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big-wet-cas-eyes · 4 years ago

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wings: day 3 of @starrynightdeancas 's 2k followers celebration ✨ (ao3)

when i saw the wings prompt, i didn't think i would end up writing meet cute au, but here we are (wc: ~2000)

Thursdays are Dean's favorite day to be at conferences. Usually, there's only a partial day of events, and some people skip it altogether. Once the conference is in full swing, he'll be busy bouncing from talks to lunches to happy hours to dinners with people he only sort of knows. But on Thursdays, he can breathe.

Conferences certainly aren't his favorite part of being a professor. He's kind of a homebody, so the travel and socializing is a little much for him, especially when air travel is involved. But he does like exploring new cities, so he makes the best of it.

That's how he finds himself wandering around downtown Thursday evening. The streets are bustling with the after-work crowd.

Dean pauses when he passes one of those huge angel wing murals that he sees all over the internet. There are a couple of teenage girls standing there posing and giggling. Dean chuckles, and once the girls run off, he snaps a picture of it. His best friend, Jo, loves gimmicky tourist things like that, so he sends the picture off to her, along with a wish you were here text.

"Excuse me, would you mind taking my photo? If you have a moment, of course," a deep voice asks him. Dean looks up to see a man standing there, looking at him hopefully and gesturing behind him toward the mural. He feels his jaw drop open for a second when his eyes rest on the man's face. He's gorgeous. Dark, messy hair and piercing blue eyes that make Dean feel like he's melting into a puddle.

But Dean raises his eyebrow slightly when the question registers in his brain. This guy doesn't really look like the type to want a picture in front of a cotton candy-colored mural of angel wings. He looks to be about Dean's age. He's wearing a full suit with a trench coat on top, despite the summer heat. He realizes he's still staring when the guy clears his throat.

"Sorry for bothering you, I'll find someone else," the man says with a slight nod before beginning to turn away.

"No, no, wait, I'll do it!" Dean says, feeling bad for basically ignoring the guy while checking him out. "You just surprised me. Took my brain a second to process."

The man smiles at him. "Thank you, I appreciate it," he says, handing his phone to Dean. The camera app is already open.

Dean gives him a small smile back. "Not to be weird about it, but you don't really seem like the angel wing mural type."

"Ah, I'm not," he says dryly. Sensing Dean's confusion, probably, he adds, "I sent my daughter a photo of the mural earlier. She's been bombarding me all day with requests that I take a photo in front of it."

Dean smiles wider at that. The man's eyes light up as he's talking about his daughter, and Dean's smitten by how cute it is. "Totally get it, man. If my niece was old enough to text, she'd probably do the same to me." He thinks of little Mary, running around the house in a princess dress and fairy wings as Eileen tries to catch her. Maybe he should take one for her, too. "I've got you." He glances down at the guy's chest and adds, "Take off your badge first."

"What?" the man asks, clearly confused.

Dean pulls his matching conference badge out of his pocket. The lanyards attached to all of the badges this year are a horrid shade of neon orange. "This," Dean says, shaking it slightly, "Take yours off for the picture."

"Oh… thank you," he says, pulling off the lanyard and shoving it into a pocket of his trench coat. He walks in the direction of the mural. He turns and faces Dean, mouth in a straight line.

Dean snaps the photo and frowns. The dude doesn't look happy, despite the joy that was in his eyes when he mentioned his daughter. "Smile, dude! This is for your kid!" Dean says loudly.

The man huffs slightly, but then his mouth splits into a gummy smile, eyes crinkling at the edges. The smile is infectious, and Dean can't help the one that spreads across his own face in response. He takes a couple more photos before he gestures for the guy to come back over. He does and Dean returns his phone.

"Mind taking one of me? Looked at it long enough that I want to send one to my niece anyway."

"Yes, of course," the man replies, taking Dean's offered phone.

Dean smiles and poses (hands on his hips, like a superhero), and there's a good chance the picture captures the laugh that comes out when he hears the other man chuckle.

He walks back over and retrieves his phone. Then, he offers his hand for a handshake. "So I guess we're in town for the same conference. Dean Winchester. It's nice to meet you."

"Castiel Novak," he replies, grasping Dean's hair and shaking it firmly. "It's nice to meet you as well." He pauses for a moment, and his eyes widen with something that looks like recognition. "Dean Winchester. I just read your new paper, Bradbury and Winchester. It was fascinating."

"Hey, thanks, man," Dean says with a grin, "but if I'm being honest, almost all the credit for that one should go to my grad student, Charlie. She's the best."

"Well, it's a testament to your teaching that one of your students can produce such excellent research," Castiel says, and Dean blushes at the words. "I would love to be able to teach like that someday."

"Are you not a professor?" Dean asks. Maybe he misjudged the guy's age.

"No, I actually only recently completed my doctorate. It took a little longer than I'd hoped, but I had to take some time away from schooling for my daughter." Dean nods in understanding. A handful of people he knows had a baby during graduate school and it definitely did not make the experience any easier for them. "I'm beginning a postdoctoral fellowship at the University of Kansas next month, though."

"Oh, no way, that's where I teach!" Dean says. When he sees the glint of amusement in Castiel's eyes, he says, "But you already knew that. Because you just read my paper."

"I did. Different department than you, though. I'll be working with Professor Cain."

Dean smiles. "He's great, you'll like working with him." Before he can continue, Dean's stomach decides to punctuate his sentence with a loud grumble. "Uh, any interest in grabbing dinner? I'm starving, and I'd like to hear more about what you do if we're gonna be colleagues soon."

"Sure, I'd like that, Professor Winchester," Castiel says.

Dean scoffs. "You're uninvited if you call me that, Cas. Just Dean."

"Dean. Okay, let's go," he says, a small smile curling at the edges of his lips. They walk for a while, chatting a little about food and the city until they stumble upon a restaurant that sounds good to both of them.

Once they've ordered, Cas pulls out his phone. "I hope my daughter appreciates the picture," he says, swiping at the screen as he looks through the photos Dean took. He might have gotten a little carried away; there's a bunch. "I don't want to receive another photo of her pouting at me."

Dean chuckles. He pulls out his own phone to send his mural photo to his brother and sister-in-law. Cas also took a few, but he selects one where he's laughing extra hard. Took this for Princess Mary, tell her I love her, he texts to accompany the photo. "I'm sure she'll love it. How many pouting photos did you get?"

Cas hums, tapping a few times on his phone as Dean watches. "It appears… six." He turns his phone around to Dean. The name at the top of the text message thread reads Claire🐝 and he can already see two of the pictures. Cas's daughter, Claire, looks a little older than he expected. That, combined with the heavy eyeliner, doesn't make her seem like the kind of kid that would beg her dad to take a picture with an angel wing mural. Cas scrolls slightly and Dean sees a slew of please dad and you gotta! text messages, interspersed with more pictures of her frowning. It's kind of adorable.

"How old is she?" Dean asks.

"Fifteen," Cas answers. Dean opens his mouth, but closes it again when Cas continues, "I know, I don't look old enough to have a daughter her age. I get that a lot."

"Sorry," Dean mumbles. "No need to explain, I was just surprised."

Cas shrugs. "It's okay. Accidental pregnancy with my high school girlfriend back when we were both trying to convince ourselves that we were straight." Cas immediately blushes. "Sorry, too much information. I had already switched out of professional mode for the evening, and I forgot that we technically work together."

"You're in good company. No judgment from me. You won't be the only one out of the closet when you get there." He winks and then grimaces internally. He hadn't meant to start flirting.

Cas's eyes widen and then soften. "Thank you, Dean. I'm glad I haven't made a total fool of myself." His phone buzzes on the table and he picks it up. He smiles that wide, bright smile again, the one that Dean can't help but match. "Claire loves the photo," he says, turning his phone around. It's another photo of Claire, but this time she has the same bright smile on her face as her dad.

"She really wanted you to take that picture, didn't she," Dean says with a chuckle.

Cas nods. "She did. She's a sweet girl."

"Why's she love angel wings so much? She doesn't really… look the type, I guess," Dean asks, his curiosity finally winning out.

"The eyeliner phase is new. She's always loved angels, though. Her mother used to tell her angels were watching over her every night before bed, and I think that stuck with her."

Dean smiles. "My mom used to say the same thing to me. Definitely sticks with you," he says, as he pushes up the sleeve of his shirt. He holds his arm out to show Castiel the angel wing tattoo on his forearm, his mom's name and the dates she was alive in the middle. "Got this for her a few years ago."

Cas reaches out, brushing the edge of one of the wings. Dean shivers a little at the touch, but mostly just because of how soft and gentle Cas's hands are. "It's beautiful, I'm sure she would appreciate it," Cas says. "I think Claire's mom always said it because I'm named for an angel. Claire calls me her angel when she's feeling sentimental." Dean's not sure if Cas realizes that he's still tracing the edges of his tattoo. Honestly, he doesn't mind. The contact feels nice and he feels surprisingly drawn to Cas. His hand stays there until their food arrives.

The conversation shifts slightly, becoming more casual. They talk about their research, the talks they're planning to attend during the weekend, and a little bit about the university Castiel will soon call home. It's comfortable. Cas is really nice and interesting, and Dean's excited that it looks like he'll have a new friend when the school year starts.

A little voice in the back of his head hopes that he'll end up more than a friend, and Dean thinks the feeling might be mutual when Cas grabs his hand on their way back to the conference hotel.

#dailydestieldelights #destiel ficlet #destiel au ficlet #deancas ficlet #deancas au #my writing

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destieltropecollection · 5 years ago

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Destiel Trope Collection Day 18: Magical Realism

Runs in the Family | @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: General Word Count: 1497 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Kid Fic Summary: Dean's new boyfriend, Cas, has been wary about him meeting his child, Claire. Dean gets it, they've only been seeing each other for a few weeks. What Dean doesn't know is that Cas might have more reasons for worry than just a premature attachment.

The Magic of Mistletoes | @Destielshipper4Cas

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1610 Main Tags/Warnings: Witch Cas, First Kiss, Fluff, Christmas Fluff Summary: Dean has been coming to Cas’ witch shop for a while now. (Not because of the pretty owner, but to buy things he needed for a hunt, of course. That was the official version, in any case.) When Christmas time rolls around, and an enchanted mistletoe appears in the shop, will Dean get up the courage to act on the magical bond that is forming between them?

secret of the sea | @saltnhalo

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2465 Main Tags/Warnings: Creature Castiel (Supernatural), Selkie Castiel (Supernatural), Kid Dean Winchester, Kid Castiel (Supernatural), First Meetings, Injured Castiel (Supernatural) Summary: Dean is ten years old when he finds the injured seal, exhausted and adrift in the moonlit ocean.

Memory Lane | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: General Word Count: 4421 Main Tags/Warnings: Witch!Castiel, Love Confessions, Cursed!Dean Summary: Dean's best friend Castiel is a genuine, bonafide witch with potions and magic spells to prove it. You'd think he'd have learned by now to be more careful around Castiel's things.

A Different Kind of Magic | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4775 Main Tags/Warnings: Cursed!Dean, Witch!Castiel, Shop owner!Castiel, Summary: Castiel is a witch that prides himself on his healing spells and Dean is that one customer that keeps coming into his shop with a different illness that needs curing. - Castiel looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Well, Dean, you’ve been cursed.” Dean’s eyes widened at the buzzword. “Cursed? What do you mean?” Castiel looked at him sympathetically as he pulled out a small, square bottle. “You either made a witch very angry or made someone that knows a witch very angry.”

A Sacrifice Worth Keeping | @saltnhalo

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5151 Main Tags/Warnings: Pagan Gods, Pagan God Castiel, Sacrifice Dean Winchester, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex God Castiel, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Tattoos, Light Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones Summary: The sun rises over the treetops and touches Dean’s face, and still, he waits. The villagers have retreated back to the village to pray, allowing the god his privacy, and it is just Dean out here now. He closes his eyes, tips his face up towards the sun and allows its rays to caress his skin, knowing full well that it could be for the last time. When he opens them again, there is a man standing in front of him.

Into the Dark | @nickelkeep

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7092 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Creatures & Monsters, AU - Modern with Magic, Witch!Castiel, Cambion!Dean, Summary: Castiel looked at Dean's hand and started towards taking it before realizing what was in front of him. ""How did you get in here?"" ""Little bit of B and E. Nothing's broken. I promise."" Dean smiled, and Castiel found himself enchanted a little. But not that much. ""This place is warded against Demons."" Castiel turned his head back towards Sam and focused on him. ""How did not just one, but two of you get in here?""

Flowers in the Snow | @MsJojo96

Rating: Mature Word Count: 8141 Main Tags/Warnings: Witch, witch!cas, barista!cas, familiar, au, alternate universe, destiel Summary: Dean did not plan his christmas to be this way. Snowed in with a total stranger and his two creepy cats. But destiny has a funny way of bringing people together, especially when one of the two people has it's hands in the bowl.

Stone Bline Love | @nickelkeep

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8823 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Modern with Magic, AU - Creatures and Monsters, Blind!Dean, Demigod!Dean, Gorgon!Cas Summary: In modern society, creatures are accepted among humans - assuming that the creature can pass as human. Enter Cas, a Gorgon who moved to the city to get away from his judgmental clan, only to find himself judged for the crimes of the ancient past. With the help of a Siren named Charlie, Cas finds home, and a handsome Demigod named Dean.

Burn Out this Love | @spnsmile

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9389 Main Tags/Warnings: NonCon, Curses, Dubcon, fluff, Romance, jealous Cas, Top!Cas, Bunker Summary: Complete blackout in the Bunker during a stormy night has TFW 2.0 setting up candles in the war room except Dean accidentally lights one of the cursed candles that extracted a part of himself that believes he loves Castiel. A shaman comes to help but not really, resulting in the angel’s short temper and taking matters in his own hands to make Dean remember. Dean did not forget his name after. #written for supernaturalpromptchallenge March prompt: candle:fire

Touch Bonded (WIP) | @Destielshipper4Cas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9600 Main Tags/Warnings: Witch Castiel, Alternate Universe - Magic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Touching Summary: Whenever Dean gets hurt on a hunt, Cas (his witch friend he has a crush on) heals him with a gentle touch that Dean secretly cherishes. When it happens more and more often, the witch gives him a protection amulet that is supposed to keep Dean from getting hurt. Suddenly, Dean notices injuries appear on Cas, and the witch’s explanations for how he got them don’t make much sense. Being touch bonded to a witch can have its perks too, though, and soon Dean finds a way to turn the tables on Cas and show him how good the right kind of touch can feel.

Ensnared | @saltnhalo

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10359 Main Tags/Warnings: Shipwrecked, Creature Castiel, Sailor Dean, Siren Castiel, Fluff, Angst, Masturbation, Desert Island Summary: As the current pulls him a little closer to the island, the singing grows stronger. It’s deep and lyrical and the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard and he’s suddenly overcome by the desperate, searing need to be closer, to hear it in all its intended glory. And as he passes a single spur of rock that juts out a little further into the ocean than the others, Dean sees him.

No Man's Waters | @envydean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 21092 Main Tags/Warnings: merman!cas, merman!Dean, merfolk, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, War, Treason, Touch-Starved Summary: When Castiel is cast out of his territory for disobeying orders for war, he’s left to perish in No Man’s Waters, the treacherous depth between the Garrison Territory and the Huntsman’s Territory. Nothing survives there, and Castiel is barely holding on to life when one of the Huntsmen Merfolk comes to his aid.

Bards and Buskers | @mrshays

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 21620 Main Tags/Warnings: au - modern setting, urban fantasy, museum archivist Castiel, musician Dean Winchester, asexual character, dungeons and dragons mythology, bardic inspiration, quest Summary: Castiel Novak, the archivist for a folk-art museum, has inherited an exhibit from his colleague and best friend, Charlie Bradbury. He’s introverted and only interacts with the public via the museum’s social media, but the exhibit requires him to interview local street musicians. After reading Charlie’s notes on bards, Castiel is reminded of the man he sees at the transit station each morning. Dean Winchester has been busking around the US since his parents died in a car accident, playing the guitar his mother left behind. He visits his brother, Sam, in Palo Alto and funds his next trip playing in a transit station. He would have traveled along some time ago, but a studious man with ocean blue eyes keeps giving him a smile and his pocket money and Dean is ensnared. Will the pair form a more profound bond?

Magic in the Moonlight | @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Rating: Mature Word Count: 26143 Main Tags/Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending, dean has anxiety, mechanic!dean, baker!charlie, bird!cas Summary: Once upon a time a boy named Dean lived with his mother, father, and little brother in a world filled with magic. When tragic circumstances left the young brothers without a mom, their father declared that no magic would touch their lives ever again. Years later Dean’s brother has learned to live with magic again, but Dean still lives on the outskirts of town, choosing to befriend the birds in his backyard rather than try to build relationships with people who use magic for nearly everything in life. But then, one ordinary February morning, two things happen that turn Dean’s world upside down: a magical accident leads to him making a most surprising new friend, and a very out-of-place bird--bright blue with messy black feathers on its head and a rather captivating gaze--shows up in his backyard. Suddenly Dean is facing magic again, in very unexpected ways. Can he fly these turbulent skies to find his happily ever after?

Gardens Of Elembor | @navajolovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 31447 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe Fantasy Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester Top Dean WinchesterBottom Castiel Switching Wizard Castiel Elemental Dean Winchester Magic Explicit Sexual Content Magic Summary: Castiel is cast into the world that was his favorite book growing up. He always knew it felt real, but when he finds a talking unicorn on the busy street while on his way to work, he finds himself transported to Elembor and finds Dean of Winchester waiting for him. When Dean tells him he is a powerful wizard, he knows he's lost his mind. It's a world he's sworn to protect, and he takes it seriously. Especially when Dean tells him he's there to kill the beast.

Contracts and crosswords | @wingsandimpalas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 45657 Main Tags/Warnings: Warnings: graphic depictions of violence Mentions and flashbacks to child abuse Tags: Enemies to lovers, Angel Dean, Demon castiel, Lawyer Castiel, Bigotry & Prejudice, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - Magic realism, Hate to Love, Social Worker Dean, Drunk Sex, Misunderstandings, Angst with Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Background - Rowena/Sam Winchester/Gabriel, Background Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak Summary: After years of working as Claire’s Guardian angel, Dean's getting ready to let his Charge go. It’s time to let her make a life without him being there to protect her. He probably would have done it too, if he didn't discover that Claire went behind his back making a deal with the infamous lawyer Castiel Gladius. With his past experiences making him wary of demon deals, Dean offers to take Claire's place. Working for a demon he hates, just so his kid doesn’t have too. But will spending 66 days in the presence of the alluring Castiel lead to more than he ever bargained for?

so bitter and so sweet | @pomegranatedaffodil

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 57205 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern with Magic, Magic User Dean, Cop Castiel, Ghosts, Possession, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Curses, Past Dean/Benny, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Referenced Switching, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Dean has known about the family curse ever since it claimed the life of his mother: anyone who dares to love a Winchester is fated to die. When he takes a chance on love and loses his husband Benny, his belief in its power only grows stronger. Two years later, a late-night phone call from his brother Sam sends both of their lives spinning wildly out of control. Then Officer Cas Novak arrives in town, looking into the disappearance of Sam’s girlfriend Ruby, and starts asking questions Sam and Dean can’t answer. Complicating matters even further, Dean feels an immediate, overwhelming connection to the intense, blue-eyed source of their problems. Dealing with all the secrets, the lies, and a brother slowly crumbling under the weight of his guilt doesn’t leave much time for romance, but as Cas gets closer to the truth, he also gets closer to Dean. Inspired by the film Practical Magic.

Lifetime Piling Up | @mittensmorgul

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 58916 Main Tags/Warnings: modern AU, tattoo artist!Dean, trauma surgeon!Cas, canon typical violence, fluff and smut Summary: Cas is having a bad day. He burned his bagel, missed his ride to work and had to run to the hospital in the pouring rain, and then witnessed his attending accidentally kill a patient during a routine surgery. Now he might be on the hook for his boss’s mistake, but was it really a mistake, or is he the next target of Dr. Nick Morningstar’s sick mind games? Dean is also having a bad day. His brother nearly set his kitchen on fire, he’s training a new apprentice in his tattoo shop, and then he gets a mysterious call that Sam needs a ride to the hospital after a freak accident in the pouring rain left him with an injured shoulder. A chance encounter at the hospital leads Dean and Cas to each other after a decade of coincidences and premonitions, and suddenly their worst day might become the foundation for all of their best. A story of choice and destiny, and the power of found family, foretold through uncanny tattoos.

The Closest Thing We Have To Magic | @ellen-of-oz

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 221231 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate universe - university, Alternate universe - magical realism, Professor Cas, Grad student Dean, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pining Summary: Dean Winchester is a graduate student at Stanford University’s School of the Occult. A naturally-talented mage but a lazy professor and student, he figures he’ll coast through his final year the way he always has: with charisma, charm, and a natural aptitude for magic. All that changes when his thesis advisor, Dr. Castiel Novak, turns out to be the strictest and most challenging educator on-campus. Unfortunately for Dean, the uptight professor is nearly his age and infuriatingly gorgeous. But Castiel is keeping a secret, a powerful talent that’s more a curse than a blessing when he’s targeted by seditious parts of magical society. Can Dean and Cas put aside their animosity—and undeniable chemistry—long enough to instill real change in the magical community? Or will sinister plots and hidden agendas keep them apart?

#destiel trope collection 2020 #destiel trope collection #destiel #magical realism #day 18

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searchforthescars · 6 years ago

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for the prompts: “i’m so sorry” and you can write for whoever you’re feeling the most ;)

hahahahaha so this took way too long and I’m so sorry BUT it’s almost 4k words so maybe that makes it better??

HERE BE QOAAD SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

So basically after I read the Thule section of QOAAD I wanted to write something in which Livvy comes back to her family. Partially, it’s because it’s an angsty/heartbreaking/wonderful concept, and also because I wanted an excuse to examine Livvy’s trauma.

So here, enjoy. (:

Her family knows she’s coming. They’re prepared; in fact, Tessa says Julian is beside himself with excitement. Livia thinks she’s ready, too. The new Los Angeles Enclave is in Diana’s capable hands. Maia and Bat and all the rest of her council have practically begged her to leave.

Tessa tells Livia that the smart thing, the Blackthorn thing to do was to go. Looking back, that’s probably the thing that convinces her.

“You’re loyal,” Tessa says, brushing a stray hair from Livia’s cheek. “All Blackthorns are. You’re loyal and smart and strong, and you don’t know what to do when you aren’t needed.”

“I’m not,” Livia whispers. “Not anymore. Diana doesn’t need me, and neither do Bat or Raphael or-”

“I know,” Tessa says. “But your family does. Your loss tore a hole in them that nothing can repair. You know Julian wants you there. He invited you once and you said no because of duty. Because of loyalty. But now, I think it’s time.”

Livia nods. Tessa summons a Portal. As Livia steps forward, Tessa touches her shoulder, right above her tattoo.

“I hope there is a day when you no longer feel the need to wear this,” she says sadly.

Livia forces a smile, a tiny close-lipped thing. “Me too.”

Her eyes sweep the sea, the sand, the caves. She thinks of Cameron, his body walled inside the Silent City. She thinks of Rafael and Diana and Maia and all the others that have loved her fiercely, trusted her willingly. She thinks of the scorches in the marble and concrete of the Grove where a body once burned. She thinks of executions. She thinks of victories.

“Go,” Tessa says clearly. “Go, Livia Blackthorn.”

Livia steps forward. The last thing she sees before the Portal closes around her is the sun rising over the horizon of the new Los Angeles.

The first thing she sees when she opens her eyes is a very worried Emma hovering over her."You're lucky I didn’t sit up," Livia says, picturing their foreheads smacking together.Her voice sounds rough to her own ears. She was trying for a dry tone, but her voice just sounds...empty.

Emma winces and leans back, allowing Livia to sit up. “You should take it easy,” Emma says nervously. “You ended up on the beach, probably a little dehydrated.”

“I’m fine,” Livia groans. Her head pounds, but she sits up anyway, swinging her legs over the side of the infirmary bed and taking in a room she hasn't seen properly in almost ten years.

She can't make herself think about the Institute or her family or the fact that she is now in a world in which she doesn't truly belong. The immensity of it will crush her. So she looks up at Emma and asks the only question that makes sense in that moment.

"Where is my family?"

In Emma's defense, she did warn Livia that barging into Julian's attic-turned-studio would give him a heart attack. In Livia's defense, she wanted to see her big brother again.

“Julian?” she calls from one side of the door. On the other side, she hears a thump and a crash. “Jules? It’s-”

The door flies open. Julian tosses a paintbrush aside and stares at her.

“You have paint on your forehead,” she tells him after a moment, trying to be normal. Trying to be okay.

“Livvy,” Julian breathes, reaching for her, wrapping her in a hug. Like she did in her office, Livia leans her forehead against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of turpentine and paint, cloves and mint.

“It’s okay,” Julian murmurs. Livia’s heart clenches. Is it? “You’re okay now, baby girl. It’s okay.”

She lets him hold her and pretends not to notice when he cries. She wonders, distantly, if she should feel guilty for the dryness of her eyes.

The most gratifying reunion thus far is when Drusilla barrels into the kitchen, grabs a water bottle from the fridge and completely blows past Livia.

“Wait!” she hears Dru shout from outside. “HOLY SHIT!”

“Language, Drusilla!” Julian scolds from near the sink, but he’s smiling as Dru races back into the kitchen, nearly tripping over a chair, and wraps Livia into a crushing hug.

“Are you real?” Dru asks her sister, voice thick with tears. “Are you staying?”

Livia nods, reaching up - up? When did Dru get so tall? - to stroke her sister’s hair. “I’m staying.”

Dru pulls back. Her eyes immediately go to the scar running across Livia’s face. A sudden memory jolts Livia: their mother, standing in the kitchen, her eyes immediately fixating on any flaw in a shirt, a face, a painting.

“You look so much like Mom,” Livia whispers.

Dru reaches out to touch Livia’s cheek. “You look so much like yourself.” She taps the scar. “Except this. How did you get this? It’s so badass!”

“Language,” Julian chides again, giving the pasta on the stove a jab with a fork.

Dru rolls her eyes. “Jules, I’ve heard you and Emma in your room. You use way worse, and way more explicit language.”

Julian groans and mutters something under his breath. Livia can’t help but laugh.

“Come see me soon?” Dru asks. “We have so much to talk about.”

Livia nods. “Whenever you want.”

In retrospect, Livia should have asked Julian why he was cooking. She also should have changed clothes into something this dimension’s Livia would wear. But instead, she wanders the Institute that feels like a stranger’s home, and makes a mental list.

What I Know:

She finds the room that belonged to another version of her without any trouble. It’s right across from Ty’s, the only door with dust on the knob. There are pen marks on the doorframe: her height, and Ty’s, marked out year by year, stopping at age 15.

Livia touches her name. It’s not her given name, but a nickname she hasn’t heard in years. She adds to her list: Everyone called this Livia ‘Livvy’

She opens the closet. It’s modestly full of dresses, long sweaters, shapeless shirts and many, many sets of gear. She can’t imagine wearing any of the dresses. She pulls one from the closet - a green sleeveless dress with a short chiffon skirt and a low back - and laughs to herself. The other Livia liked dresses and gear.

She wanders over to the desk. It’s neat, like her desk at the Bradbury, only with more books: Sherlock Holmes, advanced calculus, computer science and programming.

Something in the back of her mind itches. She reaches for the calculus book and flips it open, batting away the dust that rises up from the pages. The numbers are familiar, but the problems are foreign.

This Livia was smart.

She sits down. The desk chair creaks. Someone other than her must have sat here; the seat is too high. She lowers it until her feet touch the floor.

“You’re shorter than you were here.”

Livia whips around to the door. Emma leans against the doorframe, body language easy, eyes hard. “Sorry,” she says, lifting her hands. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Livia shrugs. “It’s okay.” She looks down at her hands. Did the other Livia have these scars? “It makes sense. During our formative years, we were malnourished.”

Emma raises an eyebrow. “‘Our’?”

Livia feels herself flinch internally. Emma sighs. “You did that here, too,” she says, almost wistfully. “Talked about yourselves as if you were a unit.”

“We were,” Livia says, almost defensively. Two factions of emotion war within her. On one hand, she dislikes the implied denouncement of her relationship with her twin. On the other, it’s been so long since she’s talked about her family without the conversation surrounding their deaths.

Emma’s eyes go to the desk. “You know calculus?”

“I know math.” Livia cracks one of her knuckles. “I don’t know if I know this much of it, though.”

The corner of Emma’s mouth twitches. “I think you’ll figure it out.”

Livia doubts it, but she doesn’t say anything. Emma turns to leave, then looks back. “Livvy,” she says, her voice impossibly soft. “Don’t worry about trying to fit into a mold of another person. Just be you.”

“I’m not-” Livia chokes on the lump rising in her throat. She swallows, tries again. “I’m not what- who you lost. I want to be. I don’t want to cause anyone any more pain. But I can’t pretend forever. And I don’t know what you want from me.”

Emma twists the ring on her left hand around her finger. Livia sees the thorns emblazoned on the silver band and tries not to smile. “At your core, you are the girl we lost. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but take it from someone who knew you since the day you were born, you are.”

“How?” Livia asks dubiously.

Emma thinks for a moment. “After Julian hugged you in Thule, you touched his face. You patted it, as if the shape of his features comforted you. You’ve been doing that since you were a little girl.”

Livia sniffs, once. Emma strides forward to wrap Livia in a hug, her head against the older girl’s chest. It’s a little awkward with the chair between them, but welcome in a strange way.

“The way you talk is the same,” Emma continues, her chin resting atop Livia’s head. “You stand the same way, too. And there’s a very specific way you say your twin’s name that no one could hope to replicate, even if they tried.”

She pulls back, kneels before Livia, and takes her face in her hands. The Blackthorn family ring is cold against Livia’s cheek. After a moment, Emma takes her hand away, pulls off the ring, and hands it to Livia. “Here.”

Livia shakes her head. “That’s- that’s yours. From Julian. I can’t-”

Emma presses it into her palm. “I’ll get another one.” She smiles. “Julian would want you to have it.”

“What do I want?” Julian asks from the hall. Livia holds up the ring. Julian grins. “Yeah. You’re right. Put it on, Livs.”

Livia does. It’s a strangely familiar weight on her hand. Emma kisses her forehead, and she and Julian leave her be.

Livia turns to the desk, to the book full of pencil markings. On instinct, she opens the top left-hand desk drawer, where her desk in the Bradbury held paper and pens.

There, rattling in the desk, are pencils. And, beside them, a notebook full of blank pages.

Despite herself, Livia smiles.

She’s mid-way through her twentieth problem when Octavian barges into the room. “Livvy!” he shouts, flying at her, hugging her tightly. “I missed you! I missed you!”

“I missed you too,” Livia murmurs, rubbing Tavvy’s back. He’s small for a ten-year-old; she can feel his ribs and spine against her palm. “Where have you been all day?”

“I went to the beach with Mark and Tina and Ty,” he says. He pulls away and reaches into his pocket, presenting her with a near-perfect sand dollar. “Look!”

Livia feels her heart start to race at the mention of her twin’s name. She pushes her emotions aside and takes the sand dollar in her hand. “It’s beautiful, Tavvy.”

“You can keep it,” he says, earnest. “Mark says they bring good luck.”

“You need good luck, it seems,” Mark says, entering the room without so much as a hello. He sits on the edge of her bed and winces. “I forget how hard you like your mattresses.”

Livia laughs. “Hi, Mark.”

He smiles at her. “We’ll talk later,” he murmurs as Tavvy continues to chatter about the ocean and seashells and a seagull that took it upon itself to chase Cristina Rosales halfway down the beach.

When Tavvy takes a breath, Mark interjects. “Weren’t you sent here to tell Livia something?”

“Oh, yeah.” Tavvy grabs her hand. “Can you come to the library? We want to surprise Ty.”

“Surprise Ty?” Livia repeats, looking over at Mark for confirmation. “He doesn’t usually like surprises, Tavvy.”

“We figured if we told him, he’d bolt,” Dru says, poking her head into the room. “Come on. He’s getting suspicious.”

Wordlessly, Livia follows her siblings down to the library. She schools her features into the blank expression of calm she perfected over years of leadership, but inside, she’s quaking. She can feel her hands shaking at her sides. Her arms are slowly going numb. Her heart is racing, and she can feel her breath quickening.

She’s nervous, she supposes. And terrified. What if he doesn’t want me? What if he hates me?

“He won’t hate you,” Mark says, as if reading her thoughts. When they reach the library, he hangs back with her. “As surely as I know the sun rises in the east, I know that Tiberius could never hate you.”

Livia looks up at him. “Why are you talking like that?”

Mark laughs. “It’s a long story.” Livia opens her mouth, and Mark shushes her. “No, Livvy.” He pushes the door open. “You have to go in.”

So she does. Ty is leaning over a table, studying something in a thin, black notebook. “The shadow needs to be darker,” he’s telling Julian, who crosses his arms and leans against a bookshelf.

“Now you’re giving me artistic advice?” he asks, bemused.

Ty stands up straight. Livia feels her eyes widen in shock. He’s tall. He’s grown up. He’s practically a man now. “You asked for my opinion, Julian.”

Julian smiles, his eyes on Livia’s. “That I did.”

“What are you looking at?” Ty asks, turning. The moment his eyes meet her’s, Livia wants to bolt.

I can’t do this, she thinks, mouth dry. I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t.

You have to, she tells herself sternly. Her resolve - the same resolve she had when she stood on a cliff’s edge, prepared to blow her brother’s head off with a shotgun - strengthens. You have to.

The twins regard one another from across the library. Ty's hands flutter at his sides, then go still.

"Livvy?"

Livia opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. So she nods. Yes, it's me. Yes, I'm here.

Ty strides forward until they're an arm's length from one another. His eyes trace the scar on her face. She can see the conflict in his eyes, a push and pull he can’t resolve. A part of her is relieved. She can still read him. On some tiny level, she still knows him.

Behind Ty, Julian watches them. Livia can see the fear in his eyes, the silent prayer that Ty won't push her away.

She wouldn't blame Ty if he did. She's a transplant, after all; it would make sense for him to reject her like mundane bodies reject a foreign heart or lung or limb.

She looks down at Ty’s hands, now barely shaking. They look strong. They’re climber’s hands, she realizes, and then she has to tamp down the rising memories of knives and demons, water and blood.

Ty links his pinky with hers. She looks up sharply, physically jolting at the sensation, then nearly yelps when Ty pulls her to him, wrapping her in a tight one-armed hug.

“Livvy,” he says again, voice rough. Tentatively, she wraps her free arm around his waist, her upper arm still pinned by his. “Livia.”

"I'm sorry," she gasps against his shoulder. It’s all she can say. He trembles against her, the hand now holding hers spasming. "I'm so sorry, Ty."

He lifts their connected hands and places her other arm over his shoulder. He buries his face in her neck. She can feel the tears on his cheeks.

“Hold me,” he mutters. “Livvy, please.”

She does. She squeezes him tight and tight and tighter, until they may as well be the same person. He responds in kind, tangling his fingers in her hair, smoothing his hand up and down her back.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers again when he pulls away. “I’m so sorry.”

Ty studies her face. Carefully, he touches a hand to the scar on her cheek. “You didn’t cry,” he says. “Why aren’t you crying? There are tears in your eyes.”

Livia shakes her head. “I don’t deserve to cry,” she says. “I left you. Not the other way around.”

“I left you in your world,” Ty counters. Despite herself, Livia flinches. “And clearly it bothers you.”

“You have no idea,” Livia whispers.

“Actually,” Ty says softly, the saddest smile crossing his face, “I do.”

She does cry, eventually. After Ty disentangles himself from her to get something from his room and Julian sees himself out, she sinks to her knees on the library floor and wraps her arms around her torso. It’s cold comfort, but it’s all she can do to keep herself together.

She remembers the last time she did this. It was when she lost Dru, the last of her family. She collapsed on the office floor and wrapped her arms around herself, digging her fingers into the spaces between her ribcage as if she could break her own heart via her lungs.

Cameron had found her then. He sat with her, his hand on her back, and let her cry ugly, heaving sobs until her energy was spent. She hasn’t cried since. Not until now.

Before she even registers the tears, they’re falling, one after the other until she’s sobbing, biting on her fist to keep from making noise, twisting her shirt in her fingers to stop herself from shaking.

I’m sorry, she thinks, although about what, or to whom, she’s not sure. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

“Don’t be sorry,” she hears Ty say, and she knows she shouldn’t be speaking aloud, knows she should stop, knows she should pull it together for him, but all she can do is reach up for him and pull him down to sit beside her.

“Livvy,” Ty sighs, guiding her head to lean on his shoulder, wiping her tears with a soft hand. “It’s okay, Livvy. You’re home now. You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you again.”

“They didn’t hurt me,” she gasps. “That’s the point. Everyone else hurt. Everyone else died.” Her voice rises in a heartbroken howl. “And I got to live! It’s not fair!”

Ty is silent for a moment. Then, “I wrote you something.”

Livia lifts her head. “What?” She dashes tears from her cheeks.

Ty holds up an envelope. “I got your letter. But it burned when-” he cuts himself off, color rising to his cheeks. “But I thought...if someone ever went back to Thule, maybe I could reach you.” He places the envelope on the floor in front of her. “You don’t have to read it now. But I wanted you to have it.”

Livia dries her tears. “Thank you,” she whispers. “For everything.”

Ty shakes his head. “I didn’t do anything.” He locks his pinky with hers. “You saved yourself. Here, you saved Julian. And now you’re back, and I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

It takes her a moment to realize he’s teasing. When she does, she smiles.

“I was wrong,” he says softly, standing up and offering her a hand. She takes it; he easily pulls her to her feet. “When Julian first told me about you, I was wrong.”

Livia frowns. “About what?”

Ty bends down to pick up the letter. He extends it to her, and she takes it. “You are my Livvy.”

In the middle of the night, Livia wakes up.

She may have had a nightmare; she’s not sure, since she can’t remember whatever dream pulled her from sleep to waking, but, in any case, she’s up now. So she turns on the light, smiling fondly when she sees Ty curled up, asleep on her floor, and reaches for his letter.

Livvy,

When Julian told me about you, I told him you weren’t my Livvy. I believed that, too, up until now. Now, upon further reflection, I think you might be. Everything Julian told me makes sense now. Of course you would have started a rebellion. Of course you would have kept us together. Of course you’re leading the survivors of the Dark War. I wouldn’t expect anything else from you, honestly. You’re a warrior, Livvy. It’s what you do. You protect people from the things that hurt them. You protected me from the world. You protected me from myself.

I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner. In this world, you wanted to be parabatai, and I said no. I told you I would always protect you and stand with you anyway; why did we need a pair of runes and an oath? Now, I wish I hadn’t. I held you back, and I didn’t protect you when you needed it most. Logically, I know I was too far away to save you, but you have to know that I would have died for you.

I wish I could have died with you. It isn’t fair that you’re gone and I’m here. It isn’t fair that I’m gone in your world, either. At least here, I have my family. There, you’re all alone.

Maybe there’s a dimension where we’re together. I hope so. I miss you, Livvy. More than anything. I wish the version of you reading this could tell me how long it takes for the world to right itself under the twinless twin’s feet. Because I think my world will always be off-axis.

There’s nothing if you aren’t here.

I love you, Livvy.

-Ty

“You finally get to read it.”

“What the hell?” Livia hisses, lurching back against the headboard. In front of her, at the foot of the bed, hovers a ghostly visage: a younger version of herself with longer hair and an unblemished face in a long white dress. “You’re-”

“I’m you,” Ghost Livia says. She smiles softly. “This is kind of cool, actually.” She cocks her head to the side, seemingly studying Livia’s face. “I’m badass in your dimension, huh?” She crosses her arms. “Let me guess, you hate the scar.”

“How is this-”

“Ty will tell you,” Ghost Livia says. “He’ll tell you everything.” Some unrecognizable emotion crosses her face. “I have to go now,” she says, a little mournfully. “Soul theory is a strange thing. You and I are tied somehow, just like Ty and I are bound. I don’t know all of how it works, but there’s enough of you in me, and me in you, where I can’t stay here.”

Livia nods. “It makes sense. Our timelines were the same at one point.”

Ghost Livia smiles down at Ty, still asleep on the floor. “I don’t have to tell you to take care of him. I know you will. Just…” she searches his face. “Don’t leave him again. We’re not meant to be separated.”

Livia nods. “I won’t. I swear.”

Ghost Livia sighs. She tilts her head up, as if looking at the sky. “Tell Ty I love him,” she says. “Tell him you love him too.”

As Livia watches, Ghost Livia disappears. Ty wakes up with a start, blinking as if adjusting to the light.

“She’s gone,” he says, emotionless.

Livia nods. “I’m sorry.”

Ty shakes his head, clambering up to sit beside her. “I’m not.” He leans into her, bumping her arm with his forehead like a cat until she lifts her arm to encircle his shoulders. “I have something much better.”

She kisses the top of his head and smooths down his messy hair. Her own voice echoes in her head. I kissed him. I told him I loved him.

“I love you, my Ty,” she whispers. When he doesn’t answer, she looks down and smiles when she sees he’s asleep. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

#qoaad spoilers #livvy blackthorn #tsc #tda #someone pls like this lmao I'm too attached #tiberiusblacktorn

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hal-stewart · 6 years ago

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I. BASIC

FULL NAME: Harold Stewart NICKNAME(S): Hal DATE OF BIRTH: 22nd December, 1983 NATIONALITY: American OCCUPATION: Inventor/Artist RELIGION: Agnostic GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender male SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demisexual & Demiromantic ETHNICITY: White SPECIES: Witch (Alchemist)

II. APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Jake Gyllenhaal HEIGHT: 6' 1'' WEIGHT: 170 lbs HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Blue DOMINANT HAND: Left SCARS: The most prominent ones are on his left eyebrow and his left hand. They were the result of a bike accident when he was little. Back when he and Hugh still looked more similar that scar on Hal’s eyebrow was the surefire way to tell them apart. TATTOOS: Hal has 8 tattoos. 1: Three armband tattoos on his right forearm. 2: The “Memento Mori” tattoo above his left elbow. 3: The infamous YOLO tattoo on his right shoulderblade (he got it while drunk when he was seventeen, and luckily, it’s a small tattoo). 4: The two parallel lines of Roman numerals that go from the base of his neck to his left shoulder (one line depicts his mother’s birthdate and the other the day she passed away). 5 & 6: A constellation on his left inner forearm and the seven alchemical symbols for the core metals on his wrist. 7: A circle on the left side his neck (for alchemists, circles serve as a conduit which focuses and dictates the flow of power). 8: The earth ground symbol at the back of his left ankle (in electrical engineering it represents the physical connection to the ground under your feet). PIERCINGS: None

III. BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Lethe, Washington CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lethe, Washington FINANCIAL STATUS: Middle Class EDUCATION LEVEL: Bachelor of Engineering

IV. RELATIONSHIPS

FATHER: Herbert Stewart (estranged) MOTHER: Sarah Stewart (deceased) SIBLINGS: Hugh Stewart FAMILY: N/A PET(S): Does his carnivorous plant count? He named it Larry.

V. PERSONALITY

MYERS-BRIGGS: ENTP ENNEATYPE: Type 4, The Individualist MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good TEMPERAMENT: Choleric, Melancholic HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor ELEMENT: Earth SIN: Wrath VIRTUE: Diligence QUALITIES: Strong-willed, Loyal, Creative, Straightforward, Resourceful & Unconventional FLAWS: Bull-headed, Petty, Unreliable, Guilt complex, Quick-tempered & Cynic SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English FEAR(S): Continuing to fail those he loves, losing Hugh, becoming his father, going back to his more self-destructive habits.

VI. FAVORITES

COLORS: Brown, black, grey and red MUSIC: Arcade Fire, Michael Jackson, Prince, The Midnight, Jungle, Fleetwood Mac AUTHORS: Ray Bradbury, H.G. Wells, George Orwell, H.P. Lovecraft MOVIES: Memento (2000), Blade Runner (1982), Arrival (2016), Interstellar (2014) SEASON: Winter BEVERAGE: Beer, black coffee, coke, cranberry juice FOOD: Tacos, sushi, cheeseburger, pizza ANIMALS: Dog, green iguana, raven

#Hal: stats

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ao3feed-wincest-archive · 7 years ago

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Skin Deep

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2FopOz2

by SinnamonSpider

The guy jumped to his feet and Dean realized how tall he really was. “Look, I’ll explain. I, uh - I lost a bet, and the punishment is that I have to get a tattoo. Today.”

Dean arched his eyebrow. “That’s a really bad idea,” he said flatly.

Words: 5532, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Otherwheres: Supernatural AU Bingo Challenge

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Smith, Sam Wesson, Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran

Relationships: Dean Smith/Sam Wesson, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Tattoo Artist Dean, Tattoos, First Time, Frottage, Workplace Sex

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2FopOz2

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #wincest

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cowplant-pizza · 7 years ago

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Sim Request: @prettyinpixelations

prettyinpixelations: Hi lovely. I adore your sims and was wondering if you’re still accepting requests? I need me a hunky spouse.I’m thinking someone a little edgy. Muscles... tattoos. I have all game packs but my computer doesn’t like much custom content coz it’s a Mac and it doesn’t like some particular files hahaYour sims are gorgeous, so I feel like that description is plenty for you haha. Oh and I’d kinda like his last name to be Bradbury if that’s okay?

Here is Douglas Bradbury, made to treat your very pretty female Sim like a Princess!

Packs Used: Outdoor Retreat, Bowling Night, Spa Day, Parenthood, Get Together, City Living

CC used:

Skin: Default, Face Overlay Lips Eyelashes Eyebrows Blush No EA Eyelashes Nose Mask Eyes: Whisper Body Hair

Download:

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Origin: boeybum

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #sim requests

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marvelous-heroimagines · 7 years ago

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Aussie, Aussie, Aussie

Requested by: Anonymous (Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Avengers (Platonic!) Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: Swearing (the C word)

A/N: (Oi, Oi, Oi!)

Nat, Steve, Sam, Tony and Bucky wander into the kitchen, all looking confused at what you’d done to the living area of compound. Australian flags hung on the walls, a few blow up kangaroos were stuffed into corners, and everything was decorated in green and gold.

“G’day mates!” you shout over the music that was blasting from the speakers; currently it was AC/DC,

“What is going on?” Bucky asks, rubbing sleep from his eyes,

“It’s Australia Day!” you excitedly tell him as the they all sit around the table, “And I don’t want any complaints about my celebrations. I get around the 4th of July, and not just because it’s Steve’s birthday,”

“So, what’s the plan for the day then?” Tony asks as he pours himself a cup off coffee from the pot on the dining table,

“Well, I’m going to force you all to appreciate my culture… Or at least try it,” you say,

“Australian’s don’t have culture,” Sam scoffs,

“Oh, don’t we?” you say as you make your way over to the team, a plate full of plain toast in your hands, “And it’s Aus-tralians, not Oz-tralians,” Sam rolls his eyes at your correction, “My mum just sent me a care package from home, with everything I need to show you all how great Aussie culture is,”

Placing the plain toast in front of your friends, you pull out a jar of Vegemite. Everyone around the table groans.

“You’ve gotta learn to put just the right amount on,” you defend,

“What even is it?” Nat asks, her eyes trained on the jar of black paste,

“…Yeast extract,” you admit in a mumble. Everyone makes disgusted sounds, you knew you shouldn’t have told them that.

You put Vegemite on toast for everyone, making sure not to lather it on - a common mistake. You nod an encouragement as Sam, Tony, Nat, Steve and Bucky tentatively bring their pieces of toast to their mouths, glancing at one another with a ‘we-really-doing-this?’ look.

You stare intensely at your teammates as they slowly chew their Vegemite toast. Tony and Sam immediately scrunch their noses in disgust, and practically throw the rest of the toast back onto their plates. But you’re surprised when Steve, Bucky and Nat seem to enjoy the spread. Nat is nodding to herself, staring at her toast, while Steve and Bucky take a second bite.

“That’s actually pretty good,” Nat comments. Tony and Sam shake their heads, and try to wash away the taste with coffee,

“Wait!” you stop the two men from drinking, “I’ve made everyone a milo!”

“A what?” Tony asks, cocking an eyebrow at you,

“Milo!” you repeat, “Don’t worry, you’ll like it,”

Tony gives you a disbelieving stare, but you ignore him as you place glasses of milk and Milo in front of each of your friends, “It’s like chocolate Nesquik, but better,”

“This just looks like a glass full of chocolate powder,” Bucky notes, glancing at you quizzically.

You can’t help but chuckle, “That’s the only way to drink it,”

Your friends looked a little more compliant with trying the Milo, probably because it didn’t have a bad wrap like Vegemite did. The team are still tentatively as they all try their Milo drinks. But, unlike the Vegemite, they all enjoy it.

You wanted to spend the next few hours giving them one Australian product at a time and watching their reactions, but you had more to prepare for your American Australia Day. You empty out the cardboard box your mum had sent you, letting a mountain of Australian specific foods pour out.

Natasha and Tony fight over the Tim-Tams while Sam, Steve and Bucky fish through the Freddo Frogs, Caramelo Koalas, Twisties, Shapes and everything else your mum could think of. You didn’t mind that they were stealing all your home country snacks, your mum sent you care packages every month; you’d live without Tim Tams and Shapes for 4 weeks.

You were about to head out to the shops, but you couldn’t find any shoes, “Anyone seen my thongs?” you ask, your eyes searching the living room floor.

“What?” Sam calls back, a deep frown in between his brows,

“My thongs,” you repeat. Tony, Bucky and Steve’s mouths drop open, while Sam and Nat frown at you,

“Thongs?” Tony drawls out, “As in, plural…?”

“Yeah…” you say with uncertainty. Then it hits you, “Oh! I mean my flip flops,”

“Oh my god!” Steve groans, looking relieved you didn’t mean multiple g-strings,

“I thought you meant panties,” Bucky says, his cheeks flushing the moment he realises he just used the word ‘panties’

You can’t help but crack up, watching your friends sigh in relief.

“Think I saw them behind the couch,” Nat adds. You finally spot your shoes and quickly slide them on.

“Where you going?” Tony asks, his mouth jammed full of Tim Tams,

“The mall,” you say in your best attempt of an American accent, “Got to get beer, goon and a cricket set,”

“Fosters?” Steve perks up, looking proud that he knew an Australian beer,

“Ugh! No,” you scrunch your nose in disgust, “No one in Australia drinks that crap,”

Steve’s face falls a little as you wave a quick goodbye and disappear into the elevator.

Finding a plastic cricket set was not an easy task, as you’d suspected, but you manage to get your hands on one. You return to the compound with the cricket set, 2 slabs of beer and too many boxes of goon.

Nat, Steve, Tony, Sam and Bucky are all lounging around the pool, since it was a fairly warm day, and look at you expectantly as you join them.

“Yes!” you exclaim. They all look at you with confusion, “Hanging out in the pool is a tradition on Australia Day. Now you all just need a beer!”

The 6 of you spend the next few hours, drinking, talking about Aussie traditions and legends, and listening to great Australian artists. By now you’d convince everyone but Tony to wear Australian flag tattoos, everywhere, and enjoying sausages in bread or fairy bread.

“Greatest Aussie sports hero?” Sam questions before taking a swig of goon from his glass,

“Ooh,” you almost whistle, “I was about to say Cathy Freeman… But I can’t deny Steven Bradbury!”

“Who?” Steve frowns,

“Cunt! As if you don’t know Bradbury!” you exclaim. A silence falls over the 6 of you. Your friends were staring at you as if you’d just said the most insulting thing possible, “Oh… Cunt isn’t an insult,” you explain, “It’s an enduring term!”

“Like mate?” Nat questions,

“Oh no,” you shake your head, “If any, mate is more of an insulting noun than cunt,” everyone still looks a little confused, but accepts it, “Alright! Cricket!” Sam jumps up to help you, and grabs the plastic wickets out of the cricket set, “Nope, don’t need ‘em,”

You grab the two empty beer slab boxes and a sharpie. You draw three simple lines on the boxes and set them up across from each other on the lawn.

“Alright, team up,” you instruct everyone. The teams end up being you, Steve and Bucky verses Tony, Sam and Nat.

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punk-rock-pixie · 7 years ago

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1-96 you fucker

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

Usually closed

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

Yes! Many actually!

(3) Can You Whistle?

Not well, but yes

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

It was something by streetlight manifesto

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

FUCK DUDE I NEVER KNOW

(6) Relationship Status.

Single as fuuuuuuuck

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

According to snapchat it is 76 F

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

Yes because I had an alarm that gave me a fucking heart attack

(9) How Many Followers?

Like.... 800-something

(10) Zodiac Sign.

Scorpio

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

Hazel

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

Nope. No meds either

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

Fuckin always

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

Hyperbole and a half for like the millionth time!

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

There is no line 14. It’s Hyperbole and a half

(16) Favourite Anime?

D. Gray-Man

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

My mum I think????

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

Guitar picks lmao

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

I didn’t really have lunch, more than like a collection of snacks

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

Only if I have someone with me

(21) Favourite Animal?

Cats

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

Not really

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

Because it is holiday now, usually about 1:00 am

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

Nope. Not today. Usually I do my eyebrows and basic contour though.

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

I prefer a pool cuz it’s closer.

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

I think it goes without saying @thebootydiaries

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

Tap is cheaper

(28) What Makes You Happy?

Playing guitar, singing loudly

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

Just killed the third god damn spider from my shower drain....

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

With AF

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

Both???

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

PlayStation

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

Ocean because the last lake I swam in was eh

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

Boi I practice magic

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

Grey. It’s a Ninja Sex Party shirt

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

Yeet

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

Currently saving actually!

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

A picture of Padparadscha I drew as well as my rose quartz healing crystal

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

Crankgameplays, Hamilton, Animal Crossing New Leaf, Crazy Ex Girlfriend

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

No, but I have caught a fuck ton of moths

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

I think it depends on the situation

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

Very often, yes

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

Not entirely. I don’t like traveling somewhere, but I love being in the destination

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

BOOK OF LIFE

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

Neither tbh? I don’t like either that much.

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

Fleetwood Mac, Streetlight Manifesto, or Green Day

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

A lotta the time, yes, but I will at least TRY new things

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

On some days, the small meowing of my cats wake me up, sometimes I sleep through our fire alarm

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

No. I really love storms tbh

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

I like to write. Reading gives me anxiety a lot of the time.

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

Sometimes yes

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

Carve pumpkins SO MUCH

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

Well, currently I am listening to pandora on shuffle... Currently, “Ah, Christine!” from Love Never Dies is playing. The story sucks, but the production and music of it is very good.

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

Summer. Which means so MANY FUCKING BUGS

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now?

Thai food from the place next to where I work, and a lotta affection

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

I’m lazy

(58) What Is Your Gender?

Honestly, I’m a trans boi

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

Tea

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

I’m not taking any online courses this summer so yeet

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

I don’t know. I mean... I’m mostly into boys, but idk there were like three times where I liked someone who identified as a girl.

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

Not usually

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

I’m just gonna do my party Mimikyu, any of the Shinx evolutions, Lucario, any Rowlet evolution, Altaria and Arcanine! (and people should like totally draw me with my faves at some point if they wanted to lmao)

(64) Favourite Social Media?

Honestly, I think youtube.... ANYTHING OTHER THAN THIS SITE

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

I don’t use them often

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

Nope

(67) Are You A Virgin?

In terms of Rocky Horror Picture Show, no. In terms of sex, yes.

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

Head and shoulders for shampoo, some coconut oil blend for conditioner.

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

Probably a motel

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

Yes.

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

FUCK DUDE IDK WHAT’S OUT RN

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

NOPE. FUCK ALL OF THEM. Save for 2. Two of them were decent.

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

“FUCK ME RAY BRADBURY” - Rachel Bloom

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

Hazel and Brown tbh????

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

FUCK YEAH. AND I STILL DO!

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

Uhhhhh shit idk. graham crackers I think?

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

Magic Carp Jump, Tap Tap fish, aaand that’s it????

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

No, because I am not certified to do so. I’d get help though!

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

You fuckin know it!

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

You.... fuckin know it. Not like terribly, but I occasionally go through my followers’ accounts

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

Sometimes It’s fine. Other times I am terrified

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

Nope cuz I’d play with them too much

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

Closed

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

Went to do some volunteering at city hall, went to work, went to the gym

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

Usually just boxers or something because it is hot as fuck lately

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

Concealer, foundation, primer, eyeshadow.... I have too many so like????

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

IM BACK TO BEING A NIGHT PERSON

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

OH BOI THAT WILL TAKE TOO LONG

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

I had a dream I was with Crankgameplays, my friend Nate, and @dreamxng-forever This was recently too. Like, a few days ago. We were hanging out and Nate and Sarah were shipping me with Ethan. Then we were in a ceremony for something and I was staring blankly. Ethan turned to me and asked if I was okay, and while still very monotone and blank I said, “You know this is just a fucking dream....”

Ethan: “what?”

Me: “This is just a dream and I could wake up at any point.”

(my alarm clock goes off while I’m dreaming)

Me: Womp... There it is. Gotta blast. FUUUUCKIN KILL MEEE.....

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

I don’t like soda

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

I really like the sound of a C7 chord, some people’s voices, the dinging of a timer meaning my food is ready. Some people’s laughs.

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

I mean I wear both about the same

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

Like absolute garbage

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

Hot baths

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

I want little black stars and planets on my forearm

(96) Favourite YouTuber?

YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW CUZ I LIKE TO KEEP IT SUBTLE BUT @crankgameplays I KNOW IT IS SOOO SUBTLE YOU PROBABLY DIDN’T KNOW LMAO

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sleepywinchester · 8 years ago

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Unusual | Pt. 21

Summary: The Winchesters found her in Crowley’s supernatural prison guarded by a dozen of demons. Keeping her as leverage without even knowing she’s the big key everyone is looking for.

Autor: @sleepywinchester | prev. deanwinchester-af

Pairings: Dean x Katherine (Eventually)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Katherine Pierce, Sam Winchester.

[ Special Guest: Charlie ]

Words: 3.5k+

Warnings: None.

Title: Let’s Get Medieval.

A/N: This is part of my series re-write. Hope you guys like!

Feedback is always appreciated it <3

Masterlist

“So,” Katherine gave Lance her a warm look. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Lance was the only suspect on the case Katherine found while having a burger on a Gas N’ Sip station yesterday.

The blonde with shaggy hair took a deep breath, “I don’t have anything to tell.” His look and body were very shaky. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he sobbed. “I can’t believe Ed’s dead!”

Katherine was about to speak when the door in the questioning room of the police station got wide open. It wasn’t a big surprise when Sam and Dean Winchester strolled into the room wearing their suits.

“Here she is,” The Sheriff glanced at Katherine.

“Great,” she muttered.

Katherine threw daggers with her eyes to Sam as he walked behind the suspect and have a seat next to her.

“Yep,” Dean glanced at her for a moment before turning back to The Sheriff. “Thanks, Sheriff. We’ll take it from here.” He said walking him out and shutting the door behind him.

Katherine kept her straight face and glanced back to the suspect. It’s been three weeks since she parted ways and began to hunt solo. Her outer body showed off toughness to Dean, while her insides were to the lapse of crumbling. Soon enough her stomach began to feel fluttery and heart began to pound faster. But showing emotion wasn’t in Katherine’s plans, she was still mad about Dean cutting of ties with Benny.

“Who are you guys?” Lance glanced at The Winchesters.

Sam and Dean took out their badges and glared at Lance with serious looks in their eyes. “I’m Special Agent Taggart,” Sam spoke.

“And I’m Special Agent Rosewood,” Dean followed. “We want to know about the text’s you sent Ed’s last night.”

“Um, seriously?” Katherine glanced at Dean, “I got here first.”

“Yep and we’re here,” Dean turned to Lance, “about those text’s?”

Katherine breathed sharply and turned to the suspect. She wanted to punch The Winchesters for intervening in her questioning and case. But she knew better than go off on them while the suspect in from of them.

Lance rubbed his face before glancing briefly at the three of them. “I told the cops when they brought me in, those text weren’t from me.”

“You’ll phone and Ed’s phone would say otherwise,” Sam spoke.

Lance shook his head nervously, “No. I mean they were from me but they weren’t from me, me.”

“Come again?” Katherine frowned confused by this man’s words.

Lance sighed heavily, "I'm sorry. This is all a big misunderstanding. Those text messages were from Greyfox The Mystic to Thargrim The Difficult, our characters in Moondoor. Is a game that Ed and I play." The three of them stared confused at Lance, not making sense of a word the man was saying. "We're LARPers. Live Action Role Playing?"

"Right." Dean said unimpressed, "Larping. Good times."

"We play Moondoor every other weekend at the Heritage Park.” Lance told them, “All the info about us is at our website."

The questioning went off for a moment until Lance began to cry and yell things to the Greek Gods. By that time, Sam, Dean and Katherine walked out of the questioning room. Katherine made sure the hallway was empty when she turned and glared at both brothers.

“It was great to see you both,” Katherine spoke with sarcasm in her tone, “but I’ve got this. You guys can be on your way now.”

“Like hell we are,” Sam spoke, “we’re doing this case.”

Katherine arched an eyebrow, glaring at the younger but tallest brother, “Like hell you are, I got here first.”

“You can’t take this job alone, Ki-,”

“Don’t you dare to call me Kitty Kat or I swear, I’ll punch you,” Katherine cut Dean off. “Yes. I’m still pissed about what you did to Benny.” She glared at Sam, “And no, you’re not staying.”

“Then sucks to be you,” Dean cleared his throat, “because we are staying and doing this case.”

Katherine groaned as she watched the both tall man walk by her. She re-grouped with The Winchesters in the main police office. Sam was browsing through the Moondoor site, Lance said about. Dean glanced at Katherine as she joined them and stood by Sam’s side. A small but smug smirk growing on Dean Winchester face.

“So.. Do you believe Dungeon and Dragons?" Sam asked Katherine.

"Usually Dragons go for virgins and gold, not nerds,” Katherine replied with a harsh tone. She cocked her head, realizing the words she just said and clicked her tongue. “Which it can be but there was no gold or burnt flesh.”

Sam scoffed as he clicked a link of a video in the site. The three of them kept silence as they watched the video of this game land. Katherine smirked when two soldiers fought each other with big fake swords.

“Son of a bitch, is that?” Dean leaned forward.

“Charlie,” Sam finished his brother’s sentence.

Katherine arched an eyebrow staring at the brothers wide looks. “You guys know that chick?”

Dean was about to reply when for him and Sam when painful screams came out from the questioning rooms. Sadly by the time everyone got there Lance was laying dead on the floor. It didn’t took long for the cops took his body out. While Katherine looked at the crime scene, the sheriff met with Sam and Dean outside.

"You would want to see this,” The Sheriff said walking by a computer, showing the security clip.

The brothers were watching the tape of Lance’s dead when Katherine walked in. "No EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur and no monsters rookie mistakes either.” Katherine spoke as she took her gloves off, "I got nothing monster-ish that would have killed him."

Sam sighed sharply and glanced at the computer’s screen. Katherine followed their sight and joined next to them to watch the tape. "Watch the video again." He waited till Lance was showing off his arm and zoomed in, showing what it seems a tattoo of a tree. "Same as Ed's. I don't know, maybe they have matching tattoos. I mean, they were brothers in arms or game." Sam looked at Katherine, "You recognize it from anything?"

Katherine squinted and searched the tree in her memory. “Nada.”

"Aside from the creepy mark, the only thing these guys had in common was larping." Dean said.

“Lucky for us, you guys know the queen,” Katherine spoke.

Dean looked at her with amazement in his eyes, “Us?”

Katherine sighed sharply, “I’m not getting rid of you guys and sure as hell, I’m not backing up on this one. Might as well suck it up and work this case together.”

"Seems fair,” Dean replied.

“Mhm,” Katherine nodded with a straight face, “don’t talk to me unless it’s needed.”

With that being said she turned and walked out of the police station. She followed the Winchesters in her car, to the park where Moondoor it’s settled. The park wasn’t that far from the police station. Sam’s, Dean’s and Katherine’s glances all over the place as they walked among the people dressed up with medieval clothes. Sam had his head settled in the case and looking for answers, while Dean and Katherine silently wanted to hop in one of the costumes.

“Excuse me,” Katherine talked to the first man she had in front of her. “You’re a Larper, right?”

The man turned to her, glancing over her appearance and meeting her eyes again. “I prefer Interactive Literature but yes, women,” he replied disconnecting his glance from Katherine.

Katherine smirked as she pulled out her badge at the same time the man looked back at her. “I prefer Special Agent Smith,” she spoke seriously. “This are my partners-”

“Hold!” The man suddenly yelled, pulling down his hood and making the people behind him stop talking or going over their lines. He turned to her, “Um, guys. We are not doing the whole genre-mash-up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month."

"Uh-" Dean cleared his throat, "Come again?"

The Larper glanced at Sam, Dean and Katherine, "Your fake badges, cheap suits,” he looked at Katherine again, "except hers, her entire outfit is expensive starting with the shoes." Katherine smirked glancing down to her shoes and looking back at him. "Is very cool, I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor but I'm telling you is straight up Moondoor this weekend."

"These are not fake badges," Sam spoke with his intimidating tone.

The guy nodded, "Yeah, they are and they're very good but um, the I.D. number shifted to 10 with two letters mixed in at the end of the year and uh, the seals from last month. Really good work but not this weekend guys." He placed his hood back on.

Instead of trying to keep up with the FBI cover, they ended up saying yes to join some sort of Moondoor army and walk where the queen was. By the time the Winchesters and Katherine joined the gather of people, the queen recited a speech about the two men missing. The boys and Kat guessing the news of their deaths didn’t got to Moondoor yet. She was speaking fluently until she saw Sam and Dean, there’s when her entire body froze and lost knowledge of her words.Cutting her speech short, she turned and strolled into her tent.

"Charlie Bradbury is dead. She died a year ago, you killed her!” She said as she started to pack up her belongings. "My name is Carrie Heinlein, and guess what? Now you killed her too." She turned to face them, noticing Katherine’s presence. “Who are you?”

"Katherine Pierce,” she replied with her chin up high.

"Another hunter?" Charlie arched an eyebrow, while Katherine answered with a nod. "Great."

"Okay, listen-,” Dean began to speak.

"No, I buried myself." Charlie cut Dean off, "Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figured ‘Hey it’s all good’, and I was fine, I got my life back. Now you're here, if you guys are here, monsters are here." She turned and kept complaining, grabbing her stuff. On her way to the exit she placed her crown over Dean’s head.

Dean rolled his eyes and turned, "Charlie. Charlie!" She turned to look at him, "Greyfox and Thargrim, Ed and Lance, they're not missing, they're dead."

It took the surprised queen to digest the news. They sat down and discussed the case with Charlie. Seemed like the killings were connected to the game and that everyone could be an enemy of hers. At first Dean and Sam argued on how she must leave, Sam wanting her to stay and help with the case, while Dean was fully against it. Charlie decided as the queen, that it was her duty to stay and help.

///

"Did they really wore this back in the day?" Katherine asked, pulling the ties of her corset. She stared at the reflection of herself and breathed through the tightness of the costume Charlie found for her. The dress was green and Katherine certainly didn’t hated it.

"I don't know,” Dean said back as he tied a wrist piece of his costume. “You tell me."

Katherine rolled her eyes, placing part of her natural curls over her chest.

“Ha-ha,” she faked laughed, “hilarious.”

Katherine sighed and continued to put on the medieval maid costume. Placing her feet over the chair behind her, she put her dagger on the thigh belt she made out.

"Trust me in this life you can't afford attachment, you just gotta let go." Dean told Charlie.

Charlie squinted her eyes in confusement, “Are we still talking about Sam or did you break up with somebody too?”

Dean was about to speak when Katherine walked out and joined them. He never seen this look on her but boy, did he enjoyed it. She took his breath away.

“I know,” Katherine spoke patting her hips, “I look like a medieval hooker.”

The two of them shaked their heads and stuttered the words ‘No’ and ‘You look’ a couple times before Dean cleared his throat and spoke, “You look great.”

"Yeah,” Charlie smiled.

Katherine gave them a smile before turning to Dean, “Nice outfit.”

"Likewise,” he said back with a smirk, "wait - you're talking to me?"

Katherine sighed, "I still think what you did wasn’t the best option but I can’t be mad at you forever.. So,” she shrugged, “let’s get medieval?”

/ / /

"How did you got mixed with the Winchesters?" Charlie asked Katherine as the three walked out of the tent and into the camp.

"Long story short; he saved my life, I saved his." Katherine replied.

"Hmm," she hummed.

"Death to the queen!" A big guy trapped into a medieval trap yelled. "Death to the manservant!" After shouting at Dean, the man glanced at Katherine and smirked, "Would you like to join The Shadow Orcs?"

Dean took out his wooden sword and poke the top of the men’s trap making him shake. The trapped men growled at Dean while Charlie glared at him. Katherine in the other side smirked at Dean’s overprotective reflexes.

“What?! Dean shrugged at Charlie, “There's not laptops at Moondoor. There's not Geneva convention either."

Katherine grabbed the picture of the tree from Charlie’s hand and showed to the shadow orc. “Have you seen this?”

"Yeah, of course." he subtly stared at Katherine’s cleavage.

"My eyes are up here,” she replied with a flat look.

Dean glared at the shadow orc and placed his sword under his chin in other to make him look her in the eye. Katherine couldn’t help but smirk and exchange a look with Dean.

"Is the Shadow's King Family Crest,” the shadow orc spoke frightened. “You'll never find him in The Black Hills."

Dean and Katherine looked back at Charlie.

"The Black Hills?"

"The forest behind the playground, let's go,” Charlie replied and lead the way.

/ / /

After a while of searching through the woods, Charlie, Dean and Katherine couldn’t find a single shadow orc. Going back to the camp, Dean and Katherine met once again with Sam.

"Nice outfits.” Sam spoke behind them. Katherine turned and Sam’s eyes widened.

“I know,” she rolled her eyes, “I look like a medieval hooker, alright?”

Sam cleared his throat and glanced at his brother who’s glaring at him. “While both of you were playing dress up,” Sam spoke taking a paper out, “I found out that the mark-"

"Belongs to the shadow orcs." Dean spoke over him proudly of his findings.

Sam’s eyebrows were wide in surprise, "Yeah and they're using fairy magic."

It wasn’t until Sam finished explaining how to stop the killings than they noticed Charlie was missing. They all went back to the woods and met with The Shadow Orcs in other to look for Charlie and answers on the tree symbol.

"You should kneel before me,” the leader of the shadow orcs spoke.

“All right, why don't you let me-"

"Silence!" Boltar cut Dean off.

Instantly Katherine pinched her eyebrows and tightened her grip, whispering; "Can I shoot him?"

"If he does that again, totally,” Dean whispered back to her.

"Guys,” Sam muttered under his breath.

Dean is not known for his patience or best approach. When the people who were suppose to help him find Charlie began to talk about other things.

“Ah. That’s it. Y’know, I’m gonna do this the old fashion way,” Dean said as he took out his gun.

”Dean. Don’t.” Sam looked at the gun.

“Dean. Yes.” Katherine spoke.

Sam instantly glared at Katherine, “Come on?”

“I told you there-,” Boltar began to speak.

“Shut up!” Dean snapped at Boltar and Sam. He stood in front of them and showed off his gun. “Alright. I need real answers.This here is a real gun. See?” He said before shooting it towards the ground.

Katherine couldn’t help but chuckle when everyone except her, Sam and Dean, were startled by the loud noise.

“You seriously find it funny?” Sam muttered glaring at Katherine.

She nodded, “Come on? Did you saw how they jumped? It was hilarious.”

“Guys!” Dean glared at them over his shoulder before turning back to the shadow orcs. "Start talking. Where's the queen?!"

/ / /

It took the boys and Katherine by a completely surprise when they learned it was Boltar the one behind all the murders. He found a book of spells and cursed a fairy into doing all his dirty work. Sam, Dean and Katherine fought Boltar and while Charlie destroyed the spell book and saved the day.

“Guess, this is goodbye,” Katherine looked at Sam and Dean. She was saying those words but deep down she didn’t want to leave. But she didn’t want to seem weak or vulnerable, asking if there was a possibility of her hunting with them again.

“Don’t go,” Sam spoke, “stay - let’s go play in the battle, have some fun.”

Katherine was completely and utterly in shock by Sam’s words. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Sam gave her a smile, “I’m sorry for being such an ass and making Dean cut communication with Benny but… and I will regret this someday but… you’re not the worst company or hunter to be around. We wouldn’t hate it if you stick around…?”

“If you want to,” Dean spoke, “of course.”

She looked at Dean and a spark was lighting inside her when their eyes connected. “Guess I wouldn’t hate hunting with you guys again…”

This time the spark lit inside Dean’s green eyes at the sound of Katherine’s words. He didn’t realize how much he missed her until she accepted to join them back. Still staring into her eyes, he flashed a wide grin.

Katherine met the guys over the motel they were staying. She smirked observing Dean put his bags on the trunk. The woman bit her lower lip thinking how good a single layer of clothing looked on Dean Winchester.

“Space for someone?” Katherine spoke and Dean instantly glanced at her.

“Always,” Dean blurred out grabbing her bags and putting them next to his.

“Dean-,”

“Kat-,”

They both spoke at the same time and chuckled softly as a reaction.

Dean cleared his throat, “Kat, I’m sorry.” He spoke sincerely, “I was wrong for doing that to Benny but Sammy is my brother and after all we been through… He’s still my brother.”

“I understand, Dean,” Katherine spoke softly. “He’s your family.”

“So… Are we okay?” Dean arched an eyebrow and shut his right eye, giving her a silly look.

Katherine chuckled and nodded, “We are okay, Winchester.”

“Peace of Paradise?” Sam appeared, starling them.

“Yes,” Katherine and Dean spoke at the same time.

Sam scoffed with a smile, “Good. Cause’ I found a new case.”

Katherine instantly rolled her eyes and groaned, “Ugh. I forgot how of a workaholic you were!” She whined as she slid into the backseat of Baby.

“And I forgot how lazy you are!” Sam said back, sitting in the front seat with a grin on his face.

Dean sat quietly and watched Katherine and Sam playfully bicker as he turned on the engine. She felt his eyes on her and glanced at the rear mirror as Sam kept bickering. She gave him a flirty smile and winked at him, before replying to Sam’s words.

Three weeks ago the car felt empty without her. In that moment as he drove down the sunset with a car full of bickers and laughs, it felt complete

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royalprinceminuet-blog · 8 years ago

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Name: Prince Minuet

Race: Miqo’te (Keeper of the Moon)

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Height: 170 cm (5′7)

Eyes: Green

Personality: Laid-back, free spirit, energetic. Careless and irresponsible behavior often gets him into trouble. Cold and unforgiving to people he doesn’t like.

Hobbies: Exploring surroundings, playing music, being with friends, and pulling pranks

Physical Attributes: As a Keeper of the Moon, sharp canines and large round pupils are prominent. Eyebrows are darker than the hair, and crimson tattoos by the (slightly upturned) eyes! A pale complexion as result of rarely being outside during the day. Also shiba tail!♥

Prince is an only child, raised with loving parents in Coerthas by the frozen river. His mother fell in love with stories and fairy tales of kings and queens, eagerly insisting to name her child Prince. His father was away at work often, but when he was home he was sure to give Prince lots of attention, despite being exhausted.

Turning 18, Prince left home to explore the world. Bringing along his lute, he wanted to spread joy and happiness with music to wherever he visited. Kind listeners tossed a gil here and there, providing food money.

“First you jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.”–Ray Bradbury

#omg i hope i did this right #sorry for grammar mistakes i tried really hard not to make any #is this ok??#omg #ffxiv #i don't know what i'm doing #what a simple boi

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fangirl-faye · 8 years ago

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Pairing: Sabriel, Destiel

Characters: Gabriel, Sam, Nolaa (OC), Dean, Cas and mutiple others

Summary: Gabriel is a Tattoo Artist, working at Angel’s Art’s. His “little” Twin-Sister helps him out once in a while. And when this new customer comes in and Gabriel falls head over heels for his High School crush she decides not only to help him with the shop, but also in finally getting married. Probably very straight forward, but she likes the tall Winchester.

A/N: Writing Challenge for Shanna. Song was “Love you like a Love Song” and the AU was Tattoo-Shop AU. Special tag goes to @notthatguyfrompiercetheveil because you know why.

Word count: 2824

Beta: @sdavid09

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Sam entered the old building. The writing on the window said “Angel’s Art’s” in an elegant handwriting. He chose to spend the money of his first paycheck to finally make one of his old dreams come true.

He wanted a tattoo. Had wanted it since he was a student. Always being impressed by the art on his father’s arms and his mother’s wrist. Now he wanted one for himself. Sure he was a lawyer, or about to be one, but there were no regulations and he was wearing a suit for all the time he was working. Why not getting a tattoo on his arm? No one would ever see it there while he was at work.

“What can I do for yooouuuuuu…u…uhhhh. Sam Sammich Winchester. I haven’t seen you in a long, loooong time. What is moral-boy #1 doing here? Heard you’re a lawyer.” Sam was startled by the voice that came from his right and as he turned a girl, a bit older that he himself with blonde hair, spiked with pink wisps stood there by a door, leading deeper into the parlor.

“Uhm…” Sam was taken aback by this welcome and wasn’t even able to respond anymore. He remembered Nolaa Shurley vaguely. She had been a friend to him a while back when they had been in High School even though they haven’t been alike at all. He wasn’t surprised she owned a Tattoo Parlor. Punk-Rock Girl and Moral Boy they had called them and often specualted if the two of them had been a couple. They never were. She was gay, he was gay. It was as simple as that.

“Yeah?” she quirked a teasing eyebrow and he sighed. She knew what he wanted. They had talked about it on more than one occasion. Before he had left for Standfort and they had lost contact. “A… a tattoo.” He mumbled and she barked a laugh. “No shit, Sherlock. C’mon. Let’s see when Gabriel has some space in his schedule.” “G… Gabriel?” Sam raised an eyebrow and Nolaa nodded grinning. “So much changed since you left, darling. His show-girlfriend cheated on him, he spent more time with me, and here we are with our own Tattoo Parlor to be able to afford festivals.” She walked through the room, sitting down on her chair behind the counter to skip through some pages of a calendar in front of her. “You’re lucky. He’s free tomorrow around noon for the dicussion of the tattoo itself. Then we can make an appointment for when you will get it.”

Sam smiled at her and nodded. “Thanks. Will be there.” “If not I am going to punch you.” “I know you will.”

Sam left the shop with an ease he hadn’t expected. The moment he had seen his old friend he had never thought they could fall back into the ease where they had left off years ago. The same time Sam left, Gabriel came down from his appartement above the shop where he lived with his twin sister.

“Guess who had just been in here, Gabe. Guess who is back in town.” She grinned and the blonde raised a pierced eyebrow and his teeth played with the new ring on his lip. He had gotten it a week ago for his birthday and with it his 10th piercing. “Guessing by how excited you are, cupcake, someone important. But if I have to guess. Bradbury is still overseas, working. Harvelle will never come back again, hopefully… No clue. Sorry pinkie.” He flipped one of her pink wisps out of her face and grinned. She flipped him off. “Our little Samshine is back in town.” She sqealed and Gabriel chocked on some air. “Samshine? As in Sam Winchester?” “Yup. The one and only. Your ray of sunshine. The light of your life. The light at the end of your tunnel. The spark that enflamed the gayest in gay-history ever enflamed flame in your chest. The…” Gabriel slapped his hand over her mouth, his face colored in a deep, dark red. “Just… shut up.” He mumbled in a slight higher pitched voice than usual. Nolaa laughed.

“Okay, okay.” She said, muffled by her brothers hand.

And in that moment, Nolaa started making her plan getting her brother and her best friend married.

The next day, ten minutes to twelve, the bell above the door chimed and Nolaa looked up from her book where she was reading just to see her best friend walking towards her. She smiled and pointed at a door behind her. Her stare he didn’t like it at all, since it meant she was planning something dangerous or something that would harm him in any other way. He went through the door and sat down on a big cream coloured sofa.

The door at the other side of the room opened and Gabriel stepped into the room, seeing Sam sitting on the sofa. Gabriel would have recognised him every time. No matter how long Sam’s hair would be. Because now… it was ridiculously long. The artist smiled. “Welcome back in Town, Sam Winchester. My name is Gabe-the-babe and I heard you want a tattoo, Mr. Morality.” Sam looked up at the artist and cocked an eyebrow. “Gabriel? Is that really you? I mean... you… uhm… changed…” Sam gestured at Gabriel, trying to take in all the metal Nolaa’s brother wore now. Eyebrow, Lip, Ear and Sam was fairly sure he saw a piercing underneath Gabriel’s Guns’n’Roses Top and the Winchester was sure there were more. Many more.

“Really me, Sam. So. Tattoo. What did you have in mind?” Gabriel cleared his throath, his enthusiastic self hid himself when he had seen Sam’s glance working its way towards his chest where the piercing was. The air was filled with tension the next hour while the two of them were talking about Sam’s tattoo, Gabriel was making little scatches till Sam smiled happily and Gabriel beamed proudly. Nolaa had enetered the room, telling Gabriel she would take a break and when she left she mumbled something along the lines “unsolved sexual tension”. When the both of them were done Gabriel took a look at the calendar himself. “There is nothing free this week… how about… come around Sunday around noon.” “But you’re not open on Sundays.” Sam laughed a bit insecure. “Yeah. But you’re a friend and so you can come here on Sunday and I will work magic on your back with these hands.” He wriggled his fingers and winked at Sam who blushed slightly and Gabriel missed it. Totally missed it.

Nolaa, however, saw it when Sam left the shop as she was returning. “Sammich. Wanna go to the bar on Friday? Ellen and Bobby are celebrating their anniversairy and Ellen promised me Karaoke.” She shook her hips to a song in her head and raised an suggestive eyebrow. Sam bit his lips. “I don’t know…” He started but she interrupted quickly. “Gabe will be there.” And Sam groaned. Why did this womam always know what to say to convince him?

“Sure. Pick me up.” He sighed and made his way back to his parents house where he stayed till his new apartement was ready.

Friday came and Sam got nervous. John clapped his back. “This is a great opportunity to meet old friends again. I heard Nolaa talking to some of her old friends in the supermarket about you. That you were back.” The youngest Winchester grinned uneasy. “I suppose.”

The ring of the doorbell saved him, his eyes darting around his room, checking his outfit twice. He wore the old AC/DC Shirt Nolaa had gotten him the birthday before he had left and a pair of well worn Jeans. Above all he had one of his dark flannels. He spotted Nolaa over the ground, standing on a table, singing along the Classic Rock Medley Sam’s brother had choosen when they had entered the Roadhouse, which wasn’t exactly a Roadhouse, more a pub. But ‘Harvelle’s Roadhouse’ hadn’t changed at all in these few years. When Nolaa saw him, she jumped down from the table, running towards him and dragging him towards the bar, where Gabriel sat and talked to his cousin Castiel. “Cassie, Gabyyyy. Look who showed up finally!”

“How much did she have to drink?” “Nothing. I don’t drink. It’s disgusiting and someone has to stay sober and drive Gabe home. And Lucy. And maybe also Cas and your brother. That leaves me.” Sam nodded in understandment and made a mental note to not to drink too much, otherwise she had to drive someone else home as well and he couldn’t do that. Not to her. His brother… maybe. But not his best friend.

“So, Sam. I heard you planned on getting a tattooed by Gabriel.” Cas started the conversation and Sam nodded, relieved. He wasn’t the best in starting conversations. “Actually I do. I plan on some different ones. I want one like the one my brother got on his chest since we planned on getting these since we were young but I moved before we had the chance to. I also plan on one, refering to my family. Gabriel has the scrabble in the shop.” Castiel nodded as a big hand laid down onto his shoulder and Dean pressed a light kiss onto his lips.

“So. Sammy. I heard we are going to sing a duett up on stage later. You, me and Bon Jovi.” “Bon Jovi?” “He’s got a few good songs, alright. Dead or Alive, be ready. I’ll come and get you.” With that, the older Wichester gripped his blue eyed boyfriend and dragged him onto the dancefloor. Sam hadn’t noticed that Nolaa was back with her friends and that it was just him and Gabriel now. Akward silence. “So…” Gabriel cleared his throat. “So… I heard you… Jo… cheated on you?” he felt uncomfortable and he really was bad at starting conversations. “Yeah.” Gabriel shrugged. “She did, I never cared. Didn’t like her. Had my eyes on someone else, but never had a chance. Wasn’t his type.” “His?” Sam was taken aback. Gabriel blushed lightly. He had hoped Sam hadn’t noticed the slip but Sam was observative AND a lawyer. Sure he had heard it. “Yeah.” Gabriel tried to play his slip down. “But nevermind it. ‘m not gay. Bi. Or mostly had been gay just for him. May have had romantic feelings for just him.” He cursed himself for doing the shots with Ruby earlier. Made him talkative.

Sam nodded. He would have never thought. An akward silence fell over the both of them.

The evening went one, after Nolaa dragged both of them out onto the dance floor, ‘shaking their booties’ (as she called it) to songs like ‘Highway to Hell’ by AC/DC, ‘Halleluja’ and ‘Don’t threaten me with a good time’ by Panic! At the Disco and ‘Kids in the Dark’ by All time low. Does everyone in this town listen to the same Music? Sam thought when he saw everyone danicing to ‘Cherry Pie’ by The Warrant. Around 12, the music suddenly stopped and Nolaa and announced that it was time for Karaoke since everyone was “comfortably drunk and brave enough to get up on stage” and with that, Dean gripped his brother and dragged him away from Gabriel. Sam now noticed he hadn’t left the whole evening and they had even danced together.

Singing “Dead or Alive” brought them beer for free since they had ALWAYS done that when they were young and when Sam had left for university, everybody had just missed the Winchester-trouble-brothers on stage when they had celebrations like these. “I am still looking forward to the day both of you are on top of the FBI’s Most Wanted List.” Bobby joked when he pressed them both a beer into their hands. Sam went back, looking for Gabriel, who stood by the stage and hadn’t stop staring at Sam the whole time.

When Dean stood next to Nolaa he raised and eyebrow. “See the Lovebirds?” He asked and she chuckled. “They still look at each other the way they did in High School. It’s time they get together or I will go nuts.” She sighed and Dean grinned. “Feel ya. I can’t stand these lovesick looks they send at each other. And you thought me and Cas were bad.” “Yeah. Thought so too. But they are worse. Well. Neverthless. Time for your big surprise, big boy.” She clapped his back and went up on stage just as Kevin had finished his song. “So… everybody. Attention please. HEY!” She yelled into the mic and you could hear a needle drop. “Thank you. So. I have a special song AND a special occasion for tonight before you all are TOO drunk to even remember this. Anna, Music.” And the read haired girl nodded and turned on the song Nolaa had chosen. Then she gripped the microphone and left the stage. “I know, this is clishee, but someone special” she stopped, next to Castiel who stood next to the stage, “choose this song for someone else.”

It's been said and done, Every beautiful thought's been already sung, And I guess right now here's another one, So your melody will play on and on,

Cas raised an eyebrow, unsure about everything and Gabriel, next to Sam choked on his beer. “No way. Dean-O doesn’t…” he mumbled and Sam leaned down. “Dean will not what?”

With the best of 'em You are beautiful, Like a dream come alive, incredible, A centerfold, miracle, lyrical, You've saved my life again.

Dean walked towards Cas and Nolaa gave the microphone to the clueless man. Dean smiled and helf his own mic tightly. Nervous. And Sam’s eyes widened. “Oh no. He does…” Gabriel nodded.

And I want you to know baby I-I love you like a love song, baby I-I love you like a love song, baby I-I love you like a love song, baby And I keep hittin' repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat.

Dean cleared his throat. “I think the song says it all. Remember it?” He asked into the microphone. Cas nodded. “The song we danced to at the ball when you told me you fell in love with me.” He said, still very confused. Dean nodded proudly. “And since this song already holds the most precious memory to me, I want to use this song to do two more things. First, I want to ask you to marry me.”

Cas dropped the microphone in shock and held both of his hands in front of his mouth and Gabriel saw the tears in Castiels eyes. Then they saw a little nod from the blue-eyed man and Dean smiled proudly, taking Castiels hand in one of his and kissed them softly and they heard Nolaa in the background cheer. Then Cas mumbled something towards him and Dean nodded.

“Yeah. The second thing…”

Constantly, boy you played through my mind like a symphony, There's no way to describe what you do to me, You just do to me, what you do. And it feels like I've been rescued I've been set free, I am hypnotized by your destiny. You are magical, lyrical, beautiful, You are, and I want you to know baby

“The second thing doesn’t have to do with us. It does have to do with my brother.” Sam raised an eyebrow. “I want to encourage him, and your idiot of cousin, to become as happy as I am and to take this chance to create their own happy memories, together. Or in other words, I would rather: Sam kiss Gabriel and stop look at him like the lovesick puppy you are.” Gabriel tugged at Sam’s sleeve. “Sam? Is he right?” “HE IS! NOW KISS!” They heard Nolaa from the stage and the crowd started chanting “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss”. And maybe it was the alcohol they both had OR just the knowledge it WOULD end well, Gabriel’s lips met Sam’s. They tuned out everything around them until Nolaa apparently had her microphone back. “Does that mean I get to plan to weddings?”

And she did. Even if the second wedding had to wait a few years. But within this time, Sam got to finally see all of Gabriel’s tattoos and piercings and maybe got a few more himself.

And the events of that evening? On the Roadhouse’s ‘Wall of Fame’ forever.

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