#I thought Lucifer deserved another chapter in the au so

[leedollop]

Lucid Truths

Follows Lucifer when he agrees to go on an errand with Alastor, listening in and reacting to the others in the hotel along the way.

[grayintogreen]

OKAY SO. I am (and this is obvious for my followers as opposed to this tag), I am currently running headlong towards the ending of my huge CR longfic, but I have started to develop my next project. Not sure when I'll start posting because if I do it too soon it's going to be hard to keep up with it and YCDHN and I do NOT WANT THAT, so I'm gonna poke at it casually while seeing how much of YCDHN I can write before I come back from my posting hiatus in March. If it looks like I'm making a lot of headway in getting the next three chapters written, we'll see.

SO WHAT IS THIS NEXT PROJECT? Glad you asked.

learn that even death may die is going to be a Hazbin Hotel fic that goes AU after 1x06 (due to that being where I started plotting it). The official summary is as follows:

When Lucifer agrees to seal his powers to set an example of humility to buy more time for the Hotel to work, Adam and the Exorcists scheme with the Vees in order to take the Hazbin Hotel down once and for all. Meanwhile, Alastor has a little secret that he'd like to be through with that would change the face of Hell if anyone knew...

And Husk has caught feelings, which is unrelated to all of the above.

It's a plotty, ensemble piece, featuring Found Family dynamics, Alastor and Lucifer being each others' biggest haters, Husk and Angel in a bodyguard AU for reasons, and the kind of plot you can expect from the idiot who brought you two million words about Cree Deeproots.

Here's an extended preview of the first chapter. Spread the word! Get hype! It's something I'm really excited to work on when I've gotten a lot more progress on my YCDHN backlog.

The last week had been… Harrowing, to say the least. The Extermination had been personal- deeply personal- and while no one at the Hotel had fallen, the line of angelic spears stabbed into the ground outside with demon heads proudly spelling out YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER (Vaggie had noted that was such a waste of spears) had made the message clear. This was going to continue and next time they wouldn’t be so lucky.

She didn’t know when the next would come- back to a year or another six months or another week. She had paced, relentlessly, as the Hotel put itself back in order and those who had been injured licked their wounds. Husk, in particular, had survived a scuffle with Adam, himself, and while he didn’t appreciate the warm embrace he got for his bravery, she didn’t know how else to thank him aside from maybe a very expensive bottle of booze at Angel’s suggestion, which he did like and seemed to like even more when she told him it had been Angel’s idea.

That should have been something she lit on! Something that she could really sink her teeth into and do something about! Were Angel and Husk an item? Was there unspoken tension? What would that do for Angel’s suitability to Heaven? Surely, a stable, monogamous relationship could only-

But no. She��d let that thought slide out of her mind with barely more than a hum, never mind a full number about it. Her mind had to be on the Hotel and protecting it. She couldn’t even do a lesson plan in these conditions! Activities had ground to a halt in favor of ‘work together to clean up the corpses.’ She was going to scream or bite or… or something.

Vaggie helped. She always did. The initial shock of learning about her being an angel had passed and while there had been some distance in the month leading up to the Extermination, Vaggie’s dedication to her remained absolute and she had nearly gotten herself killed multiple times to make up for what she felt were her sins in the past.”

”Demons kill each other and that’s different,” she’d said when Charlie told her that no one in the Hotel, save herself, was fully clean of demon blood.”They aren’t killing because they think everyone here deserves to die. It’s different.”

So that was still sort of a whole unresolved thing too, and that was just before her father kicked the door in, ready to throw down because he had one rule when his hand was forced about the Extermination and that was not putting his family in direct harm. Getting him to do more than fume and fuss over it had occupied a lot of time she didn’t actually have, but the end result had led her here… Back to Heaven.

With her father.

Outside the golden gates, he stood ramrod straight, fingers clenched so tightly around the head of his cane she was certain his fingers would grip right to the core. She glanced at his shaking hands and laid her own over them. “Dad, it’s okay.”

“I haven’t been back to Heaven in… Oooh.” He whistled. “Awhile. It’s…” He tugged his collar. “Not actually full of great memories, y’know, sweetie?” He leaned over to whisper. “Maybe we should just go back down and work on this on a lower level. I know some phenomenal wards. You think that dusty radio guy has moves? Your dad has better moves. I invented some of those runes he uses. My wards- pristine.”

She wrinkled her nose and pulled him closer to the front desk. “Daaaad, come on. It’ll be fine. I think things will actually work out this time if you’re here.”

“Really? ‘Cause I feel like they’re gonna go much worse.” As if to prove it, the second the pair strode towards the desk, St. Peter nearly flung the guestbook to reach for something underneath the desk. Charlie had to lunge to stop his hand from hitting a button with a very familiar runic symbol on it- fuck, they had a Lucifer button.

“Wait wait wait! He’s not- we’re not here to cause any trouble. We just need to talk to Sera- or Emily. Actually, I’d rather talk to Emily, if it’s… all the same.” She shot him a winning smile.

Behind her, Lucifer was making what could only be described as a ‘stink face.’ “This is going greeeeat. Are you sure about this, Charlie? It’s not too late to go back.”

“Dad!”

“Charlie!” A winged shape suddenly burst free of the Gates and wrapped tight arms around her middle. Unable to resist, Charlie wrapped her arms around the gray-clad form as well and spun her around. “Emily!”

“Oh my Heavens, Charlie, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Emily pulled away to grip Charlie’s hands so tightly that it was a pleasant kind of crushing. Like a weighted blanket. She leaned forward to whisper, “I’ve been doing all I can. There are angels who truly believe this isn’t right. Sera has told me to give it up, that doubting leads to Falling, because-“

Both girls looked askance at Lucifer, fiddling with the head of his cane awkwardly, that vapid look he got when he was overwhelmed making it clear that he’d stopped paying attention.

Charlie, for the first time daring to doubt, whispered back in a nervous high-pitched lilt, “Iiiis it bad that I brought him here?”

“No! I… I don’t think.” Emily frowned. “I should warn Sera, of course.” She stepped back and approached Lucifer, who flinched like he was about to be scolded- oh dad how badly did the angels hurt you. “Greetings, Morningstar,” she said, bowing a bit. “It is an honor to meet you. I was only a fledgling when you Fell.”

“For the record, I didn’t Fall. I was pushed.” Lucifer, seeing Emily’s own flinch, immediately softened and underneath all the anxiety, Charlie caught a glimpse of the angel her father had been once as he ducked his head and accepted her greeting graciously and with the genteel quality of true nobility. “Thank you for being courteous about this. Tell the High Seraph that we won’t take up any of her time. We… have a deal to renegotiate. It seems Adam’s legions have forgotten what we agreed long ago.”

Emily bobbed her head with a grin and slipped through a portal, leaving St. Peter to anxiously open the Gates without his usual aplomb. Charlie strolled through and Lucifer, feeling somewhat more confident after seeing how Emily treated him, tapped the poor angel’s desk with his cane. “Keep up the good work, Pete.”

The promenade was still full of people dancing about in a joyous display of virtue and peace, but now looking at it, all she saw were people who had somehow gotten lucky. She tried to find a commonality in any of them, something that she could take back and use to prove her point, but there didn’t seem to be a single thing these people had that hers didn’t… besides, you know, the fixation on sin and murder. And, honestly, some of them might have that too, hidden under the surface. Look at Adam.

“Heyyyy, Short Stack! How’s it goin’?”

Speak of the fucking prick.

Every fiber of Charlie’s body reached for Hellfire and only her father’s iron-tight grip on her shoulder kept her from exploding in a rush of demonic energy. Her horns appeared and vanished in the blink of an eye and she focused on deep, healing breaths as Adam, the walking canker sore, swaggered up to them on the promenade.

“They’ll let anyone in here these days, huh?” Adam planted his hands on his hips and grinned. Behind him, Lute bristled.

“Funny. I was gonna say the same thing about you. Hah!” Lucifer barked. All that anxiety he’d worn outside had been cast aside like an old coat- something about Adam had struck the same nerve that Alastor had only in a different key. A beat, and then: “No seriously, how did you get in here? I was there, remember. You also ate the apple. It was a, uh, whole thing, actually.”

“Yeah, but I did it second.” He reached into his ear with his pinky to dislodge a bit of wax and flicked it across the golden streets. “That counts for something.”

Still lingering on the angels’ wishy-washy answer about how precisely one gets into Heaven and with the proof that there wasn’t some actual code to follow right before her eyes, Charlie crossed her arms over her chest and fought the urge to scowl. Scowling gives you lines that make your smiles less effective. Everyone knew that.

“How’s the wifey, by the by, Lucy? Still smokin’?” Adam slammed a hand into a fist. “Oh wait. I forgot. You two are hella divorced, amirite?”

“We are not divorced.” Lucifer began to panic, whipping to Charlie like he expected her to believe any of that shit. There was something in his eyes that spoke volumes about the truth of what was going on with him and Lilith that she would have to unpack later- she hadn’t asked before. It was too painful to bring up. “We- we’re on a break. Yeah, a break. Just a break.” He swallowed, leaned on his cane, and adjusted his stance. “Which is more than I can say for you and yours. How is Eve, by the way? Oh waaaait! She’s in Hell. With me. Just like your first wife. Hah. Man, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say one of us knows how to treat a woman.” Another pause. He leaned into Adam’s space and whispered. “It’s me.”

Adam’s ghoulish face screwed up in disgust. “Yeah, okay, pal, you just drink your ‘respect women’-” are the air quotes necessary? really?, “- juice. You can use it to gargle after you lick my balls.”

“Adam,” Sera’s voice said, coarsely, snapping him to attention with a mumbled aw fuck mom’s home.

She hovered as glorious as ever with her six wings, towering over Lucifer as she landed between him and Adam, shunting him out of her space and into Lute’s. Charlie and Emily both shot him sour looks and held hands in solidarity as they watched the fallen Morningstar engage with the High Seraph for the first time in millenniums.

The seconds ticked on in agonizing awkward silence. Lucifer’s throat bobbed. “High Seraph.”

“Morningstar,” Sera murmured, politely, her shoulders tense. Another long moment of silence followed- clearly she was waiting for Lucifer to explain himself. Charlie’s palms started to sweat, but not Emily’s. Angels apparently didn’t sweat. Her grip alone, however, spoke to her anxiety matching Charlie’s.

Lucifer’s jaw trembled and he finally, finally yanked himself together again. “Maybe we can talk about this somewhere more private? The street is… Open.”

Indeed, they were starting to attract attention. People might not recognize Lucifer on sight these days, but that apple and snake motif was sort of painfully obvious when you thought about it for a moment. Sera gave a nod and circled her fingers in the air to open another portal. “Certainly. Come into my office.”

Adam started to follow and Lucifer thrust his cane to stop him. “No, no. Not you. Seraphs only.”

Adam snarled and lowered the staff. “Your piece of hellsnatch daughter ain’t a seraph, Little Man.”

Charlie saw her father’s eyes light up with a fire she only saw when he had to be in a room with Alastor. “What did you say about my daughter?”

“Dad.”

“You want me to say it louder? Or do you want me to moan it, Daddy?” Adam leered.

“That’s enough!” Emily snapped before Sera could, her small form crowding into Adam’s space, all of her angelic eyes open and glowering daggers at the lesser angel. He shrank back. “There will be no more disrespect in this room. Adam, this concerns you, so you will be allowed entry, but please keep your mouth shut.”

Charlie felt her heart squish as Emily brushed off her dress and then strolled through the portal, nose primly in the air. Sera, lips pressed together, only gave a sober nod and followed.

“How come he-“ Adam snarled, but Lute gripped his arm and pushed him into the portal.

“Pick your battles, sir.”

“I wanna pick this one,” he whined as he vanished into the Seraph’s study. Lucifer and Charlie lingered for a moment- one with hope in her heart and the other rapidly descending into the pit of despair after just seconds of glorious, if not damning and futile, wrath. She reached for his hand.

“C��mon, dad. You got this.”

The soft smile melted her heart even more than Emily’s protection had. He stood on his toes to pull her into an embrace and give her a kiss on the head- more to comfort himself than her, she was sure, but she didn’t mind. He hopped through the portal and she followed into an austerely decorated space. Painfully minimalist. Ooh this was not a side of Heaven she liked at all. There wasn’t even art on the walls. Just gray slate with a huge plate-glass window behind the bare desk. Not a single knickknack to distract from its function.

Sera slid into the seat behind the desk, while Emily stood at attention next to her, hands clasped in front of her, eyes still fixed on Adam, daring him to speak. He skulked in the background, intentionally toying with the boring book-laden shelves- also free of knickknacks and personal touches- by running his fingers on the spines or pulling them out and pretending to read them before tossing them at Lute to put back with a bored eyeroll.

Conjured chairs were produced for Lucifer and Charlie, which they took, gladly. With everyone who was going to settle having done so, Sera sighed.

“Let’s talk, Lucifer. What brings you back to Heaven? You were told to never come back.

[matchstickdolly]

So long, farewell! 💜 I won't be posting from this account anymore. To close it out, here is a roundup of my Lucifer fan works, as I think that's how most came to find me here.

You will need an AO3 account to read most of my stories; it's relatively easy to sign up if you don't have one. Though I'm gone from here and elsewhere in the Lucifer fandom, I will continue to read comments and attempt to reply to them, so please consider sharing these fics and commenting your thoughts on AO3!

LONG READS (20,000+ words)

A Refraction of Light

314k words. My giant post-S3 canon divergence that spans Earth, Hell, and Heaven. If you didn't like Lucifer's Netflix era (the last three seasons) or wished there were more power couple vibes for Deckerstar, you might enjoy AROL. Though I finished it in 2020, after S4 had aired, I think it works quite well as a S4-S6 fix-it for those who'd like one.

In Sorrow Thou Shalt Bring Forth Children

210k words. The 50 female-focused "blip" years Lucifer's finale conveniently left out, also several post-S6 chapters. Heavy angst surrounding family and spiritual trauma but aims to be cathartic by acknowledging pain. All that said, more humor and Deckerstar than you'd probably expect, given the CW tags.

Reins Series: Try My Reins and My Heart & As Certain Dark Things Are to Be Loved

35k words when read together. Porn with feelings/plot. Fun, sweet kinkiness that should be read in order. Dominant!Lucifer because I struggle to see the Devil otherwise and because Chloe deserves a fucking break in the care of her sex god beau.

In a Similar Vein

21k words. Funny, sweet, and absurd S1 divergence wherein Chloe becomes (very wrongly) convinced that Lucifer is a vampire. Alas, it is missing the last chapter.

Chloe KNOWS

20k words. Funny, sweet, sexy S2 divergence in which Chloe accidentally gets a devil reveal when she stumbles upon an ageless Lucifer in vintage pornography. Oops.

MEDIUM READS (5,000 to 20,000 words)

If the Shoe Fits & In the Family Way

14k words when read together. Alternate post-5B/S6. Feel-good, funny, fluffy, even sexy. Godifer and Mrs. G being good partners, parents, and Improvers of the Universe. If you need a sweet, positive fix-it for the end of Lucifer, these fics might fit the bill.

Rebound to You

12k words. Feel-good, funny, sexy AU where Lucifer is still the Devil, but he and Chloe didn't meet as in canon. Instead, they meet a couple of years later, after Lucifer has naturally gotten a phone and Chloe has divorced Dan and is now resorting to dating apps to meet people. Features a fun gimmick of Tinder-like chat logs (used sparingly, I promise).

Something More & Pump It Up

11k words when read together. These two canon compliant fics won't seem like they go together at first, but I promise they do (thematically). Both are pre-canon and about the subtle ways in which Lucifer and Chloe are an amusingly great match. They just haven't met (yet) to know it! The first story is sweet and about Jed and Chloe's relationship; basically a character study of Chloe as told from Jed's POV. The second is a bit of a sex farce about Lucifer watching Hot Tub High School after settling in L.A., but it's also porn with plot or at least a character study.

Not to Mii

10k words. Lucifer sticks around at the end of S3's "The Last Heartbreak." One thing leads to another, and you get strip Mario Kart. I promise it works.

The Fine Line Between Desire and Fear

10k words. Feel-good and silly post-5A divergence featuring a haunted mansion on Halloween. Almost solely Deckerstar-focused but also imagines a future where Michael is trying to redeem himself and earn Ella's affection; the only problem is that he's afraid...of a lot, actually. The irony!

Sweet and Sour

10k words. A comical Michael/Ella fic based on the 5A trailer. Turned out to be rather in-character for many aspects of Michael, so it holds up, I think.

Now That's What I Call Big Devil Energy! Series: Big Devil Energy & Satan's Got a Heart On

9k words when read together. Funny, sweet chaos. Lucifer being a completely over-the-top Devil in love.

All You Can Play

9k words but really more like 3k if you want the finished part of the fic. (First chapter can stand alone; don’t read past it if you don’t like unfinished work.) Chaotic humor, sex farce. Canon compliant missing scene wherein I will tell you not to hate the player (me) but the game (S3). The reason Lucifer isn't there to protect Chloe at the end of 03x04? He's with Lexy, the judge's soon-to-be ex-wife. This is that story. Featuring Chuck E. Cheese.

Bound by Iniquity

8k words. Dark 5A canon divergence from Maze's POV. Her dirty dealmaking with Michael backfires, big time.

Get Thee Behind Me

7k words. Porn with plot/feelings. Lucifer and Chloe try anal sex for the first time. Feel-good comedy ensues.

Baptized by Desire

7k words. Dark but sweet S3 divergence. Lucifer comes to believe he really is a delusional human while he's in the psychiatric hospital in "God Johnson."

Hells to Betsy

6k words. Answering the question of how Chloe afforded a large three-bedroom townhouse in L.A., especially once Maze moved out. Come on! Detectives are paid well but not that well!

Darkest Before Dawn

5k words. Sweet, funny, sexy wing fic. No wing oil, but there's a barrel of crude oil and Dawn dishwashing liquid. This is not an ad.

SHORT READS (<5,000 words)

The Dotted Line

4k words. Porn without plot. Lucifer is attracted to Chloe in anything, even undies from Target.

Checked Baggage

4k words. Porn with light plot. What if Chloe took up Jana's offer for a threesome, partly out of spite? Bisexual chaos that is still ultimately very much about Deckerstar.

Winging It & Made in His Image

4k words when read together. Both are chaotic sex farces that wax on about the Devil's dick. They must be read in order.

Reefer Gladness Series: Flying High & Baked with Love

3k words when together. Sweet fluff. Established Deckerstar getting high together.

Lunch at the Y

3k words. Porn without plot. Roughly set in a better post-5A world where Lucifer eats Chloe out in a dressing room because of course he would. That's a love language.

Those Who Favor Fire

2k words. Porn without plot. Roughly set in a better post-S3 world where Deckerstar have gotten their HEA and have been together for some ten years or so.

My God's House Has Many Rooms

2k words. S6's "happy" closeout is creepily vague to me. This story explores a horrific what-if.

Raising Hell

1k words. Porn without plot. An ode to the blowjob.

Use My Words Against Me

1k words. All dialogue, pure chaos. Caught up in yet another scandal, closeted Republican Senator Olin Graham asks the Devil for a favor. You'll only appreciate this if you know enough about American politics and aren't a fascist piece of shit. Sorry not sorry.

Earthly Delights on Borrowed Time

666 words. Post-S4 reimagining where Lucifer and Chloe are making things work.

The Perfect Help Meets

666 words. Dark, canon compliant one-shot about Lucifer's angst/depression as he tries to make things work with Eve, all while he's in love with Chloe.

Other Stuff

A softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone — Lucifer meets the comic A Softer World. Inspired by an old post by @casimania that can be found here.

General Fanvids — Deckerstar being painful and/or lovely, plus some Trixie because I love her character.

S6 Critical Fanvids — Just me making sense of S6's plot, which I cannot read as anything other than incredibly dark and anti-choice.

Crack Fanvids — Pure comedy and chaos.

Lucifer Season 6 Time Travel Visualizations — Lucifer S6 uses time travel without clearly laying out how it works. I made two visualizations to help explain the possibilities: one for the loop existing in a single timeline and another for the loop causing or being a part of many/parallel worlds.

Lucifer S6 Wiki — After Lucifer Season 5B and S6, I started digging into the writers’ interviews to understand what the hell had gone wrong. You'll find their answers to a lot of common S6 questions here. They’re real, er, interesting Hollywood folk, to say the least.

[khaleesiofalicante]

You see, there's something in this whole time traveling mess I can't piece together or maybe it's just because I don't want to piece it together.

I feel this quote by Hermes is very ominous to what I yearn for.

Then this one from Kincaid(Kyle)

Yes, OtherMax could possibly be a hero but that would mean going back to antagonize his family, lying, betraying the love of his life, reliving the worst moments of his life to save the world.

The Lightwood-Banes always choose their family first. Like Alec once said to Magnus, 'I don't want the world. I want you.'

Though, Max does have a penchant for punishing himself when he thinks there's something he doesn't deserve.

Why would he do this, then?

The only reason I could find is if his actions might lead to a world where David (and maybe the extended family) would live longer. He did say 'I lost everything'.

With that being said, it doesn't sit completely right with me.

OtherMax said Lance must die, but his death is not a canon event. It makes no sense, after telling David for years that he'll be fine, only show up at the worst possibly time when Mavid are the most vulnerable and then just "I'm sorry you lost Arthur, I'm glad David hasn't begun crying and hey, Lance must die or the world will be destroyed so I created Kincaid to kill Lance. You can absolutely not stop Lance from dying. Oh, and also, this will be the last time we see each other."

It's just not very clever. To ensure Lance dying, it would have been smarter to simply continue on the 'he'll be fine' path. Many things could be said about Max, but stupid isn't one of them.

I think he took the stele for a reason. I think he lied about lying. I think he pushed them all over an edge for a reason.

Another completly random question: does Lucifer not know about OtherMax? When talking to Azazel he only went on about nephilim.

My heart when Max threw himself into his brother's arms. 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔❤️

I just had to say it wven if O stay away from emotions right now bealcause I won't function otherwise.

Oh, well. I'm just absolutely gutted and gripping at straws.

^^^Final totally unrelated thought: I absofuckinglutely love that art for The RWRB au. Truly a masterpiece.

Leaders, sacrifices and difficult choices are definitely a big theme of LBAF (as you might have already noticed).

You are right to point out that heroes save the world and heroes make sacrifices. They choose the greater good over their own interests. So, yes, it doesn't make sense that Max is now a hero and trying to save the timeline. Because Max has always been David's hero first - his Lancelot.

But.

It's been 700 years. That's a long time. It's hard to assume that Max now is the Max 700 years later. After all, the Magnus we meet in the beginning of the Bane Chronicles is not the same man we know in TDA.

But you are not wrong to assume that Max, whatever his intentions and actions may be, will always try to protect David. In whatever way he can.

We'll see about that. Whether it's still true. 700 years later.

Lucifer knows about Other Max! It's actually there in the Azazel chapter - they talk about the Time Traveller 🥲

I'll see you soon with the interlude and hopefully, that answers a lot of questions - or leave you with more!

[vaicomcas]

So last year during @crowstielweek, I wrote a four-chapter Cas&Juliet friendship short fic in solidarity. It was not a submission, because the story took place after Crowley's death in the end of Season 12 (Cas grieved for him though).

But since then I reopened it, and now it's on chapter 31. Crowley has been resurrected. It's WIP but there are only a few chapters left.

Still not crowstiel though, just friendship and mutual support (I can't write ships).

cw: some of the chapters are very sad, including mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts. But there will be a happy ending (which is not my typical style. I made an exception for Juliet).

Winchesters are the villains in this fic--though not 100%, more like villains out of prejudice rather than malice.

Heart of a Hellhound

Summary:

"Sam, Dean, we have been through much together. But if you come near Jack, I will kill you. Because he is my child."

Backdrop of this fic is a post Season 12 finale AU. Crowley died to trap Lucifer, but Cas made it out. He took Jack and got away from the Winchesters because, nothing had changed, the Winchesters wanted to remove Jack’s grace, and when that didn’t work out, wanted him dead. While on the run he encountered Juliet the hellhound who was grieving for Crowley. Cas, Juliet and Jack hid from the world in a remote cabin in the woods, but the world would not leave them alone. They dealt with Asomodeus, the angels, and another encounter with the Winchesters. They fought to live freely as who they were, and with the family they deserved.

[armybratz123]

Requests and Rules

Hello! I am new to tumblr but thought it be fun to try out and use to get out some one shots, extras from my in-progress stories, etc;

I write on Wattpad, Ao3, Quotev, and fan fiction.net under the usernames Nerd101, NeedAlert101, and ArmyBratz101 for those of you who may have heard or read my stories before. This is my first post! And I’ve decided to start off with requests. To me get started, afterwards, some time in the future, we’ll see whether or not I’ll continue doing requests once I get the ball rolling.

Fandoms:

Doctor Who

Danny Phantom

DC

Marvel

Twisted Wonderland

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

One Piece

Percy Jackson

Miraculous Ladybug

Transformers (specifically Bayverse, but I’m open to the other versions as well. Just be specific)

Twilight (limited, I'm very picky with this one)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Persona 5

How to Train Your Dragon

Avatar the Last Airbender

Hobbit

Lord of the Rings

Fate (Be specific which one)

My Hero Acadamia

Supernatural

Lucifer

Good Omens

(More will most likely be added on in the future.)

What I Can and Am Willing to Do:

Crossovers; I’ve always find it fun twisting the stories and universe in ways so two worlds can exist as one, or just how one person from a different world is like in another.

Reader inserts; I’m meh at them (haven’t done too many) but depending on the request I might do some. But don’t get your hopes up.

OCs; it’s fun making up characters from a different world, but I will only do my own. You want to request an OC from a certain world, great! Just if you want a specific detail (ability, world they’re from, personality trait, people to interact with, good/bad/antihero, love interest, etc;) just tell me and I’ll add that in! These OC’s can also be used for requests in the future once finished (I’ll even draw them).

AUs; I love them and and always enjoy writing them. Such as soulmates, fantasy, mafia, monsters, etc; been original made up ones you guys have in mind, I’m willing to try them out! There are just only two Aus that I won’t do, and they will be specified in my ‘Don’ts’ list.

Fluff; give me the fluff!

Hurt/comfort; some of these babies have been through a lot. And I will gladly write stories that give them the love and strength that they deserve.

Angst; I’m suprise at myself at how GOOD I actually am at writing angst. It almost scares me 😅. But just to let you know, the angst I wrote will always turn out alright and happy, even a little fluffy, at the end bc I can’t write sad endings to save my life.

happy endings; not much to say. Summed it up pretty much in the Angst rule. I hate unhappy endings, ‘nough said.

Extras; if you’re a reader of my content and stories from the fan fiction sites and want something that are not shown in the books, like an au or scene between episodes/chapters then go on and request some. Even aus or different way things could have happened in my stories go ahead and ask!

Music Videos; I like doing them, they’re fun. I’ve been making some from over the years with my hoards of photos and fan art I’ve found and saved over the years lol. But yeah, I’ll most likely post some I’ve already have, but if you have a certain song or fandom, go ahead and request!

(More will most likely be added on in the future.)

What I Won’t Do:

Smut or any kind of NSFW; I will write kisses, cuddles, and other romance couple things, but it’s going to be very safe and PG.

Alpha/Beta/Omegas; it ties in with smut and NSFW for me, I know that’s not the thing all the time, and there are a couple of stories in this au that I like, but I don’t feel confident enough to write this while making it comfortable for me and sticking to the au. So, just to save me the pain, no, I will not do this au. Sorry if that disappoints you guys.

Yandere; I like this content on occasion, but I will not be able to write this for the life of me. I put myself in the characters’ I write shoes, as if I was living the adventure with them. So I can’t write this in that case. Angst is one thing, this is something else entirely. Again, sorry for those of you that are disappointed, but I gotta put my foot down on things that make me uncomfortable.

Sad/Unhappy endings; I kinda mentioned/glossed over this already. But I’m putting down anyway, just in case. I can write sad and angst things but I always gotta end light or happy. If I don’t, then it most likely means I’ll be doing a continuation of that particular story/one shot.

(More will most likely be added on in the future.)

This is just the beginning. Direct message me, or go to the ask box. I will be waiting, in the mean time, I will most likely be writing some stuff on my own in between requests. I hope you enjoy my work!

Be Your Best You! Bye~!

[mayonnaisetoffees]

Mayo's Fic Recs

List of my favourite fics below the cut; this list is a WIP and completely personal taste; a mix of fandom classics and lesser knowns

Please remember to leave comments and kudos for the authors and podficcers!

*shows particular favourites

Fandoms currently included: Spn, Merlin, Les Mis, BatFam

Fics That Changed Me Fundamentally

Loaded March*** by Footloose. Merlin | E | 1.26M(Series)/ 35k (First part) | 188k hits (First part)

The reason SAS Captain Arthur Pendragon can’t keep a communications specialist in Team Excalibur because none of them are good enough. And then Lieutenant Merlin Emrys gets assigned to his squad, and Arthur does everything he can to prove that Merlin isn’t good enough, either. Except he is.

You can read all about my thoughts on Loaded March here, here, and here. Basically this fic series is beautifully written, has absolutely delicious UST, has found family, magic, and high stakes. It’s been part of my life for almost a decade now, I made friends through LM that I still have to this day, and it genuinely changed me as a person. Plus there are 78k of Extras to itch that I Finished Now What scratch. Parts 1-5 have been podficced and you can find them in works inspired by this one in each part.

Down to Agincourt*** by Seperis. Supernatural | E | 1.12M(Series)/ 154k (First part) | 73k hits (First part)

The world’s already over and they’re already dead. All they’re doing now is marking time until the end.

S7!Dean is transported back to the aftermath of where 5x04 The End left off. Much like LM, DtA was one that I avoided for a while. I didn’t think it would be my thing. I’m not usually into End!verse, it sounded so bleak from the summary, and it sounded so long for something I wasn’t sure about. If you’re reading this and nodding along? You are as much a fool as I was. Yes, it’s the end of the world. But it’s not over yet. This is a beautiful journey in what it means to be yourself, how to survive the end of the world, a How-To for Coups, and a study in food as a love language. I only read this fic this year, but like LM, it has genuinely changed me. Map of the World has been podficced.

Supernatural

Let’s start with the current hyperfixation. All of these are at least passively Dean/Cas unless otherwise stated. I've split into ones from my first time around in the SPN fandom and more recent ones because the vibes are actually really different and it took me some time to adjust (Not in a bad way! In a time has passed they have grown as characters way)

Old-School SPN (AKA the Classics my first time around)

Canon-Compliant or Divergent

Home in Motion* by nomdeplume13 M | 232k | 48k hits

Castiel swore he was done with spur of the moment decisions that permanently changed Dean Winchester's life. A year after the angel's most disastrous, his newest may present the largest challenge of dean's life: Fatherhood.

Did someone say kid!fic in canonverse? This is perfect. Canon divergence from the end of S6. Cas saves a baby from a neglectful mother and gives him to Dean to raise. They all move in with Bobby. Great OCs. Bobby considers Cas his son. Listen everything I say here will not be able to begin to encompass how much I love this fic. Just trust me on this one.

Named* by RC_McLachlan M | 95k | 95k hits

Jesus Christ is dead. Somehow, that isn't the worst part of Dean's week.

With a summary like that, need I say more? No but I'm gonna. This is one of the funniest fics I've ever read, but it doesn't take any emotion from the serious moments, if anything it heightens them. There are so many quotes from this I think about all the time. It was written in 2010 and so there's a bit of misogyny/character assassination of Anna in places.

Second Childhood by CloudyJenn (read by exmanhater) G | 16k (1h30) | 10k hits

"Dude, I can't do this whole thing by myself," Dean said with far more desperation leaking into his tone than he liked. It would just be too much to make it through hell and death and Lucifer only to have Castiel bail on him because of a frigging baby.

They beat the Apocalypse (OG-S5) and then Sam gets de-aged by a spell. I've listened to this so many times I know it by heart, it's an ultimate comfort fic to me.

Defy Any and All Expectation* by Tenoko1 (read by Tenoko1) M | 138k (14hrs) | 37k hits

Chuck's newly released books tell of another war between Heaven and Hell. Team Free Will sets out to try to defy prophecy, only to realize there is a lot more at stake and amiss than the not-quite-accurate words of one Prophet of the Lord. Along the way, Dean and Cas' relationship continues to evolve into something neither expected or were prepared for, all of their lives transforming in ways no one could have expected. But with no shortage of cases, monsters, and mayhem, it's going to require the help of new friends and old enemies if they're to have a hope of saving the world one more time. Alternate Season Six.

So this is a re-written version of Tenoko1's The Path We Choose which I don't think is around anymore. By the time I was reading the re-write as each chapter came out, I knew every single line of TPWC and it wasn't all that much shorter. It's such a perfect canon divergence because they are all 100% in-character. If you're into podfic, you already know what an absolute gift 14 hours is, but if you have never tried podfic before, Tenoko1 is a fantastic place to start. Her voice is soothing and energetic and her Cas sometimes comes to mind when I'm reading fic in Misha's place (sorry Misha)

His Fucking Kids 'Verse by 8sword M | 96k(Series)/ 3k (first part) | 26k hits (first part)

Jesus, the school should just have a parking spot labeled, “Reserved for the Novak-Winchesters,” because Dean’s getting sick of having to cruise around the parking lot looking for a spot every time he gets a call from the principal about Emma.

Emma survives and Dean and Cas are raising her and Claire. This fic series will make you laugh, make you cry, and (nowadays) make you wish Emma had survived to be a part of Wayward Sisters.

One Species Too Many by wallmakerrelict E | 22k | 37k hits

While Dean is laid up for a month after breaking his leg on a hunt, Cas decides that it's a perfect time to adopt a litter of kittens. But even though he's gotten better since Purgatory, Cas still isn't quite the same as he was before fixing Sam's head, and being trapped in a cabin with him for weeks on end is making that all the more obvious to Dean. When Sam takes off on a hunt, Dean has to figure out on his own how to navigate his new relationship with Cas while also helping to raise a bunch of fuzzballs that aren't even cute. Not even a little bit. (Well, maybe a little bit.)

Dean breaks his legs, and honey!Cas brings home some kittens to foster. It's achingly sweet and also painful because you know Dean wants to fix Cas but there's nothing to fix. It is tagged for ableism for this.

Tripping* by Hatteress E | 49k | 78k hits

That time the universe decided Dean belonged with Cas and wasn't afraid to pull out the big guns to make it so. Big guns in this case being obsessive fangirls, archangels turned tricksters and overly enthusiastic cupids. Welcome to Dean's life.

Alt!S5 and it is beautiful. Also any fic with Missouri is an automatic win.

Broadway Musical by Grifitings M | 12k | 79k hits

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle. The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at. Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

Jimmy deserves a sainthood and frankly I don't even want to hear about crack if it's not on the level of the Host yelling at Cas not to touch the butt.

Classic AUs (AKA AUs from my first time around)

Try Something Tuesday by almaasi E | 48k | 144k hits

Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He's new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean's curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not? Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only...

This was one of the first spn fics to really really stay with me and it never really left.

Rock 'n' Roll Queer Bar by ChasingRabbits E | 127k(Series)/ 8k (Part1) | 29k hits (Part1)

Ellen and Jo Harvelle run Harvelle's Roadhouse, a bar that unintentionally becomes a beacon for wayward queer souls. Her employees: Dean, the smartass runaway with a big heart and bigger mouth; Castiel, the college drop-out turned hippie; his (surprisingly heterosexual) trouble-making brother Gabriel; and Charlie, who has been told several times that the back room is not to be used for after-hours Dungeons & Dragons games. But there's a lot of love in this place, and a new family for anyone who may otherwise be without.

This series. If you've ever felt unsure or out of place or anxious or just really felt like no-one understood you, this fic is for you. I first found this series when I was coming to terms with my queerness and I genuinely think it was invaluable. Also I am a sucker for the go for a dinner at Cas's family and end up storming out trope.

Play It All Night Long by janie_tangerine (read by Tenoko1) NC17 | 43k (4hrs)

The rom-com-ish one where Dean hosts a late night radio show, Castiel is a regular listener of his who starts calling one day and ends up calling more often than not and Dean finds himself liking it. This, until one day Castiel calls for not exactly petty reasons (just before Dean's brother Sam is visiting with his girlfriend for spring break) and things get very, very crowdy at his place. He also doesn't know it's just the beginning of it. Also features Gabriel, Chuck, Andy, the Roadhouse crew and a huge amount of music quoted. Especially Bob Dylan.

Again, this podfic has got me through many a night of insomnia. Cas calls in after a particularly shitty day and it all goes from there.

New-School SPN (AKA post-2014)

Canon-Compliant or Divergent

Tall Grass by aeli_kindara E | 57k | 28k hits

“I think we should have a garden,” Cas says. Dean looks up from his beer. He hasn’t had that much to drink, but Cas still has a vague look of unreality about him, a splash of living color that doesn’t fit in the bunker’s echoing stillness. Dean didn’t hear him coming. A lot of the time, Cas is so unobtrusive it feels like Dean has the bunker to himself, with Sam away. Dean shakes his head to clear it. “A — garden?” he repeats.

There is a reason you will see this recced time and time again. It healed parts of me I didn't know needed healing.

So Says the Sword* by komodobits E | 85k | 73k hits

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’ Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected

I saw ssts mentioned in like every single If you're getting back into the fandom READ THIS rec list. For good reason. It's described as "canon-adjacent in that seasons one to three happened exactly the same, but when Dean goes to Hell, he is not raised by Castiel". It's one of the most interesting concepts I've read and it's one of those fics where the writing style will stick with you. Castiel POV in a way you've never read before.

Aching in the Absence of You* by sobsicles E | 95k | 9k hits (in 5 days)

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back. He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales. "Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time. By nightfall, Cas is gone.

If you don't already know sobsicles, I am delighted to introduce you to the person who will smash you to pieces with a hammer to put you back together Kintsugi-style. This one is post-finale but without 15x18 (it'll make sense as it goes). Cas says he's going to leave again and again Dean doesn't ask him to stay. Full of lines so beautiful they'd make Shakespeare weep, Sobsicles has this way of writing that is so evocative and paints such a clear picture. Fair warning, if you're Dean-coded, this might be A Lot.

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination)** by sobsicles E | 108k | 25k hits

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next. ~~~ Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want." "What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before." "Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out." "Easier said than done."

Yes, two sobsicles recs back to back. This one I read first and it still holds such a special place in my heart. A sign of a good fic is being able to picture it perfectly. The sign of an amazing fic is that when reading this I was so in Dean's shoes I could feel a pool cue between my hands and Baby behind my back. And I sobbed like a baby in this. It has probably my favourite ending ever. It's genuinely beautiful. If you don't read another on this list, read this one.

Teaching Poetry to Fish by aeli_kindara M | 52k | 14k hits

In which Castiel teaches poetry to fish. Also, himself. Also, eventually, Dean. (A series-long story, diverging slightly from canon after S14.)

The ultimate Cas character study and interwoven with poetry.

So There It Is, I've Said It All by PorcupineGirl (read by Ceewelsh) G | 4k | 13k hits

"Why, do you have something you need to say to me that you don't think I'll like?" I think I'm in love with you. "Yeah. I guess so."

Dean figures out he's in love with Cas then can't stop thinking it. This is genuinely beautiful and if you've ever had trouble actually saying the thing you're thinking, you'll relate to Dean here. I recently did the podfic for this.

you won't find this place alone by amidsizedfrog G | 9.5k |

When Claire said she was dropping out of college to pursue hunting full time, Dean said, “right,” and left the room. Or, the cross-generation conversation about formal education, choosing your own path and figuring out what it looks like to find a family. Or, in other words: "But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell-attitude, and I'll figure it out." - Dean Winchester

This is a beautiful look at education in the hunter world, and I love anything that looks at Dean and Bobby's relationship and this does it perfectly. Also best cameo ever.

Seek to Know You Better by ahurston E | 33k | 23k hits

Dean and Cas, a long stretch of highway, and 36 questions empirically designed to make two people fall in love. As if they weren't already.

This is perfect. It has a lovely slow pace like it has the vibes of an indie film if that makes sense? Like it's two guys going from place to place talking. It was an instant favourite.

Newer AUs (AKA more recent AUs)

And This, Your Living Kiss* by opal_bullets M | 57k | 69k hits

Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

When I asked which fics were absolute must-reads for someone who'd been out of the fandom a few years, this was said repeatedly. But what really got me to read it was everyone actually told me more about what it meant to them than just the summary. It's a study in poetry, a study in learning who you are and who you used to be, and a reminder that it's never too late.

The Graveyard Shift* by riseofthefallenone, PurgatoryJar E | 620k | 175k hits

Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

A fantastic magical realism fic - magical creatures live and work with humans. Gabe and Cas run a coffee shop, Dean is a fireman, and the burn is slow and delicious and the intrigue kept me reading for like a week every single spare minute.

Painted Angels by WinJennster E | 106k | 162k hits

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing. Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

The first part of this I actually saved back when I was first in the fandom but I never got around to reading it (I had a To Read folder of 100+ fics that I absolutely dove into when I got back into spn) and the rest of the series finished in 2016 so I'm counting it in this section not the other. On the one hand, I wish I'd read this when it first came out. It's beautiful and heartbreaking, and so visual. On the other hand, I think I appreciated it a lot more now than I would have seven years ago. The parallel of me coming back to the old fandom that I loved dearly with Cas coming back to see someone and places he loved so much really hit. (Although coming back to the spn fandom was much easier and much less heartbreak!)

Finale Fix-Its (yeah fuck you Dabb that this has to be a whole category)

The Goldenrod Revisions by aethylas M | 66k | 15k hits

A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.

Script format re-write of 15x19 and 15x20 into a 5-episode finale fix-it. As far as I'm concerned, this and chocolatecakecas's American Pie fanvid are the Supernatural finale.

break the skin (to break the barriers)* by sobsicles M | 30k | 9k hits

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment. ~~~ Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in." Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing. She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes." "Just the one," Dean mumbles. "Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks. Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get."

Therapy through getting tattoos and telling your life story to someone who obviously doesn't think it's real. Outsider!POV not just done well, but done literally the best.

Kingdom Come by ahurston E | 17k | 10k hits

Cas wakes up on the coast of Maine. He makes his way home.

I don't know if this counts as finale fix-it as it's more fuck the finale we're ignoring that. There's just so much love and care in this fic.

The Family Business by chai_lattes M | 16k | 5.5k hits

It's all over. It's been weeks since Chuck's defeat and Cas' return from the Empty. There are no threats on the horizon, no apocalypses to stop, but there's something that keeps the Winchesters from being happy. Something that's maybe always been there. On their way back from a hunt, they find John Winchester, back from the dead.

If you're anything like me, you start rubbing your grubby little hands together at the tag John Winchester's A+ Parenting like yes let's address this! This is one of the best examples of John coming back and how it jars with the life that they have built. Also Claire and Jack getting to share screentime!

Merlin

If I have a forever fandom, it's Merlin. I've always kept one foot in this fandom, and it introduced me to fandom, and most importantly to podfic which kinda had an impact. All Merthur unless stated.

Canon-Verse

Seven Magpies by syllic (read by lunchee) E | 33k (3hr15) | 58k hits

Arthur opened his eyes a minute later to the sight of seven magpies streaking across the top of the clearing, their shapes dark against the white clouds and the muted grey of the sky. He tried to remember what it was that seven magpies meant—he'd had a nurse who had sung the rhyme to him as a child—but couldn't. Arthur wakes up somewhere he doesn't recognise, but where he clearly belongs.

Okay so this is an AU but it's Canon-AU so it's going here. Fantastic role reversal fic that you will be thinking about for weeks.

and from your grace, i fell by TheDragon (read by Ceewelsh) T | 4.6k (41mins) | 13k hits

“Where’s Merlin?” he asks the maid. “Where’s that idiot of a Court Sorcerer?!” “Begging your pardon, Your Majesty. I thought you knew,” the maid replies, not daring to look him in the eyes. “He’s taken ill.” “And he couldn’t be bothered to tell me himself that he would be unable to attend today’s council meeting?” Arthur questions, voice full of acid. “He hasn’t woken since he collapsed two days ago, Sire,” the maidservant says, blissfully unaware that what she’s saying the power to stop Arthur’s heart in its tracks.

When I first read this, it had me completely transfixed. I could not stop reading. It was so raw and so full of emotion. I was then lucky enough to get TheDragon in our exchange, so I did a podfic for it and it's probably the most proud I've been of one.

Modern AU

The Student Prince* by FayJay (read by FayJay) M | 145k (15hrs) | 696k hits

A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love...

A classic is a classic for a reason. I'm also pretty sure this introduced me to podfics so like special place in my heart x2. Did you know if you filter AO3 by hits on Merlin, this has 426k more hits than the second result? Now that is a Fandom Classic.

Drastically Redefining Protocol* by rageprufrock (read by lunchee) E | 46k (5hr30) | 269k hits

In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell promptly breaks loose.

As I always say, if this can happen to me and I still love the fic, nothing is going to change that. Arthur hides from his duties in a cupboard and gets stuck in there with a chainsmoking med student.

Fundamental Imperfections by Starlingthefool (read by bravenclawsome) M | 12k (1hr35) | 123k hits

In which an argument about Dickens leads to a Twitter scandal, broken bones, midnight conversations, and transatlantic longing. (Or, an AU with Arthur and Merlin as moderately famous authors.)

This fic has everything: Charles Dickens, long distance texting, Morgana choking a Sherlock cosplayer with his own scarf. This is the ultimate comfort fic and I compare all fics to this even when they're incomparable. I never read the sequel because it was WIP and I was waiting for it to complete, it hasn't been updated since 2015 and apparently ends on an unhappy note, so if you're going to read the sequel you have been warned.

Les Mis

Modern!AU

Overzealous Oddities by YassHomo e/R, Courf/Cosette/Marius, Comb/Ép | G | 6.4k | 4k hits

Courfeyrac: Remember when I smashed our tv and we laughed about it? Enjolras: No. Courfeyrac: Let me rephrase Courfeyrac: I've smashed our tv, lets laugh about it.

I love me a text fic and this is in my opinion the best one around. Just look at that summary. I have quoted that so many times.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young* by GingerNinjaAbi E/R, Courf/Jehan | M | 99k | 42k hits

Perhaps somewhere in between all the cups of coffee, shots of tequila, sunny March days, terrible lumpy jumpers, love, cigarettes, drunken nights and the desire to change the world they'll all leave Paris with a degree in something. Or not. Grantaire's money is on no. But he's a pessimist who's hopelessly in love, so perhaps his opinion shouldn't count.

The ULTIMATE modern!AU tbh.

Tagged by Salomonderiel E/R, Courf/Jehan | E | 155k | 28k hits

So there's this artist. He could probably be compared to Banksy, but he's a lot more... cynical. He shares rooms with a poet who braids his hair with flowers, in a flat near Covent Garden they rent from a short-tempered shop keeper with a penchant for fans and who'd do anything if you mentioned Poland. Sometimes, the three of them will go and deface public buildings in London whilst completely smashed off their heads. And then there's this, shall we say, 'revolutionary'. He has a band of other revolutionaries, who all meet at this cafe by Borough Market. He shares rooms with his best mate, a philosophy student, spends too much time with a flirty guy who has a thing for poets, goes boxing with a guy in a red vest, wants to punch the wet sop who drools on the blonde waitress and is getting tired of this guy who keep breaking his laptops through sheer dumb luck. Thank god the hypochondriac's there to keep an (slightly too) attentive eye on their stress levels. The revolutionary thinks the graffiti artist's work is a waste of space. The artist thinks the revolutionary's campaigns are a waste of time. And all the while, the poet and the flirt drool over each other in the background...

This is perfect and it's funny and it's beautiful and it rips my heart out multiple times.

Canon

To Be Free by kjack89 (read by Ceewelsh) Gen, Cosette/Marius | T | 3.8k (32mins) | 375 hits

Three blows from a bayonet had transfixed Combeferre’s breast, followed by a fall from the barricade as he rapidly lost first blood and then consciousness. But neither of these, it seemed, was enough to kill him, as much as later he might perhaps wish that they were.

I read this because it was on a list kjack89 did of their favourite fics which don't necessarily have the same hits traffic. It's nothing I would have usually read (canon era, not e/R, MCD) but I am so glad I gave it a go. It's a study on what if Combeferre had survived the barricades too and the guilt. This stayed with me for days afterwards until I eventually messaged kjack89 to get permission to podfic it.

BatFam

Canonish (I don't know differences between canons but these are all they're superheros fics)

Robins United by laceymcbain (read by reena_jenkins) Gen | T | 49k (6h15)/ 19k (2h25) (First part) | 103k hits

Bullets, knives, a three story fall, even a fucking crowbar hadn't managed to keep Jason down permanently, but Dick Grayson (and the rest of his "family") was going to kill him with kindness.

The ultimate batbros series. Also if you haven't heard reena_jenkins' podfics before, you are welcome. Pre-pandemic I took a lot of public transport and reena_jenkins kept me sane.

batcoons by drakefeathers (read by reena_jenkins) Gen | G | 6k (49mins) | 14k hits

Jason and raccoons have a lot in common. (Additionally: his so-called family are much bigger pests than the stray animals hanging around his safehouse.)

This is funny, it's heartwarming, and it's a really good character study.

AU

Here Comes the Sun by batsy_rocks Clark/Bruce | T | 19k | 20k hits

Clark Kent is a kind-hearted reporter working in the big city. Bruce Wayne is a stressed dad of four with no idea of what he's doing. Then they meet.

Bruce Wayne is a Tired Single Dad™. It's genuinely such a sweet fic.

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Chthonic Love 21

Series Summary: A Greek Mythology AU featuring Yoongi/Suga as Hades and reader as Persephone. Olympian ruler Namjoon has delivered you, Persephone, as a gift for his brother, lord of Death, Yoongi 

Chapter Summary: You flee the Obsidian Palace and Yoongi realizes what he’s done

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Yoongi stood there, his hands shaking and his chest heaving. He walked over to his desk and sobbed, cries racking his body.  What the hell was he doing?

He looked over to the fireplace; a pile of blankets lay still as if waiting for you to walk back in and sit. He shuddered. I love you playing over and over in his head. He didn’t deserve love. He especially didn’t deserve it now. Yes. You should return to the mortal realm. When Hoseok came to the party, ,you should return with him. Yoongi would do whatever it took to bargain with Namjoon and get you out of the contract. It would be better that way. 

Yoongi sat down in his office chair, mentally drained. This too shall pass. He told himself trying to calm down. I love you I love you. Dammit. He tried to concentrate on his defense strategies to review with Hephaestus tomorrow. He ran his hands through his hair. He saw a piece of paper on the corner of his desk and turned it over.

My Dear Hoseok,

I will not be returning to the Mortal Realm for a while. I am enjoying my time here in the Underworld. It was surprising at first, but Lord Yoongi actually appreciates me and values my time and companionship. I will do my best to return in the Spring to help usher in the new Season, but as you have said many times before “you don’t need me” since I’m “Just the flower Goddess.” Take care of yourself and don’t worry about me.

Love always,

Persephone 

Yoongi rubbed his face. What had he done? It was for the best. The Underworld wasn’t safe. There was something potentially getting ready to attack the palace. He had to attend reapings two to three times a day. He was a terrible companion. And yet. You had known that and still said you loved him. Fuck. He heard a knock on the door.

“Go away.” He shouted. 

“Sir, I think you would want to hear about this.”

Yoongi sighed heavily, recognizing Lethe’s voice. He looked across the office, towards the door and remembered the shards of glass. He let the fact he was an asshole wash over him once more. He stood up and walked over to the door, carefully cracking it open.

“Yes?” He asked. 

Lethe struggled to catch her breath, "Sir, the servant who went to feed Holly says one of the rowboats is gone. Another servant says they saw Lady Persephone leaving the Great Hall. I’ve checked the castle and can’t find her anywhere,” the concern was evident in her voice. 

Shit shit shit shit. Yoongi hadn’t even considered that you would actually try to leave. Shit shit. Before he could respond to Lethe he found himself running down the stairs, running through the great hall, and running across the bridge.

Oh Gods you were out there wandering the desert or the sea or somewhere. The Underworld wasn’t safe at all outside of the Palace and he had no idea what was happening to the North.  He cursed himself for overreacting. If something happened, he would never forgive himself. He looked around for footprints, but the sand dunes changed so quickly he couldn't see anything. He jogged down into the cavern and over to the docks and that’s when he saw a rope dangling into the water. No. He took the other boat, quickly rowing up to the gate. “Holly. Open the gate boy.”

To his shock, Holly did not respond to him.

“Holly, I mean it. Open up this gate.” Holly poked one of his heads around into the cave and growled at Yoongi. “Hey what the…”’ it dawned on him, “You’re mad about Persephone aren't you?” One of Holly’s other heads let out a whining sound.  “I’m trying to go and get her Holly. I need you to open the gate.” Holly didn’t seem to forgive him yet, but he begrudgingly walked over and picked up the chain to open the door.

Yoongi started rowing as though your life depended on it, because it very much did.

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This was such a stupid idea, you thought. While the Stygian sea had seemed tame, you quickly found out that it was not. As soon as you left the harbor, the winds picked up, rapidly pushing you East. There was very little you could do other than duck down into the boat as the wind became increasingly cold.  This was it. You thought. You were going to freeze to death in the Cocytus Sea. You had read about this in the Compendium. You laid there, on the bottom the wooden boat to get out of the wind. You felt the boat rock back and forth with increasing fervor. 

What had you done to deserve this? Why were you ever deemed property? Why had Namjoon decided to mess with everyone? Why did the Olympic Gods suck? You found yourself thinking about Yoongi. He had been so angry. He threw you away even after you told him you loved him. You could feel the sadness of the sea washing over you and into you. You heard the eerie wailing of souls and you knew better than to peer over the side of the boat. Cocytus was a punishment. The legendary dragon, Lucifer, was said to keep the sea icy with the beating of his wings; constantly beating back any souls that would attempt to cross into the other realms of the underworld. At this very moment, as your tears began to freeze against your face, you wondered if Lucifer was real. Oh well. Did it matter? What was the point of existing in a world where you were just property being transferred back and forth. 

You willed your eyes to stay open; afraid if you closed them for too long you might not wake up. Where did Gods go when they died? Elysium? You laughed, a dry sad sound. Can you imagine the look on Yoongi’s face if you were in one of Charon’s ferries? Would he care then. 

The absolute dread overtook you. You sat up, looking out into the sea. The grey bodies beneath the surface called out to you. Their hands pressed against the sides of the boat. It would be so easy to just slip in. Slip into nothingness.

No. A small part of you yelled. No. You pulled back, rubbing the ice crystals off your eyes. You heard a faint roaring sound in your ears. It wasn’t loud, but it was strong enough to cover the wailing of the souls. What was that? The boat continued to move and you found yourself getting warmer. The ice around the boat began to thaw. You felt better. Less like dying. You were still sad about Yoongi, but at least the existential dread had passed. Unfortunately, as you looked further towards the East, you saw why. Next up in the shitty surprises of the Underworld was the Inferno. 

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Yoongi headed East, pushing himself along with his magic and hoping to somehow catch up with you. Fuck. Fuck. It was cold here. He smacked at the hands of the souls who were trying to reach up into the boat. He had never thought the dead creepy, but after visiting Cocytus, he was starting to have second thoughts. These people deserved to be here. He smacked another one. ���Save us.. Save us Oh Lord. Please.” He heard the pleading. 

“Do your penance. I’m not here for you.” He yelled angrily into the water. The wailing continued, growing louder and louder, each cry hitting him in waves until finally he had had “ENOUGH!” He stood up and roared across the sea. It was as though his words themselves sent a shockwave that passed over the water. The icy fog lifted and the wailing stopped. Yoongi heard a hissing sound behind him and he turned.

“Lucifer. We meet again.” NEXT CHAPTER

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Soul Eater [Final Chapter]

[a/n: hhhhhh so this is the end of Soul Eater. I had such a fun time writing it and discussing it with all of you. I want to thank everyone that took the time to read it and leave a like or reblog or a comment in my ask box it really means a lot to me. And thank you so much for sticking with the story till the end!]

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Pairing : Jung Yunho / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death, Demon! AU

Words : 3.7k

Previous Chapter.

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-Y/N’s P. O. V-

I shook my head as I sat back, cradling Yunho in my arms. I brought a trembling hand up to his face, gently brushing the hair out of his face. 

No, no please. Anything but this. I thought to myself, biting down on my lower lip to keep from crying but that just stopped the sobs from escaping but the tears flowed freely. 

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered as I cried, the pain in my chest only intensified when he gave me a small smile. 

He opened his mouth to speak but before he got anything out somebody else spoke over him, “Weak as always.”

My head snapped up to glare at Lucifer who stood a few feet away with a smug smile on his face. I’ve felt rage before and I am the literal definition of wrath but the fury I felt right now was stronger than anything else I’ve ever felt before. I could physically feel my eyes glow brightly, the red tinted aura surrounding me was heavier than ever. That alone was enough to have the smug looks fall from Lucifer’s face. I watched as he took a step back, baring my teeth at the sight. I could tell he wanted to run but before he could even think about going any further I thrust a fist into the ground. The ground shook and rumbled, cracks lining the cement before it opened up, Lucifer trying to get away from the crack but I just made more. Holes of all shapes and sizes surrounded the ground, Lucifer trapped and with a missing wing he wasn’t flying anytime soon.

“Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?! I’ve never done anything wrong in my life! I was a good daughter, a good wife! I was a good person so why!? Why me!?” I cried out, holding onto Yunho tighter as I shouted at the one that caused all of this.

“Because you were destined for a life full of misfortune! It is how God commanded!” He shouted back, vexxed by my words.

I shook my head, clenching a hand into a fist, “No! He doesn’t intentionally make his children suffer! At least not without giving them a way out, one I never had! No, this was all your doing! This is all your fault!”

As I shouted the wall shook, cracks appearing along the walls to match the one on the ground. Lucifer said nothing, giving me a scornful look. And within the next second he gave a flap of his wing, blinding me momentarily with the strong winds he created. I knew he was going to use this opportunity to escape but I wasn’t going to let him. I sharpened the feathers of my wings like how I did when I killed Greed and thrust them in his direction. The second I felt the ends of my wings pierce through flesh the wind stopped, warm blood coating seeping onto my wings. I looked up to see one wing had gone through his throat and the other was jammed into his stomach. He raised a hand to probably try and get off an attack but I didn’t even allow him that as I tore him to shreds the same way I tore Greed apart. I glared at what was left of him, breathing heavily as I tried to fight against the need for more blood. Had Yunho not brought my attention back to him I would’ve given into my instincts and gone out looking for more demons to kill.

I gazed down at him to see that his breathing was more shallow than it had been just a few moments earlier. I knew what this meant but I refused to believe it, “No...no...I can’t lose you…”

He let out a breathy laugh, immediately regretting it was he winced in pain, “It’s fine, I’m okay.”

“No you’re not! You’re dying...” My voice broke at the word as I trailed off, the lump I felt in my throat stopping any other words from coming out for a second, “You’re dying and it's all my fault. If I had just released you from your contract earlier then-”

“Y/N... I know what you’re thinking and my answer is still no.” He said, his voice barely audible. He had lost way too much blood, it's a mystery how he managed to stay conscious for so long, “Don’t even think about it.”

I set my jaw at his stubbornness, angry that he was being like this all the way until the end, “I can still save your soul, Yunho.”

“And I’ve already told you I don’t give a damn about my soul!” He shouted, throwing himself into a coughing fit, blood trickling out of his mouth by the time he was done, “I want to be with you. I don’t care where, whether it be here in hell, on earth, or in heaven as long as I’m with you nothing else matters.”

I gave him a sad smile, swiping my thumb along his cheek ever so slightly, “I can’t let you spend a single second down here Yunho, especially not to be with someone like me. I don’t deserve you, I never have.”

“Y/N please...I love you. Don’t--Don’t force me to be without you…” He tearfully let out in a whisper, desperately clinging on to me but I had made up my mind.

I had tried to get him to end the contract with me on his own free will but even as he was dying he refused but I couldn’t let him turn into a demon. If he turned into a demon then I’d lose the Yunho I love so much. As much as he’s convinced he’ll stay the same I know that’s not the least bit true. Once a demon you’re filled with this overwhelming sense to wreak havoc, to kill, to have the blood of others run at your feet. No matter how good you were as a human it always happened. Even the purest of souls get swallowed up by the darkness and I couldn’t have him tainted, I refused to have him go through that.

“You’ll be forced to spend another thousand years down here!” He cried, hoping to convince me but I already made up my mind.

He’d die whether I did this or not but at least his soul would be where it belonged. I kept quiet as I brought a hand up to lay against his chest. His heartbeat had slowed, letting me know I didn’t have much time. I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the chains I had used to bind his soul when we first made the deal. But before I could break them the words he uttered had me stopping short. 

“Do you hate me that much?”

I looked at him with nothing but pure shock. Hate him? No, it was the opposite. I love him. I’ve never loved anyone like I love him. He meant the world to me and if I was blessed with some sort of power to heal him of his wounds then I would’ve done it in a heartbeat but I don’t. I would do anything to keep him here with me but I can’t, not if I want him to stay as he is.

“No…” I choked out, shaking my head as my tears fell onto his cheeks, “I love you...more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Yunho, in the short amount of time that I’ve known you you’ve become my world. You were the light that brought me out of the dark cave I had been hiding in. You showed me what it was like to love and be loved. Yunho, you are single handedly the best thing that has ever happened to me,” I paused to place a lingering kiss on his forehead, cupping his face in both my hands as I pulled away, “And because I love you so much I’m breaking our contract.”

He shook his head, about to protest but I stopped him from uttering a word by bringing my lips to his. I moved my lips slowly against his, pouring out all the love I held for him in that one kiss. I felt his lips tremble against mine but he kissed me back just as passionately. With my lips still glued to his I slowly brought a hand down to his chest, placing my palm over it. Like before I felt the chains holding his soul hostage and broke them with ease seconds later. The moment I did he groaned softly into my mouth, pulling away, the life finally leaving him. 

I choked on a sob as I stared into his lifeless eyes, my hand shaking violently as I placed it over his face and closed his eyes. My hand then hovered over his face, his shoulders, his chest, unsure of where to go as he lay dead in my hold. Finally after what felt like hours, but was truly only a second, I hugged his body to my chest. The last of my self restraint disappeared, the tears flowing freely as I sobbed loudly. My sobs got louder and louder until I couldn’t take it anymore and let out a scream full of pain and agony. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him like my life depended on it and in a way it did. If I let go of him now then that’ll mean I’m accepting the fact that he’s gone for good and that I’ll never be able to see him again.

“Yun..?”

I snapped my head up at the sound of his voice. Mingi staggered forward a few steps only to fall to his knees at the sight he walked in on. He opened his mouth and closed it multiple times, the words refusing to come out. Through my tears I could see his own eyes glaze over before the first of many tears slid down his face.

“I...I had turned my back on him for just a second and the next thing I knew he was gone…” He muttered, his voice shaking as he spoke.

I furrowed my brows, confused, “You were with him?” I paused, my eyes searching his only for my face to twist in anger at the answer I found in his eyes, “Why did you let Lucifer take him!? If he was with you then you should’ve been protecting him! You had one job-”

“No, you had one job! I told you to make him happy! I told you to love him with reckless abandon and then let him go! Don’t put the blame on me when this is your fault!” He shouted, his voice heavy with emotion, “Yunho is dead because of you and you dare to blame me!? If he hadn’t met you he’d still be alive right now! I lost the only person I cared about and it’s all your fault! Don’t you dare try and put the blame on me!”

I was stunned into silence by his words, a sob crawling its way up my throat. He’s right, he’s absolutely right. This is nobody else’s fault but my own. I should’ve broken the damn contract a long time ago, no, I should’ve never made the deal with him in the first place. If I had known I would grow this attached to him, that I’d love him this much and that I’d be the reason he died then I would’ve refused to even make the deal. This is my fault and mine alone...and I had to live with that for the rest of my life.

-40xx, two thousand years later-

I sighed heavily as I walked through the park, lost in my thoughts. It had been a couple millennia since everything happened. With Lucifer gone and the other sins hiding from me I was left to take over Hell. I didn’t want to at first but then I realized that if they were left without someone to lead them and give them rules the demons would run rampant, chaos would ensue at every corner. So, begrudgingly, I took charge with Mingi as my advisor. It took a couple years for him to be able to be in the same room with me and about a century for him to finally forgive me. And when he finally agreed to help me run things we found out his time in Hell was about to run out. I was getting ready to say my goodbyes to him but he had found some documents Lucifer had hidden. In those documents I learned two things ; deadly sins were eternal beings so unless they were killed they never died and that there was another special power deadly sins had, something I’m sure the others weren’t even aware of. As deadly sins we were given the privilege of keeping familiars and those familiars were picked from the pools of the demons lower than us. Keeping them as familiars allowed those demons to extend their stay for however long the sin desired and gave them the ability to turn into their ‘master’s’ respective animal. I didn’t really want to keep Mingi for any longer than he needed to be in Hell but he was adamant in staying, saying if I was forced to stay here for all eternity he’ll stay too. He practically begged me to make him my familiar and so I did and he’s been by my side ever since, helping me run things down under.

The memory of him turning into a wolf for the first time brought a smile to my lips. He was freaking out so badly I had laughed hysterically for the whole thing. Thinking back it that was the first time I had smiled or even laughed since what happened. I didn’t even get angry anymore, it seemed like when Yunho left all my emotions went with him. I had been walking around as an empty shell, void of all emotions but after about a millennia I had finally started to heal. With Mingi’s help and that of a select few demons I had come to trust, I was slowly reverting back to my old self, though I always felt like I was missing something--something I was never going to get back. 

I stopped walking at that thought, clutching the fabric over my chest. I had been trying not to think of him too much because it was too painful. Every time I imagined his smile or his laugh I’d feel this sharp pain hit me. It felt like someone had placed a ten ton anvil on my heart. At times it felt like I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to take in the air that surrounded me. I closed my eyes and tried to recollect myself before I started crying in the middle of the park. It took a few minutes but I was finally able to get myself together. 

“And here I thought you were finally going to burst into tears.” A voice suddenly said from beside me. 

I jumped at the sound of his voice, startled out of my thoughts, “One of these days I’m going to cut you to pieces for scaring me.”

“But today is not that day is it?” He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. 

I rolled my eyes but was unable to hide the smile that tugged at the ends of my lips, “No, it’s not.”

A moment of silence passed between us before he spoke up again, “Your presence is needed for the meeting to start.”

“I know. I just needed to clear my head, I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.” I responded in a soft tone of voice, clamping my hands behind my back and looking towards the sky, the moon shining brightly to illuminate my path. 

I turned to Mingi once more only to see he had shifted to take on the form of my wolf. I showed him a tight lipped smile, reaching out to pat the top of his head gently, “Tell the others to busy themselves with something else until I get there.”

He leaned into my touch before giving a nod of his head and left me to myself once more. I continued to aimlessly walk through the park, lost in my thoughts. I heaved out a heavy sigh when I noticed the sun beginning the rise. I should get back before the others throw a fit for being gone this long. I took one last look around and turned to leave, bumping into someone as soon as I stepped onto the trail meant for runners. I cursed under my breath before I began to apologize, finally looking over to see who had run into me. The moment I laid eyes on him it was like time stood still. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing, it can’t be what I thought... he looked exactly the same, his eyes the same shade of brown that I loved, his cheeks and lips the same shade of pink that I adored more than anything. When he caught me staring he gave me a soft smile, one I had missed dearly, one that brought tears to my eyes. 

“Ah, I’m sorry. I should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings. Are you alright?” He asked, his voice as sweet as I remembered. 

My breath hitched when he reached out to wave a hand over my face, probably thinking that something was wrong with me for freezing up like this. I opened my mouth to call out his name but just as I was about to I shut my mouth, clenching my teeth. What good would it do if I called his name? He probably doesn’t remember me, I mean it’s been over two thousand years there’s no way he’d remember. If he’s here then that means he’s been reincarnated. I almost burst into tears when that thought came to mind. Finally, he can live a normal life and be happy and that’s all I ever cared about, even if it wasn’t with me if he was happy that’s all I cared about. 

I shook my head and rubbed my hands over my face to compose myself, “I’m okay, I’m just a little out of it. I’m sorry I interrupted your run.”

I gave him one last smile before turning around, biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out loud, the tears cascading down my face the moment I turned my back on him. I had only taken about two steps when I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. I froze the second his hand touched my skin, my shoulders tense but I refused to turn around. This simple action was giving me hope, false hope that he somehow remembers me. It’s making me want to believe that after all this time I can finally be with him but I didn’t dare hope for it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it together...if this hope ends up leading to nothing. 

“It’s been years...don’t tell me you forgot about me already.” He spoke in a soft voice, squeezing my wrist gently in his hold. 

I inhaled shakily, not daring to turn around and face him, “I think you’ve got me confused with someone else.”

“No I don’t. There’s no way I’d forget your face, Y/N…” He trailed off, walking around me to face me. 

And the moment I looked into his eyes I knew he remembered everything. My mouth moved before I could even try to stop it, saying the name I had avoided saying for years because it was just too painful, “Yunho…”

He chuckled softly at the name, his eyes brimming with tears as he grinned at me, “I go by Wooshik now but my God is it good to hear my name fall from your lips again.”

I stared at him, stunned by everything that was happening. I reached out and placed my hands on his forearms, gingerly touching his skin to make sure he was real, “Are you really here? I’m—I’m not hallucinating am I? Because I’ve done it before! But this—you feel so real…”

“I’m real. I’m back, Y/N.” He said through the tears that had managed to escape.

The second he said that I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, bringing him into my embrace. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, squeezing me tightly in his hold as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I still couldn’t believe it but having him here in my arms I knew that this wasn’t just another hallucination. He was really here, I had him back...the only man I loved was back in my arms. That thought had a sob crawl its way up my throat before it escaped, muffled by his shoulder. I clung onto him like my life depended on it because in a way, it did. I’ve been so empty without him, just aimlessly wandering through life with no purpose. But now that he was back I could start living again, I could start to feel again. I pulled away from the hug to cup his face in my hands, staring into his eyes for a moment before leaning forward and kissing him with everything I had. I don’t know how long this was going to last but unlike last time I won’t try to distance myself from him, I won’t try and build a wall between us. I won’t try to keep him away from me for his own safety, no, I’ll protect him with my life. I’ll keep him safe. I’ll do everything I didn’t do, everything I regretted not doing. I'll do it now...and for however long he’ll have me. I promise I’ll love him fiercely, recklessly, and wholeheartedly. I swear it, I swear on my name, on my title as Wrath and may God punish me severely if I ever break my promise.

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[fanfic] Desired Disobedience:  Chapter 2

 Ryou struggled to find a way out of the sigil binding.  He knew there had to be one - nothing was perfect.  Nothing was flawless, not even the bonds Camula had put on him three years earlier.  He knew there was a way out of those, but it wasn't a way he could exploit.  This wasn't like that.  Sigils did have a flaw - if they were wiped out, then their power faded.  It existed only as long as they were whole.  That was why the strongest sigil magic was that forged into metals.  Anything else could be easily destroyed, assuming it was a substance that could be destroyed.

Such as the collar around his neck.  Silver wasn't fatal to vampires - only wood or sunlight truly could harm him - but it wasn't a good feeling by any means.  It didn't help that the collar was just a trifle tight.  He didn't need to breathe but comfort remained regardless, and the collar bit into him.

I wonder if Haou would like to keep this on me.  His thoughts seared with bitterness.  He could honestly believe Haou would like that, though of course one more tailored to his tastes.  It was the kind of thing Haou enjoyed, displaying his mastery over a former enemy.  Johan's leather armor served the same purpose.  So did, in effect, Ryou's vampirism.  Haou defeated them and it showed in everything about them.

He hated Haou but thinking about him gave him a different focus instead of the dark sorcerer who lounged so temptingly close and yet so far away.  The sigils on the floor binding him and the collar around his neck prevented him from doing anything about this.  The longer he knelt here, the closer it came to sunrise, and there didn't exist a sigil that could protect him from the sun.  He wondered if Vail knew that, or cared if he did.

He needs to care.  I can hardly suck Haou dry if I'm a pile of ashes myself.  He'd heard rumors - a vampire always heard rumors, it could hardly be helped, not when he hid in shadows as a matter of course and could hear almost anything others whispered about - that if a vampire were reduced to ashes, they could be restored by someone dropping blood on those ashes.  While he knew the truth or lies of most vampire legends, that one he wasn't sure of.  He'd never asked Camula, and he suspected if it could be done so easily, she'd not be so eager to avenge the slights against her.

His eyes flicked to the wall where he could see a thin beam of morning sunlight slowly starting to rise.  Perhaps something in the movement caught Vail's attention, since the sorcerer turned towards him. 

"Oh, yes.  You do need to hide away from the sun, don't you?"  He smirked, flicking his fingers through Ryou's hair one more time.  "And I suppose you're getting hungry."  It wasn't a question.  Ryou had intended on feeding from him when he'd come here.  But he'd not been able to and now he had to fight every urge in his body, along with the binding sigils.  One said to strike, to feed, while the other kept him as neatly in check as an order from Haou.

"Yes."  That much he could manage to strain out.  He could feel the urge to add a 'master' and bit down as hard as he could to keep it inside.  Vail cupped his chin and stared down at him, lips curved into a very amused smile.

"Say it,"  he murmured.  "You know that you want to.  It's not as if you've never said it before.  You were born to serve a master and now I am that one."

Ryou thought that was so much horse droppings but he couldn't say that, no matter how much he wanted to.  He couldn't read the sigils but he had a pretty good idea that at least one of them forbade him from insulting Vail.  He kept his lips as pressed together as he could. 

"Say it."  Vail's order came crisp and strong and carried by the power of the sigils.  Despite all of Ryou's efforts, his lips parted.

"Master."  It tasted like ashes on his tongue, much as addressing Haou respectfully did.  Perhaps this was even worse.  Haou never claimed to be anything but a monster.  Even before he'd known that Ryou came with intent to deceive him, he'd been quite happy to hurt Ryou should the occasion arise.  This sorcerer forced people to pretend to like him and sucked their lives from them.

Vail groaned in delight.  "Oh, I do like how that sounds.  I could get so very used to that."  He raised Ryou to his feet with a gesture, the sigils releasing him just enough so Ryou could follow him out of the room.  "Perhaps I will, once Haou is disposed of.  Such a bratty child he is."  Vail's nose wrinkled.  "Did you know that I lost a great deal of money because of him once?"

Ryou hadn't known.  Nor did Ryou actually care.  But Vail seemed the type to rattle on about himself whether or not anyone actually listened, just to hear himself talk.

"This was when he first came to serve Brron as a gladiator.  Quite a while ago,"  Vail mused as they walked through well-lit corridors - thankfully lit by magic instead of sunlight.  Ryou listened only because he had no choice.  He'd heard that Haou had once been one of Brron's gladiators and had eventually defeated and killed the Mad King.  "There was another gladiator in the chief position at the time - one Amon Garam."

That wasn't a name Ryou recalled having heard.  He wasn't surprised to find out why.

"I visited Brron in those days and he had his two best gladiators - Garam and Haou, known as Yuuki Juudai in those days, fight one another to the death for our amusement."  Vail breathed in a long deep breath.  "Oh, such a glorious combat it was.  The victor would either become Brron's chief gladiator or continue in the position.  I wagered on Garam.  He had years of experience and a fine deck. All that brat had was talent - a lot of it, I grant."

Ryou really could have done without this.  But Vail seemed to take the long way around to wherever they were going, just so he could keep on talking.  At least he wasn't obliged to answer.  He appreciated that.

"But he claimed victory.  A very stunning upset as well.  Garam's scream when he died was impressive."  Vail sighed again, perhaps in memory.  "And by doing so, he lost me a great deal of money to Brron.  Not that I couldn't afford it, but I don't like losing what's mine.  I decided then and there that the day would come when I defeated that little brat in some fashion.  And thus when I heard of what he did to you - creating such a powerful creature and taming it to his hand - I decided then that I would have you for my own."

I think if I could feel sick, this would do it.  There wasn't much that Ryou liked about being undead.  This particular lack of sensation counted among those few perks.

Finally Vail stopped in front of a door.  "You'll stay here until I come for you at sunset,"  he ordered.  "Now, since it is a while before I'm going to send you to Haou, I might allow you to feed tonight.  If I decide that you deserve it."  He regarded Ryou thoughtfully before reaching out to trace a finger over the sigil-carved collar.  "Do behave yourself.  Haou might threaten you with your brother.  I have someone else I have my eye on."

There were few people that Ryou wanted to protect to the point he'd obey someone he hated.  He didn't want to know who this sorcerer thought he could threaten.  He entered the room, not surprised to find that it wasn't much better than a cell.  No decorations, not even a window slit for air, no windows.  In point of fact, he thought it was a closet that had been emptied out.  Or worse; most closets usually had something that involved air flow.  Not this one.

"Good day,"  Vail purred as he closed the door, and Ryou heard it lock as he did.  There wasn't anywhere for him to sit down save the floor and he settled down there.  With no need to brethe, the lack of air flow didn't bother him, but it did annoy him.  He hated being treated like a thing, like a weapon with no voice or will of his own.  Bad enough that Haou did it - Haou at least allowed him to talk back and provided a room that while it did feature sunlight at inconvenient times of day, did also have areas where the sun never touched.  Haou did that merely to display his superiority over Ryou, not because he considered Ryou a knife that might go bad if left in the sunlight.

The sigils floated around him, as they had since he'd risen up and followed Vail.  They weren't as powerful like this as they were when they were etched into something but they were enough to keep him in check.  He wanted to be anywhere but here.  He had to admit that he didn't mind the idea of draining Haou dry.  It was what the monster deserved, if not worse.  But he refused to do it because someone else wanted him to do it, especially not Vail.

I need a way out of here.  The sigils kept him too tightly hedged, no matter what he tried, though.  What he could do was a little movement, nothing more.  It wasn't even enough movement for him to reach into the inner pocket of his coat, where his deck resided.

The tiniest flicker of a thought occurred to him.  He couldn't be certain if it would work.  He hadn't spoken to them in ages.  Sometimes he wondered if they were even still there.  He pressed his lips together, wondering.  How long had it been?  Oh.  He knew.

Before he'd been captured, before he'd been turned.  Haou had removed his deck when he'd been taken, and he had no idea of what had happened to it until after he'd been turned.  He'd not tried to speak to the spirits in his deck since then.  Since he no longer needed to duel, and he couldn't drag up the enthusiasm he'd once had for it, it didn't seem worth the effort.

Now it seemed like it should be worth it.  He closed his eyes and focused.  The sigils didn't seem to have been made to stop this, at least. 

Ryou?  Cyber Dragon's voice echoed faintly in his mind.  It's been so long. 

"I know,"  he murmured, keeping his voice as low as possible.  "I am sorry.  I - have changed a great deal."

We know. We've watched you as much as we could.  He could feel something similar to scales touch against the side of his neck. When he opened his eyes he could see the shimmering, transparent form of one of his favored monsters hovering near him. But we are yours and you are ours, no matter what.  You need our help.

Ryou didn't like asking for help, but he knew that he needed it right now.  "The collar you can't take off."

No.  Only someone of the blood of the Light can.  Cyber Dragon touched their nose to the collar.  It is beyond our power.  But these sigils?  Cyber Dragon chuffed out a laughed.  Not difficult at all.  But do you want us to?

Ryou at first didn't understand - of course he did.  Then colder sense asserted itself.  If Cyber Dragon could dispel the sigils, then Vail would know.  He would still be in here, unable to escape.  Despite all the tales, turned vampires like him weren't able to turn into mist or bats or whatever else.  He thought Camula might be able to do that, but she'd been born what she was.  That conferred different abilities. 

"Not now,"  he murmured, thinking over what they could do.  "How far away from me can you go?"

Not far enough.  But we won't need to.  We are with you, always.  Cyber Dragon brushed against him one more time.  Rest.  You need that, at least.

He didn't sleep the same way that humans did.  This place wouldn't be as comfortable or as reviving as resting in his own quarters, which contained a significant amount of the native soil that he required.  Native soil, in his case, meant a portion of the soil where he'd grown up.  He'd not thought of the place in many years, until Haou provided the soil for him and he found himself resting much easier.

But he could rest regardless and now he settled himself as comfortably as his surroundings permitted.  Aware of the presence of his spirits, those beings who had fought beside him so many times, he let his mind slip away into that place that was neither awake or asleep, but the infinite resting of those who weren't alive or dead.

As always, he had no idea of how long it had been before he opened his eyes.  What he did know was that outside, the sun had set.  He always woke up at sunset.  He could keep himself awake past sunrise with effort, but it wasn't a good idea.  He waited; Vail would be there soon.  The sigils hadn't changed at all.  He wondered if he really would be allowed to feed.

Without warning the door unlocked and swung open.  Vail stood n the other side, now garbed in an entirely different but equally flamboyant style, and gestured.

"Time to get up.  I see you didn't make any foolish attempts to escape, so I will allow you to feed. Aren't you glad that you behaved yourself?"

Ryou wanted to smile.  But he refused to so much as provide a hint as to what he thought.  Instead, he allowed only certain words to fall rom his lips.

"Yes, master."  He knew he looked forward - if that was the right way to frame it - to an entire week of this.  But he had not survived all of Haou's torture for two years and then the three years of undeath after it to submit to this idiot.  He had endured.  H would endure.

Vail had him follow, returning to the chamber where Ryou had been captured the night before. Once again he was forced to kneel while Vail savored a late dinner, then gestured a servant over.  It wasn't the one that had allowed Ryou in the night before, but someone a bit on the older side, with terrified eyes as she spied Ryou there.  She raised no protests, however, as Vail addressed his captive vampire.

"I have no further use for this one,"  Vail decreed.  "But they're still full of blood.  Take it.  Take every bit of it."

It wasn't the first time Ryou had had his meals chosen for him.  He rose to his feet and made it as painless as he could.  The servant barely had time to cry out before the life faded from her.  Ryou fed, drinking every last drop.  When he was done, he lowered the body to the ground and wiped his mouth clean.  He hated making a mess when he ate, but he often had no choice.

"Not nearly as elegant as what I can do,"  Vail decided dismissively. "But I do look forward to seeing you do that to Haou.  Won't you?"

Ryou searched for the words he wanted to say and that he could say.  He chose them with the greatest of care.  "I believe it will be a fascinating sight.  Master."

"To say the least, my vampire. To say the least." 

Haou played lightly with Johan's hair, thinking.  He'd cleared off most of his schedule and had even entertained himself to the point he wanted something else to do.  Normally he'd pass extra time by either watching someone else duel or feeding his pet vampire.  But the Hell Kaiser wasn't there right now. 

That didn't quite disturb him; he knew the vampire wouldn't be able to do anything that he didn't approve of.  But he didn't like not having Hell Kaiser around.  It was like not having one's favorite toy - well, second favorite toy.  Johan remained his favorite, though the Kaiser made such exquisite sounds of pain.

Where did he run off to?  Normally Hell Kaiser didn't stray far from the castle.  He could travel swiftly as a vampire but he couldn't always be certain of finding a good meal, let alone a proper and safe place to rest.  That was just one of the many ties that bound him to Haou.

He considered carefully, then turned slightly to where Fallen Angel Lucifer stood, observing the quiet antics of his court.  "Could I borrow one of your servants?  I want someone to find Hell Kaiser for me."

Lucifer raised one flawless eyebrow, his wings twitching briefly.  "Oh?  I thought he had a great deal of time before he needed to be back here."

"He does.  That doesn't mean I don't want to know where he is.  They don't have to bring him back.  Just let me know where he is and what he's doing."  Haou shrugged.  He could probably have found the vampire on his own if he put in the effort, but it was starting to get late, and he wanted to get to bed soon.  Sometimes it was quite annoying to have a vampire servant, regardless of how convenient of a punishment it had been at the time.

Lucifer considered. "I think Desire is available. I'm sure he wouldn't mind looking - for a price, of course."  His lips curved into a quick semblance of a smile.  "I'm sure you know what he would want."

Haou chuckled.  "Bring back interesting information and Desire can have him every night for a month."  He knew very well what Fallen Angel Desire could be like when he was in a mood - that was where he'd learned a great deal of what he knew about sex, after all.  Hell Kaiser had picked up a few lessons of his own, whether he liked it or not.

Lucifer tilted his head forward.  "I shall inform him at once."  With a flicker of dark wings he was gone, and Haou returned his full attention to Johan, who stared up at him adoringly.  Haou brushed his fingers against Johan's cheek.  The mention of Desire stirred up that exactly - not that he ever had a lack of it.

"Time for bed," he murmured.  Tonight would be wonderful.

Lucifer flitted through the air in search of his brother.  Desire seldom arrived at Haou's court, but he did turn up for certain occasions.  Like all of the Fallen Angels, once Haou had established his realm, he'd come to pledge his loyalty.  By human standards, he was Haou's uncle, and that required certain actions, just as Haou being the incarnate form of the Destructive Darkness did.

It didn't take long to find Desire.  Desire was never truly hard to find, after all.  He sat perched on a high tower, regarding everything below him, scarlet wings drenched in moonlight.  He had removed his helmet, up here where only someone else who could fly might see him, and Lucifer admired his brother's elegant beauty before he settled down next to him.

"There's a mission for you, if you want it,"  Lucifer said, getting right to the point.  "And I think that you're going to want it.  The reward is something I know you're going to enjoy."

Desire raised an eyebrow lightly.  "Oh?  Do tell." 

Lucifer could already tell that he was interested.  He knew the light in his brother's eyes so very well.  He traced one finger down his own wings carelessly.  "I'm certain you recall Hell Kaiser."

Desire licked his lips, smiling.  "Quite well.  I presume this involves him?"

"It seems he's wandered off a bit.  Haou-sama doesn't want him returned, but he does want to know where he is.  Find him and bring back any interesting information, and you'll be allowed to have Hell Kaiser in your bed for an entire month." 

By the time Lucifer finished, Desire reached for his helmet and slipped it back over his head.  Lucifer quite clearly saw the lust and pleasure written all over his face before the helmet settled into place.  "I'll be back before morning." 

Lucifer chuckled.  "Don't be too noisy when you're enjoying yourself,"  he admonished lightly.  "Some of us enjoy sleeping at night."

 Desire glanced back at him.  "Shouldn't I tell that to you?  You make far more noise than I ever could."  He spread his wings and leaped up into the air, circling carefully as he did.  He was excellent for this task; if once Desire had someone in his bed, then he could locate them again with little effort.  The more he bedded someone, the stronger his sense of their location grew.

While he hadn't had Hell Kaiser all that often, clearly the connection was strong enough, and soon he flitted out of sight.  Lucifer watched him go, before heading to his own quarters. He wanted to be up early; something had been on his mind lately and he wanted to think it through before he approached Haou-sama with his suspicions. 

Desire coasted along through the air, following that inner sense that told him his target lay in this direction.  He wondered vaguely why Hell Kaiser had come out here to the realm of Vail. Perhaps feeding?  He did come out far from Haou's castle when he hadn't been given anyone else to feed on.

I do wish Haou-sama would allow me to keep him for longer than a month.  He would quite enjoy it.  But at least he had this month, if he could find something interesting to bring back to Haou.  If Hell Kaiser met with rebels or something of the sort here, that might be interesting enough to get the reward.

He darted here and there, covering great swaths of territory with each flap of his wings.  He wanted to make certain that he went the right way.  Vampires could cover almost as much ground as he did, and the sun had come up in the morning, which should have driven Hell Kaiser into sleeping somewhere.  Of course, by now he could be traveling again.  Almost anything could happen and Desire found that interesting in and of itself.

It was getting close to midnight before he found any hint of what he was looking for.  He spied a human of perhaps middle-age slumped down beside a fountain, sobbing loudly enough to be heard even from as high above as he was.  He flitted downward and landed next to them.  The human - a female - raised her head to look at him and stared, captivated almost at once as Desire strolled forward.

"What brings you to such tears?"  Desire asked, voice pitched low.  Humans always seemed to react better to soft voices, he'd noticed.  "Has your lord harmed you?"  It certainly wouldn't be the first time.  Everyone knew about Vail and how he maintained himself over the years. 

Slowly the human shook her head, biting her lip.  "I - not really.  But - sort of?"  She wibbled a little.  "My mother works - worked for him.  She was very loyal, very obedient.  She did everything that he wanted for my entire life.  But earlier tonight, she told me that he'd not only discharged her, but he decided she was going to feed his new pet."

Desire cared enough about his brothers to know how infuriating it could be to have someone of the blood disposed of in such a callous fashion. That was her lord's right, of course, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.  "What sort of pet?"  Perhaps he could at least get her distracted.  He considered visiting Vail to see if he'd seen Hell Kaiser as well.  It was worth a chance.

"A vampire he captured just last night.  All of the servants were warned he would be coming and if he spoke to any of us, to allow him in.  Master Vail planned this for a long time."  She sniffled.  "I think he wants to kill Haou with the vampire."

Desire frowned slightly, though the expression wasn't visible behind his helmet.  "Have you seen this vampire?"

"No.  Master Vail keeps him close.  But rumor has it that the creature belonged to Haou.  That's why he's going to be used to kill Haou."

Desire wasn't going to believe that right away.  But he had his own methods of finding out, some more direct than others.  He brushed one armored hand against the side of her face, his voice laced with magic.

"Your mother is at rest.  Mourn her and move on.  Honor her and her service."  His eyes bored into her mind.  "And forget you ever saw me."

Human minds were far too easy to manipulate, in his opinion.  Not that he would complain about that right now.  He took himself back to the air, planning the next step.  Too soon to return to Haou and he didn't have nearly enough information. It could be Hell Kaiser.  There weren't many other vampires that Haou owned.  One might consider Camula, but if the vampire were male, then perhaps it could very well be him.

He leapt back into the air and soared his way towards Vail's capital city, plotting his line of action.

Ryou knew that sunrise was on the way.  Vail stayed awake just to have the pleasure of toying with him during his time of awareness.  He droned onward about magnificent duels that he'd seen and apparently arranged, and dropped a few hints he wouldn't mind seeing Ryou doing battle.  Ryou had to admit that sounded a lot better than he wanted to think about.

"Duels in my realm take place with these,"  Vail said, tapping a spiked collar with matching armbands.  "They inflict damage upon whoever uses them when damage to one's life points occurs.  Of course, as you are undead, it won't have the same effect on you, would it?  Just imagine how high I can set the damage."

Ryou refused to respond at all.  Hearing from Cyber Dragon made him feel a little better.  He hadn't seen any of the spirits since being brought out of that closet, but he could feel the awareness of the other spirits, from Cyber End Dragon all the way to the Cyberdarks.  The Cyberdarks seemed interested in this damage inflicting system, but not enough to encourage him to take them up.

Vail looked as if he were about to get up and head on to bed, probably tucking Ryou in the closet at the same time.  Before he did, a servant entered, bowing low.

"Vail-sama,"  the servant spoke when the dark sorcerer granted permission.  "You have a guest. Fallen Angel Desire has arrived, requiring lodging."

Vail smiled.  "Is that so?  How fascinating."  He turned his attention to Ryou.  "You know him, don't you?  I have heard rumors.  Quite thrilling ones."

He didn't seem to really want an answer this time.  Ryou took pleasure in not giving it.  Vail gestured for him to stay where he was as he headed out of the room.  Ryou did not relax for a moment.  He wasn't certain of what to think of Desire being there, if Desire even was.  He'd not trust that until he saw the Fallen Angel for himself, and he might even not trust it then.  There were shapeshifters and illusionists everywhere.

But why would Desire be here, if it was him?  Ryou didn't know the answer to that.  Desire normally remained in what had once been Norbu - it had been renamed but Ryou couldn't remember what the new name was.  Though given that Haou intended to 'celebrate' having had Ryou turned, perhaps he'd arrived for that.  It would be like him. 

A handful of minutes later, Vail entered the chamber, with a familiar figure by his side.  Ryou sniffed the air and knew at once this was Desire. He would never mistake that scent. 

Desire regarded him thoughtfully, then glanced at Vail.  "So you do have him.  I wouldn't have thought it possible to bind him like this.  The bond between a created vampire and their sire is quite strong."

"Oh, I don't doubt that Camula could break the sigils if she were here,"  Vail said with a wave of one hand, resuming his place on his favorite lounge and gesturing Desire to seat himself elsewhere.  "But she's not, and I'm having her distracted elsewhere.

"How fascinating."  Desire lounged backwards, all of his attention on Vail.  Ryou kept himself as still as he could.  He wasn't sure what to make of this new turn of events.  He couldn't guess at why Desire was there or why he spoke to Vail so civilly.   "I gather you intend to have him feed off Haou?  Why else take his pet vampire?"

"Oh, I have more uses for him than that.  You, of all beings, can see what other uses he might have."  Vail laughed a silken laugh.  "He could also be a fine duelist again.  Have you ever seen these?"  He tapped the shock collars he'd left on the table, explaining what they could do.  Desire made sounds of appreciation and enjoyment.

"I've heard that he's a spectacular duelist, or used to be one at least,"  Desire agreed.  He regarded Ryou as one might regarded a pretty hollow trinket.  "I quite agree that seeing him defeat an opponent could be fascinating. Especially as he cannot feel the damage in the same way.  When did you intend to try him out with these?"

Vail pressed one finger against his lip.  "I think I can arrange an opponent for him tomorrow night.  Did you intend to watch?"

"Oh, I think I would love that.  I must inform my brother, of course, that I have been unavoidably detained."  He waved one hand.  "But you don't have to worry about that.  We can communicate with one another easily with magic."

Vail nodded, waving one hand.  "As you wish."  He smirked, regarding Ryou again.  "I am aware that you've had him in your bed before.  Would you care to renew your acquaintance?  He'll be rather quiet unless I wish otherwise.  If that matters?"

"I do prefer him making some noise.  But I would indeed enjoy his company."  He snorted briefly.  "I swear to you, my brother Lucifer thinks he can command my loyalty to Haou merely because we share blood.  I would watch him drain all the life from that upstart and Lucifer and enjoy the sight."

That made rather more sense to Ryou than he would have especially enjoyed.  But his opinion on any of this wasn't asked, as Vail had him get up and follow Desire through the corridors and to the quarters Desire had been assigned.  The door closed and locked behind them, and Desire settled down on the bed, pulling out a silver crystal from nowhere.  He regarded it for a few moments before he breathed on it, then whispered, "Lucifer, dear brother.  Answer me."

To Be Continued

Notes: And next week I finish this up!

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Rebirth (Chapter Five)

Alastor X Human!Reader ((Reincarnation!AU)) 

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You could still smell the herbs from a few days ago. You were in your kitchen making yourself something to eat. It had been almost two days and there wasn’t a single sign of Alastor or Eon. Your mind was busy with other thoughts anyways. Your father’s surgery went well and he was on a slow recovery. Hopefully, it helped with his condition, but you doubt it would slow down his one-way ticket to the grave. You took a small bite of the PB&J that you made and suddenly you didn’t feel so hungry anymore. 

Instead, you wanted to break down and cry. You leaned on your counter, looking down at the sandwich as tears began to well in your eyes. So much shit has happened these past few days. You moved and now lived by yourself for the first time in your life, you were going to college at the same time while looking for a new job, and demon decided it was going to drop an entire shit load of problems that didn’t even involve you. Just your soul. And on top of that, your father was dying. It broke your heart when you waited with your mother for him to get out of surgery. Your father was a strong and proud man and to see him wither away into a husk, a shadow of what he used to be... It was all too much. You couldn’t take it anymore.

The sobs came quickly. You crouched on the floor behind the counter and held your knees as you cried away. You felt as though the entire world was against you. You were thankful for the few people you had. 

You didn’t want to feel bad anymore so you did your best to dry your tears. As you stood back up you saw something on your counter that wasn’t there before, “Huh?” Next to your pathetic sandwich now laid a thick leather-bound book with a sticky note taped to the cover. You were ready to roll your eyes and dumb the book into the trash, you already knew it was from Alastor.

That’s when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck start to rise while a familiar dry static energy began to fester within your home, “Go away!” You yelled, “I’m not your wife! I don’t know you! And you don’t know me!” You were talking to the air, but you knew Alastor was here. You could feel his energy. You could even feel his eyes on you, even if he wouldn’t show himself and choose to hide, “Just because you could guess my favorite food and color doesn’t mean I’m still your wife! So what if we have similar taste in stuff! I’m not her! You don’t know anything about me. You don’t know my family, my friends, you don’t even know my birthday! You can’t name a single thing about me other than what you can guess off the top of your head!”

You wanted to cry again and when a tear dripped down your cheek, you tell he was gone. The static fizzled away into still air and the feeling of eyes on your vanished as well. The book was still there though. You kept telling yourself to just throw it out but another part of you wanted to see just what kind of gift Alastor had left you.

You sniffled and ran the back of your hand over your eyes to clean away the tears. You pulled the book into view and read the note. At first you couldn’t believe it, but... Alastor had very... very... pretty handwriting. It was perfect and drawn with pen and ink well. 

The note said: 

        I think I went about this all wrong, (Y/n). I should have given this to you in the beginning. I’m sincerely sorry. This used to belong to your former self. It’s your diary. To unlock it, you must use your blood. Just a pinprick should work. I hope this helps and answers the questions you’ve been looking for.

       - A   :) 

Was this for real? And he had to just add the smiley face? Ugh... You rolled your eyes and looked over the book. It didn’t even have a lock on it, so why the hell was he talking about using your blood?  When you opened up the book, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Every page was yellow and blank. Nothing was in the damn book! Was he just playing a sick joke on you?

There was only one way to find out. You flipped deep within the book and towards the middle. You took a kitchen knife from your silverware drawer. You cringed in pain as you pricked the tip of your finger and watched the blood pitter-patter onto the pages. Nothing happened at first and you were ready to burn the book and get some more herbs to make sure Alastor didn’t come back.

But after a minute or so your blood soaked into the page and words began to appear. The looked like they were written in gold. The ink was metallic and shiny. You brushed a finger over the words and felt the little rise and fall of the ink and space between each letter. It took a second for the page to fill with words. Okay... maybe he wasn’t lying and this was your past self’s diary. You went ahead and began reading the passage you had randomly opened up too. 

1939, December 29th:

     This castle I call my home is nothing but chains holding me down. I have spent the last... some 2,000 years at this post. I didn’t know that serving as the Gatekeeper of Hell was a “forever” kind of deal. I guess that's what you get for letting Lucifer be your boss. I wish every day that I could leave this castle. But soon again I will! The seventh year of my new sentence is coming up and I will be free to roam for another 365 days. Then for the next 6 years, I will be trapped in this castle again. 

     At least I have Alastor. This empty castle isn’t so empty with him around. He fills the hallways with songs and music, with smells of food I never knew existed. He makes me laugh, something I haven’t done in a long time. He makes me smile and when I cry he doesn’t run in fear like everyone else in my afterlife. 

     It’s been six years since I made that life-changing deal with an even bigger Devil than Lucifer. It’s been six years since Alastor manifested at the gates of Hell and offered me the salvation and freedom I craved. No, he wasn’t the deal maker. The spirit that was attached to his soul was. Eon. I sold what was left of my soul to him just so I could see the world again. 

     In just a few days I’ll be able to walk out of this castle and go where ever I want again. The first thing I’m doing is marry Alastor at the top of a pile of corpses that belong to every enemy I’ve ever made. I can’t wait to taste the blood and tears of them all. I will kill all of those fools who dared to call me a cry baby, to call me weak, to say my emotions meant nothing. Every time I shed a tear I turn into a monster and monster is what they will see. I will rip their heads from their necks. I will take their hearts and squeeze every drop of blood until there is nothing left. And I will do this with Alastor by my side, cheering me on as I finally get the justice and revenge I’ve so deserved.  

The words started to fade slowly and disappear again. You couldn’t believe what you were looking at. Once the passage was finally gone and the pages were blank again... You slammed the book closed. This was a dangerous thing. A tempting thing. 

It called to you like a song in the night. You could feel your entire soul reach out and try and open the book back up and read every word. Something about this book filled you with fear, curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite put together.

After several moments of fighting with your own thoughts, you decided that you’d read some more. You flipped the book back open. You choose a spot very close to the end and pricked your finger again. The blood splashed onto the page and soaked in much quicker than last time.

1996, February 4th: 

     Today I laid waste to another sector of Hell. When I came to my castle home, Alastor was waiting for me. I know I write about him to much, but he is everything that matters to me. This entire book could easily be mistaken for a stalker. Good thing I cursed it to never open for anyone, not even Alastor. I love him, but even I must keep my secrets too. That and I don’t want him to know how much I obsess over him. 

     For starters, it’s our anniversary. He always tells me, “I never wanted to get married! I never thought I would! Marriage was a waste of time in my opinion -Blah Blah Blah-” Same old stuff, then he’d leap into some musical number about how I changed that and how much he loves me and how happy he is to call me his wife. 56 years later and he’s still the same dork he’s always been. Sure, he likes to act tough, mean, scary and evil, but deep down inside that psychopath... is another even bigger and weirder psychopath. But that’s what I love about him. He’s such a strange creature. But I love him. 

     I love that stupid little tail of his that wags when he sees me or how he’d flip his tail all the way up as he danced around the room. I love that he chooses to sleep just because it’s a pastime I enjoy. Though he’ll always remind me, “You know, we don’t have to sleep, right?” Yeah, but I still liked to cling on to my humanity. And most of all... I love when he cries with me. It’s so hard for me to fight my black tears and to not let them stain my face. For so long, I never saw an emotion escape him. He even thought it was weak of me to be so emotional and we got into many arguments about it. However, he saw that it was just my nature to be like this. Now that we’ve spent 5 decades together, he shares all my emotions. The high and especially the lows. He’ll weep, shed tears, and tell me it’s okay. He’d kiss every single black tear away even when I turned into a monster... I have to remember though, I don’t turn into a monster. It’s just my natural demonic form that I suppress and hide and hold back. Alastor says he loves it more than the my... human look I take on. Maybe one day I’ll be strong enough to love myself the way he loves me. 

     I know... I know... I need to shut up about this man. But I can’t. He’s a person deep down inside. A messed up one, but still a person. He knows my pain, he’s seen my struggles. His life wasn’t much different from mine. We were both... innocent for so long until a darkness we couldn’t control grew from our pain and suffering. We joke about how we’d have gone to Heaven if only things were different... Is it bad for me to wish they were sometimes? What if we met when we were alive and still human? Would he still have become a cannibal? Would I still have committed suicide? If only we could have been there for each other sooner rather than later... 

The words started to fade again just as you had finished the passage. This book... It was going to answer a lot of questions. You felt an unknown connection to it. You slowly closed the book, deciding that for you’d put it away for now. You weren’t going to throw it away either. 

Something about the way your past self wrote about Alastor, about how much she loved him, it slowly changed your opinion of him. It got you thinking about how Alastor must have felt to have lost you. He spent 22 years searching for you, looking all over the planet and heaven above just so he could be with you again. It was romantic in a twisted way. You still couldn’t bring yourself to feel much for the demon other than anguish and pity. You felt sorry for him because you were not the same person. And you were beginning to learn that, yes, there were many things similar about you and your past self, such as your name and your looks, but you never had the same struggles.

You walked over to your bookshelf and squeezed the large leather book into a spot that barely fit. You had to get to your classes soon. You really didn’t have the energy to do anything and you were incredibly depressed. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you looked at the spine of the diary. You wanted to reach out and grab and keep reading and the thought of leaving it at home oddly upset you more. You knew you couldn’t bring it with you though. Not many people would be too pleased to see some girl cutting her finger dozens of times to read some magical book. You’d probably get thrown in some kind of crazy house. 

So, with a sigh, you tore yourself away from the book’s gaze and grabbed your bag. As you got to the door, you took one look back at the book. You stood there for a second longer than you should have then turned and gone out the door. 

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 1933, March 3rd: 

     I couldn’t believe it. He’s here. I never thought he’d make it here but he is and he’s wandering around the castle. Alastor had finally died. He didn’t even wander through purgatory. He manifested before my eyes just in front of the gates. 

     I already love him but I will not say that allowed or anywhere else in this book. I can’t help but love him because he is letting me make a deal with the deadliest deal maker to have ever wandered to this side of the planet. 

     Eon. A spirit not even from this world, universe or dimension. He’s from a world so distant and far from this one that we know very little about him, other than that people wall him The World Destroyer. Apparently, it’s Eon’s goal to consume every soul in every universe and dimension. Lucifer warned me that making a deal with this creature would end in horrible ways. It didn’t seem that it ended that bad for Alastor, seeing as he was the one who summoned Eon here and sold his soul for the chance at unlimited power in the afterlife. 

     None of that matters now. I’ve made up my mind. I want to leave this castle and I want the ability to control my afterlife and what happens to me. I must go, Alastor is waiting for me and I can not wait to leave this castle wage war against all of those fools who laughed at me, all over those Overlords who think they're better than me. Alastor just wants to kill and feed souls to Eon, he wants to create chaos and topple over those in power so he can make his mark among the legends.

     I want revenge. 

Your eyes were heavy, they even had little dark bags under them. You had spent the last three hours reading the diary. Your finger was a dark purple color and you felt light-headed. You sat in your living room at the edge of your couch.

Almost two weeks have passed now since Alastor disappeared and left you this book. There was nothing coming from him. Normally you could tell when he was hiding somewhere in a dark corner or in the shadows. You’d feel his static energy wave off him, but there was none of that. Nothing. Not a single haunting. Had he finally given up? You weren’t sure. You didn’t think so. You cleansed your home but Vanderlinde said that you’d have to do it every couple of days, which of course you didn’t. You completely forgot to do that the second Alastor left the book for you. 

The book, however, was everything you may have asked for. You learned how Alastor had given everything to your past self. He loved you more than anything and you wrote about that often. He grew a rose garden around the castle your past self was trapped in every six years just so you’d smile. He murdered and tortured those who wronged you. He’d cook all of your favorite foods, even if they were mostly sugary pastries and candies, which you found out he hated. You learned so much about Alastor. He loved cooking, singing, dancing, making people smile and entertaining others to the point of laughter. He drank coffee every morning with you on a balcony overlooking the little empty Kingdom the two of you shared. He’d stand from the tallest tower and sing love songs to you while you worked at the Gates of Hell. He taught you to play the piano, how to better defeat your enemies, how to use Voodoo magic against the living and even the dead, he shared stories of his life and family and home, his dreams that never came true and his hopes that all but died until he met you.

You quickly learned that not every passage in the diary would show itself to you. You covered several pages with your blood but nothing ever happened. The only passages that would reveal themselves were the ones that mentioned Alastor. You weren't sure this was his doing or not because the book said that even Alastor couldn’t open it. 

You were very dazed and confused, you lost a lot of blood in this process. One more passage, you told yourself, then I’ll stop. Suddenly there was a knock at your door. You almost jumped out of your skin, “It’s open,” you called, knowing exactly who it already was. 

Sage kicked open the door and rushed in, “Where is he!?” She yelled as her eyes darted around the room, “Where is that talk show shit lord!?” She just got back from the hunt she was on. She texted you this morning that she’d be over as soon as possible

Maybe it was the lack of blood or the massive wave of depression that’s been with you for the last two weeks, but you couldn’t bother to get up from the couch. You just closed the heavy book and muttered, “He’s not here anymore,” Why did you sound so defeated when you said that?

Sage was a little stunned by your state, “Are you okay?” She closed the door behind her and came to sit next to you on the couch. She was your best friend, more so than you were with Vanderlinde. However, you felt some kind of betrayal that she never told you about this huge secret part of her life. Ya know, the whole demon hunter slash witch thing? Yeah, that kind of upset you. 

“I’m fine. Just... a lot is going on right now,” You confessed, “Not so much the demon haunting my house thing. Alastor hasn’t shown up since Van and I cleansed this place. It’s more so... just life and shit,” It wasn’t a total lie. You were stressed about your father and still not having a job. Your bank account was starting to get dangerously low. 

That’s when Sage noticed the book in your lap. She pointed to it, asking, “What’s that?” 

“Just a diary I’ve been keeping,” Again, not a total lie, “Nothing cool,” 

She didn’t say anything for a second and you wondered if she knew you were trying to cover up something. Eventually, Sage just shrugged and said, “Okay, well, I brought some stuff that might help you out if that dumb ass shows his stupid face again,” Sage took the backpack off her shoulders and set it down next to your feet, “There’s even a little guide book in there that I made for you. Basic magic stuff that anyone can do. Rituals, cleansings, crystals, herbs, blessed water, and bones. Pretty much everything you’ll need,” 

“Thanks,” You mumbled as you pulled the bag closer to you. You didn’t think you’d need any of that stuff seeing as Alastor kind of gave up on bothering you. The first sign of a fight and he turns tail. From what the diary told you- that was very out of character for him. You had a feeling he’d be back but you weren’t sure when or for what, “Hey- actually, I have question,” You peered at your friend. There was something bubbling in your mind that you had been wondering about. You knew the internet wouldn’t have this answer so maybe your friend did. 

She gave a small smile and said, “Okay, shoot,” She seemed more than happy to help. 

“Um... Would you actually know how to... summon a demon?”

[rey-of-luke]

2020 Fic Review

I was tagged by the lovely, amazing @musicboxmemories! Thank you so much!!

Total number of completed stories: ....do oneshots count as finished stories? Because in that case I have 3 (two of which are part of a larger oneshot collection). Most of mine are still being written very v-e-r-y slowly because my muse is VERY fickle as anyone who’s had to deal with my creative outlets well knows *looks at the like 10 vids I uploaded on my fanvid channel in the entire year and everyone else is uploading like 25+*

Total number of words: Uh.... *runs to get calculator* So if we are JUST talking about things I’ve written this year (including unpublished) I’ve written a total of... 9,445 words. In terms of PUBLISHED, I’ve written... 4,738. 

Fandoms written in: Published? Supernatural and Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (literally my shortest piece and it’s because I wanted it’s version of Lucifer to interact with Sam). Unpublished? NCIS.

Top 5 Ranked by Word Count: 1. we will always end up here 2. brother (let me be your shelter)

Top 5  Ranked by Kudos 1.  brother (let me be your shelter) 2.   we will always end up here

Top Fic Overall: Without a doubt, ‘brother (let me be your shelter)’. It doesn’t help that it was written not even a week after the Supernatural series finale aired, probably. And the fact the only other contender was my multi oneshot Samifer series.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? More, I guess, especially if we’re including unpublished? Largely because despite it being the first half of my last year in college I still had a lot of time to do so (we’ll see how much time I have when my internship this semester starts - which I also need to pass in order to get my degree... yay social work requirements)

What’s your own favorite story of the year? Honestly I really like both stories I posted, mostly because they’re larger parts of oneshot series. brother (let me be your shelter) has evolved into me writing more pieces about Dean Jr’s adventures in heaven with everyone and will probably include bits about his wife and kids that are still alive. Also I have sooo many ideas for my Samifer oneshot series it’s... kind of embarassing, really. 

Also in terms of unpublished... the largest word count is for my NCIS x Supernatural crossover series, which is going to comprised (if I can ever finish it) of multi oneshots involving Gibbs (and later Team Gibbs in general) taking in the Winchester’s as surrogate sons/brothers. Especially Sam because tbf he deserves to have at least SOMEONE in his corner throughout the entire series and damn it, if I want that make that person Gibbs (+ the rest of Team Gibbs) then I damn well can!!!

Did you take any writing risks this year? *gestures to ‘we will always end up here’* This entire damn series. Anything dealing with the pairing is asking to get sent hate and death threats in the fandom because of the implications... which is entirely why all the oneshots are dark and fucked up because there’s no way to NOT write Samifer without those things included. Unless it’s Sam x Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV) then that can actually be considered semi healthy because Netflix!Lucifer is WAY different from SPN!Lucifer (or CAOS!Lucifer to be fair). Though honestly, I’m trying to get back into the mindset that it’s OKAY to write in fiction what Tumblr + Twitter would crucify me for, because I make sure to tag and warn accordingly. And honestly, fiction doesn’t tell you jack shit about a person in real life. I’m a social work major, and I know a LOT of people in my classes who like true crime and horror movies. Me exploring darker aspects of humanity SAFELY IN FICTION doesn’t mean I’m going to end up snapping and commiting mass murder or something, jfc. This is legit a conversation I brought up with my advisor my freshman year of college and she was so confused that people think liking certain FICTION things means you like those same things in real life. That same professor is now I believe the head of a social work department at another university.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Maybe just get more published/finished? Then again, that’s always my goal, haha. But I’m hoping once Walker premieres I’ll get my juices flowing again so in between my internship and fanvids I can crank out a couple stories once in awhile.

Most popular story of the year? ‘brother (let me be your shelter)’

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: ...I’m going to say ‘we will always end up here’. Just because I kind of like how creepy and fucked up I wrote Samifer in my 12x01 AU chapter and would like to know if I wrote either character decently. Also if I’m the only one who finds themselves mentally reviewing different times in the series where Lucifer’s creepy obsession with Sam can pop up, because I am forever bitter about s11+ because you literally can not convince me that Lucifer would willingly leave Sam permanently truly dead. The entirety of s5 says otherwise and that is what I hold to.

Most fun story to write? Both. ‘brother (let me be your shelter)’ lets me explore Dean Jr’s relationship with EVERYONE (Sam + Eileen, Dean, Jack, Cas, John + Mary, Eileen’s Parents, Adam + Michael... Magda... everyone I want basically) and ‘we will always end up here’ because Samifer is my guilty pleasure with little fics (especially crossover/au) so I’m indulging in it myself.

Most unintentionally telling story? ...depends upon what way you’re talking. In Tumblr terms? ‘we will always end up here’ because this site will say I’m a terrible human being and psychopath (which is actually outdated; it’s now referred to as anti social personality disorder) laying in wait. Personally? ‘brother (let me be your shelter)’ because my excited to continue the story with Dean Jr in the version of heaven created by Jack + Cas in the series finale is largely my hoping that whatever life there is after death is similar to that, aka you get to see everyone again and it’s peaceful and happy.

Biggest disappointment? My second chapter of ‘we will always end up here’, the 12x01 AU. I personally really liked it but only one person has commented and there have been no new kudos or anything since I published the CAOS x SPN chapter.

Biggest surprise: People actually liking my stuff, haha.

I tag anyone who sees that and wants to participate!!

[paulieshore]

Obey Me / SCM Au Series

Words: 3492

Warnings: None

Characters belong to:

·         Voltage: Star Crossed Myth

·         Obey Me! – Shall We Date

 Mc is Y/N Aka Goldie. I’ve set gender as female, may gender bend if you please. ENJOY! Will try to upload regularly.

Chapter 2:  Destiny

It felt as though you were floating for years, endless stars cascaded. Drifting and whirling around you, no pain, no thoughts, nothing.

The view was mesmerising; bright colours of yellow, pink, orange and blues.

Down below you glimpsed another body floating by.

Is that me?

Am I dead?

As you observed yourself, it couldn’t help but be noticed how much skinnier you’d become. How pale and broken your face looked, I really am dead, aren’t I?

“No child, not yet. You are sick, rest…”

“rest….”

“rest…”

The crowned ones’ voice; his tone soothing the anxiety in your mind, pushing you to the edge of blissful slumber.

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Slowly you opened your eyes, met with an unfamiliar ceiling. This wasn’t your room, or any room in the House of Lamentation. You couldn’t move your body, eyes just fluttering.

“Y/N, your awake finally.” Simeon’s voice sounds nearby.

You try to lick your dry lips, “Wh-where am I?” in almost a whisper.

“The House of Gods. Its actually here in the human realm, I will explain later” Simeon gently sits next to your unmoving body “rest my friend, you need too.” As he tucks the sides of the blanket beneath.

From the corner of your eyes, you caught that blue haired one, rise from a seat furthest from you and leave.

Who is he?

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You don’t know how long you’d been lying there, the only ones you’d seen in the time was Simeon and Luke. Occasionally catching a glance of that quiet one peeping in and out. He never spoke to you, always on looking with such sadness in his eyes.

Until one day, you had most of your strength back, and really needed a pee.

Simeon and Luke hadn’t come by yet, there was no bathroom that you could see inside this strangely well organised room. You sat up and admired everything around. Books, Satan would have a field day in here you thought to yourself. The floor around the bottom of the bed was surrounded by water, like a mote around a castle. Soft browns and blue, the occasional brass vases near the walls filled with books. There was no carpet in this room, but blue tiles, reminded you of the blue haired one. All of it familiar and yet not.

Funny enough as you thought that, he walked in.

“Ah… Your fully awake now, that’s good. Didn’t mean to barge in, I’m sorry” He slightly bows to you.

“I-it’s quite alright, I get the feeling as though this might actually be your room” you nervously laugh.

His eye brow rises slightly, “do you remember?”

A fleeting look of confusion crosses your face, and you shake your head.

“Never mind then, I have some more medicine here for you. Please take this, its probably best if you didn’t touch anything in here or wonder outside of this room.” He gracefully walks over the water surrounding the bed and places the vile of liquids next to you. “We will accommodate you with your own room soon.”

“I, uh, I’m sorry. This may be too much, but I really need to, ya know….” You reach out to stop him from leaving.

“Uh, of course, your human now so it can’t be help. If you can walk then follow me, I will direct you to the lavatory.” Luckily for you he spared you the embarrassment of having to fully state it.

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He stayed quiet most of the walk, and waited for you outside the washroom. This place was ginormous, much bigger than the house with the brothers. You stepped out of the washroom, and bowed your head to him “Thank you for waiting, I’m done now.”

“Clearly.” He turns and makes his way back from where you two started from.

…

“I’m sorry but, do we like, know each other?” You try to catch a peak at his face.

He glances down to the right, “No, we don’t. How could we. I am a god; you are a human.”

You stopped in your tracks. “God?”

His pace slowed to a stop and he turned to face you, “Yes, god. I am Huedaut, God of Aquarius.” He says deadpan.

That’s right the crowned one had said so himself; you thought back, “So tell me Mr. God sir-“

“it’s Huedaut, you may just call me that.” Cutting you off and striding back towards the room.

This guy, he’s nearly as bad as Lucifer. You roll your eyes inwards, just as you caught up to Huedaut, you heard other voices approaching.

“Hue, I see your walking Goldie! Hiya Goldie, how ya doing?” The soft brown haired one runs up and pets the top of your head.

“I’m not some kind of pet, don’t pat me like one!” You snap.

“Yikes, this one looks cute and playful but she’s a biter!!” He laughs and hides behind the other one with brown hair and hazel eyes. They were both wearing the same type of uniform, unlike Huedaut’s, their uniforms had black.

The short brown haired one offered his gloved hand, “I’m Dui, God of Gemini, and this playful one hiding here is Ichthys, God of Pisces. Welcome.” His cheeks tinted pink as he dipped his head, shaking your hand.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N, not Goldie.” You firmly shake and glare at the one called Ichthys.

He gives you a mischievous grin, “You’re going to be fun to play with.”

“Why would you want to dirty yourself playing with filth!” Another voice approached.

You turned around and remembered this one, briefly recalling his name was… Scorpy?

“Scorpy, is it?” You ask unsure, gesturing your hand out to shake.

Everyone freezes, Scorpio looks at your offered hand in disgust, Ichthys breaks into a roaring laugh.

“NO, listen here stupid woman. I am a God, God of Scorpio; You dare insult me?!” You felt your body begin to tremble with every word that left his mouth.

“Ha, ha Scorpy, see I told you it would stick” Ichthys holding his gut still laughing.

“I’m going to kill you, you brat!” Scorpio goes to grab Ichthys, missing him.

Ichthys laughs some more and sprints away, Scorpio tailing not too far behind.

“Please don’t think poorly of Scorpio, he is respected among all the gods. Diligent, determined and hardworking, that’s why he’s the Vice Minister of the Department of Punishments.” Dui says with a look of admiration.

Department of what now?

Huedaut gently grabs your shoulder and leads you back to his room, “You need to rest, no more for now.” He opens the door and lightly pushes you in, shutting it once your inside.

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What the what….

Demons, Angels, Witches, Strange evil dark dude and now gods… Just when you thought you were getting a grip of reality, things just piled more and more.

Hold on a second, how long have I been here?!?!

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Back in Devildom around a table in Diavolo’s castle-

“Y/N is making a slow recovery; the King is adamant she is not to return. He also advises you to send Solomon back to the human world and end this ‘program’ of yours” Simeon sips the tea before him “I’m sorry it has come to this.”

Lucifer shifts in his seat, “who is he to declare anything over anyone here, and advise Diavolo on the things that happen in his kingdom. Kivy is King of the Celestial Realm, not of Devildom!”

A hand is placed on Lucifer’s forearm “Thank you, Lucifer, for your support. However; considering what has transpired a fort night ago, it may not be wise to tempt destiny. The seal that imprisoned the Dark King has been broken, and I suspect the others will feel his presence regaining. Devildom may not be as safe as it once was.” Diavolo rubs his temples in slight annoyance.

“Indeed, darker forces are brewing once again. We can not afford any liabilities at this point.” Barbatos nods his head in agreement, next to Diavolo.

“I told you from the start this would fail, there is a reason why there are three realms now. The old days are long since gone.” Luke barks out.

“Be calm Luke, we should thank Diavolo for the thought. Its not everyday demons wish for a more peaceful path.” Says the one sat between Simeon and Luke.

“Karno, God of Cancer; I thank you for coming all this way. Please do take care of Y/N, she has become quite special to all of us here.” Diavolo slightly bows his head, to the one called Karno.

“It is my job as Vice Minister of Wishes to delegate in political matters, as well as granting wishes to those who are deserving of its reward. It is the least I can do.” Karno bows his head back to the prince. “I have always watched over her growing up, I will continue doing so.”

“I wonder why it is you here and not the Minister, himself…” Lucifer mocks.

Karno smiles kindly “Leon is very busy, and with recent events he is needed elsewhere. I hope we have not offended any of you, as vice minister my presence alone is appropriate. You of all people should know this Lucifer.”

Lucifer said nothing, he stood from his chair, bowed to Diavolo and took his leave.

“I see he has not changed.” Karno says with a sigh. “He may be the avatar of Pride, but if he does not let go of the past, pride will be his demise.”

“Same can be said about Leon though, no?” Luke leans over and whispers to Karno.

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Back at the House of Gods –

You were getting acquainted with more of the gods, “Okay so let me get this straight. Department of wishes- grants wishes to humans who wish upon stars, and you guys punish humans?”

“Yes, that’s it, well done Goldie!” Teorus claps his hands and beams his prince charming smile.

Rolling your eyes, “…. and angels are like you, except created as servants to serve the gods?” You looked over to Huedaut.

“Yes, I guess you can say that. Angels deal with the underworld politics and the guarding and passing of mortal souls, reporting back to us with more sensitive priorities. We as gods only intervene on the basis of chaos. In simpler terms, war. When the world is on a brink of unbalanced crisis, too much of one thing isn’t a good thing.” He finishes not looking up from the report he was reading.

You began pinching yourself to triple check you hadn’t fallen asleep again.

Ichthys pats your shoulder “It’s true cutie, you’re not dreaming. I mean you’ve been living with demons for a while now. Some who were previously angels themselves, might I point out; yet you doubt us?” giving you a pouty lip.

“No, no, sorry it’s just, I mean… I’m still taking everything in. I feel way in over my head is all…” You deny with a look of guilt.

“Typical for a mere mortal, nothing but ants beneath our boots. Must be nice to be so air headed, no care in the world” A strong voice rings through the common area following a gust of wind. Entering with it; a tall man with a powerful aura clinging to him like second skin, and a smug yet very alluring face.

“Ah Leon, you’ve returned.” Huedaut closes his report and makes his way to him.

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You’d been awake for 3 days, and were introduced to some of the gods. There was a total of 13 that you were told about, 12 who came here sometimes from the Celestial realm to work. So far you had met 6 (now 7), one (Scorpio) who made it obviously clear he didn’t like you at all. The ‘crowned one’ you called, was the King. King Kivy of the Heavens aka Paradise aka Celestial Realm.

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Leon’s piercing stare sent shivers down your spine; you didn’t even need to be within his reach. You could feel his power, this one must be very strong, his stare alone reminded you that of a predator.

“Goldie, this is the Minister of the Department of Wishes, Leon, God of Leo!” Teorus taunts a bow towards his superior.

“If you’ve all had your fun toying with this thing here, why don’t you go and start doing your jobs.” He then snaps his fingers and a chew toy appears. “Here you go, that should keep you entertained.” Tossing the toy in front of you before turning and leaving with Huedaut.

You were fuming!

They may be gods, but the audacity of some of them, not even the boys back in devildom treated you with such manner. Made you wonder if some of these lot were the real demons.

“Relax Y/N, Leon’s always like this. Not many can challenge him, next to the king. Leon is one of the strongest in the heavens.” Ichthys picks up the toy at your feet.

“Wow, and look at you! Looks like you know how to use my name!” Didn’t mean to come off as rude, but the tone of your voice was less then amused.

Ichthys rubbed the back of his neck, “Well next to Zyg, Leon, and Scorpy your moody face is quite scary too, ha-ha.” Waving the toy at you.

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Back in the House of Lamentation –

Lucifer had announced at the dining table that you would not be returning to devildom in the near future.

“WHAT!?! Y/N is like family now, they can’t just take her from us!” Mammon practically throwing a tantrum over the news.

Every-one had such sullen looks on their faces, no one even touching their food. Not even Beel.

“I disagree and agree” Satan declares, “considering what’s happened it is for her best interest. However, should she not be allowed the choice herself. It’s her life, where have they been the last year for her? We’ve been watching out for her, kind of feels like they’re saying were not good no, strong enough to protect her.” Slamming his hand down on the table, shaking everything on it.

“Yea! She’s our Y/N, who do those bastards think they are!” Mammon pacing back and forth before abruptly stopping to join the bashing.

“Idiot, Gods obviously” Asmo frowns at Mammon. “Duh!”

Lucifer stands from his seat, “As much as I agree with you, its hard for me to admit this but…” He swallows hard.

Everyone looks at Lucifer more than curious.

What he says next stuns everyone.

“We failed to protect her again, how many times do we have to fall in order to get one thing right. I like Y/N, I really do, but if Diavolo voices his resolve… Then that’s it.” He closes his eyes, remembering you the morning of the trip.

Dashing about your room, which was an utter disaster. Like many things when it came to you, but your eyes shined bright, twinkling. Your goofy smile popping up in his mind every time he entered the home, never before did he have such thoughts. Since you came to them, you brought with you; chaos. In a good sense, a feeling of belonging, of home. These late days without you around felt lonely, something none of them have ever really felt, or dared to admit anyways.

Belphie, “He’s back though, and he’ll be wanting her dead. Face it, it took everything, everyone had to subdue him then…. This time he’s had time, he’s had a lot of time. They’ll be a war no doubt.” He looked to Beel with worry.

“She has no idea, does she?” Beel looked down at his untouched food in thought. He had no appetite of late.

“N-no, but I’m sure they’ll tell her. They’ll t-tell her everything…. W-what do you th-think she’ll think of us then…” Levi choked out, looking to Lucifer for answers.

“I don’t know.” He turned around and gripped the back of the chair. “I really… don’t… know.”

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Back at the House of Gods –

You were sitting in a room that they cleared for you. It was made very clear that you would be staying here until told otherwise. You asked how the others were doing, not to your surprise they didn’t say anything. Only telling you they were demons, filthiest of the filth. You didn’t like them bashing your friends, they were kind enough to you, you had no quarrel with them. So, you stopped bringing them up, you didn’t want them saying hurtful things about them.

It made you believe in Diavolo’s exchange program now more then ever. You didn’t want to judge anybody by what they were, but rather by who they were. How they treated you and others, judge them by the actions, not their race. Always choose kindness, you reminded yourself.

Sitting on the bed, playing with the D.D.D in your hand. It had stopped working since leaving Devildom, not that you expected it to work. How you wished you could contact them; see how they were doing.

Just then, a knock at your door.

You got up from the bed and cracked open the door, “Yes?”

There was another one outside your door, wearing a wishing department uniform, with a red tie. This one looked awfully familiar, you’d definitely seen him before.. Or perhaps they all just seemed similar in appearance, maybe its the uniforms.

“Hi Y/N I do apologise for bothering you. My names Karno, I’m the Vice Minister of Wishes. May I come in?” He gave you a kind smile, his eyes reflecting compassion.

Opening the door wider “Of course, please do come in. Its nice to meet you sir, um is everything alright?”

“That’s what I’ve come to find out and you do not need to be so formal with me.” He enters the room with soft steps “You see you made a wish; I’ve come to grant it.” striding across the room, claiming the seat at the desk. He crossed one leg over the other and knitted his hands together on his lap. 

You were watching him carefully, you must know this one from some where.. He just seems… Ah shit he said something, focus…

 “A wish? I don’t recall making a wish.” scratching your head.

He gave a belly filled chuckle, “You did just moments ago” he pulled out a folder from within his suit “usually normal humans wish upon a star and we receive their wishes. However, you are a reincarnated goddess, so simply wishing is enough for myself and Leon to hear.”

You remembered the dark one calling you a ‘former goddess’ but from what you were aware, you were Lilith’s reincarnated soul – descendent thing- and she was an angel. Right…

Karna could see the suspicion growing on your face, “Look I understand this must all be very confusing, in time you will find all the answers you’re looking for. For now, you wish to contact the demon brothers no?”

Your face lit up, nodding your head up and down vigorously, “Yes, oh yes I do, please!”

“Unfortunately, I cannot grant that, the king forbids it. Alternatively, you may write them a letter and I can have Simeon deliver it on your behalf.” Karno says sympathetically. “Though I must warn you, even if they write back. There are certain powers around this mansion that forbid anything demonic in, so there is no guarantee. Also; if it’s not too bold of me to say, what makes you think they care?” Karno wanted to test you. He had found it rather peculiar that Diavolo stated you were special to all of them, he wanted to know why.

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Was it your connection to Lillith? How much did you know exactly? What all did they tell you, or didn’t tell you. Or did they simply care about you, as you are now. Did they care like the way he cared about you; you’d seemed to have grown up a lot since he’d last saw you.

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You had a feeling bringing them up would bring some sort of an opinion, but you didn’t care. You had grown fond of each of them, even if they didn’t write back, you WERE going to write to them.

“I don’t care if they write back or not is what I want to say. Truthfully, all I care about, is letting them know I’m alright. Letting them know I’m thinking about them. Reminding Mammon to stay out of trouble and that he’s not an idiot, telling Asmo it doesn’t matter what he wears, he always looks good. Telling Levi to stock enough snacks, and telling him I’m sorry I can’t aid him on his gaming adventures…” Tears began to fall “Making sure Beel is eating as much as he needs, that Belphie has the comfiest pillows while he naps. Satan isn’t disturbed while he reads and studies and Lucifer isn’t trying to kill them for driving him nuts.” By now you had a steady stream of tears.

Karno stood up from the chair and handed you a tissue “Very well, I will go and pass your message along…”

“I didn’t write anything?” You looked at him through red eyes.

He snapped his fingers and behold, a letter with word for word writing on it “There’s no need to, please rest. I will personally deliver this for you.” He bowed and left you alone.

As he closed the door, the corner of his lips curled up.

So that’s why, he thought…

To Be Continued…

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Heli’s Fix-It Rec List

So a while ago I was asking for some fix-its for the Casifer storyline and got some amazing recs. And because they were all so good for my bitter heart, I decided to compile a list of spn fix-it recs by the season. The hashtags give info about whether the fic is gen or has a ship (which would be Destiel bc. you know me) and what issue the fic is trying to resolve or fix, as well as other things that I thought should be mentioned.

Here we go:

Season 8

A Room Of One’s Own by NorthernSparrow All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn't understand.

#destiel #explicit #post-s6 guilt #closure for godstiel

Season 9

Human Perspective by skydark Post 8x23 AU.  After the fall Dean realizes he's not trying teach Castiel to be human for purely selfless reasons; he hopes to gain something from it, too.

#destiel #human!Cas #endgame angel!cas #trueforms #team free heaven

There Are Many Things by imogenbynight In which Dean and Castiel learn, through trial and error, how to be together.

#destiel #9x03 #human!cas

My heart is beating from me by Enochian Things (Salr323) After Rexford, Castiel tries to live a normal life and Dean tries to let him go...  But nothing’s ever that easy.(Canon divergent from s9e06 “Heaven Can’t Wait”)

#destiel #human!cas #Daphne Allen #suicidal thoughts

Forgotten by NorthernSparrow Sam and Dean are working a case in Wyoming, but are distracted by news of a dangerous angel called "Castiel" who they can't remember ever having heard of before. The name seems a little bit familiar, but neither of the boys is sure why.

#gen fic #team free will #amnesia #human!cas #you will cry ur eyes out #i’m not kidding

Flight by NorthernSparrow Sequel to Forgotten. A/U from mid season 9. Castiel is human and wounded, and Dean and Sam need to get his grace back - and his wings. Things do not go as intended and Cas faces a difficult road. 

#destiel #team free will #wing fic #suicidal thoughts #Sam/OFC #you will sob

Season 10

Playing With Fire by aini-nufire When Charlie unearths the Book of the Damned, she draws the attention of the notorious Styne family, who will stop at nothing to get it back. And even with the help of an angel and a phoenix, the Winchesters might have bitten off more than they can chew…

#gen fic #Charlie lives

The Forever Crown by whichstiel Charlie's back on earth after being dead for over a year. As she investigates her mysterious resurrection, something lurks near her old Michigan stomping grounds.

#Charlie lives #Charlie/Gilda

The Most Important Thing by NorthernSparrow Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car? (Canon-divergent from S10E11, when we first met Claire again and Dean was still struggling with the Mark of Cain. Takes places several months later).

#destiel #amnesia #team free will #Cas & Claire

Season 11

What is Hidden, What is Seen by ExpatGirl The Darkness has descended, and Castiel must make a choice. What, in reality, is the nature of Free Will, and where does love end and self-effacement begin? And why didn't Castiel know about the Mark of Cain and its relation to The Darkness in the first place? This began as a one-shot called "The Hanged Man" and has turned into...something else.

#destiel #s11 rewrite #Charlie lives #Hannah lives #Cas deserved better #trueform

Pieces by Castiel_For_King Castiel switched places with the Devil to give the world one last chance.  Almost a year after taking his place in the cage, Sam and Dean finally manage to get him out.  Unfortunately, some pieces got left behind.

#post-casifer #trauma recovery #wing fic #team free will #temporary amnesia

There’s An Angel In These Woods by Castiel_For_King "It had hurt, Dean remembered.  It had hurt deeply whenever he would snap out of worry or raise his voice in frustration and Cas would shrink away from him with fear flashing in his eyes and move instinctively towards Sam – where he felt safe, away from the threat, away from Dean.  It was that – seeing Cas looking at him like he was the dangerous thing that made his wings tremble and spread – which had been the driving force behind Dean’s quest to temper his ingrained reflexes and make an effort to act less like…well, a hunter.  Because he’d only just recently learned that it made Cas feel like prey.  Even if the angel didn’t understand what it was that he was feeling."

#destiel #post-casifer #trauma recovery #wing fic #team free will #Jesse/Cesar

Favorite Son by aini-nufire Coda to 11x18: Amara's plan to get God's attention works.Now with follow-up chapter after 11x20

#post-casifer #gen fic #team free will #Chuck & Cas

We Band of Brothers by LadyWallace S11 AU—Amara must be defeated, but Sam and Dean can’t do it alone, thus some unexpected help arrives in the newly resurrected archangels. But figuring out how to save Cas and Lucifer from Amara and creating a trap that will hold her might be too much to handle. Will they survive the final fight, or will the world fall into Darkness? Gen-No Slash

#gen fic #casifer #team free will #angel brothers

Three Angels Walk Into A Bar by 29-pieces Lucifer can't take on Amara by himself. Michael is useless, but there's another archangel that he might turn to - one who is none too happy about his big brother parading around in Castiel's body. Oh, or that whole thing where Cas is being tortured instead of left alone. Even if they beat Amara, how are they supposed to rescue Cas when the Devil holds all the cards? S11 AU

#gen fic #casifer #team free will #angel brothers

Season 12

The Choice by aini-nufire Post 12x19 “The Future” - It takes them a year to find Cas.

#brain washing #gen fic #team free will

The Sum Of My Regrets by procasdeanating “A quick trip to the past, that’s all. Look Cas, I know we can’t do anything about all the innocent people getting into the crossfire of our battles, but this I can do. Let me rescue this child and give Lily Sunder back her life. What can possibly go wrong?” In which Dean Winchester travels through time, learns a thing or two about best laid plans and falls in love with an angel – all over again.

#destiel #minor character undeath #cas in a female vessel #Lily Sunder

[darkpoisonouslove]

2020 in Words

After the total exhaustion and lack of motivation of the last few months, I have finally found the strength to review 2020. In terms of writing, that is. Otherwise, we ain’t touching that with a 100-foot pole. But anyway, let’s get to the actual good part of 2020 - the writing.

Word Count:

678, 105 words

And that isn’t actually all. I have started various things that 2021 caught still in progress so there are more words to be added to that number but I’ll count them towards whatever time frame I finish them in (I do not even dare assume that all of them will be finished this year).

A little over 1/7th of that word count was accomplished only in March when I wrote over 100k words. Wow, productivity where did you go? I know that the world is going to hell but do you mind coming back? I can use you. I have so many new ideas that I am really excited about but totally lack the energy to actually get to. Hope that will change in the next weeks because there is A Lot going on in my head that I am actually dying to share.

Fandoms:

Winx Club has totally taken over for me. I have barely written five works this year that are not about that show and I just don’t know what is happening anymore. I have so many thoughts and things to discuss and fix about it and I have a feeling that some upcoming events will only reinforce that position. But what truly matters is that it has truly made 2020 more bearable to be in the fandom and write fic. The interactions with other fans have been lovely which is totally worth the brain damage that some experiences over this show have inflicted.

Once Upon a Time lurked until about the half of the year but I can’t say that I have been actively interested in it. I just rewatched 4A for the Frozen Swan interactions and 4B for Cruella De Vil and that was pretty much all of it this year. I think it’s safe to say that at this point I have more or less moved on from the show and I do not expect a miraculous comeback to it. Which leaves my rewatch dangling over the chasm of uncertainty but I have projects I am far more interested in rn to be thinking about that.

I actually joined the Lucifer fandom this year, though I cannot say that I am active in it at all. It was nice to challenge myself with the small contribution I made to the fanworks in the fandom so I am putting it here because I am not done with watching the show even though I don’t think I have a good enough grasp on any of the characters in order to actually write them.

Ships:

Well, 2020 definitely delivered on that front. I have found myself piles of new ships to ship the hell out. Some I am more grateful about, others leave me slightly bitter over not knowing what to do with them but it certainly hasn’t been boring. Because this is my wrap-up and contemplation, I get to list them and maybe say a couple of words about some of them.

Griffin x Valtor - Not new but it was definitely the biggest part of that year.

Griffin x Valtor x Faragonda - New in the sense of me having written a fic about this now... and having several more ideas on my drives so... beware, future!

Griffin x Faragonda - Also not new but when the feelings catch up with me, they really mean it. Two major bursts of inspiration about them have left me with interesting results and I am looking forward to finding out where this goes.

Marion x Oritel - That was new. It was the first new ship of the year. I have more ideas about them but the muse has not visited lately. I am not giving up, though. Sometimes you gotta sail the ship even when there’s no wind.

Flora x Icy - That was definitely a surprise. I don’t know what happened but I do know that a goddamn look at Pinterest has brought on an entire epic about them (and the other Trix and Winx) so... thanks for that, Pinterest. I wish you could pin free time on Pinterest and go consume it later so that I would actually have the time to work on all of this.

Layla x Stella - Oh, yeah, baby! I have feelings and I really want to do at least an outline of what would be too long to actually write as a fic, especially since I have A Lot on my plate rn.

Griffin x Griselda - Well, that... happened. I have no idea where any of this is going, only that it is a major part of Griffin’s arc in my most major series so... I guess it’s headed somewhere. Just have to stay along for the ride.

Zarathustra x Griselda - So totally trashcankitty12′s fault... But I guess I am the one responsible for actually including it in already ongoing stories.

Ediltrude x DuFour - Okay, that one I totally roped myself into. Do I regret it? ... Maybe a little because it may need to remain just background thanks to everything else that I have going on.

Griffin x Marion - Almost forgot that which is a damn shame because it is one of my absolute most favorite ships.

Griffin x Valtor x Marion - Not gonna lie, this has been sneaking into some stray ideas too repetitively to be an accident. Will it ever exist outside of my head, though?

Samara x Erendor - I just wanted to make them more likable to me because they were my least favorite characters on the show. Worked too well and now I am in fic hell.

Bloom x Sky - I got ONE idea, okay? Too bad that I love it too much for my own good, especially considering that it is sort of a rewrite of the series. Like I didn’t have enough of those already.

There are more, actually, but we will be here all day if I have to list every stray idea that I have entertained so let’s just move on.

Stories:

Winx Club - 80 (4 unfinished and 3 that I have been dragging with me since 2019 for a total of 7/111 incomplete.)

OUAT - 3 (all finished but I have two collections that are still open from 2019 and 2018 respectively)

Lucifer - 1 (it was a one-shot but I am glad that I managed to write it at all)

Original works - 1 (poem that I came up with at 4am)

That makes a total of 85 written works this year which is honestly astounding! My brain has been harping on me about not being productive since June but I have actually gotten quite a lot of work done! (Fun fact - my total for 2019 was 58 stories, and for 2020 it is 85 XD. We’re gonna need some new numbers in 2021.)

First fic of the year - Gold and Purple (Griffin x Valtor AU inspired by a Bulgarian folk tale)

Last fic of the year - New Warmth to Weave in Your Garden of Shine (Samara x Erendor + New Year traditions and worldbuilding on Eraklyon)

Favorite writing moment - that has got to be coming up with a wild idea for my season  rewrite that I will not be spoiling now. It was also inspired by Bulgarian folklore and I am so excited to reveal it (because it is so fucking grand) but we will all have to be patient.\

Wildest writing experience - definitely the entirety of chapter 4 from A Home You Never Knew How to Have. Man, that was... a goddamn ride. In every sense of the word. I still haven’t reread that bitch after posting it even though I have opened it probably a hundred times.

I launched several series this year that will need a lot of work to be brought to completion. Naturally, my focus is not on finishing those but on starting new things. Because of course it is. So here’s a heads-up for another post that will be coming shortly with announcements of my ideas. I would like to call it a plan for 2021 but I fear that will be too presumptuous of me so I will say that it is my hope that those are things that are to be released this year but I will only lapel them as projects that I am looking forward to rather than “upcoming”.

Other Works:

This year actually bore a couple other forms of art so I am going to list my creations in other mediums below because they deserve the attention.

Aesthetics:

Icy

Darcy

Stormy

Marion

Ediltrude & Zarathustra

Siren AU:

Griffin

Ediltrude

Zarathustra

Icy

Darcy

Stormy

Magic-Swapped Transformations:

Griffin Winx

Ediltrude Winx

Zarathustra Winx

Griffin Chamrix

Ediltrude Chamrix

Zarathustra Chamrix

Griffin Enchantix

Ediltrude Enchantix

Zarathustra Enchantix

Videos:

Griffin/Valtor - The Devil I Know

Winx - Trouble

Marion x Oritel/Griffin x Valtor/Faragonda x Hagen - Savage

Bloom/Mitzi - Wicked

Samara - You Should See Me in a Crown

Bloom/Sky - Kerosene

Winx Rewatch:

I actually rewatched all 8 seasons of the show + the 3 movies and I have written out my thoughts on all of them. You can find them here:

Winx Club Season 1 4kids (Stream of Consciousness) (I am actually considering redoing this one because it wasn’t in-depth like the others are)

Winx Club Season 2 4kids Part 1 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 2 4kids Part 2 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 3 4kids Part 1 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 3 4kids Part 2 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club: The Secret of the Lost Kingdom (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 4 Part 1 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 4 Part 2 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club: Magical Adventure (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 5 Part 1 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 5 Part 2 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club: Mystery of the Abyss (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 6 Part 1 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 6 Part 2 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 7 Part 1 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 7 Part 2 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 8 Part 1 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Season 8 Part 2 (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Special 1: Destiny of Bloom (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Special 2: Revenge of the Trix (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Special 3: The Battle for Magix (Stream of Consciousness)

Winx Club Special 4: The Shadow Phoenix (Stream of Consciousness)

I will not be writing any takeaways because I already talked about some of those in an ask and my brain is too fired at the moment to pull off some actual analysis and compose a proper conclusion. To be perfectly honest, I prefer not to think too much on 2020. It brought a lot of good things along with the bad but I still prefer not to look back on it if it isn’t necessary. I think it received enough of my energy already.

[stusbunker]

A Door Once Opened

For Better or Worst: Chapter Eight

(gif from nerdygirlexpress)

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Emery Simmons-Winchester (OFC)

Other Characters: Mary Winchester, Jack Kline

Season 14 AU

Word Count: 2704

Summary: Jack gets a phone call. Sam has a shitty day, but tries to make the most out of it. Emery gets blindsided.

Warnings: Smut with a hint of masturbation, verbal arguments.

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“When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time.” Luke 4:13

      The pulsing anger Jack left Heaven with hadn’t released him in the days since. Naomi gave him no explanation for Dean’s sudden unrest before practically throwing him through the sandbox portal. Though as acceptable a state stewing generally was in the Men of Letters’ Bunker, it had become a red flag to those who remained, well those still close to him, at least.

              Mary had learned, slowly, to deal with her own mercurial son, but the stress and challenges Jack had faced in his short life gave her more than enough reason to pause. Powers or no. She treaded lightly, rapping on Jack’s door. The soft tones of his voice reached through the aged door, too quiet to be a response. Without any acknowledgement of her knocking; Mary figured Jack was on the phone. Though she didn’t want to leave this check in until later, she had plenty she could be doing in the meantime. She slipped away as quietly as she approached, leaving Jack to his conversation.

              “You’re not real. You’re dead,” Jack murmured, confusion and doubt coursing through his already frustrated mind.

              The voice that replied wasn’t there, in the room with him, nor was it exactly all in Jack’s head. It was somewhere all together separate and yet the connection branched through space and time, ether and planes of existence. “Don’t trust the angels, son. You have seen what they can do.”

              “You mean like you?” Jack’s anger pitched, and he stood, voice raising to the void.

              “Well, yeah. I’m not lying though. You know they are,” Lucifer goaded.

              Jack closed his eyes against the truth, breathing deeply to center himself. “What can I do? I don’t have my powers. I’m nobody.”

              “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Because you’re still my boy. We were made to rebel against Heaven, Jack.” The voice distorted, volume and static humming through Jack’s ears as a car passing through the edges of the local radio station’s reach.

              “How are you going to save Dean?

              “Oh, well, I’m not going to. But, maybe, you can,” Lucifer called back obnoxiously, feeling the din of the failing connection himself.

              Jack’s face returned to its natural optimism, he wiped his hands on the thighs of his jeans and waited. “Okay. What should I do?”

              The voice fell silent as the impossible tether joining their minds crumbled.

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              The work week dragged on, students covered every inch of the library building during finals, no nook or stairwell left uninhabited. Sam had expected it to be crowded, he hadn’t expected the grad students to start ferrying their friends into the archives department. Once he spotted abandoned coffee cups on the stacks, he went a little overboard, throwing everyone out for the remainder of the day. He locked the door behind him and contemplated calling the maintenance department to have the keys changed. He couldn’t wait for the semester to be over, he just wanted to work, to get things done. Because he wasn’t making any progress at home and the pressure from Cas was nothing compared to the tightrope he was walking inside his mind.

              Emery’s work week had shifted with the exam schedule, freeing Sam from Mox and Sho duty for the day. Instead of heading home, he walked down the hill to the fitness center, messenger bag strung over his broad chest. He threw himself into a tight circuit workout, rowing and lateral raises, hoping strain would work out the tension embedded in his shoulders. He finished with a quick run on the track, letting his body move without thought of laps or distance, just relishing in the bounce of each step and the wind in his hair. The illusion of freedom more rewarding than any physical milestone.

              He arrived home earlier than he would have on a normal day, the afternoon’s annoyances left behind as he crossed the threshold from the mudroom to the kitchen. Sam was bombarded with warmth and comfort: dinner baking and Emery’s perfume settled into his lungs, spreading first to his heart and over his chest up into a rare gleaming grin.

              “What?!” Emery looked up, searching around as if to find something to warrant his amusement.

              “Nothing,” Sam shook his head as he set his bag and keys on the island.

              Emery peeled herself from her reading, unfolding her legs and arms from the large high-backed chair in the dining room turned second office. “Somebody looks like they had a good day,” she purred as she approached.

              Sam barked out a short laugh. “It was awful, actually. But good workout, so split the difference.” His hands snaked around her waist, a mischievous smirk flited over his face as he bent down and buried his sweaty face in her neck.

              “Ew! You’re still gross.” Emery tried to wiggle out of his hold, face scrunched away from his body odor and stickiness. Sam held her tight, hands slipping down to palm her ass.

              “God, you smell amazing,” Sam growled as his tongue darted out to tease the crook of her neck.

              “Yeah, well that makes one of us. Go clean up, dinner won’t be ready for another half hour anyhow,” Emery pushed against Sam’s chest, his face pulling back to look down at her. Her disgust making him chuckle once more.

              “Only if you come with,” Sam’s long fingers teased at the delicious line between the back of her thighs and the start of her folds.

              Emery sighed into his touch, a pout creasing her forehead. “You are such a fucker, you know that?”

              “God, I hope so,” Sam sassed back before throwing them both into an enveloping kiss.

              Emery didn’t follow Sam into the shower, instead she shoved him with all her strength into the floor to ceiling stall before running back into the bedroom, pulling the door tight behind her.

              “No fair!” Sam called back, before starting the water. Emery, hot with victory, began to undress, letting the arousal and anticipation flood her senses. In what felt like a blink of an eye, Sam was crawling above her on their bed, wickedly warm and wet hands grabbing her pebbled skin. The fire didn’t leave his eyes as they continued to tease each other. Emery draped herself over his chest, trying to keep out of his grasp, her normal sized hands barely reaching around his wrists as he hardly fought back. Sam was enjoying the view too much to stop her yet. She spun suddenly, her right arm reaching over the bed, shoving his left arm against the opposite pillow. Sam’s eyes fell on a series of scars, fresh enough to remain raised, arranged in a pattern he had seen before. Just before he could reach out and stroke the marred flesh, Emery pinched her thighs over his chest, rolling them onto their sides.

              “Unfh, you’re heavy,” she groaned, newly freed hand slipping down his tensed stomach, continuing to tease him.

              “And you’re ridiculous,” Sam snapped, jostling her off of his arm to hover over her. Her grip tightening as he latched over her pulse point. “What were you doing out here, all by your lonesome, Emery? Hmmm? Were you getting ready for me, Baby?”

              She moaned as his words tickled her ear, her devious secret revealed. Sam sank two fingers inside her with ease.

              “That’s what I thought,” Sam sucked his teeth. “Smart girl, knew I wouldn’t wanna wait.”

              Sam hummed as she clenched around his knuckles, her grip faltering as his lips dragged down her body. His other hand took over where hers had fallen away, he lined himself up, sliding his coated fingers over his heavy shaft before pushing inside of her, deep and forceful, finishing with a wiggle of his hips until they both grinned. Snug and smug, Sam began to work her over. The adrenaline from exercising and the sudden rush of just seeing her set the foundation to an arrogant high, each pull of her body on his building atop it until he could do nothing but fall. In a crash of skin and pulsing breaths Sam released all he had, leaving Emery folded beneath him, shaking through the onslaught. Somewhere in the distance an alarm sounded.

Later, sated and stuffed, with each other and a slightly dry roast, Sam and Emery returned to bed. This round, he took his time, trailing touches and glances over every inch of her. His fingers found the scaring that had caught his eye, his massive hand seemed to dwarf the perfectly spaced lines that hooked around her upper arm. Something between shock and frustration pounded through his thoughts. How hadn’t he noticed them before or hadn’t spotted them for what they were immediately? He pulled her closer, dragging his mouth from shoulder to collar bone, neck to ear, smooth and lazy. He lost himself in the possibilities of her being like him, without him noticing the signs. Sam Winchester thought he could spot another hunter out of a line up, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Emery leaned into his warmth, enjoying the easy buzz of skin on skin as he continued his mindless trail up and down her neck. She spotted the alarm clock and let out a muffled whine, before reaching for the side table and turning off the light. She settled flat on her back, letting Sam continue to touch her, stroking her opposite arm as she sighed into the night.

“Thanks for a good night, hot stuff,” she breathed him in as he pecked over her mouth.

Sam swallowed a chuckle. “My pleasure, I should be thanking you.”

“Eh, for better or worse, right?” She smiled beneath her closed lids, settling into a deserved rest.

“Yeah, of course, for better or worse,” Sam replied, breath catching, their daily phrase assaulting his logical brain. He tried to hold on to the warning, to remind himself to ask Cas about spells and mind control, catch phrases and to search for more on Emery’s past. But all he could settle on was exhaustion, drowning between warmth, slumber and disconnected thoughts.

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              This was it, the last one. She could handle waiting; it was only an email. An email containing her last discussion group’s term paper grades and the final information she needed to submit before she was done with the semester. Completely done. It was fine, Emery cold wait. It wasn’t like she had any plans, or at least any plans her TAs knew about it. Even though they had been inundating their office time with every detail of their summers for weeks. They could all have their adventures or research positions, or job searches as soon as Morgan finally turned in her damned work! It was going to be perfect, eventually.

              The sun speared through the leaves on either side of the street, shaded greens and beams of gold casting the neighborhood in fresh life. Warmth met the cool ground as her tires creeped to a halt. The sounds of a lawn mower and far off activity added to the domestic simplicity. It was a beautiful life, but Emery needed a break. Months in the same walls had begun to stifle and shift against her better intentions. With her emptied brief case in hand, she marched into the backdoor, determined to coax her husband into some semblance of a getaway.

              “Hey--- all done?” Sam’s voice greeted before she closed the door behind her.

              “Yessir! This bitch is free, free at last!” Emery chuckled, dramatically dropping her stuff and shaking her hands out, swaying her head and hips in a full body celebration. Sam shook his head at her, topped off with his signature eye roll.

              “Good, you deserve a break,” Sam leaned over to leave a rushed kiss on her forehead, before stepping back to the range and his sautéing vegetables.

              “Yeah? Glad you think so. I was kind of thinking of taking a trip, maybe get up to the mountains for a few days. Just escape, you know?” Emery bent over and pulled off her pumps, attempting to reach relaxation as her body braced itself against Sam’s inevitable logical rebuttal. He gave a noncommittal grunt and went back to the book he had spread opened on the island. He was doing what he did, going through the motions while keeping his mind juggling three different things. It was incredibly hot seeing him stand there with a towel over his shoulder and fingers flitting over the cutting board. It was also exasperating when she was trying to do something for him.

              “Think you can swing a long weekend? Maybe Friday and Monday off?” Emery prodded, sneaking Bandit a scrap from the cutting board. Sam didn’t like her spoiling him, and she was banking on his disapproval to snag his attention back to her questions. He didn’t flinch at her indulgence, spinning to add the meat to the pan with a cascade of hissing. Her neck tightened with the tension that was now palpable.

              “Sam, it’s not like they’d mind if we got away. We’d be together, it’d be fun.”

              Sam’s back instantly straightened, chest puffing out with the breath he had been avoiding. “What do you mean ‘they’?”

              Emery paused, eyes on her hands as she picked at her nails, not willing to look at him, even though his back was still turned. “You know who I mean.”

              Sam spun to face her, she was nearly cowering, and it made him sick. She didn’t get to play the victim here; she was a part of this too. “You mean the angels? Huh, Emery? The ones that stuffed us here?”

              “Yes, the angels. Why are you so upset?” Emery’s curiosity was getting the better of her self-preservation.

              “Maybe because I didn’t have a clue what has been going on around here?!”

              “Sam. We made a deal. You were there.” Emery stood, speaking slowly, hand raised to soothe him, but he just swatted her away.

              “If I was there, then how come I couldn’t remember my brother was alive up until last week Emery? If I, fully conscious and un--inhibited, took a deal, then how come I blacked out when one of my best friends approached me at the dog park?! What the fuck have you been doing to keep me here? Huh? Is this just your twisted version of playing house or did they screw with your head too?”

              “What are you talking about? Who was at the dog park, Sam?” Emery squinted against the shock, eyes searching Sam’s as his face contorted in rage.

              “It doesn’t matter. What matters is, this is all a game. And I don’t want any part of it. Not anymore.” Sam’s words bit.

              “You don’t mean that.” She shook her head, trying to smile, to ease him back into the discussion. His glare said otherwise. She swallowed, trying to process how everything had gone this terribly wrong.

“Um, so, it really has been too good to be true?” She laughed at her naivety, wiping away the tears as she stared at the ceiling. Sam cleared his throat, not willing to break the stalemate with physical contact. She hugged her stomach as his jaw worked over what he wanted to say.

“Yeah, seems so,” Sam sniffed.

“Look, I don’t--- we didn’t discuss specifics about our pasts. Okay? But I thought you knew what was going on, if I thought you weren’t in this, willingly---” Emery’s voice raised and stuttered in her throat. Realization and guilt choking her.

“I want to believe you, Em, I do. But I can’t. Not now,” Sam tried to remain calm, but the bile started to rise in his own throat. He sniffed again and clicked off the gas, leaving the chicken half cooked among the forgotten fixings. In a blur, he was heading out the back, shrugging into a spare flannel in the mudroom.

“What are you going to do?” Emery asked, terrified of and dependent on his answer.

“Dunno. I need to figure out what’s real and what’s not.” Sam cocked his head, steeling himself for the threshold. He wouldn’t turn around to watch her beg.

“Can’t we do that together?”

Sam’s pinched lips offered no audible reply. He left her barefoot and dumbstruck in the kitchen.

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