as she turns the through it. "This is was the first time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea shows TK a photo of a five year old Carlos who's teary eyed and red faced. "It was also the last time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea points at a photo of a nine year old Carlos in wide-brimmed black cowboy hat, black button down, a denim jacket and denim jeans. "He wanted to be Cordell Walker from Walker, Texas Ranger for character day at school. He said he wanted to be just like his dad."

Next to it is another photo of Carlos is the same outfit, but Gabriel is kneeling down to be level with his son. They're both wearing cowboy hats that are battling for the focus of the photo. Carlos is smiling TK's favorite kind of smile. He remembers seeing the same smile when he asked Carlos to marry him. Carlos is smiling like he's unapologetically happy.

"Who's this?" TK reaches for an amalgamation of fuzz that's sitting in the box. After pulling it out, he sees that's it a stuffed Koala that's a little weathered, faded grey and missing a blue button eye.

"Kique." Andrea says the name fondly, like she's being reunited with an old friend. "Most kids had a safety blanket, but my Carlitos." Andrea reaches out and gently rubs on one of Kique's ears, feeling the soft fur against the pads of her finger. "He had Kique."

Andrea tilts her head and takes in Kique's missing eye. "If only we knew where that eye went, though." Andrea sighs, then shrugs. "I don't know, part of me wonders if he still needs Kique, maybe even now more than ever." Andrea looks at TK and smiles. "Then again, now he has you."

TK grins at the statement, flattered that Andrea thinks so much of him. That said, TK looks at Kique and can't help but think, maybe having a couple of reinforcements isn't a bad thing. And he is pretty sure he has a couple of buttons lying around the apartment looking for a new home.

"Andrea," TK begins, hoping the answer to the question yet to be asked will be yes. "Do you have a sewing kit?"

Andrea smiles and TK feels hopeful. "I sure do."

--

"Hey baby," Carlos announces when he walks through the front door. "I stopped by the pharmacy and got band-aids, like you asked. Are you finally going to tell me, oh my god." Carlos eyes widen when he sees TK's red stained fingers. "What did you do to yourself?"

"I thought I knew how to sew." TK says while looking at the tips of his fingers. "Turns out, I do not know how to sew."

TK watches as Carlos frantically opens the box of band-aids. "I promise, it looks worse than it is."

"Well it looks pretty damn bad." Carlos had already unwrapped a band-aid and is working to take off the pieces of paper on the back of it. "Why were you sewing in the first place?" He wraps the bandage around TK's right index finger. He doesn't need to, TK could do it himself, but Carlos wants to. He looks up at TK. "TK?"

"I was trying to surprise you." TK comically frowns as Carlos wraps another bandage around TK's left ring finger.

Carlos raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised all right. What was the actual surprise?"

TK holds up a band-aid clad finger and walks into the bedroom before walking out with a stuffed koala one with a blue eye and a red eye. "Your mom took me down memory lane."

"Of course she did." Carlos mutters under his breath.

"And in doing so, introduced me to Kique, the one eyed protector." TK wipes at the red button eye. "Figured I would take matters into my own hands to make sure he has a second eye. Better to see any oncoming monsters with."

He passes the koala to Carlos, and Carlos smiles TK's favorite kind of smile. "TK, you didn't have to do that." Though, based on Carlos' reaction, and the way he instinctually grabs on to Kique like he never wants to let him go, TK think he had no choice but to do just that.

"I know, but I wanted to." TK tries to respond casually, but his grin gives him away.

"I can't believe I have Kique the Koala back in my arms again." Carlos smiles down at the mismatched eyes. "I'm going to cherish this like it's what I love most in the world. Well second most, I suppose."

"What's the first?" TK asks, eyes bright with knowing.

Carlos reaches over and pulls TK into a kiss. "You, and I think you know that."

TK smiles and it's Carlos' favorite type of smile. "I did, I just wanted to hear you say it."

no pressure tagging: @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @rosedavid, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @bonheur-cafe and @sanjuwrites :)

[paperstorm]

One thing about Bad Call that doesn’t sit right with me (cause I’ve seen a lot of people be like oh Gabriel is SUCH a good dad he knows his son SO well) and even outside of his son is so vulnerable and he says the absolute worst thing imaginable to his very own child, but Gabriel tries so hard to give Owen all the credit- like Owen more than once has to say no, I am the not the one who figured this out/ YOUR SON, who you couldn’t say one nice thing to, saved my son tonight, and multiple other people- can you please acknowledge that, you emotionally constipated cowboy!

Emotionally constipated cowboy made me laugh 😂😂😂 I guess the positive is that he does acknowledge it, after Owen tells him to. And then he does seem to change? Idk I think the biggest issue honestly is that this is very complicated character development for a guest star that we aren’t going to see very often. If he was a main character we might have seen this happen gradually but because he’s not they were just like “surprise he’s nice now”

[whataboutsimple]

I got silly, and stupid, and dumb, and other not good things I can say about myself, but that's not the point!

One time I mentioned Castle X MCSM AU, and since I'm rewatching the show for 6-th time, I've decided to do some sheningas.

I've decided to keep original surnames, since it'll be a bit funnier.

"There are two kinds of folks sitting around thinking about how to kill people..

Psychopaths and mystery writers.

I'm the kind that pays better.

Who am I?

— I'm Soren Castle.

— Castle.

— Castle.

— I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?

Every writer needs inspiration

And I found mine!

— Detective Gabriel Beckett.

— Beckett.

— Beckett.

— Nikk Heat?

— The character he's basing on you!

And thanks to my friendship with the maoyr, I get to be on his case.

— I would be happy to let you spank me.

And together we catch killers.

— We make up a pretty good team, you know? Like Starsky and Hutch. Turner and Hooch.

— You do remind me a little of Hooch."

Yep, that was an intro.

Soren suddenly jumps out from behind the door, pointing his fake gun at one of the vases. Lucas, sitting on the couch with a book in his hands, looks at him in surprise. Noticing his son, the red-haired man awkwardly puts the gun back in its holster.

«Hey.»

«Hey. I was- I was just.. trying on my Halloween costume.» — writer awkwardly looked away.

«What exactly are you supposed to be?» — Lukas smirked, closing the book.

«Space cowboy.» — Soren waved his hands, showing off as if it was obvious.

Lukas sighted, rolling his eyes — «Okay, 'A' there are no cows in the space. 'B', didn't you wear that like five years ago?»

«So?»

«Don't you think you should move on?» — Lukas smirked.

«I like it. What are you doing up so late anyway?» — he waved his head to the book in Lukas's hands.

«Halloween homework,» — blonde picked up the book, showing to the writer — «"The pit & the pendulum" the original "Saw".»

Snorted, Soren moved to the kitchen behind the counter — «Have you decided what you're gonna dress up as this year?» — he opened the fridge to take out an ice cream.

«I think I'm gonna skip it.»

Writer suddenly shut the fridge, looking at his son — «Skip Halloween?»

«Well, dressing up. I'll still hand out candy at the door. But I'm too old to go trick-or-treating anymore. And you know how it feels when big kids comes. Don't want to be that kid.» — he smiled shyly.

Soren fastly moved his way to the couch, sitting near Lukas — «But you have to go with me. You're my candy beard.» — he said, starting eating the ice cream.

Lukas rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smile — «Sorry, dad. You're just gonna have to get another beard.»

Soren looked at his son with a dead gaze — «The discussion is ended.» — he looked down at the pillow, where an egg with a face was — «So... have you come up with a name for your parenting project baby egg yet?»

He scooped another portion of ice cream, eyes lightning up — «Wait, let me- let me guess. Zac Eggfron? No, Egg Begley Jr.»

Lukas laughed — «No, me and Jesse went other way and called him Feggin.»

«Uh.. Feggin?»

«Fake baby egg.»

«Wouldn't that be Fa-kegg?»

Lukas looked confused at redhead, while writer's phone started ringing. Soren picked it up with a slight smile — «Beckett, and why are you up so late?»

[guardian-angle22]

At least it wasn't the other cursed thing 👀

Yet another way they could have done it: Gabriel gets shot, Carlos is on the phone talking about cowboy hats, Andrea scared, Gabriel dies, everyone inconsolable with grief, after the funeral - surprise! Gabriel's back! He was in hiding and needed everyone to be convincing (sherlock holmes style), Carlos furious with dad - you are DISINVITED from the wedding, dad, and you're not gonna be best man!, wedding goes ahead as shown, the best night of carlos' life

Season 5 - relationship mending. Hug, hug.

I'm mostly kidding

[the post that has the other referenced cursed thing in the comments]

When I was weighing the two options of Dreaded Things, Gabriel dying wasn’t a fucking MURDER 🙃😭

...in my head he was absolutely going out via heart attack. The show had dropped little hints here and there about his health (and even in the family dinner scene we had the mention of the number of cookies he took. I was so convinced that was supposed to be some kind of ~foreshadowing. Noooo apparently it was just 911LS being weird about food again 🙄 they really gotta stop that lmao).

Honestly, you joke but I would legit not be upset if they did the old “faked his death for his family’s safety” plot with this. I still think killing Gabriel off is a giant waste of potential. for so many reasons.

Y'all thought we saw Carlos mad this last episode when he was about to murder a man? Just wait until his dad shows up at the loft with a 6 pack of beer, his cowboy hat, and a "sorry about that, son!"... He'll be BIG mad then. (No, seriously @ Tim... or @ Tim's assistant scouring tumblr for story ideas... pick this one).

[nocityfolk]

full transcript of interview (bio) below the cut.

At twenty-six, cowboy crooner Jesse Colt is at the height of his career and only growing in popularity. The lone son of Wyoming-dwelling parents who haven't lived in the spotlight, Jesse is an outlier in his ordinary, working-class family, and credits his roots to his hard-working nature.

Coming off the sucess of his third, and most recent, album, titled "Doggone", Jesse says, "... it's been a weird time in my life, I guess. I grew up playing guitar in my old friend's basement, trying not to wake his family [laughs]. Playing on stage, y'know, all these crowds and people comin' to see me, you can see how that's different.

A country boy at heart, you can take the boy out of the West but not the West out of the boy, seemingly. Jesse hasn't lost any trace of his signature accent, or slang, and credits his trips home to how he's able to keep himself grounded among an onslaught of popularity. "My ma, she's really the driving force behind trying to keep me normal. If I went home acting any different, I reckon she'd chase me right on out of that house."

After the sudden and internet-breaking split between Jesse and his now ex-girlfriend, Gabrielle, Jesse says he isn't looking for romance. "If it finds me, then I s'pose it's found me," he states. Upon being asked about Gabrielle, Jesse is hesitant to respond. "We had a lot of good times together and she really kept my feet on the ground the last few years. It's hard to compress so many years of your life with someone into a few words, so, yeah. I wish her all the best."

Despite his kind words, Jesse hasn't fought off any speculation coming from his recent album, Doggone, that hints to infidelity on Gabrielle's part, especially as she flaunts her new boyfriend, Jesse's ex-drummer and childhood best friend, Malcolm D. In Jesse's new song, "Dragging my feet," he sings, 'He left his boots at the foot of the bed / laced up mine instead. His are a size too small / all day I'm dragging my feet."

In spire of recent heartbreak, and the sudden loss of his father, Jesse has kept himself busy. He's currently travelling for concerts around America, lighting up stadiums he once thought near impossible for a smalltown kid from Wyoming, and breaking into the charts for the first time in his career. He's at a once unheard-of high, and the future looks bright. So, what's next for the twenty-six-year-old from Wyoming? According to Jesse, he's looking to take some time away from the spotlight at the end of his busy year and spend some time at home with his mother."

"She's always been my biggest fan," Jesse says, smiling shyly. "She's sorta my favourite person in the whole world, and it kills me that I can't be with her right now. I almost cancelled every show I had, y'know. I came so close to phoning it all in after my father passed, but she wouldn't have it. She knew how much he means to me, and how much she does, but she also knows how much my music means to me, and after the past few months, I kinda need this. The stage, the fans, the crowds. I was raised pretty religious and my dad always used to sit in the garage with me, watch me work on stuff. So up on any stage, when I have his old guitar and I'm singing, I really do feel like maybe he's still around. Some people are gonna say that's dumb or it's stupid, or whatever. I don't care."

Jesse is currently touring with his new album, "Doggone."

[macabrecabra]

Is it okay for you to write a fic where baby Jesse accidentally stows away on a mission by falling asleep in the aircraft and Jack finds him, shocked seeing Jesse there and quickly phones Gabriel, who's tearing up Overwatch for his son?

Can do something for ya, yeah c:

(Note: Not open for prompts right nowas still catching up on em ; w ;)Title: Extra BaggageRating: PGRelationship: Dad! Gabriel and his Cowboy Son feat.Jack Morrison

“What do you mean you haveJesse?!”

Jack Morrison winced some, having to pull his comunit away from his ear. He should have guessed that Gabriel was goingto be upset at the fact that his lost child had been found. Notinside of the base like the Blackwatch commander might have hoped,but instead,in an aircraft carrier that was currently positioned inthe middle of a fire fight. Jack had only found the toddlerwhen Jesse had been awoken by the boom of incoming fire and startedwailing. That is what led the commander to open up one of the unusedstorage containers for gear to see the tear-stained, frightened faceof Gabriel's young ward. Just seeing that sight had Jack Morrisoninternally groaning knowing he was going to get an earful fromGabriel. “At least we found him and he's safe?”“Howsafe is a goddamn four year old in the middle of a warzone?”Gabriel demanded. “Get him home right now!”“I can'tjust drive the aircraft home! We have troops in the field. Most I cantell you is I will stay here with him and keep an eye on things andas soon as we are done I'll get back home, okay?” Jackcould already feel a migraine starting to tickle at his temples as hesat leaned against the console of the ship, one hand massaging thebridge of his nose in agitation, “Just calm down would you?”“Calmdown?! With my son in the middle of a goddamn war zone!?”“Youact like I gave him a gun and threw him out the door and told him toshoot some omnics Gabriel! He is fine He is sitting right here in mylap,” Jack growled before lowering his com unit down to thegiggling toddler. “Say hello Jesse.”“Hello Jesse!”The four year old chirped happily.“Jesse! Are you allright? You aren't hurt?” The worry in Gabriel's voice hadJack shaking his head and giving an amused smile as Jesse pausedthoughtfully, thinking about his answer before speaking, “I'm hungrydaddy. Make me a sandwich!”

Jack's mirth though quickly faded intoa frustrated sigh as he heard Gabriel bark his demand through thecom.“Make him a sandwich Jack!”

“With what? Not exactly like there isa supermarket right outside still open given, you know, we are in awarzone,” Jack growled. “We can go to McDonalds! They arealways open!” Jesse declared with a smile. Gabriel huffedon the other side of the com, “Get the kid something to eat and noneof those troop supplies! You know those are made with fucking dogshit or something!”“What's dog shit?” Jesse asked,looking up at Jack. There was a long pause of silent beforeJack just quietly hung up before Gabriel got even more upset and foundsome way to blame him for teaching that cuss word to Jesse. Lordknows how enraged he had gotten when Jesse started shouting fuck.“What's dog shit?” Jesse asked again, small browfurrowing in a frown. “Ask me when you are older Jesse. I'mnot at liberty to say,” Jack murmured, hefting the youngster up inhis arms. “How about right now we go about finding you somethingyummy to eat eh?”Jesse grinned wide, nodding excitedly,“Fuck yeah!”

Jack sighed but allowed himself a smallsmile. At the very least, Jesse was an easy to please child.

[bellakitse]

All night, I'll riot with you

After the fire, Andrea lashes out at Gabriel and Owen for putting the boys in danger. At the end of his rope, Carlos joins in when he hears them say they weren’t thinking of them.

He and TK have a conversation about what happened at the firehouse between them.

Spoilers for 2.12

For my forever love @beka1820

TK stands quietly beside him as the doctor checks his lungs. They’ve already run tests on TK, and he should probably be outside with their fathers, but TK goes stony silent when the doctor even suggests it. Instead, he stands inches away from him, holding his hand, watching him like a hawk as he breathes for the physician.

“I’m fine, babe,” he says for the third time since they arrived at the hospital. TK’s frown just deepens at his reassurance, having the opposite reaction he wants. He lets out a low sigh before breathing in again like the doctor asks him to.

It takes another ten minutes before he’s allowed to leave the observation room after promising the doctor he’s going to take it easy.

“You’re going to experience some shortness of breath for the next few days,” she tells him, getting an absent nod from TK. “Rest. The both of you,” she looks at them sternly before she turns to leave the room.

“Thank you, doctor,” he calls out to her to be polite as she leaves him alone with TK.

“Home?” his boyfriend questions, cringing instantly at himself.

Carlos can’t help the humorless chuckle that escapes his sore throat but nods anyway, standing up sluggishly. TK instantly lets go of his hand to wrap his arm around his waist, and Carlos finds himself leaning into him, pressing a kiss at his temple as a silent thank you, ignoring the smell of smoke on him.

They walk out slowly, making their way down the hall where they had left Owen and where he knows his father is with the fire captain.

He hears his mother before he sees her.

“Of all the reckless, stupid things you have ever done, Gabriel Antonio Reyes, this one really takes the cake. Our son could have died tonight,” he hears her hiss angrily at his father. He feels TK tense against his body, and when he turns to him, he finds his boyfriend looking back at him with wide, fearful eyes. They round the corner to find his mother’s back to them as she points a finger in his father’s face. Carlos stares in shock, watching as his larger-than-life father shifts uneasily in the face of his mother’s rage.

“Andrea – “ Owen interrupts, proving he truly has no preservation skills as he stands closer to his father, providing a united front. “You can’t blame Gabriel – “

“I don’t just blame him,” his mother cuts Owen off, and he winces at the sharp edge he hears in her voice as she turns her head to look at him. “I blame you too.”

Owen’s eyes widen at her words, opening his mouth once more, but his mother doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

“Two old men acting like cowboys,” she says with a disgusted shake of her head. “So concern with your secrets and catching this guy, you never once stopped to think about the boys and how your actions and arrogance put them in harm’s way.”

“Andreaita, vieja,” his dad says softly, and Carlos swears under his breath. That pacifying tone is the last one his father should be taking with his mother right now.

“No me llames así cuando estoy enojada, Gabriel,” she says tightly, her jaw clenched. “No jodas conmigo ahora mismo.”

“Andrea,” his father says roughly, stunned, and Carlos knows it’s because he’s not used to his mother being vulgar. Neither of them are.

“Your secrets got our boys hurt,” she continues calling them out. “It cost them their home, and it almost cost them their lives. You two messed up. Own up to it.”

He watches as Owen and his father share a look between them, both letting out deep sighs, and Carlos feels something ugly tighten in his chest.

“We were trying to catch an arsonist,” his father explains, or maybe he’s trying to justify his mother’s criticism. He isn’t sure.

“We weren’t thinking about them at the time,” Owen says softly, and Carlos feels the last bit of his restraint snap. He moves out of TK’s hold, pushing his hands away when he tries to steady him.

“You weren’t thinking about us?” he questions, anger coursing through his body so strongly he thinks he’s vibrating with it.

“Carlos,” Owen says with surprise. His gaze moves over his shoulder to look at TK, his eyes shifting downward quickly with something like shame in them. He doesn’t turn to look at TK, but he can only imagine the look he just gave his father. Instead, Carlos focuses on the source of his anger, the two men he admires and who let him down tonight.

“So you lied to us to put on this great spectacle, pretending that you,” he points at his dad. “Arrested my boyfriend’s father,” he says, letting out a bitter chuckle. “Never once stopping to think how that could hurt my and TK’s relationship.”

“Carlitos, mijo – “ his father tries gently, and just like with his mother, it’s the wrong tone to take, and he continues, ignoring the attempt to defuse the situation.

“But hey, you got your bad guy,” he grins cynically.

He feels his eyes sting, ignoring it when a tear rolls down his face. “TK and I fighting over the two of you is just collateral damage, right?” he questions.

Owen and Gabriel share another look, guilt coloring both their faces.

“Except that wasn’t the end of it, was it?” he continues, the anger he feels and the fear from earlier colliding inside him until he thinks he’s going to explode. “A madman tells the two of you that he’s going to take what is most important to you, and you didn’t think of us?”

“Carlos – “ Owen tries again, but Carlos can’t hear it over the rushing of blood in his ears. “We didn’t know – “

“We lost our home, Owen!” he shouts, his throat screaming in protest, but he doesn’t care. “We almost didn’t make it out, and I have to live with the fact that I could have lost TK tonight. I don’t care about me, but I almost lost him because of the two of you,” he points at both of them, his hand shaking as he cries. “My father, and the man who is supposed to take care of TK when I can’t.”

His head spins as his vision clouds from sudden dizziness, and he tries to take a breath as panic claws at his chest. He feels hands he would recognize anywhere on his back and sternum as TK presses himself to his side.

“Breathe, baby, slow and steady,” he whispers urgently, and Carlos hates how worried he sounds. He does what he asks, taking a trembling breath and then another.

“That’s it, cariño,” his mother murmurs to the other side of him as she rubs his back softly like she did when he was a kid, needing her comforting hands.

He takes another breath, grateful when it’s easier to take than the one before. Once he feels in control again, he lifts his gaze to Owen and his father.

“I’ll get past this eventually. I’ll forgive you both,” he tells them quietly, knowing he will in the end. “But I’ll never trust either of you with TK’s safety again.”

Everyone is quiet as his promise resonates through them. After a moment, his mother clears her throat, holding out her hand to his father.

“Keys. I’m taking my boys home with me,” she says to him, leaving no room for argument. His father, still shocked by his words, hands over the keys silently. “Let’s go boys, you two need a shower, some tea, and rest.”

“Dad,” he starts to say to her, looking over at him.

“Your father’s new buddy can drive him home later, or maybe offer him somewhere to sleep for the night,” she answers as she herds him and TK away from the other men. “Either way, if he comes home, he’s sleeping in the den,” she declares, looking over her shoulder at his dad one more time before they leave them behind.

Carlos doesn’t look back like she does. Instead, he focuses on TK’s hands on him, and breathing. Slow and steady, just like his boyfriend asked.

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 Carlos walks into his childhood bedroom, fresh out of the shower. He’d rubbed himself red, but he can still smell the smoke clinging to his skin.

He finds TK on his bed with a cup in his hand, a soft smile on his face as he looks at him.

“Your mom made us some chamomile tea,” he explains, lifting his cup to show him. “It’s really good.”

“It’s fresh,” he answers as he hangs his towel before coming to sit down next to him. “Mom grows the herb in her garden.”

TK makes a soft sound at the back of his throat before passing him a cup of his own. He takes a sip, smiling down at the familiar taste before placing the cup on the bedside table.

“How are you?” TK questions softly as he runs a hand through his wet curls.

“I’m okay,” he answers automatically, getting a sigh in response from TK and a shake of his head.

“I don’t think you are, baby,” he whispers before leaning in to press his forehead against the side of his face, his breath tickling his skin as he circles his arms around him. “And it’s perfectly fine if you’re not. You don’t need to hide it from me.”

Carlos brings his hand to TK’s arm, pulling him in closer, closing his eyes as he clings to his boyfriend’s warmth, feeling safe for the first time in the night.

“We need to talk about what you said tonight,” TK continues softly, kissing his shoulder before pulling back to look at him. “I’m so sorry about pushing you, Carlos.”

“TK,” he starts with a loud sigh. “We talked about this. You don’t need to apologize – “

TK shakes his head at him again. “You’re wrong,” he says to him, remorse clouding his green eyes. “I do need to apologize. You didn’t deserve that, and I should have never put my hands on you.”

“You were upset,” he tries again, only for TK to stop him once more.

“That is no excuse, and you know it,” he says, now completely out of their embrace as he looks at him. “I hurt you, and that’s the last thing I ever want to do. I fucked up, plain and simple, and I am so sorry for it, baby.”

Carlos looks at TK, taking in the gutted guilt in his expression, and reaches out to touch his face. “I forgive you,” he says softly as TK’s shoulders drop with relief. Carlos is ready to take him back into his arms when TK’s expression changes yet again.

“There is one more thing,” he starts, biting down on his lip as Carlos realizes he is trembling. “When you said you almost lost me and that you didn’t care about yourself,” he whispers, his voice cracking as his eyes fill with tears. “Please never say that again.”

“TK – “ he whispers as TK shakes his head, tears rolling down his face as he takes a deep breath.

“I would lose my mind if I lost you,” he continues, steadier. “I love you so much. I don’t know how to do this without you anymore, and I don’t want to. So please, never say that again, and never put my safety above yours.”

“It’s my job to protect you,” he whispers, feeling his eyes burn again as he remembers how close he came to failing tonight.

“And it’s mine to protect you,” TK shoots back fiercely, taking his face in his hands in a desperate hold. “So let’s do that. Let’s take care of each other together, equally, but never putting one above the other, okay? Please,” he begs once more.

Carlos hates the pleading in TK’s voice, not standing the pain he hears there. He takes TK’s hands off his face, bringing them both up to his lips, laying a few soft kisses over his knuckles. “Okay, baby,” he breathes the words into his skin. When he looks up, he finds TK watching him with the same love Carlos feels in his eyes. “Let’s take care of each other.”

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Spanish translations to what Andrea said:

No me llames así cuando estoy enojata - Don't call me that when I'm mad. No jodas conmigo ahora mismo - Don't fuck with me right now

[morganaspendragonss]

fic request because i am d e s p e r a t e : tarlos carlos whump with supportive gabriel reyes ??? if you’re down to write him that is. i love ur work n ur whump n i think u would write a p good gabe. 🥰

holly’s august extravaganza day 1: against all odds (we're still here)

i'm always down to write gabriel! thanks for the prompt trick, i hope you like it!

ao3 | 2k | car accidents, whump, major character injury, angst with a happy ending

“I told you we should have brought the car.”

Carlos scowls over at TK, shifting one of the many bags he’s carrying higher on his arm. It cuts painfully into his skin, his good mood from earlier long since soured. The knowledge that TK is, of course, right isn’t exactly helping matters.

“In my defence,” he starts, for probably the fifth or sixth time, “when we texted your dad to see if he wanted us to pick up anything from the store, I wasn’t expecting a full list.”

“We could have told him no.”

“TK, he’s your dad and we are literally crashing his home right now. I’m not gonna tell him no.”

TK opens his mouth, presumably to retort with a comment about how his dad loves Carlos and loves having them around. Both of which are things Carlos knows perfectly well, thanks, but he’s still not interested in testing it by refusing to get Owen’s kale chips or that specific brand of shampoo which took half an hour—and two stores—to track down.

Whatever TK was about to say is abandoned when one of his own bags slips out of his grasp and falls to the ground with a depressing thud. It bursts open—because why wouldn’t it—and spills their purchases across the sidewalk. The only solace is that nothing breaks, but that’s where the good news begins and ends; Carlos’s eyes track a can as it rolls down the street and into the gutter, landing in a puddle of dirty water. TK looks forlornly between the dropped bag and those still balanced on his arms, then heaves a long-suffering sigh and crouches awkwardly, easing the other bags down as carefully as he can manage.

“Call an Uber,” he grumbles. “We are not walking home like this.”

On that point, they’re in agreement. Carlos spares himself a moment of idle amusement at TK’s predicament before beginning the arduous task of extracting his phone from his pocket without dropping any of his own shopping.

He’ll hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

*

Oh my god!

Someone call 911!

Are they even alive?

Just hold on, son, you’re going to be just fine.

*

Beeping.

Carlos frowns, slowly blinking his heavy eyelids open. It takes a minute to register his surroundings for what they are—a hospital room—and a further minute to notice the presence at his side. It’s his father, looking exhausted, turning his cowboy hat in his hands as he stares at the floor.

“Dad?” he croaks, wincing at the soreness in his throat. “What happened?”

His father’s head jerks up, his eyes going wide as he sees Carlos awake. “Mijo. It’s good to see you awake.”

“Dad, why am I here? What happened?”

He sighs, reaching out to pat Carlos’s arm. “There was an accident,” he explains. “A drunk driver lost control of his car and mounted the curb right where you boys were standing. He was speeding, so he hit you pretty hard. Your foot was crushed under a wheel, you have a fractured wrist, and you bumped your head when you fell so you probably have a concussion. The doctors say you should heal just fine, though, gracias a Dios.”

Carlos lifts his head to look down at his body, only just registering the casts on his arm and foot. There’s a dull ache radiating through his entire body and his head is pounding in time with his heartbeat, but he’s alive and he’ll heal. He should be happy about that, but the only thing occupying his mind is his dad’s silence on TK.

“What about TK?” he asks, part of him dreading the answer. “I remember him pushing me; is he okay?”

“He’s…” His dad hesitates, sending a cold slither of fear down Carlos’s spine. “Alive.”

Carlos stares, the beginnings of panic stealing his breath. “What does that mean?”

His father blows out a long breath. “It means you were right,” he says, meeting Carlos’s eyes. “He did push you, so he took the brunt of the hit. He suffered a serious open pelvic fracture and broken ribs, which punctured his lung. Last I heard, they managed to fix him up and they’re not expecting any further complications, but we won’t know for sure until he wakes up.”

“He hasn’t woken up?”

“Not yet. He will, you’ll see.”

“I want to see him.”

And Carlos knows what the answer will be to that—a resounding no. He also knows that he won’t be able to argue; his father is incredibly stubborn, and when he digs his heels in, there’s no moving him. But he needs to at least try—he’s not going to stop worrying about TK until he sees him, and probably not for a long time after that.

His dad sighs and fixes him with a firm look. “Carlitos, you and I both know that’s out of the question,” he says. “You’ve only just woken up, you need to give yourself time to heal before exerting your body even more. Besides, he’s in good hands and Owen is with him, so we’ll know as soon as there’s any change.”

“Joder, Papá, I know all that,” Carlos cries, frustrated, barely able to refrain from throwing his head back on the pillow. “I just hate that he’s here, hurt, and I can’t even see him.”

“Lo sé,” His dad smiles gently, something that’s probably supposed to be comforting, but really only gets on Carlos’s nerves. “Escúchame, hijo. Descansa. Cúrate. Then you can focus on TK.”

It’s easier said than done and his father knows it, but Carlos has no choice. The conversation is effectively put to an end by his dad reaching over and pressing the call button next to the bed. A nurse comes in and quickly sets about checking his vitals and asking enough questions to make Carlos’s head spin. His probable concussion becomes definite, but otherwise he’s in good shape, all things considered.

He can’t help but wish he weren’t.

*

Two days later, Carlos is deemed fit to be discharged, providing he has someone to help him and providing he agrees to rest and not do anything even close to strenuous. TK is also awake now but, according to Owen, he’ll be kept in the hospital for at least another week. The break to his pelvis was bad, so he’ll need a wheelchair for a while even after discharge, and his refusal to take strong painkillers means his recovery is going to be long and painful.

Carlos is itching to see him. It’s been torture cooped up in his room without knowing how TK was doing—there’s only so much relief messages passed through their fathers can bring. It had only been his father’s stern and steady presence that had kept him in that bed when he felt like he was losing his mind with worry.

But now, finally, he’s being wheeled into TK’s room and helped onto the chair next to the bed. Owen stands off to the side, watching the two of them with a mixture of affection and sadness in his gaze, and his dad hovers behind him, but Carlos only has eyes for TK.

He looks incredibly tired, but he attempts a smile when he rolls his head to look at Carlos, extending his hand out across the distance between them.

“Hey, Ty,” Carlos says softly, taking TK’s hand in his good one. “How are you feeling?”

“Been better. Not sure if I’ve been worse. I think this might just beat getting shot to that title.”

“That’s not funny.”

TK just hums, his eyes drifting closed for a second. “Maybe not.”

“Why did you push me?”

TK’s eyes fly open at the question, confusion overtaking his expression as he stares at Carlos. He moves as if to sit upright before groaning in pain, his face screwing up. Carlos reaches out for him, but he’s beaten to it by his father, who places a reassuring hand on TK’s shoulder.

“Take it easy, son,” he says gently. “Don’t move too much.”

“I hate this,” TK mutters, his body relaxing bit by bit. His gaze is still clouded when he looks back over at Carlos, but he manages a soft smile all the same. “I pushed you because I didn’t want you to get hurt. The car would have hit me either way; I’m just sorry I wasn’t able to get you out of the way in time.”

Carlos blinks at him, dumbfounded. “You’re sorry?” he asks, disbelief colouring his tone. “Ty, you’re in the hospital, seriously injured, because you chose to save me instead of yourself. Why would you do that?”

“You know why.”

Carlos does; of course he does, but it’s not enough to assuage the guilt still bubbling in his stomach at the sight of TK in the bed.

TK sighs, squeezing his hand. “You would have done the same for me,” he points out. “We both know you would have, so don’t you dare ask me to apologise for my choices.”

“I know. I won’t.” Carlos closes his eyes, deflating a little. “I just hate seeing you hurt.”

“And I hate seeing you hurt, so maybe you can do us both a favour and go home. I’ll be fine.”

Carlos must need his hearing tested, because there’s no way TK just said that. There’s no way his boyfriend told him to leave right after calling him out for hypocrisy. Except apparently he did, because he’s trying to disentangle their hands, and Carlos is not having that.

He grips onto TK even tighter and glares at him. “TK, if you think I’m leaving you here—”

“Carlos,” TK interrupts quietly. “I get it. But, babe, you need to rest and heal, and you can’t do either of those things sitting here.”

“Watch me.”

“No.” TK shifts his gaze over Carlos’s shoulder, a slight smirk playing at his lips. “Mr Reyes, can you make sure he rests?”

His dad laughs, leaning over to pat TK’s shoulder. “Of course. I’m sure once his mother sees him, she won’t let him out of her sight for a week anyway.”

TK grins. “Good to know.” He yawns and resettles himself slightly in the bed, his eyes fluttering shut. “Carlos, if you’re still here when I next open my eyes, I’m not kissing you for a month.”

“You shouldn’t make threats you know you can’t follow through with.”

“Don’t make me make it two.”

Despite himself, Carlos laughs. He leans over and presses a lingering kiss to TK’s temple, then stands as well as he’s able, leaning on his dad for support. “Alright, I’m going. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

TK already sounds half-asleep when he mumbles, “Love you too,” back, and Carlos can’t even be embarrassed by how ridiculously smitten he must look, even though he’s in front of both their fathers.

He allows his dad to move him back to the wheelchair and says a quick goodbye to Owen, keeping his eyes on TK for as long as he can. Just as they reach the door, he catches TK’s eyes opening to slivers, obviously checking to see if Carlos is actually leaving. Carlos shakes his head at him, causing TK to flush at the knowledge he’s been caught. His eyes slam shut again, his tongue poking out childishly, and Carlos laughs, a lightness settling in his heart even as TK’s room disappears from view.

It’s going to be a long few months for the both of them, but they have family behind them to help them get through it.

And they have each other. Which, given everything, Carlos thinks is nothing short of a goddamn miracle.

[overwatch-does-stuff]

Hanzo and McCree are A Thing™, how does overprotective dad Gabriel Reyes react to this?

I'm truly garbage at ship asks and I've never shipped McHanzo. . . and I also think that the last person to be overprotective is Gabe? idk hear me out, Gabe has always chafed under rules in general. I mean, Blackwatch was literally instated to do the things that Overwatch can't due to the rules it follows. He believes in doing the best thing for the most people in the most efficient way possible. I think he'd translate that philosophy to his personal life, you know? I don't think he'd be super overbearing about what any of his subordinates are up to.

That being said: McCree dating the Yakuza son of the clan Blackwatch literally just helped destroy. . . is a whole other level. Allow me to elaborate:

Gabe, once he learns of their relationship, is the first to go up to Hanzo and threaten to break his kneecaps if he drags McCree into any clan bullshit.

Seriously, he is terrifying. No threats barred. He reminds Hanzo that McCree used to be involved in that gang nonsense but came clean when he joined Overwatch. If the cowboy slides into whatever remains of the Shimada clan, it is game over for Hanzo.

Honestly, the only thing keeping Gabe from driving Hanzo away completely is his respect of McCree’s autonomy.

But of course McCree’s still going to be mad about the whole “threatening to murder the boyfriend” thing. There’d be tense words. It’d probably end up in a serious fight between them. Even when they both cool off, it’d be a sore spot between them for a very long time.

So he just ignore it. As long as he doesn’t hear about it, and it doesn’t interfere with McCree’s duties to Blackwatch, then he’s fine with it. But he keeps his distance, and if he does see Hanzo, he’s very gruff with him.

For Gabe, a military man and a soldier, the one thing that might get him to warm up to Hanzo is seeing him protect McCree in combat. In his view, Fancy words and fleeting emotions don’t mean very much- the battlefield is where the true feelings are shown. McCree lives a dangerous lifestyle and while he’s capable of handling himself, there’s no such thing as too many allies. It’s a special type of person willing to fight and risk dying for the one they care about, and once Gabe sees that in Hanzo, approval is soon to follow.

And after the fall, Hanzo is on Reaper’s hitlist, his name written nicely on the same row as McCree’s. 

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Kingdom Hearts

~❤️Rage Awakened AO3 | FF.net- Ten years ago, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus lost their fellow apprentice, Sora, in Deep Jungle. Now, they are to return with two new students, Riku and Kairi, to lock the heart of the world. All the while, something watches from the trees. Feral!Sora AU

My Kingdom for a Heart AO3 | FF.Net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows. [Unfinished, on permanent hiatus]

Miraculous Ladybug

One Shots

*❤️Amalgam- When an young man is rejected for being ‘incompatible’ he turns into the akuma ‘Amalgam’ able to fuse two people together. And later Adrien and Marinette would debate if it was lucky or unlucky that they got hit. (Also Available in Russian)

*Sing We All Noel- After receiving the worst Christmas present ever from his father, Chat Noir finds himself out on the streets with nowhere to go on Christmas Eve. Thankfully, Ladybug finds him and brings him home.

*Speechless- In a world where everyone has a soulmark, the first words their soulmate will say to them, Marinette is born without one. But Adrien Agreste has two. Curious, considering he’s mute.

*❤️Tunnels of Love- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

*The Reveal That Wasn’t- First Parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

*What A Mess We’re In- Ladybug has a lot on her mind, and when Chat Noir bugs her enough, she tells him she’s going to confess to her Crush, Adrien Agreste. Chat’s reaction is not what she’s expecting.

*Oblivi-oh no! - A retelling of Oblivio, except Ladybug is the only one to lose her memory. How will Chat deal?

*Bad Day (3 chapters) - Marinette was Ladybug! This was Adrien’s luckiest day ever! Except it wasn’t, because all his good luck was used up in one go. Turns out this might be the worst day of his life.

*One Win, So Many Losses- Marinette was forced to break up with Adrien. It had been a low blow from Gabriel, to be sure. But she was Ladybug. She’d find a solution…right? An alternate ending to Chat Blanc, where Adrien doesn’t Cataclysm the akuma.

*❤️Five Minutes- Gabriel has had enough of all these girls fighting over Adrien. He decides it’s high time Adrien picks one, and arranges the perfect opportunity for him to do so. Each candidate has five minutes to present why they’d be a good girlfriend. Marinette decides to take this opportunity to shoot her shot.

~*Panache- Every eligible maiden was invited to the Prince’s ball. That included Marinette, scullery maid in her own household. But her stepsisters destroyed her dress, and she can’t go to the ball in rags. Or can she? (Cinderella!AU)

*Perfect, No Matter What-In which Gabriel sets the bar even lower for himself, a reveal happens because of pain medication, and the new guardian actually goes to Chloé for advice.

*Crushed- Stuck under a collapsed building together, Chat Noir and Marinette have a heart to heart.

*Lovelace- Convinced that he's unlovable, Adrien is quickly thrown for a loop when Marinette confesses her love for him out of the blue. An akumatization and reveal later, he changes his mind about being unlovable.

Long Fics

*❤️Longest Night- (FF.net | Ao3) - The day started out sucky to begin with. Her crush ousted to the class and Adrien. Lila taking pride in exacting her revenge. But by the time patrol was over, a young man was dead, and Ladybug’s identity was at risk. Lila was the least of her concerns. Good thing Adrien was taking it all like a champ. (Rated M for scenes of torture)

*❤️Nine Lives- (FF.net) When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up his life as Adrien? I’ll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up being Adrien.

*Tender Words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

*Integrity- Overwhelmed with her responsibilities, guilt, and drama, Marinette has an emotional breakdown in front of everyone, and even hands over her earrings in a moment of weakness. Only for a few seconds, but the damage was done. Adrien’s pretty quick on the uptake like that.

~Much Obliged- Everyone deals with grief differently. Some take to drinking, others devote themselves to charity. Adrien Agreste? Well, he became a cowboy. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a witch, one of very few in the world. She knows what it’s like to be doubted, and assumed delusional. Maybe that’s why they got along so well. Or maybe it’s just because they both like big hats. AU where everything is the same, except instead of superheroes, Adrien is a Cowboy and Marinette is a witch. (Unfinished) (Based on a AU by @bugaboo-n-bananoir)

*I’ll Handle This- “I’ll solve all your problems,” Plagg had said. “You just have to agree to it.” A fixed relationship with his father, Lila to stop bothering him, and Ladybug to fall in love with him? Who wouldn’t agree to that? Except Plagg was the God of Destruction and Chaos and had a more…hands-on approach. Adrien just wants his body back. (Body swap fic)

The Ghost of Smokey Joe- Adrien Agreste was acting bizarre. Stilted body language, plastic smile, and he seemed to have forgotten how close they were. Before she can get the truth out of him, Marinette finds herself as the sole heir to the Gabriel brand and the mansion, following the murder-suicide of both Adrien and Gabriel Agreste. The mystery continues as Tikki explains that Adrien was Chat Noir...but if Adrien is six feet under, why is Chat Noir still running around?

How To Train Your Dragon

One Shots

The Vikings Have Their Tea (FF.Net | AO3)

Arranged Marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

❤️Breathe- Survival of the fittest

~Childhood Friends- At the Sandbox

❤️Easy Fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~Fashion Designer- Astrid needs a fill in

❤️Frozen- In Which Astrid takes a Dip and things get frisky (Rated M)

❤️Headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

❤️Heir- In Which Hiccup is Picked (Longer version by FateCharms)

Illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~Illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~In the Walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~Knocking On The Wrong Door (2) - A chance encounter

❤️Messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~To Mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~Monster Falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

❤️Mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~Music Video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

❤️Operation: Lovebirds- In Which the gang makes a plan, and Hiccup gets Drunk

~Over- Too many nightmares

~Partners in Crime- A normal day at work

~Pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~Prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

❤️Sorting Things Out- In Which Astrid gets her ducks in a row

~The Dragon and The Dame- Beauty and the Beast Au

The Pit- In Which Hiccup is rescued

Hide and Seek- Part 1

Lost and Found- Part 2

Long fics:

*❤️Infernal Responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*❤️Roses and Lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!” (Also Available in Spanish!)

*~What the Water Gave Me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*Parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 State Street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~❤️The North Tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

*~❤️Boy Toy- AO3 - At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It’s safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

No, You Go First- AO3 - The Chief of Berk was a headstrong viking, stubborn and full of pride, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep his village safe. But for a moment, he puts that aside, and listens to his son. In which Hiccup convinces his dad not to make him go through Dragon Training, and the subsequent changes that follow.

*In Due Time- AO3 - As another illness sweeps through Berk, Gothi needs another ingredient for her medicine…one that doesn’t exist anymore. Fortunately, she kept that old spell book around for such an occasion. Big Hiccup is sent to five years into the past, and his younger self sent to take his place in the future. But it’s only a few days, what could go wrong?

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

❤️Arcadia or Bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens.

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~Big Brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

Dear Jason- Bruce Writes a letter

Just Drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

The Prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

Of Mustard and Three Foot Purple Tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~❤️Carol of the Bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*No Escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*Now you Know My Pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*Paint it Black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*Saving Grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Other Fandoms

Final Fantasy XV

❤️Requiem for Pitioss-“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you. The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.” Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return!” Canon divergence from Chapter 9. Happy ending. Some spoilers.

Final Fantasy X

I Do…I Guess? - “I would…like to ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Well…if it’s not too much…I’d like to ask you…to marry me.” Knowing what’s to come during her pilgrimage, Yuna asks Tidus to marry her, strictly for convenience and having an official next of kin, of course. Starts after Luca and how this decision would affect the rest of the story.

Beauty and the Beast

*❤️Behold the Beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

*❤️Midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

*So This is Love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

*❤️A Love Song Back To Me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

Down Feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

*Angel’s Wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

Momma Look Sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

[achillestiel]

the parent trap only works if you’re identical | part three 

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Dean knew that one day his life would catch up with him and he’d have to explain everything to Claire but this definitely wasn’t how he had planned on doing it. He definitely didn’t expect to be driving to Washington DC with his son. His son. The truth was that he’d thought about Jack a lot over the years. Time and time again he had wanted to call Cas and get to know his child but they’d made an arrangement. Dean got Claire and Cas got Jack. No need to see each and drive each other crazy. Still, Dean had always wondered about his son and now here he was, sat in the impala and complaining loudly over Dean’s music. 

“Ok, ok. Enough about the music.” Dean said when Jack’s complaining got to be too much. “We got a long drive ahead of us and I’m sure you have questions. Not gonna lie, I’ve got questions too.” Dean said. Jack let out a long sigh, clearly gearing himself up and Dean braced himself. 

“Ok...um...how did you and dad meet?”

“Wow, straight out the gate.” Dean said. “Um, well your dad was studying Political Science and Economics at KU. With you guys being in DC now I’m guessing he got that government job he always wanted. Anyway, I was working at the garage owned by a family friend, guy called Bobby. He’s like an honorary grandpa to Claire. So, Cas’ car broke down so he brought it to the garage. I thought he was cute so gave him a really good discount, in return he asked me out for a drink. The rest is history.”

“Not really…” Jack said. “I’m still confused. What happened after that?”

“Well...we dated while your dad was finishing up at college. After that we went on a cruise ‘cause I’m not great with flying and your dad really wanted to go to London. Turns out I’m not good on boats either. I threw up a lot.”

“Is that when you and dad got tipsy and got married by the captain?”

“How did you know that?”

“Uncle Gabriel told me and made me promise to not tell dad. Apparently it’s why dad refuses to watch Titanic.” Jack said. “Dad? Dean...no, dad...can I ask you something?”

“Of course kid. This is Winchester Question Time after all.” Dean said. 

“Are you mad me at and Claire for doing this? Why do we have to switch back so soon? Don’t...don’t you want to spend time with me?” Jack asked and damn if Dean’s heart didn’t break a tiny bit, ok a lot, then.

“Well damn Jack, of course I want to spend time with you buddy. Just ‘cause you’re not around doesn’t mean I don’t love you to the moon and back.It’s just, as much as I want you around, you belong to Cas. Kind of like how Claire belongs to me.” Dean explained. 

“We’re kids, not pieces of furniture.”

“Yeah I know and I know this sucks but it’s the agreement that me and your dad came to. Neither of us wanted you and Claire to constantly be going back and forth between houses and you were both so little at the time.”

“Personally I think Claire and my idea to switch places was less idiotic.” Jack said. The kid may have had a point. 

Before Dean could even reply his phone burst into life with a video call from Sam and Eileen. Dean stuck his phone into the holder and accepted the call. At once Sam and Eileen’s excited faces filled the screen. 

“Hey, let me just pull over so I can talk.” Dean said. 

“That’s fine, we just wanted to see Claire and say hi.” Sam said with a huge grin. “We can’t wait to see her!” 

“Yeah...about that...we might have hit a slight speed bump.” Dean said as he pulled the impala over and glanced down at the screen. “Claire’s not here.” he said, signing for Eileen at the same time. 

What? Where’s Claire? I thought you were picking her up today. Eileen signed.  

“Oh I was but she had other ideas.” Dean said. 

Where is she?

“Well she’s with her dad, just not the right one.” Dean said. Both Sam and Eileen looked confused for a moment before it seemed to dawn on them.

“She’s with Cas? How the hell did that happen?”

“Ask this genius right here.” Dean said, picking up the phone and spinning it around so Jack could wave at the screen. “Sammy, we got a Parent Trap situation going on.”

“Holy crap! Is that Jack? Wow kid, you grew up! Wait, don’t the twins have to be identical for the parent trap to work?”

“Don’t even get me started on that. I’ve already called both of them morons.”

“Hi Uncle Sam and Aunt Eileen!” Jack both said and signed. 

“You know how to sign?” Dean asked him. 

“Yeah, dad taught me.” Jack said before looking back at the screen. “Uncle Gabriel has told me so much about you two. It’s so cool to finally meet you!”

“You too kid, I haven’t seen you since you were a baby.” Sam said. “So you’re with Dean and Claire is with Cas...that’s interesting.”

“It’s not ‘interesting’ Sammy, it’s a pain in the ass.” Dean said bringing the phone back to him. “I’m now driving Jack back to DC so I can grab my moron daughter and ground her until she’s college age.”

And see Cas for the first time in over a decade. Are you nervous? Eileen asked.

Why would I be nervous? Dean shot back.

Obvious reasons. You and Cas came up with this cockamamie idea so you wouldn’t have to see each other. You only did that because you’d definitely launch yourself at Cas at the first opportunity.   

Don’t start that again Eileen, you know why me and Cas didn’t work out and I really wish you and Sam wouldn’t gossip about it so much. 

“We don’t gossip!” Sam said. 

“You do and you know you do!” Dean shot back, completely unaware that Jack was texting someone at the same moment. A huge, shit eating grin plastered on his face. 

-

In times of crisis, Gabriel Novak wasn’t normal who most people would have turned to but Cas was short on options. After driving Claire back to his house, Cas called Gabriel in a mild panic. Sadly, by the time Gabriel actually turned up, that mild panic had increased by a fair amount. 

“And we’re hiding in your bedroom while the daughter you haven’t seen in over twelve years makes a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because…” Gabriel asked, surveying the sight in front of him. Namely Cas, clearly having a ‘moment’. 

"Because Dean Winchester is currently driving to my house. I’m sorry Gabriel but I can’t handle this right now.” Cas said. “I haven’t seen him in over a decade and now he’s driving halfway across the country to swap our kids back!”

“Cas, I think you need to calm down or have a drink. Maybe a few drinks." Gabriel said as Cas shot him the crazy eyes. “Just a suggestion.”

“I don’t think I’m emotionally intelligent enough for this! The man drives me crazy! If he didn’t drive me that insane then I’d still be married to him!” Cas cried as he started to pull shirts out his drawer. “Do I look emotionally stable enough for this Gabriel? We decided upon this arrangement so we wouldn’t have to see each other again because if we did I’d do something stupid like throw myself at him because the man makes me crazy. Seriously Gabriel, have you ever seen me like this?”

“Well…”

“Actually don’t answer that.” Cas said, giving up on finding a shirt and opening up his walk-in closest. Maybe he could just hide in there and leave the whole thing to Gabriel. Then again Gabriel lacked the emotional maturity to handle something like this. Maybe he could leave the whole thing up to Claire. 

“No. Castiel, get out the damn closet and see your ex-husband like a big boy.” Gabriel said because of course Gabriel knew exactly what Cas was thinking. It was at that point that Claire strolled into the room holding a sandwich, stopping when she saw Cas stood in his closet holding out two nearly identical sweaters. 

"Um, Cas...Dad? Are you spiralling right now?" 

"No, why? Does it look like I'm spiralling?" Cas asked, walking out towards Claire. Gabriel opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t answer that Gabriel.”

"Well, yeah. You look like Dad does whenever he gets drunk and hears Since I've Been Loving You then cries while watching cowboy movies thinking that I don't know what he's doing." Claire said bluntly.

"Huh, that was our wedding song." Cas said before walking back into his closet. "Wait." He said, sticking his head out the door. "Does your father do that a lot? Not that I care, it’s just...I’m-"

“Spiralling? Interested in what Dean Winchester has been up to for the past twelve years? Clearly not emotionally intelligent enough to handle all this right now so you’re hiding in a closet like a child?” Gabriel intoned.  

"Yep, exactly like dad when he watches cowboy movies." Claire said to Gabriel. “He does it like once a month. It's cool though. I just bike over to Uncle Sam and Aunt Eileen's house. They have cable and Aunt Eileen is teaching me how to sign curse words." Claire said with a shrug. "Cas...dad...why are you spiralling?"

“He’s emotional unintelligent.” Gabriel said while Cas just stood there, still holding the damn sweaters. 

“I don’t know what that means.” Claire replied. “Anyway, I just spoke to my dad and they’re stopping for coffee. He said they’ll be here in four hours or so.”

“There you go, you’ve got four whole hours to get a grip.” Gabriel said. “Hey Claire, you gonna eat the rest of that sandwich?”

“Knock yourself out.” Claire said handing over the rest of her sandwich. 

“I like this kid, she’s cool. Huh, you make your PB&J sandwiches just like Jack." Gabriel said looking down at the sandwich. "Jelly between two layers of peanut butter..." He added looking over at Cas.

"Yeah, that's how dad always made them." Claire said.

“How bizarre.” Gabriel said wiggling his eyebrows. 

“How bizarre.” Claire intoned. Gabriel laughed out loud and high fived her with his sandwich free hand. 

“Claire...did your dad say anything else? Does he seem annoyed?” Cas asked before Gabriel could make a PB&J comment.

“Yeah but that’s just because Jack did the ‘puppy eyes’ thing and changed the station to the Billboard Hot 100. I don’t know how Jack does it but he’s gotta teach me that, I’ll get away with so much in the future.”

“Right...did he mention anything else?”

“He wants to know if Dean said anything about him.” Gabriel said, straight to the point like always. 

“Oh! No, not really...he stammered out a load of nonsense like always then begged Jack to change the station because Justin Bieber started playing and Bieber creeps dad for reasons I don’t understand.” Claire said with a shrug. “Though Jack said that when he was talking to Uncle Sam and Aunt Eileen he mentioned that they gossip about the two of you all the time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, dad was signing it to Aunt Eileen. I didn’t know Jack knew sign language.”

“I taught him when he was little.” Cas said. Cas had learnt to sign when he’d met Eileen, it just felt natural to teach Jack. 

“I mean, he’s right. Uncle Sam talks about you all the time when I’m there. Not so much in front of dad ‘cause he gets real weird about it.” Claire said. “Jack said something about dad not wanting to see you so he wouldn’t do something stupid. He’s probably right, dad does stupid things all the time.”

“Well well well, who does that sound like.” Gabriel said, shooting a very pointed look at Cas. “Claire, kiddo, why don’t we leave your dad to freak out in the closet and make him some calming tea? Or maybe grab a bottle of tequila?”

“Sure.” Claire said before turning back to Cas. “Dad, it’s gonna be fine. I think my dad is excited to see you. If that helps.” she said with a small smile. Cas smiled back because it didn’t matter how much Dean drove him crazy or how badly his was currently handling the situation. What mattered was that Cas was excited to see Dean too. 

Now all he needed to do was pick out a sweater. 

[enter-the-phantom]

8-11, and 15 for the lore asks!

8. what is your self insert’s orientation?

Asexual but will absolutely drag Cas into the back of their hearse at any time. Their asexuality is very much played as a lighthearted joke for most of the series; for example, they're totally oblivious to the Winchester's magnetism and they have a few hilarious scenes where Dean tries to get them into various strip clubs or other sexually charged situations to try and figure them out. It's implied that they're not romantically attracted to humans but do like supernatural beings--they go on a date with a cute vampire girl and will return flirtations from various other beings but have zero reaction to mortals. Makes for some humorous misunderstandings when Cas temporarily leaves Jimmy's body.

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

Besides the Winchesters, they're good friends with Charlie and have a very strange and highly entertaining friendship with Crowley, although they're not necessarily "close".

Absolute 100% ride-or-die besties with Garth--put these two together and they're just the biggest dorkiest nerds who are actually kind of badass. Me and Garth would die for each other and have tried on several occasions to do just that. I love you Garth my beloved and I'm so sorry I never talk about considering we are iconic besties 😭

They have an extremely close relationship with Gabriel that crosses some very strange lines, but ya'll already knew that one.

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

I answered this already but I'll do it again with some different characters and the Winchesters as the f/o's!

John Winchester is a little weirded out by his sons' new friend, especially when he sees how close they are. And especially when he realizes that their new best buddy has nothing but contempt for him.

A lot of characters find the relationship between us three to be really odd, especially when I'm introduced as their sibling--I look nothing like them and don't share their last name. But most don't have the courage to question it. Anyone who does is usually just stared down until they change the subject.

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

Literally just my fashion sense. So lots of black and neutral colors when they're on the job, but plenty of dad-core button downs in dumb patterns and thrifted tees. Long coats and western-movie-bad-guy dusters in the winter. Dark jeans and combat boots or old sneakers. Pretty much anything they can pick up at a thrift store--think "80's dad meets lesbian cowboy". And almost always their trademark black cowboy hat with a flat Gambler brim.

15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

Answered this one too but hell, I'll do it again.

I'm a main character just as much as Sam and Dean because of fucking course I am, deal with it. I help to balance out their weirdly toxic and codependent relationship, give them someone else to focus on besides each other. I temper Dean's aggression and bolster Sam, and offer a perspective on hunting and the supernatural that makes for some really interesting discussions and plot lines.

What I'm saying is that I'm the long-lost answer to so many of that show's most basic problems and you can deal with it, ya dig

Thank you friend, this s/I makes me so happy 😭😭😭

[macabrecabra]

For writing prompts ouo! Au where both Shimadas join Blackwatch, the brothers and McCree celebrate fathers day with Papa Reyes and make him cry owo

Can give alittle something, sure! (Note: Currently not open to promptsright now! Still getting through a ton of em!  ; w ; )Title:Blackwatch Father's DayRating: PG-13Relationship: Dad!Gabriel Reyes getting gifts from Shimada Brothers and McCree

Gabriel Reyes had never been the sortto really enjoy celebrating those minor holidays that were sprinkledthroughout the year. In particular, Mother's Day and Father's Day hadalways seemed like an excuse to him to guilt children into giving anextra gift to show appreciation they might not actually feel.

It was easier to just forget both daysand carry on with life in his opinion rather than rush about at thelast minute to try and cobble something together for the day.However, even though he might have held that view, that wasn't whateveryone thought about the day as proven by the fact he was standingthere holding a Father's Day card shoved into a number one dad mugwith a trio of Blackwatch agents watching him with plastered grins ontheir face. Really he should have expected the Shimadas andMcCree to have done something like this. Genji and Jesse inparticular where terribly sentimental about family and Hanzo,although far more reserved, clearly was very thoughtful when it cameto concerns about family. All three of them though had had less thanstellar families themselves and it seemed, in a weird way, they hadstarted to see them as their father-figure. He hadn't thoughtthey had meant that quiet literally until now. “We wantedto find a number two dad mug just to be ironic but none of us had theheart to really get it,” Genji  said, grinning wide. “Becausereally there is no better dad than you!”“That's a fact.I've gone through all the dad files on the database here and not oneof em compares to you. No sir,” Jesse added.Hanzo chuckleda bit, a very slight smile on his lips as he crossed his arms overhis chest. Gabriel simply eyed the trio up before looking back downat the mug. Such a simple thing really but he had never gotten anysort of gift like this. Hell, he had never had any kids of his owngiven how busy his life had been. Family had always been something hehad simply pushed aside to say maybe another  time he would seek oneout. Dating and relationships didn't really work with the pressuresof Overwatch. Ana was proof that it could cause problems, even pullfamilies apart when duty trumped civilian life. Now though,he had a mug. A Father's Day mug declaring him the best father arounddespite not having any biological children of his own. Therewas an unfamiliar sting at the corner of his eyes as he shook hishead at the three, “You are all a bunch of idiots.”“Yeah,but we are your idiots padre,” Jesse's smile was getting even wideras he leaned in. “Is that a tear in your eye? Did we manage to geta tear out of the Gabriel Reyes?”Gabriel scowled, raising ahand to wipe at his eyes,”If there are any tears to be shed, it isbecause I weep for how stupid the three of you really are. Why youstill standing around anyways? We got a mission in two hours! Getyour asses moving!”The three jolted although they werestill smiling and grinning. Jesse and Genji shared a knowing lookbefore turning on their heels to sprint to the muster point to gettheir gear ready. Hanzo was the last to leave, pausing to giveanother quiet smile to Gabriel and a respectful bow of his head,“Happy Father's Day,” he said before he departed as well.Gabriel Reyes let out a sigh, unable now to fight the smallsmile on his own face as he looked back down at the mug. “HappyFather's Day indeed,” He murmured affectionately.

[emile-hides]

For Mccree? For the SEND ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL DO THIS meme too

I love that you put the whole title every time. Let’s do the Howdy boy.

Sexuality Headcanon: I was always a fan of gay cowboy McCree, but recently I’ve latched onto soft hearted Pan McCree super hard to match Hardass Bi Ashe and chaotic Bi Genji. They’re romantically all disasters.

Gender Headcanon: With a name like Jesse McCree you know that boy’s Trans. Look at his Deadlocke skin and tell me that’s not a freshly transitioning boy look. I love the trans cowboy. Be Trans, Throw Hands.

A ship I have with McCree: A ship I DON’T have with Jesse McCree may be a better question. Like everyone and their mother, I’m a sucker for McHanzo, good solid stuff. However, I ONLY like McHanzo as a concept as McCree’s second ninja boyfriend, the first being Genji back in their Blackwatch days. McCree has a type and Genji won’t ever let him live it down.

BrOTP: Dad #2 Gabriel Reyes and his stupid Cowboy son. Bi/Pan Solidarity that is Ashe and McCree. McCree’s a friendly guy and I could go on about him hanging out with every canon Overwatch agent, shootin the shit and just being a good old fashioned country boy.

NOTP: SKIP

Random Headcanon: I don’t think Jesse McCree has ever been the serious type. He handles serious situations with humor, or just getting out of the way. Because of this he’s never talked about his life before Deadlocke much. Just brushing it off with a hallow chuckle about how his dad was your every-day Texian.

General Opinion: I love Jesse. It’s very, VERY easy to say I love Jesse, because I do. He’s a real knuckle head, and he made it a lot easier for me to actually properly get into Overwatch, because he’s so much less serious than most of the characters I knew at the time. He’s pure of heart, dumb of ass, and absolutely terrifying when playing Zenyatta.

[thicc-thighs-save-lives]

📱📱📱

“Gabriel?” Maya, Gabriel’s mother, piped up after snooping just a little in her son’s phone. “Who’re these people?”

Gabriel peered over, taking off his sunglasses. The picture in question was of him, Jesse, Genji and Moira.

“Oh, they work for me. Moira is the woman, she’s a doctor. Jesse’s the cowboy and Genji is the other one. This was taken after we had lunch a couple weeks ago.”

“They all look so nice.”

“Jesse and Genji are... Moira is difficult.”

“So she’s a bitch.” Darius, Gabriel’s dad, pipes up.

“Pretty much.”

“Don’t be like that.” Maya admonishes.