#Thanks for asking Rowena! That was fun.

[michaelmilligan]

Day 10 of B&B's (@drgarth and @starrynightdeancas) Holiday Advent Calendar Event! (Aka 1.7k of pure chaos and too many characters.)

Family Game Night // Fuzzy Socks // “Snowin' And Blowin' Up Bushels of Fun”

“So, good news: The Witcher season two starts in a few days. Bad news: Sam and Dean won't make it tonight, they're stuck in traffic,” Eileen said, putting her phone down.

“Shame,” Adam called out from the couch, over the sounds of his and Claire's button mashing and their animated characters hitting each other on the TV screen. Jack was currently just watching them, eating popcorn.

“Truly a tragedy,” Michael said, and shuffled the UNO deck before dealing Mary, Eileen, Castiel and himself seven cards each. “Should we begin, then?”

“Yeah. Oldest goes first?” Eileen looked at Michael.

“If you want.” Michael set up the rest of the cards, then laid down one from his hand.

“You know, it's kind of weird that you two are so old,” Mary said, then quickly put her hand over Castiel's on the table. “I mean, no offence, but it's a little... odd when your son-in-law is older than you. Especially by several billion years. And I know you-” She turned to Michael. “- aren't technically my son-in-law, but also kind of sort of? Stepson-in-law? I don't know. It's weird.”

(Keep reading under the cut)

Michael shrugged while Castiel put a card down.

“I'm also older than you,” Adam called from the couch. Since Eileen couldn't see his mouth, Michael signed to her what he had said.

“Well, at least you were born in the nineties,” Mary called back. “Which is also weird, because I never lived through the nineties. Huh. Maybe it's actually me who's weird.” She laid a card.

“We're all a little weird,” Eileen offered, patting Mary's hand before making her move in the game. “Most of us came back from the dead at least once.”

Mary sighed. “Must run in the family.”

“I am shocked. Appalled. Disgusted.” They turned to see Gabriel leaning in the doorway. “You're having game night and I'm not invited?!”

“Sorry, we thought you were still on vacation. Also, I would have called you, but. I can't.” Eileen shrugged.

“Oh no, you are excused. You are a precious princess who can never do anything wrong. Now Michael, on the other hand.” Gabriel pointed at him accusingly. “My own brother. I feel so betrayed.”

“Stop being dramatic, Gabriel.” Michael laid a card, then looked up at his brother. “This is a Winchester game night. Are you related to the Winchesters?”

“Well, I'm.” Gabriel huffed and put his hands on his hips. “I'm their brother-in-law! Twice!” He gestured between Michael and Castiel.

They looked at each other. “Technically, that's true,” Castiel said.

“Yes, for him and the entire Heavenly Host.”

“That's not so many people nowadays.”

“A bit too many for this room, though.” Michael sighed. They had relocated a table and chairs from the library into this room, which was apparently called the 'deancave'. (A stupid name, in Michael's opinion. It was no more a cave than any other room in the bunker.)

Mary shook her head and got up. It didn't take long before she returned with another chair. “Here. Unless you want to sit with the kids.” She motioned with her thumb to the couch.

“Hey!” Adam and Claire said at the same time, without looking up from their game.

“Do they mean us?” Jack asked. “But you guys are adults!”

“Exactly,” Claire said triumphantly.

“Is it because you're sitting with me? Does that make this the kids table? Or kids couch?”

“No, it's because they don't see us as equally grown-up as themselves. Which is rich coming from someone who's technically thirty-four,” Adam said, turning to glare at Mary. “So if I hadn't spent ten years in Hell, we'd be pretty close in age.”

“Thirty-four?” Claire asked, also turning to Mary now, the game forgotten. “What?”

Mary sighed. “Well I was... not quite 29 when I died. And then I came back five years ago, so yeah. And since I spent the 33 years being dead in Heaven, that means I was just reliving my memories and not actually gaining any life experience or whatever.”

Eileen had been able to read everyone's lips this time. “Oh, so you'd be my age if we didn't count my time in Hell.”

“Wait.” Mary turned to her. “Are you also-”

“I think I'm close to four hundred years old, technically.”

Gabriel sighed dreamily. “We have so much in common.”

“You're several billion years old, Gabriel. That's not even close,” Michael corrected him.

“Yeah, but we're both older than the average human life span. That's something, right? Actually, I think that puts you right up there with Row. She's a couple hundred years old.” Gabriel frowned. “Bit vague about her age though, which is kinda funny. Considering.”

“We're all old as fuck. None of you is special,” Adam called from where he was changing the video game they were playing.

“Speak for yourself, grandpa,” Claire said, taking the popcorn from Jack.

“Watch it, kiddo. Just you wait, once you get my age-”

“Ugh. I hope I'll be long-dead by then. I don't wanna become an old fart who wears fuzzy socks.”

Adam gasped in indignation. “Hey, fuzzy socks are awesome!” He raised his foot and wiggled his toes, which were dressed in the fuzziest socks they had been able to find. “This bunker is freaking cold, but am I bothered by that? No. Because these fuzzy socks keep me warm.”

Michael could also simply adjust his body temperature if he got cold. But he wasn't going to get involved in this argument by pointing that out.

“Ugh. Just wear shoes.” Claire threw popcorn at Adam.

“Uuuuh, no. I wore shoes for like 1,200 years, I'm tired of it.”

“Technically, I was the one wearing them,” Michael said.

“Hey, I was in the driver's seat sometimes.”

“In the first few hundred years, you were in control for literally less than an hour total.” They had traded more often after Lucifer had been gone, but even then Adam taking over had been sporadic.

“I mean. Okay. But admit it, you also don't like shoes.”

“That's true,” Michael conceded.

“They are a little constricting,” Castiel agreed.

“Okay, if this becomes a fuzzy socks bunker, I'm out of here.” Claire glowered at them.

“Don't worry,” Mary said, “I'm all in favour of shoes. And I'm pretty sure so are Dean and Sam.”

“Why do they get to call the shots?” Gabriel asked.

“I mean. They do live here.”

“Well, they're not here now. I call for a revolution!” Adam said.

“Oh, I'm in, bro!”

“Adam is not your brother, Gabriel.” Michael looked at him in confusion.

“Eh. Bro-in-law. Close enough.”

“So we're all taking off our shoes?” Eileen asked, looking at everyone in turn. “Alright. I'm gonna raid Sam's sock drawer, hold on.” She got up and left the room.

“Revolutiooooon!” Gabriel called, raising a fist in the air.

“You think they're alright?” Sam asked as they finally pulled into the garage.

“You mean do I think they've already killed each other?” Dean yawned as he shut off the engine. “Possible. We are kind of the connecting element in this family.”

They got their bags out of the trunk and made their way into the bunker proper. It didn't take long before they heard music echoing through the halls.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock,

jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring,

Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun,

Now the jingle hop has begun,

When Sam and Dean eventually traced the music to the deancave, they were met with a strange picture: The couch had been pushed back and the space before the TV was covered with blankets. Claire and Adam were sitting in that space, currently arguing over the game pad. Jack and Cas were behind them, leaning against the couch, Jack's head on Cas' shoulder.

Meanwhile, there was a game of poker going on at a table that had definitely not been there when Dean and Sam had left for their hunt. Eileen and Michael seemed to be the last two in, while Mary and Gabriel were doing shots and giggling.

“Uh. I'm guessing we missed all the fun?” Dean asked.

“You missed the revolution!” Gabriel called, raising his shot glass and his foot. He was wearing multiple pairs of socks.

Mary burst out laughing.

Eileen didn't seem to have noticed them, and she just put her cards face-up on the table smugly. Michael sighed and pushed a bunch of peanut flips over to her side that seemed to serve as poker chips.

Adam and Claire started singing along off-key to the Christmas music while Claire killed zombies on screen. Jack was still snoozing.

“Oookay,” Sam said. “Maybe we should leave more often, huh.”

“Definitely.” Michael looked at them impassively.

“Aw, you can join in next time,” Eileen said sweetly, getting up to greet Sam. Apparently she had noticed them after all. “As long as Gabe is allowed to bring Row.”

Since when did Eileen call them Gabe and Row? Dean and Sam had clearly missed something here.

“Uh. Sure?” Sam said hesitantly.

“You can say no as often as you want. You're not the boss of me!” Gabriel cried.

“Gabriel, he said yes,” Michael told him.

“Well, I'm gonna- oh. Well. Guess Sammy's joined our side in the revolution.” Gabriel bounced his eyebrows at Eileen, who grinned.

“Right. Well I'm going to bed, so goodnight,” Dean said, eager to get away from that chaos.

“Jingle Bell time is a swell time, to go riding in a zombie-killing sleigh,” Adam was singing as Dean walked away. Well. At least those guys had had fun, he supposed. They were all family to each other, in a... weird kinda way. Family who played games together and sand and laughed together.

Dean smiled as he walked towards his and Cas' bedroom. His family was more than a bit screwed up, to put it mildly, but they made it work. And wasn't that a miracle – Christmas or not.

[speakofgrace]

How about one of the best characters ever?? Lol. Rowena?

ooooooh!!

How I feel about this character

man this one’s tricky because rowena is so fun but i also fucking hate crowley and her first few seasons were obviously a lot to do with him so. i didn’t enjoy her that much just by association

BUT THEN CROWLEY DIED FINALLY and oh boy since then?? absolutely so wonderful i love “ew can’t believe you’ve made me cARE” as a character arc and she’s just. so fun and ruth is SO stunning i love her

also her clothes and eye makeup are always impeccable so that’s fun

All the people I ship romantically with this character

sldkfjsdl this is cursed but i kinda vibe with sam/rowena a tiny bit but otherwise no-one really lmfao

My non-romantic OTP for this character

SAM AND ROWENA i just love their dynamic So much. sam as her apprentice i love this Content. also like. cas and rowena obv what a fun time.

My unpopular opinion about this character

her relationship with crowley was boring as fuck and i wish she’d taken over hell back in season 10??

truly idk man idk what the Popular Opinions are i’m just vibing

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

THAT ROADTRIP WITH HER AND CHARLIE. U CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND THEN NOT SHOW US THE FUCK!!!

send me a character!  

[jimblejamblewritings]

yes, i’m a squib | part 14.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Harry shakily walked up to you. He picked up the piece of paper at your feet, reading it over as if it would change. You watched him walk away with the other champions into some room. The Great Hall was technically dismissed but none of you knew what to do. Someone putting your name in must have been a joke— the squib that was too young to compete and hated the whole tournament. But Harry? No one was sure what exactly was happening. You all went to bed quietly after that. Even when Cedric came back, the entire Hufflepuff common room gave him a round of applause but went to bed right after rather than staying up and celebrating.

You wrote to your father right away. He would want to know and maybe he could help. Although, you don’t think he or James got into anything this big while at Hogwarts but maybe he would still be able to help. You looked around your room at the costume that was still on your bed.

Everyone was supposed to come back to the Great Hall to have a halloween party before Harry got picked. Even the purebloods who were against the notion of dressing in costumes because muggles did it reluctantly agreed when the entire school started spreading the idea that it could be fun. Everyone had become more into it when they realized that it was a chance to run absolutely wild in the halls because Halloween was one of the few days that there was no curfew at Hogwarts. You had planned to go as Rowena Ravenclaw so you could wear the diadem that your father got you.

Most people didn’t know what it looked like anymore and if they didn’t read the inscription on the side, they might not have realized the blue sapphires were chosen because it belonged to Ravenclaw. But you didn’t want to take the chance of it being recognized so Halloween seemed like the perfect and only opportunity to wear it. But no one came back out. So, you shoved the costume into your trunk. You were going to hide the diadem too but decided to display it proudly on your dresser drawer. It wasn’t like anyone came into your room anyway.

Breakfast the next day seemed gloomy somehow. Harry hadn’t come down yet when you got to the Hall. Ron seemed to be scowling at his cereal. Hermione mouthed what was going on. Ron took his last bite, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, before standing up.

“Where are you going?” you asked. “I thought the four of us were going to Hagrid’s. You know we could go to Hogsmeade, Harry and I did yesterday. No one even knew we walked right out the front door.”  

“Maybe later. I’ve got some Divination homework, (Y/N/N).”

“Alright, well, see you in class.”

“Yeah, see you.”

Hermione stood up moments later, you both agreeing that maybe it was best to try and talk to him. You grabbed a plate and put some toast, eggs, and bacon on it. You also grabbed two cups of water, balancing everything carefully. You were thankful that you didn’t have to go very far because Harry was descending the stairs near the Hall. You handed him the water cups.

“Good, you’re awake, I was worried I would have to remember your common room’s password. I was thinking we could eat by the lake.”

“Isn’t the Durmstrang ship there?”

“I’m trying not to think about that. It’ll be nice. Early morning, sun’s still coming up, it’s a good break before class.”

“Sure…” Harry followed you. “Where is everyone?”

“Homework. Hermione’s making Ron get started early,” you lied.

“You know you don’t have to lie to protect me,” Harry said as you guys entered the grassy area. “He still thinks I put my name in doesn’t he?”

“It is strange, Harry.”

“Do you think I put my name in?”

You guys reached the lake and sat down near it. The Durmstrang boat was very daunting but you tried not to pay attention to it. The plate sat in between the two of you. You shivered slightly. You regretted not putting on your grey pullover, opting for just the long sleeve white shirt. You didn’t have your robe either, not bothering to bring it. Harry watched you shiver as you grabbed a piece of bacon. He took off his robe and handed the bundle to you.

“Thanks. I don’t think you put your name in but I think someone did. And I think they did it on purpose. Please be careful.”

“I will.”

“No. I mean it, Harry. The goblet felt weird and cold when I touched it and then I grabbed a paper with your name on it somehow. I know we talked about it and I know I’m new to it and banshees are always paranoid but this feels deeper than that. Please. Be careful.”

Harry swallowed his bite of toast. “Well, I don’t really want to die either, (Y/N/N). I’ll be careful. At least someone believes me— I can’t believe Ron thi—”

“Harry! He’s jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“You get all the attention. We love being your friends but being friends with the Chosen One isn’t easy. Ron’s the middle child of a bunch of family members. He’s never had anything for himself in his life. If a random fourteen year old somehow got into a competition that was only for seventeen year olds, wouldn’t he’d wish it was him? Everyone wished it was them and it was you. The Chosen One.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“To you. It probably meant a lot to him… doesn’t matter, now though. It’ll all blow over in a few days.”

You didn’t mean for your statement to be a lie. It just turned out that way. After the initial shock finally wore off, it was like the whole school had turned on Harry. The thought of another champion was fun when everyone thought that it was going to be another seventeen year old. Harry was waiting for you outside the barrels of the common room. You could hear the Hufflepuffs coming out and scoffing as they saw him. Cedric stopped and turned to you.

“I’ll see you in class, (Y/N), need to get my notebook back from Delta before her Charms class starts.”

You huffed in annoyance, knowing that he was lying. Harry watched the older boy walk away. You linked arms with him. Harry looked at where you guys were connected.

“At least you and ‘Mione still believe in me. So much for a just and nice House.”

You laughed and started to walk. “Sorry, they all kind of feel like you stole our thunder. Cedric getting picked meant Hufflepuff was important and then Gryffindor came back and stole it right from us… I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now, it’s fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Oh, ha ha, very funny (Y/N/N).”

You stopped outside the Potions classroom and turned to face Harry. He moved to grab your hand instead now that their arms were separated. You gave him a smile.

“It’s true. You are currently my enemy, Harry Potter. I could lose all Puff credibility.”

“Puff credibility? This is why everyone makes fun of your House.”

“You’re just jealous Gryffindor didn’t think of something cool.”

“Puff credibility is the farthest thing you can get from cool.”

“Whatever. I heard the Daily Prophet came yesterday. How was it? That’s the reason most of Hufflepuff is mad by the way. Cedric said it felt like they were writing more about you, he only got like three questions.  ”

“I hate the reporter. Rita Skeeter, she’s foul. They came for pre-interviews and to weigh our wands.”

“Wand weighing?”

“Something about knowing everyone’s base standards before the tournament starts. I guess to check for cheating, I don’t know. You know you and Krum have the same wand.”

“Hornbeam and unicorn hair?”

“Oh, no, Cedric’s was unicorn hair. Krum’s was dragon heartstring I think. But they’re both hornbeam. Ollivander practically lit up at seeing it.”

“His wand’s hornbeam, I remember him saying it when I got my wand. He doesn’t sell a lot of them, they’re really picky about their owners.”

Harry opened his mouth to say something else when you both jumped at the flash of a camera. Rita Skeeter was there along with some members of the ministry. Dumbledore had to show them around campus— the tournament was going to mean lots of visitors for the school. Rita gave a slimy smile.

“Harry, dear, you didn’t mention young love in yesterday’s interview… this isn’t the girl that was with you yesterday.”

“No, that was Hermi— wait, what?”

Rita stepped closer, looking at you instead of Harry. “How do you feel about your boyfriend—”

“We’re not togeth—”

“Did he enter the competition for you?”

“Me?” you practically screamed.

“Boys do stupid things to impress their girlfriends, why else would a twelve—”

“I’m fourteen,” Harry cut in.

The door to the Potions class opened. You abruptly let go of Harry’s hand, realizing that Rita probably got a picture of it. Snape stood in the doorway. He wasn’t even looking at you but was sneering at both Harry and Rita.

“If you would release my student so she can do her work. She is supposed to be demonstrating proper brewing techniques of felix felicis.”

The moment Snape said that, you rushed past him and into the classroom to take your seat. Rita perked up. She peered inside the classroom to see her thoughts confirmed that you were in an advanced class. She almost stopped when she blinked at seeing you sit next to Cedric— his hand was on your back as you laughed at something he said.

“Oh, Harry,” she started, causing all the students in the classroom to turn. “Not only is your girl incredibly smart but it appears you have competition. Dear, what is your name? Never mind, I’ll find it. Do you have a thing for champions?”

Snape slammed the door in her face at the same moment you slammed your head on the desk— Cedric shoving the textbook underneath before your head could actually hit the wood. All the seventh years looked at you. You slowly lifted your head to see them all quickly scramble and pretend to start writing in their notebooks. You turned to look at Cedric.

“Great, now the entire wizarding world is going to think I’m dating the two of you… Merlin’s Beard, my dad is going to read it!”

Cedric did nothing but give you an amused smile as Snape called you to the front of the room. Embarrassment quickly wore off as you began talking about felix felicis. The other students intensely took notes as you began to dive into the history of the potion. Snape had a very different teaching style than you did. Probably because you were also a student but you attempted to answer all questions nicely while Snape suggested they could look it up later in the textbook instead of bothering you. You were going to be taking over the class the entire time felix felicis was going to be worked on— a week for now and then another class in six months when the potions finished brewing.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, the seventh years had spread to the entire school that Snape let you teach. He never does that. Any other time, you would relish in that. Now you were worried that it would just be one more stupid thing for Rita Skeeter to publish. You very quickly and messily wrote letters to Remus and Sirius— you absolutely refused to have them believe the paper even if for a split second. You entered the Great Hall surprised to see Hermione at the table.

“Normally, you’re in the library.”

She huffed. “Viktor Krum has taken to studying in there which means a bunch of giggling girls have taken to watching him and they for the life of them don’t know how to shut up!”

“Well, maybe you should stop for today, ‘Mione. They’re letting everyone go down to Hogsmeade before the competition even if it’s not the weekend. I know your classes are finished. Take Harry and go to Honeydukes.”

“Are you not coming?”

“Thursday tea and Ron and I are running an errand.”

Hermione nodded and agreed that she would take a break and go with Harry to the candy shop. You walked to your last class which you normally didn’t have at this time. Alchemy had to be pushed back because Professor Flamel thought it would be easier to teach Hogwarts students with the Beauxbaton girls that were there but failed to mention that until that morning. You sat at your desk and began to rifle through your notes. You looked out the window while waiting on Flamel to show up to class.

The Alchemy classroom sat on the ground floor. You liked it that way. It was one of the few classes you took that was on the ground floor and sat right along one of the courtyards. You almost jumped in shock when you saw your cousin jump down from a tree. You couldn’t hear what was happening but you could see him and Harry arguing. Normally that made you roll your eyes and you would just ignore them but you saw Professor Moody as well. Suddenly, your cousin was a ferret. You jumped up from your seat and began banging on the window. Your banging caught the attention of McGonagall who was walking by in the outdoor corridor. She looked at you and your pointing and then frantically jumped to help. You sat in your seat, frustrated that you couldn’t leave, and made a serious note to talk to Professor Dumbledore.

Whatever Cedric said to the headmaster clearly didn’t do much because Moody’s teaching was still awful as ever. You tried not to think about it, knowing Draco would tell you all about it at tea. Going back to your notes, you pulled out your Herbology textbook to copy some things that you wrote in the margins of the textbook. Professor Flamel walked over and stopped in front of your desk.

“Word around this school is that you brewed felix felicis at thirteen?” He tapped on your notebook. “You just finished teaching a class?”

“I assisted Professor Snape this morning.”

Flamel laughed. “Assisted, incredible. What is this?”

“I wanted to start early on our final project. I want to pull it off, alchemy.”

“You’re really passionate, aren’t you?”

“Professor… any of the professors here will tell you, I will get the highest marks in whatever I can. I don’t like people thinking I can’t do something because I’m a squib. That means I have to be good at alchemy too. I have to.”

“Drive is important but knowing not to push yourself too much is important as well.”

“I understand. This is just to pass class, I’m thinking of boiling down certain minerals to separate them into their respective salts. The Chinese alchemist we studied, well he says salt was considered gold at one point. That’s got to actually mean something.” You flipped notebook pages. “This is what I really want to work on. It’s going to take me until seventh year, probably longer, honestly.”

Flamel peered down and read your scribbles. “These aren’t metals… is this plant alchemy?”

“I’m the best in Herbology, I thought it might make more sense for me to try Spagyric.”

“Well, I’m not an expert in that by any means.”

“I know everyone is concerned with metals and life elixirs from stones but plants are just as interesting. Arguably Spagyric is an underrepresented subset of Alchemy, it’s a shame. Yesterday, Neville and I went diving in the lake for Bubble Lilies. We didn’t get them, the giant squid swam by and we both got too scared.”

“Bubble Lilies… class is dismissed, you all enjoy your day.”

You stayed behind at Professor Flamel’s request. The two of you went into his office where he poured you tea— Draco would understand later why you missed your weekly meeting. Even he knew how big of a deal Flamel talking to any student privately was. You weren’t expecting the professor’s office to be as plush as it was but you found yourself sinking into the armchair. Flamel made his tea bitter. He offered you a biscuit.

“I know a talent when I see one, Ms. Black. What exactly are you trying to accomplish?”

“Professor, when you made the Philosopher’s Stone, why did you do it?”

“For the same reason as any alchemist. Turning metals into silver and gold, the elixir of life, universal solvent. We never got to figure out if the stone could really dissolve every material but two out of three isn’t too bad.”

“I don’t want those. I don’t think we are meant to live forever, I don’t terribly care about that.”

“Almost all students make that their project goals. If not the elixir of life or gold then what?”

“Magic.”

“Magic?” he repeated.

You went to put another sugar cube in your tea.

“Mr. Filch is a squib. Sometimes kids here make fun of him when they catch glimpses of his magic for babies book if he accidentally leaves it out. He doesn’t have a wand, can’t cast a spell. Do you know who Angus Buchanan is, Professor? He managed to get all the way to the Sorting Hat before it declared he didn’t have any magic and kicked him out. And then there’s me. Three squibs made it to Hogwarts, all the others are still out there. I was going to leave the wizard world before I got in.”

“That would have been a shame.”

“I agree… Alchemy is trying to find the highest and lowest point of existence. Metal’s highest existence is gold, life’s highest existence is immortality. We never figured out magic. But we know the lowest point is being a muggle. They have no magic so that must be its base but what’s the highest?”

“I don’t actually know, Ms. Black. Enlighten me.”

“I’ve been reading all the books in the library— that aren’t in the restricted section. There’s this thing called an Obscurus. It happens when a wizard consciously suppresses their magic until the energy is too much and the magic turns in on itself until it becomes a sentient energy and explodes out of the wizard. It happened to a boy named Credence Barebone, he’s the most famous case. That must be magic’s highest point. It’s own sentience. The only problem is because of the nature of suppression, an Obscurus is technically dark magic. I don’t want squibs to have dark magic, I just want to awaken our own.”

“That is ambitious.”

“And will take me forever… if it even works. This depends on me being right about the Obscurus and there is just not enough reading on it. There’s barely enough on squibs.”

“It took me years to even come up with a plan to start creating the Philosopher’s Stone. You already have a solid one. That is half the battle. Besides, the real fun begins.”

“Experiments?”

“Exactly… if you don’t mind me asking. Why were you and— Neville was it— diving in the lake for Bubble Lilies?”

“First experiment. The nectar always spoils before it can be used but we know it has healing and rejuvenating properties because of the merpeople that eat it. When Hermione offered to start helping me learn spells, I noticed that I could physically feel my magic and feel myself being drained. So that’s the first step isn’t it? Rejuvenating magic so there’s enough to work with? There isn’t any work on giving squibs magic but I assume other wizards have tried so starting with common healing plants is probably pointless.”

“Potentially, but you should still look at known plants.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Let me know the more you figure it out. I’m fascinated by this… would you like to apprentice me this summer, Ms. Black? At Beauxbatons?”

Your eyes went wide. “I-I would love to.”

Professor Flamel nodded and you finished your tea before leaving. Draco understood when you caught him in the hall. He was excited for you, telling you that it was actually an amazing idea. You rolled your eyes a bit because of course he would say that. Draco was your number one fan— when he wasn’t being a git, you were his number one fan as well. Even if you ultimately failed, he would say it wasn’t your fault. He would probably claim that magic and squibness must not fall under the rules of alchemy and that’s why you didn’t accomplish the goal. You two passed by Hagrid’s hut when you saw the half-giant pacing.

“Hagrid, shouldn’t you be on your date now?” you asked.

“Someone hasn’t shown up with the present for my date.”

“The big present or the small one?”

Hagrid scratched his beard. “The very small, nearly invisible one.”

You nodded in understanding and pushed Draco back towards the castle. It was a surprisingly easy mission. He didn’t understand who was going on a date with Hagrid— he didn’t get why they would want to. And Draco certainly didn’t want to help you look for what he thought was some jewelry in Hagrid’s hut. With your cousin safely back inside, you practically ran to Hogsmeade.

Your friends were nowhere to be found. You asked the students— ignoring the Potter Stinks badges on their clothes— but they all said the same thing. No one had seen your friends in a while. You groaned so loud that you scared a pigeon. Apologizing to the creature, you stomped through the village and towards the woods. A smile graced your face when you found everyone. If you had been paying more attention, you would have realized that Harry was the only one not standing with Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. But it didn’t even occur to you. You just marched up and grabbed Harry by the wrist.

“There you are! Didn’t Ron tell you, Hagrid’s looking for you? Let’s go.”

You practically dragged Harry to Hagrid who requested the boy get his Invisibility Cloak and meet him in ten minutes. Harry asked if you wanted to come along but you shook your head. All you wanted was to relax and take care of your plant. The wiggentree sprouted a new leaf which was honestly something you never thought would happen.

(Part 15)...

[mcrcki]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ CLOSED

what a surprise !! an event !! who would have seen it coming ?? not me. definitely not, nope. either way, below is going to be a starter call along with a link to my plotting calls! i know, a shock that i’m not doing a combination but this is just because i’m gonna force y’all to look at my outfit graphics :) but below the cut will be all my girls, quick notes about their vibes for the event, and that link to their plotting call! and now for everyone’s favorite part of maig’s starter calls : the rules !!!! it’s simple, if you do not specify who the request is for , i simply will not complete it. so please specify muse, any likes will be ignored. and also please note that my call is capped for both muses and people. it will be capped at THREE FIVE requests per person! that way i am able to write with everyone! alright, if you’ve got any questions feel free to ask, but without further ado ~~

** the link to plotting calls are their names :)

** crossed out = already in the queue !!

daniela dimitrescu || resident evil  - ( 2 / 8 )

she/they pronouns. absolute nightmare person. taking spooky season too seriously and will try to terrify you

bela dimitrescu ( kasey )

henry creel ( alex )

leia organa || star wars - ( 5 / 8 )

she/her pronouns. president. princess. sith. hostess with the mostest. please don’t ask her about her rancid vibes sw characters.

anakin skywalker ( sam )

yennefer of vengerberg ( alex )

jin guangyao ( june )

vex de rolo ( cassie )

tenel ka djo ( alex )

marlene mckinnon || harry potter : marauders era - ( 4 / 8 )

she/her pronouns. sick of all these formal parties. please for the love of merlin can someone just throw a rager? shit-- she’ll even throw it. afterparty @ mckinnon pub.

wei wuxian ( ollie )

lily evans ( sunny ) 

abi mckinnon ( kasey )

dorcas meadowes ( cherry )

omega archeron || star wars : the bad batch - ( 5 / 8 )

she/they pronouns. underage drinking is wrong, but if you don’t tell their mom and older brother, then it’s very fun. please, don’t tell them thanks, they just wanna have fun too :)

yuri plisetsky ( ollie )

jill roberts ( swan )

feyre archeron ( kasey )

cassian andor ( marie )

hunter ( alex )

pj halliwell || charmed ‘98 - ( 5 / 8 )

she/her pronouns. will drag you onto the dance floor kicking and screaming. sorry not sorry.

melinda halliwell ( swan )

oliver mckinnon ( sam )

childe ( june )

jester lavorre ( cassie )

peyton halliwell ( jane )

rowena ravenclaw || harry potter : founders - ( 3 / 8 )

she/her pronouns. big cliché ‘would rather be curled up with a good book’ instead of at a party, but will have a few obligatory dances to hopefully be able to leave early.

orpheus ( ollie )

jeon seol ( atlas )

helga hufflepuff ( marie )

sella palpatine || star wars - ( 2 / 8 )

she/her pronouns. actually vibrating with excitement. she’s been watching all of this come together at work and is so excited to actually get dressed up! will not stop talking about how much fun this is!

glinda upland ( sunny )

nezuko kamado ( moon )

sophie hatter || howl’s moving castle - ( 3 / 8 )

she/they pronouns. how early is too early to leave? does someone else wanna indulge their husband while she dips? thanks :)

princess bubblegum ( atlas )

kc cooper ( moon )

lin ( dee )

tatum riley || scream ‘96 - ( 4 / 8 )

she/her pronouns. is coping with your own traumas by dress up as a ghost healthy? mm who knows but she’s not in the mood to question it. just help her see what all these people are hiding on the third floor. 

buffy summers ( swan )

kirby reed ( alex )

fred weasley ( marie )

randy meeks ( sam )

victoria sutherland || twilight - ( 3 / 8 )

she/her pronouns. .... nightmare person covered in blood. do not approach but also is so fucking charming you know you’ll want to dance with her ;) 

esme cullen ( atlas )

kiara carrera ( moon )

dani clayton ( marie )

[whumpy-daydreams]

Sleep Deprivation

Masterpost

Previous Next

CW: sleep deprivation, abuse mention, hallucinations

How many days had it been? 3? 4? All Rowena could remember was bright lights, loud noises, and getting hit. The delirium had thoroughly set in, and everything seemed too much and not enough all at once. She had begun to wonder if she was capable of sleep.

Rowena lay on the floor, legs against the wall as she stared at the ceiling. It didn’t register that someone had come in until they spoke.

“Have you gone mad or should I be concerned?” Rudy peered over her, smiling confusedly. “I’m surprised. It’s only been 50 hours since you woke up. Just over two days.”

Was that all? Two days? 

She swung her legs down, shuffling to sit against the wall. Standing was too much effort. 

“Is this an experiment or just for fun?” Rowena asked, voice lifeless and monotone. Rudy shrugged and crouched down.

“A bit of both. You’ve been pissing me off recently and they wanted to test this anyway. How are you feeling?” Rowena shrugged back at him.

“I’m tired. Shocker.”

“Oh come on. There must be more than that. Some people hallucinate this early on, What symptoms are there?”

“Piss off Rudy.” He slapped her hard across the face.

“I’ll hurt you more if you don’t tell me more. So how are you feeling?” Not feeling like being bruised, Rowena obliged him.

“I feel cold and sick. Like I’ve not eaten for too long. Sometimes the room feels like it’s spinning? No hallucinations.” That you’re aware of, her brain added.

“Thanks, hun’.” He patted on the cheek condescendingly and she flinched away. Rudy just laughed. “See you in another 50 hours.”

...

Screams echoed through the walls and Rowena clenched her hands over her ears. Eyes squeezed shut to avoid the eyes that grew out of the walls, leg vibrating under the table to shake off the hands that tried to grab it. Food sat in front of her growing cold.

Bang! A loud clap brought her to attention, head snapping up, staring into Rudy’s face. She breathed heavily, and the screaming stopped.

“Get a grip.” For once he didn’t look happy with himself. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” Rowena looked down at her hands and noticed the subtle flames that flowed around them like water. She tried to make it stop. They scorched the table.

“It won’t stop. I-” she paused, shaking, “I can’t make it stop.”

“Are you having hallucinations?” Rowena shrugged, the question barely making sense. “Can you stand up?” Another shrug. “That’s not a fucking answer. Stand up.”

It was like her legs were detached - floating somewhere away from her body. The floor didn’t exist, and as she got up Rowena fell right through it, crumpling into a heap. Her legs reattached themselves filled with lead and the flames flickered and died. 

“I guess that’s a little bit better.” Rudy checked his watch. “I’m going home. Get some sleep Torsen, I’ll see you in a few days.” He left unceremoniously, The door closing quietly on his way out. 

When the next flicker of sleep pounced and Rowena’s eyes closed, there was no loud noise, no one coming to wake her, and she plunged into dreamless sleep at last.

Incident report

[sodomitecastiel]

Do you have any recommended spn fics? To be restored is consuming all of my non fenario brainspace

This is in no way an exhaustive list - @jewishcharliebradbury is the one to go for that - but these are some favorites of mine, please always heed their tags just in case!

Putting it under a readmore because I'm a wordy bastard:

Sky Verse by starandrea: Angelic civil war! The crispest, most in-character dialogue! Vast, sprawling worldbuilding! Dean and Cas get together and are very bad at it for a long time! This series obsesses me the way other people are obsessed with dta (which I have not read for fear of commitment but fully intend to eventually).

To Be Restored by serenetyfails: You mentioned this one already but it's worth repeating - it's my favorite trans spn fic that I didn't write myself. Cas's transmasc identity is handled so carefully and so competently, Dean flips out in a way that's both in character and still kind to him, and Sam and Rowena are wonderfully fleshed out. I think many people would look at the premise and worry it's either misogynistic or fetishy, but it's neither, it's such a love letter to Cas's well-earned masculinity. Also, I'm obsessed with Rowena knowing and being buddies with a lot of trans women witches :)

Talk Therapy by shara: This is one of my favorite 'Dean is bad at asking for things' fics, it deals with his inability to want things past what he can give to others really well. I also appreciate that not everything in their relationship is fixed just because they're together, although the amount they love each other is always obvious.

Epilogue by JayneL: A weird little time travel story that is NOT a fixit for endverse, but is exceptionally kind to endverse Cas anyway. It aches very badly. I remember it being pretty trippy but also having to sit and look at the ceiling a while after reading it.

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim: Cas dates a normal human man with a good soul for a little while before he gets with Dean. Both of them know it isn't for forever, but they look after each other anyway. Told through the lens of story-swapping between gay friends and written with so much care & love. (You can thank @okologie for finding this one and making me read it despite my reservations.)

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo: Everyone recommends this fic but it's for a reason. Probably the best post-retirement fic there is, and definitely helped me form the neural connections to write Fenario, haha, I can't recommend this one enough. The complicated Dean and Sam issues are held with just as much weight as the Dean and Cas ones, although both are handled gently.

you and me in the war of the end times by stickthelanding (@tallahasseemp3): Alma knocked it out of the park with this one. THEE shotgunning fic. I've reread it more times than I can count, it has the loveliest atmosphere. I want to gnaw on this prose, said with love!

A Drinking Song by Balder12: Endverse snapshot. This one is mostly just bone hurting juice but it's one of my favorite characterizations of them - sometimes I find that endverse stories either make Cas way too soft or fucked up in a way I find goes too far in a direction I don't agree with, this one feels pitch perfect.

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by Balder12: All time fave angel true form fic!!! It's deliciously weird and fun, definitely a mind-melter. I only read it the once but sometimes I think about it and get a funny little shiver.

Tall Grass by aeli_kindara: This is another 'universal favorite', but also for good reason. Extraordinarily tender, it's my personal favorite Cas-grows-a-garden post canon story, especially because it manages to write a jealousy plotline that doesn't make me want to bite and kill. Dean's voice is exactly right and everything unfurls with this tender inevitability, idk how else to describe it! It also ends on a final image that's so lovely it's seared into my brain.

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx by pantheon_of_discord: Nobody does vignettes like supernatural writers. I love the way the road feels in this one, and how carefully picked each moment is. A string of pearls, this fic.

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know by blinkiesays: Dean and Cas get trapped in the midwest by a curse that doesn't let them leave the state, and they want to break it until they don't. Being trapped gives them an excuse to want to settle down, but the route they take to get there is, of course, circuitous. This one hurts a little because it takes place while Sam is dead, but it isn't gratuitous in its sadness. Sweet and melancholy.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo: FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE. I push this one at everyone I can. I'm extremely picky about 'Dean's self loathing' fics, mainly because I think it can veer easily into melodrama, but this author weaves Dean's self hatred and his anger together very seamlessly, in a way that feels real to the show. Also, Cas is perfect.

sweeter coming from my hand by perilously: A story that I liked before Nov5 and withstood the test of time!! Dean and Cas get married/soul-bound in order to both remove the Mark of Cain and fix Cas's grace. Features a formative scene for me where Cas expresses worries about if he has a soul and Dean raps knuckles on his chest, going, "knock knock, sounds like a soul in there." If you like this one, perilously has many good fics that are just as in character.

On Labor by a_good_soldier: I very nearly couldn't finish this one, but not because it's bad, haha. The premise just makes me want to tear my clothes in mourning - Dean knows Cas is in love with him, after getting him back from the Empty, and decides that he should give him what he wants without realizing that he wants it too. Dean performatively dating Cas while trying to talk himself into liking it (not knowing that he does actually like it) is exactly the kind of convoluted bullshit Dean's internalized homophobia would do to him. Nauseating and spectacular. Sticks in your brain for weeks.

canticles by 2street2car: An excellent 'weird girl best friends' fic. After striking out at the brothel, Dean decides to treat Cas to the "first date experience" himself, since the guy might die the next day. To sum it up succinctly: the rituals are intricate. And dirty dancing is referenced!

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon: As the author states themself, this fic is a love letter to California - it's a road trip casefic that's so rooted in place, the setting is rich and lush and the atmosphere makes me ache, and not just because it's set in my home state! I saved this one for last because this is another prolific author who has many stories I come back to again and again (Sweet Home and Love: A Retrospective are particularly good), they really don't miss. Usually when I read fic, it's a mad dash to the finish, but I took my time with this one. I highly encourage you to do the same :)

[canonicallysoulmates]

Jared's Sunday JIB12 Appearance

Jared wasn’t able to be there in person but he was able to check in twice virtually and answer some questions, once on Saturday and then again on Sunday. His audio is still not the best it does cut off for him at some points but he is settled into place and ready to answer some quick questions so let’s jump right into it.

He called in during Ruth Connell's and Adam Rose's panel, and side note Ruth looks so pretty and I am just now realizing that I don't think I'd heard her speak outside of her role she's very soft spoken.

But anyways the first question is: How would he describe the cast as dogs? 

He would say Ruth is a Scottish Deerhound but those are very tall. Says she’s very kind, loyal, intelligent, not very large, she’d have to have red fur maybe a vizsla which is athletic, intelligent, kind, and wee meaning small. 

Ruth asks how he would describe Adam Rose but he doesn’t hear her so continues on to MC who would be an Australian Shepherd like a little blue heeler because according to Jared he’s hard-working driven and has a little bit of mischief.

Jensen’s loyal, strong, and kind like a lab. He's not as boisterous but he’s down for anything and he can do anything. He’s always up to work hard, he’s a loyal friend, a loyal family member. So he'd be like a lab you can count on him, he’s always gonna be there for you. I love how everybody else gets quick, regular descriptions and then there's Jensen who gets a loving description ❤️ 

Ruth again asks about Adam Rose but his audio cuts off, and he can’t see him on the stage so Adam has to go to where the camera is 😂

For Adam, he asks if there's a dog that shoots great photography and is very funny, very quick-witted with a great sense of humor. He’s trying to come up with what kind of dog he'd be and Adam says he’d (Adam) be a schnauzer. Jared agrees but not a giant schnauzer a good standard schnauzer with eyes that see straight into your soul unless you’re soulless. x

The next question turns out to be for Ruth. And Ruth is like 'no no you have to ask Jared a question' but Jared's totally cool with it and says he wants to hear a Ruthie answer and poor ruth is like 'oh god.' For the record, the fan does apologize that the question is not for Jared.

[and for anyone who might wonder what the big deal is, they're on a schedule]

I’m already here so for anyone curious the question was if the classiness that she brought to Rowena, like her posture and standing tall, if it's more a part of her or if it was more a play or an act.

It was her, she says she took ballet for too many years and jokes that she has a rod up her ass. Also mentions that her favorite Grimm fairytale character was Thumbelina cause she was the same size. Fun fact, Thumbelina is actually a Hans Christian Andersen character if the name sounds familiar it's because he's the same dude that gave us The Little Mermaid. x

Back to Jared! Any trait in common between Sam Winchester and Cordell Walker? 

Before asking the question the fan thanked Jared for checking in virtually and Jared thanked everyone for letting him barge in and crash these panels. To answer the question, he thinks Cordell is more similar to Dean than he is to Sam so he’s really grateful he got to be with the swashbuckling character of Dean Winchester, watching and studying for 15yrs fun little mannerisms and attitudes.

He thinks the biggest similarity between Sam and Cordell is they are both loyal to a fault so that’s something that was able to stay cause he did 15 and a half years as Sam and he kind of shed some of that skin for Cordell but he kept some things and that loyalty is something that stuck around. x

Last question.  Can he give us a hint about what’s going to happen to Cordell in this upcoming season? 

He jokingly asks how to translate ball gag into Italian.

He gives a spoiler warning because he doesn't know if fans there have seen the s2 finale, and says that Walker is in a bad situation that we saw him taken away at the end of s2 by some people that we don’t know quite yet who they are but suffice it to say Walker spends some time in an uncomfortable situation. He’d be home if he could but he can’t so we’re gonna see a lot of Walker in compromising scenarios. But no ball gag.

He also mentions an insta story vid that G had posted the other day where he's playing with O after work. He got home, after work, and O was about to go to bed and she wanted to play a little bit, and G took the little video and - in his words! - he guesses she posted it cause he saw it online. So he didn't know she posted that vid, I'mma keep it nice but if you know me you know my thoughts. And in the vid he still has his Walker makeup on so when he saw it he was like 😬 because he's not sure if that was something that could be shown since it does give an indication of what's happening with the character. x

Ruth goes to where the camera is to wave to him and he asks her to wave again so he can take a pic and tweet it, and as he's doing that he makes the interesting comment that he's forgotten how to tweet. Now could he have meant it as in he momentarily forgot how to do it? Sure. But does it sound that way? No. x

Anyways, I'm really glad he was able to check in not once but twice and even if virtually was able to participate in the con 😊

If you wanna check it out, link below is timestamped to when he appears:

Jared's Sunday JIB12 Appearance

[lottiethroughthelookingglass]

15x20 Coda

Can’t believe it’s the year of our Lord 2020 and I’m writing Supernatural fix it fics at 3am.... This truly is the bad place. Anyway here’s what happened immediately after the credits rolled on whatever that was...

“Sam and Dean stood, arms around each other looking out towards the vista. Heaven. Their heaven. United again, after everythi-“

“-Is he for real?”

“That’s what was saved on my computer. Supernatural – Final Draft.”

“This is bullshit.”

Becky shrugged, taking her laptop back from Sam as his face twitched uncomfortably. 

“Who did I even marry? Like, it wasn’t even Eileen?”

“I don’t know man but you named your kid after me. I’m holding you to that one.”

“I don’t even want kids. Our lives are crazy. Why would I do that to a kid?”

“Well I’m just glad Chuck didn’t get to go ahead with that one.” Becky said, sitting back down with her laptop, “I mean all of his drafts were honestly terrible but that one… I mean it didn’t even make sense considering your character arcs. Dean literally died like he thought he would at the beginning of the series and Sam, grows old with a random woman and doesn’t do anything with his life and not even mentioning Cas even though he was right there in heaven-“

Becky looked up to find Sam and Dean staring at her.

“I’m sorry, not that you guys are just characters or anything. But just, when I came back and I found that I was really worried you’d actually died in barn because you fell on a nail.”

“Yeah well I will be avoiding all barns from now on.”

Thunk. The three of them looked up to where Cas had knocked over a Funko Pop Sam.

“Sorry,” Cas readjusted Funko Sam so he could go back to back to fighting Funko Crowley.

There was an awkward moment of silence as the group processed the revelation of Chuck’s ending. Becky sipped her tea as Cas sat back down next to Dean. Dean looked over to him, their eyes met briefly and they shared a small smile.

“Did I never even ask about Cas?” Sam shook his head breaking the silence. “Like, you come back from fighting Billie and say he’s dead and I just… never question it?”

“Well, none of you seemed very upset about my death in that story.” He turned back to Dean, “You were far more concerned with the pie and the dog.”

“To be fair that was probably the only thing that felt right there – pie is more important.”

Cas rolled his eyes and picked up another biscuit from the tray Becky had brought them. Ever since becoming human again he’d picked up a real sweet tooth. Dean was silently waiting for when Sam would start having a go at him too about healthy diets.

Like hell I’m going because of a rusty nail in a barn, Dean thought, I’m getting killed by a heart attack and Cas’s gonna die of diabetes. Sammy’ll still get to outlive us both though.

“It’d be nice to think Jack is doing that with heaven though.” Sam said, “You know, rebuilding things, making it actually good.”

“I guess we’ll have to see when we get there. Which will not be soon, we fought for a bit of peace and I’m intending to actually enjoy mine.”

“We can just ask him next time he’s home.” Cas added.

Dean shook his head stifling a laugh with his hand, “Can you imagine if we’d made him God I mean- He’s three for crying out loud. He made me buy him a Marvellous Marvin the Talking Teddy three months ago.”

“You bought him that?”

“Wait so Jack didn’t become God?”

“God no, no he’s not God.” Dean plucked the biscuit Cas had just picked up out of his hand and started to eat it, “I mean he is up in heaven, but he’s just helping Michael get things running again with all the angels back from the Empty.”

“I’m confused, so you didn’t kill Chuck?”

“Noash fukind matr-“

“Chuck’s gone, but he’s not dead.” Sam interrupted the garbled explanation Dean was trying to make through a mouthful of cookie. “We found a way to umm- bind him I guess? In his own mind so he didn’t even know it was happening. Rowena and I did the spell and Dean set the trap.”

“I was still as useless as in Chuck’s version.” Cas clarified taking another biscuit to make up for his stolen one.

“Hey, if you hadn’t saved me from Billie we’d all have been toast. You were key.”

“Wait so Chuck’s not human and he’s not dead?”

“No- God I can’t believe he made himself human. I can’t believe we made him human and then said that was a punishment – sorry, no he’s kind of in a uhhh…”

“Alternate universe.” Sam added, “but one just for him. It’s more like an alternative plane of reality inside his own mind where he can write whatever stories he wants and think they’re real but they’re not. They can’t hurt anyone.”

“But he’s God so…. They might be real? He could be making them real.”

Sam twisted his mouth thinking, it was something he’d considered but didn’t want to dwell on.

“Well it’s not us.” Dean declared, “And honestly, if he makes another world with other Sams and Deans and Cas’s and Jacks then they’ll defeat him some other way. Like Inception, but with God!” He grinned at his reference even as the rest of the room ignored him.

Becky leant back in her armchair letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you guys are ok. You too Cas, he was really adamant about killing you off.”

“Dean was very adamant about bringing me back.” Cas looked over to Dean, a soft smile and look of adoration of his face.

Dean blushed, trying to cover it up with a cough. “Yeah well, I had some stuff to say.”

Becky grinned, taking a sip of her tea as Sam suddenly started to find the wallpaper very interesting.

“So, what are you guys going to do know?” Becky asked after the moment had become sufficiently awkward. “I mean no Chuck, no apocalypse, no world to save. Are you going to keep hunting, or…?”

Sam, Dean and Cas looked at each other.

“I don’t know,” Sam said. 

“Honestly, I’m thinking Chuck had it right with the pie festival.”

Becky and Sam laughed at that.

Cas took another biscuit

***

Dean closed the boot of the Impala with a soft thud. Becky had given each of them one of her dioramas she sold on Etsy. It was always a bit weird being reminded that their life was a story that some people liked to collect stuff from for fun but he had to admit the miniature scale replica of Baby she’d given him was awesome.

Sam stood at the door giving Becky a hug and thanking her for the lunch. She hadn’t quite explained to the rest of the family who these three strange large men were that were randomly joining them for lunch beyond “They’re just some Supernatural fans I know from the internet.” Her husband had spent the entire time struggling to believe that lie even moreso after Cas had slightly traumatised one of the kids with an in-depth description of the dangers of invasive wasps to honey bee colonies.

Dean wandered over to where Cas stood beside Sam and Becky.

“Thanks again for checking on us Becky.” Dean said, accepting the hug she gave him.

“Of course, I always knew you’d beat him but it’s good to know for sure.”

“Sure is.” Dean took a step back, “Well I guess we’ll be seeing you?”

“Next Supernatural convention?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Even if there’s a ghost?”

“You do know we’re not the only hunters in America.” 

Becky bit her lip.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she paused, “it’s just, this is exactly how I would have written it.”

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, Dean brows knitted as Cas tilted his head.

“I don’t- not that you had to go through all that. Just that now you can actually take a break. Be normal, do your laundry-“

“-Sam and Dean have always done their laundry. That’s how they clean their clothes.” Cas piped up in confusion.

“-Be happy. Get to actually enjoy living in the world you saved. Have free will and be at peace.”

Dean chuckled, “I mean I’m personally good with never doing my laundry. But you’re right, it’s weird but good.”

“We’ll stay in touch Becky.” Sam said.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

They waved their goodbyes and walked back over to the Impala. Dean got in behind the wheel, Sam in shotgun and Cas in the back.

Turning the key the Impala revved to life. The radio began to sing, the opening chords to Kansas’s Carry on Wayward Song filling the car. 

Dean slammed the radio off.

“God, I think Chuck has forever ruined that song for me.”

Sam laughed, in the back Cas even let out a chuckle as he leant his head against the window ready for the long drive home.

It wasn’t their heaven. Not yet anyway. And that made it so much more.

[gryffindormischief]

Gemeinschaft

A/N: welcome to gryffy does Snape's Worst Memory! (post the memory that is)

FF // Ao3

--

“I just have so many questions.”

Mary strokes Lily’s hair back from her ear softly. Lily can practically smell her mother’s perfume, the only thing missing since a cup of Earl Grey waits on the nightstand.

“So many questions - meaning I shouldn’t have sent him away?”

Lily snorts, achieving that supremely wet and gross laugh that comes with complete and utter devastation. At least her sense of drama is intact. “No, that was the right judgment call,” Lily sighs, “Thank you, by the way.”

“It certainly was a show of self restraint on my part. I genuinely wanted to take Sirius up on his offer.”

Lily pushes herself into a seated position and swipes at her tear streaked cheeks. “What - more taunting?”

“Possible murder, at the very least some sort of serious physical injury, finally making the moving staircases worth it.” Mary holds out a handkerchief and flicks her wand toward the as yet untouched tea, floating it toward Lily.

The saucer nudges Lily’s arm, the china clatters just barely, but she takes the hint and soon her hoarse throat is soothed by warm, milky notes of bergamot. “I appreciate your lack of action, though I’m surprised to note I am slightly disappointed.”

“Does it make you feel better if I tell you I jinxed his left shoe to squeak and take on water?”

Her laugh is infinitesimally closer to indicating genuine happiness, but Lily’s chest still aches. “A bit, yeah.”

“I know you banned certain topics but - ”

“I know James says he’s sorry. I know - everyone’s sorry,” Lily sets her cup down with a clatter, “When do I get to be the one who’s sorry? Who faffs about being somewhere on the spectrum between immature arsehole and complete monster and somehow thinks apologies are enough?”

“Been holding that in I suppose. Not good love.” Mary’s smile is soft, sad. “Remember what you said to me?”

“I’m not holding anything in - look at my pillow! It’s disgusting. My eyeliner is probably run over my cheeks like warpaint.”

“Talking is good too - you said you had questions?”

“I can’t believe you read psychology books for fun,” Lily sighs, “Anyway - yes. I do. But the worst is - I don’t really want to ask them anymore. I’m just - ”

“Angry?”

“So, so angry Mary,” hideously, Lily’s eyes well with tears, “And part of me is so angry because I’m so - devastated. And I don’t want to be.”

Mary presses a kiss to Lily’s forehead. “Don’t move.”

Lily doesn’t move, well aside from practically shouting to be heard across the room and in the loo, “But really - which part was the lie do you suppose?”

The faucet turns on and Lily continues. “Was he ever really my best friend? Was it all some bizzare powerplay?”

Somewhat frantic now, Lily tugs at her hair. “Is this junior Death Eater shit the fake part?” She sighs. “Honestly I don’t care anymore. He’s surrendered the privilege of being cared about by me.”

Mary returns with a damp flannel and eyes Lily from head to toe. “Shoes and tie off. Loosen another couple buttons, get comfy against the pillows.”

Somewhat startled, Lily automatically reverts to defensive humor. “Why Mary - how scandalous I had no idea you harbored such feelings for little old - ”

“Stuff it and do as you're told. It’s time to relax and rid yourself of the remains of this shockingly odious day.”

Lily settles against the pillows and assumes a childish hunch to her shoulders, allowing Mary to wipe away whatever makeup, tears, and snot remain on her face. Once they’re both satisfied she’s cleaned up, Lily shifts to make room for Mary beside her.

“That’s all we’ve got left, right? A good shout, extensive crying, a cup of tea, clean face, now a cuddle.”

Mary offers her shoulder and Lily accepts readily, puffy eyes drooping with sleepiness. “Who do I need but you?”

“Not a bloke,” Mary snickers.

“I have never loved those trick dorm stairs more,” Lily says around a deep slightly shuddered breath.

“Undoubtedly a gift from Rowena or Helga.”

“Aye.”

“Let’s get tattoos, Mary.”

“Sure, Lily.”

Lily lets her eyes drift closed, tension leaving her shoulders for the first time in about 13 hours. “Matching ones.”

Mary hums and her fingers return to Lily’s hair with slow strokes.

“Gryffindor Gals on our arse cheeks.”

“First thing summer hols.”

[nexility-sims]

If you were to write a spin-off about a side character, which would you pick?

this is such a solid question !!!! thank you for asking me 😘♥

first, my current story is itself already a spin-off about a side character, lmao, so i whole-heartedly believe people should ... do that ... when the inspiration strikes. i have had a prequel about zuriñe in the works for like a year now, but i don't think that counts as a "spin-off," necessarily. if i were to create a proper spin-off within a spin-off, then it would be cool to focus on:

prissy ! beatriz's sister is so fun and cute & she'll theoretically get her own interesting subplot in parts iv-v that, ideally, kind of parallels rowena's life in some ways. alas, she is, for the most part, thoroughly a side character.

xochitl vidal deserves a spin-off ashdjkdsgs she's meant to be an antagonist—yet she is ?? superior to all of the main characters ?? and arguably the most serious person in the story ?? she's the premier of the country now ! how did this dirt poor girl from the middle of nowhere do that ! a spin-off or me getting in the weeds of the political subplots would tell us ...

the actual answer is probably blanca, since she goes off and becomes a musician and has a fun life traveling around the country / world (while aunties raise her kids, lmao). she's the first of beatriz's babies to walk away from ~working royal life~ which i feel would also be interesting to write out. that being said, if part v were to actually exist someday, then i imagine some of it would follow blanca in her Coming-Of-Age story. it's less depressing than safya's, anyway ! i think she returns to the fold some decades later, when julian's life is done imploding, she's finally processed safya's death, her father dies, etc.

[bi-bard]

The French Mistake (Part 2) - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: The French Mistake (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Requested: nope

Word Count: 1,746 words

Warning(s): cussing

Summary: (Season 14) A familiar situation is presented to two new members of Team Free Will.

Author's Note: Got this idea while watching an Alexander Calvert panel. Here's a link to that. (I hope it's the right panel)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

------------------------------------

Honestly, I am not sure how we ended up in the situation where Jack and I could've been separated from Dean, Sam, and Cas.

We thought it was a normal witch hunt.

Strange death and hex bags. Basic witch hunt.

We managed to track her to a large house just outside of the small town we were in. Jack and I were just through a set of doors to another room when they slammed behind us.

I heard Sam slam against it, "(Y/n)! Jack!"

"Sam, Dean," I yelled back, tugging on the door handle. "Cas!"

"Hi," Jack and I turned around to see the witch standing in front of us.

I stepped in front of Jack. I aimed my gun at her but before I could shoot, she shouted something I didn't understand and dropped something into a big bowl in front of her.

There was a blast of wind. Jack and I were thrown backward. The doors that had slammed behind us had suddenly opened so we would fly backward and out of the room.

Instead of hitting the hardwood floor, we landed on a mat. A thick mat that broke our fall.

"And cut," we both jumped and looked around the room. Camera, lights, a crew.

"Are you okay," I muttered to Jack.

"Yeah," they mumbled. "What happened?"

"That was great you two," some guy walked over to us. "We're gonna film the guys' scenes now. You two can take a break. Someone will come to get you when we need you back."

I nodded, pretending like I understood an ounce of that before standing up. Jack followed me.

"Where are we," Jack asked.

"Sam and Dean told me about something like this," I said quietly, avoiding as many people as possible. "They got sent to an alternate reality where our lives are just a TV show."

"Like Scooby-Doo?"

"Kinda," I shrugged.

"For the love of God, Alex," we both looked over as we heard someone's exasperated Scottish accent. Rowena... or the woman who plays Rowena... walked over to us. "Leave the poor kid alone!"

"What," we both asked at the same time.

"You don't need to pick fun at Rory all the time."

"Oh, no, no, he wasn't making fun of me," I promised, praying that I guessed who was Alex and who was Rory. "I was... asking about... a scene. We were gonna rehearse together."

She glared at Jack, who shrunk back at her expression, "Don't try anything, got it?"

Jack nodded quickly before the woman started walking away. On the way past me, she grabbed my shoulder, squeezing it lightly. I grinned awkwardly and nodded as a silent thank you.

Jack and I continued walking to the trailers on the set. I was watching the doors.

"Okay, so you're some guy named Alex and I'm someone named Rory," I muttered. None of the doors seemed like they were ours.

"Alex can be short for Alexander, right," Jack asked. I nodded. They pointed to a door a little bit ahead of us.

"Good catch," I replied, speed-walking over. Jack followed close behind me.

The door was unlocked.

"Your's is right next door," they pointed over to it. I nodded.

We both climbed into "Alex's" trailer, closing the door behind us.

"Okay... here's what I know," I explained. "Jared is Sam, Jensen is Dean, Misha is Castiel."

I jumped onto the laptop that had been left charging on a small couch.

"The lady we just met was Ruth... she plays Rowena," I added.

Jack nodded.

"You're name is... Alexander... Calvert... got it," I turned the keyboard around so Jack could look at it. They moved to sit next to me.

"That's you," Jack pointed at one of the pictures on the page.

Alex and Rory were on a stage together, mics in hand. They looked like they were laughing at something. There was a banner behind them and posters with pictures of the people I knew pasted on all of them.

"They must've put up a front in public," I explained.

"How do we get home," Jack asked. "I don't wanna act like I hate you."

"We'll figure this out," I promised, grabbing one of Jack's hands.

They nodded, leaning on my shoulder. They were clearly worried and scared about this.

We had been close since they came to stay in the bunker. We were only friends but being able to comfort each other like this meant the world to both of us. We felt safe and happy this way.

"TV shows have props and such," I said. "Maybe we can find the things that the witch used in that spell. I think I remember what she said."

"Okay," Jack replied.

We put the laptop back and started heading out. I had turned to close the door when I heard Jack speak.

"Hello," I turned around to see them waving at Cas- Misha.

"Really in character today, huh," I had to stop my face from reacting to Misha's voice. It was higher than Castiel's.

Misha grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from Jack.

"Ruth seemed concerned about you," he explained. "You alright?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Alex and I were looking over our next scene."

"Was it the confession scene? I know kissing scenes can awkward... especially when you hate someone."

My eyes must have gone wide before I could stop myself.

"Did you forget about it," Misha chuckled.

"I guess my days were switched up," I shrugged.

"Happens to the best of us," he replied before pulling me into a hug. "Don't be afraid to put your foot down, alright?"

"Alright," I chuckled before stepping back with a smile.

"Don't do anything stupid, you two," he called as he walked off.

"What was he talking about," Jack asked.

"What scene we were rehearsing," I muttered, confused. Confession scene? Had I missed something? "I wanna look at something."

I jogged to the door for my (?) trailer. I pulled the door open and started looking around. I needed to know from Rory's perspective. How bad had things gotten on set?

Jack picked up a script that was left on a table while I reached under a couch cushion. I pulled a journal out of it.

"Not so different," I muttered, standing up and opening the pages. Place the journal near where you rest the most.

Dates and times and descriptions and quotes.

Some were nice with the other guys but whenever Alex was mentioned, it was resentful? That may not be the right word but I don't have a better one.

"They really hate each other," I mumbled. Jack walked over, reading over my shoulder. I frowned for a moment before a lightbulb went on. "We can fix this!"

"What," Jack asked. "How?"

"A little bit of lying," I muttered. I found a printer in the trailer and grabbed two pieces of paper.

Two letters. I would've let Jack write one but I know that they tend to write their 'k's backward.

"What are you writing," they looked over my shoulder.

"Apologies," I replied. "If they both think the other wants to make amends, it may work."

Jack seemed confused as to why I was doing this.

"I can't imagine a world where I hate you... any version of you," I explained. They blinked a few times before grinning a little and looking down.

I finished the letters a little while later.

I handed the one to Rory over to Jack. I held onto the one for Alex.

With a little bit of planning, we managed to make it look like Alex and Rory left each other letters without being aware of each other.

After that, we ran off to find the props.

We got lucky.

The ingredients from the bowl with labeled with scene names. Jack had gotten the name of the scene from the script that had been sitting in my trailer.

We laid the bowl on the ground, placed most of the ingredients in it, and I held the last one in my hand.

Just as I went to move, I heard footsteps behind us.

"Rory," it sounded like Misha.

"Shit," I muttered. "Please work."

Grabbed onto Jack's hand, hoping that the Nephilim power will help us.

I yelled out what I remembered the witch yelling before dropping in the last ingredient.

The wind picked up again. Jack and I were sent flying backward, going through the doors to the prop room. We hit the hardwood floor and immediately jumped up.

"We did it," I yelled when I realized we had made it back to the witch's house. "Jack! We did it!"

I pulled them into a tight hug. They hugged me back, smiling widely.

After a few seconds, I leaned back a little and kissed their cheek.

"Jack," I said softly.

"Yeah," they asked, arms still around my waist.

I sighed, relaxing, "Nothing... just... we'll talk about it later."

"(Y/n)," Dean ran into the room. I stepped back from Jack so he could pull me into a tight hug. "We've been looking for you everywhere!"

Sam and Cas were standing behind him.

"We were sent to another world," I explained as I stepped back. "The one where our lives were a TV show?"

"Really," Sam asked. I nodded. "What was it like?"

"Cas's voice was higher," Jack noted immediately. I chuckled.

"The actors who play Jack and me... they hated each other," I looked down for a moment. "We tried to fix it."

"How," Dean asked like he thought we did something stupid.

"Just a letter... that's all," I held my hands up. "Can we go home now?"

We were walking out and talking when I looked over at Jack. They were already looking toward me. I grinned and blushed before looking down. If Jack did the same, I didn't see them.

Maybe there was something to that confession scene Misha told me about.

--Third Person P.O.V--

Alex and (Y/n) both stepped out of their trailers at the same time. Both of them were confused and feeling a little out of it. It felt like the last day or so had been a dream.

They both remembered the letters. The one sitting just inside their doors.

The two of them looked at each other and, after a moment... grinned.

Not the usual taunting smirks or the sickeningly sweet smiles that were saved for fans. They were real, genuine grins.

A sign of good faith; I'll start over if you will.

------------------------------------

Masterlist

What I Write For

Request Guidelines

Musical Prompts

Small Moments With…

When Worlds Collide (Doctor Who Crossover Series) Masterlist

Some Original Characters

folklore/evermore Writing Challenge (and Masterlist)

[myloversgone]

Drabble - The perks of wearing glasses

Author’s notes: Hey, guys! I recently rewatched 12x15 “Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell”, and the highlight of the episode for me is Dean Winchester wearing glasses. So I had an idea and decided to write a little drabble about it. I hope you enjoy! 

Warnings: language.

Parings: Dean x reader (but barely)

“Oh, god, I look like a grandpa!”, Dean exclaimed, looking at himself in the broken mirror on his bedroom.

Sam was at the door, watching his older brother and trying not to laugh at Dean’s drama. “C’mon, Dean, we’re gonna reverse the spell. Just give Rowena a few days”.

The Winchester brothers had been hunting a witch when Dean was hit by a spell that damaged his sight. For this reason, he would have to wear glasses so he could see properly until Rowena could find a way to reverse the spell. She was already working on it, but the magic was unfamiliar to her, which meant it could take a while, which was exactly what was scaring Dean.

“What if it takes her a full month, Sam? Or even more than that! You think chicks gonna dig me? Fuck, I look even older than I already am”. Frustrated, Dean ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the mirror and making a face, disapproving his own image.

“Dude, chill! Girls are gonna think you’re smart, intellectual. Seriously, don’t worry”, Sam said, actually surprised at how the situation affected Dean, but still finding it funny. 

Mumbling something unintelligible, the older Winchester left the room not convinced by his brother’s attempts to calm him down.

----------------------

Two days later

Rowena was nowhere near finding a way to reverse the sight damaging spell, so Dean had to resort to his favorite method of trying to clear his mind off of his current problem: drinking.

That’s why he was sitting at a bar two towns away from Lebanon, hoping he wouldn’t ran into someone who knew him and would make fun of his new “grandpa look”, as he called it.

Drinking from a beer bottle, Dean was dristracted texting Sam about a possible case, when the barman placed a glass of whisky on the counter right in front of him. “Courtesy from that lady over there, pal”, the man explained, when Dean was about to say he hadn’t orderer another drink.

You were sitting at the far end of the bar, and when Dean looked in the direction the barman had pointed, you nodded and smiled at him. 

You’ve been watching Dean since he arrived. Tall and broad, the man had the most handsome face you’ve ever seen. Big green eyes and full lips, not to mention that his jaw could probably cut glass. The fact that he wore glasses only made him look more atractive to you. You found it very, very charming. 

He looked a little older than you, but you decided to buy him a drink and give it a try. You really had nothing to lose. Having just ended a crappy relationship, you deserved at least one fun night with a hot guy.

Dean, on the other hand, looked at you and seemed very surprised, even looking over his shoulder to make sure your nod wasn’t directed to another man. Still, he got up and decided to sit next to you and ask why you’ve send him a drink.

“Well, you look like a nice guy. I mean, you don’t seem like the psycho type, and you’re handsome, so I thought I’d give it a shot”, you answered shrugging, the alcohol making you more uninhibited. 

Furrowing his brow, Dean stared at you like you’re crazy. “You-you think I’m handsome? Not old or something? I mean, the glasses-”

You scoffed, interrupting him. “Have you looked at youself? Yeah, you’re probably older than me, but so what? You’re far away from being old, old. And I totally dig the glasses”, you gave him what you hoped was a sexy smile.

“You do?” Dean asked with a smirk. “Well, thank you, sweetheart. You’re very beautiful yourself. My name’s Dean”, he introduced himself, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Dean”, you replied, blushing at his compliment.

“Pleasure ‘s all mine. How about I buy you a drink and you tell me what is that you like so much about glasses, huh?”, he winked at you, already signaling to the barman, his eyes gleaming with the promise of an unforgettable night.

[billiewena]

since I never made a post for these, here are all of MY ideal endings for sam (and how I would do them) that I spite-wrote after a coworker told me about how perfect his finale was <3

HUNTER NETWORK ENDING: Sam establishes an official network for the American hunters, leading a new generation of hunters as the antithesis of John Winchester. One of the final shots is a montage of all the hunters working and saving people all across the country, proving the Winchesters are no longer alone in the world.

SAMWITCH ENDING: Sam becomes a full-fledged witch thanks to all the magic supplies he inherited from Rowena and blends hunting/witch shenanigans. He can still be powerful but now he gets to choose where that power comes from. Okay this is basically Goldenrod Revisions, leave me alone.

SEPARATE WAYS ENDING: Sam and Dean both alive but living / hunting apart, going their separate ways like a parent and child who is finally leaving the nest. Sam gets the independence he always wanted while also getting to keep his brother in his life, because this is the ultimate proof that Dean trusts him. For the first time, they can move on without the reason being the other is dead. They no longer doubt they will always be there for each other even if they’re not living under the same roof anymore. The episode ends with Sam breaking into Dean’s [insert post-finale residence of choice here] in a callback to the pilot, saying he was in the area for a hunt. The last lines are Sam asking if he wanted to reunite for the hunt for old’s time sake and Dean saying “looks we got work to do.”

PODCASTER ENDING: Sam starts a podcast about the supernatural discussing urban American legends, myths, and mysteries that also helps viewers know what to look for and maybe even teaches them to defend themselves. Some take it as fiction, some use what he tells them to save their lives. It hits the top of the paranormal/mystery charts. The Ghostfacers, whose attempt to get into podcasting failed, ARE livid.

THEY BOTH DIE AT THE END: Sam and Dean both die in a blaze of glory, sacrificing themselves to defeat Chuck and bring back the rest of the world. They both get a moment to say an emotional goodbye to Jack and to each other. The two get a massive hunter’s funeral where all the past hunters come to mourn them and talk about their impact. Jody’s speech probably makes us cry. They get to Heaven at the same time, where they are greeted by all their past friends and family at the Roadhouse. On Earth, they live on forever as urban legends and heroes.

SAM & ROWENA ENDING: Sam says #FuckHeaven and spends his afterlife in hell as the consort to Queen Rowena, drinking margaritas all day, living his best life and stopping any demon uprisings in their tracks. Anytime they give him a hard time, he reminds them that he was Azazel’s boyking and they’re just Random Demon #489. What are THEY doing with their life.

SAM & EILEEN ENDING #1 - MARRIED HUNTER LIFE EDITION: Sam and Dean both survive and continue to hunt / live together, except now Eileen and Castiel are around and live in the bunker with them too after Cas was saved in [insert Empty rescue scenario of your choice.] Sam has some deja vu to the vision he had of all four of them living together in 15x09. He realizes that this is actually real and not a vision; that they are actually together, at peace and beat Chuck. The episode ends with them going to have the movie night that they never got to have in the vision. As Eileen takes his hand to go to the movie room, you see two engagement rings on their hands. Sam realizes that his journey may have started with losing Jessica but he found love again, and that while once upon a time all he and Eileen wanted was revenge, they’ve finally both found peace.

SAFE HOUSE ENDING: Sam starts a trauma center/safe house situation for hunters and ex-monsters to recover and heal, dedicating his life to proving that no one is beyond saving and everyone can redeem themselves and defy fate like he had. Mia Vallens, the shapeshifting grief counselor, is on payroll.

SAM IS THE AUTHOR NOW ENDING: Sam narrates the finale the same way Chuck did for the original series finale "Swan Song", further proving that they are now in control in their story. We get Sam's POV as he tells us what happened to all the other hunters and side characters, as well as him and his brother, with flashbacks from all fifteen seasons and young Sam & Dean growing up together. The episode ends with the reveal that Sam actually finishing the journal entries for the Winchester family's edition of the Men of Letters Bestiary, putting the finishing touches on some monster entries and his own personal anecodotes. He treats the Bestiary like a journal, in a callback to After-School Special where Sam almost became a writer and wrote about his and his family's hunting stories.

BABY JACK ENDING: Sam raises Baby!Jack after he is de-aged and “falls” to Earth in the same fashion the angel Anna once did. Baby!Jack wears overalls that don’t say his name in giant letters because Sam is a good parent who would never do that to his child. The two have a happy life as an adopted father/son duo who defied everything Lucifer and Heaven wanted them to be.

SAM & EILEEN ENDING #2 - EUROTRIP EDITION: Sam going on a year-long vacation around the world now that he has a cool Irish girlfriend who is not afraid of planes, leading to a fun exploration of the supernatural in foreign countries. Who is Dean.

DOG SHELTER OWNER: Sam owns a dog shelter and gets to walk at least ten dogs a day. Jack helps out and Miracle is the HBIC. Life is good.

CHUCK WINS ENDING: Sam lives and Dean dies, Sam throws a funeral for him that no one attends but him and a dog, and moves to the suburbs to live a generic white picket fence life with an unidentifiable wife. As a montage of Sam’s life plays, the camera pans away what looks like a computer and Chuck’s old office. A string of quotes can be heard in the background (“we’re just hamsters running around in a cage” “what would you rather have: peace or freedom?” “I can do anything...I’m a writer” “We will never give you the ending that you want / We’ll see”). The final shot is Jack, dressed in Chuck’s clothes and glasses and using his mannerisms, typing away at a typewriter. He writes “The End” but punctuates it with a question mark instead of a period. His computer screen and our TV screen both go black.

[mcrcki]

here i am three days late with a post event starter call/plotting call/all around ramble for me to explain my plan ???? is this mostly for me so i know what i’m doing? yes. do you get starters out of listening to me ramble for a paragraph? also yes. so, win-win. but you know normal starter call/plotting rules !! please like for plots ,, and if you are requesting a starter please SPECIFY or else i will not be completing the request. i do also ask that you do not ask for more than 3 requests per writer cause my brain is a mess and i wanna keep my sanity xoxo

as for what i’m doing with replies ; i will honestly just be keeping or dropping things as i get them back, it’s gonna just depend on muse/if the thread was plot heavy. but if i end up dropping a thread that you really wanted, please let me know! otherwise, i am more than happy to write a new starter, or we can turn meme replies into a thread! but most event stuff i’ll be working through dropping or transitioning! the only character i am dropping all pre-event threads with is sella palpatine, as she was made unaware!

anyways !!! i think that’s all my house keeping bs????? here’s my connections page, and here’s a starter call now , ✨as a treat✨ 

leia organa || star wars || 1 / 5

honestly leia never thought she would be so relieved to feel the force again? while she had some fun with that new power, she is more relieved than anything to finally be able to feel her family again. not having that connection to them had her on edge so now it’s just business like usual. except for when she finds out about her sister xoxo

tenel ka djo ( alex )

lin || spirited away || 0 / 5

lin’s kinda chill about all of this? sure, she’s a little freaked out that this city can randomly just do shit like that? and she’s suspicious that this city might not be the human world like chihiro has been saying, but really she’s just happy to be herself again. although it was nice to be done with work so quickly.

your starter here :)

marlene mckinnon || harry potter || 0 / 5

never has marlene been so fucking elated, she could cry being able to do just a simple accio, please. best day of her life. she never wants to be without her magic again. though, she’s gonna be p stressed when she hears about james, she would love if her friend group could all remember each other for like 3 consecutive months please. she’s just happy she can make coffee again

this slot looks empty without you

omega archeron || star wars || 1 / 5

lowkey kinda annoyed. she was really vibing with her new power, was hoping somehow she could maybe keep them and be able to actually help her family. feels a little like a fraud now, having a hard time adjusting to just being normal omega again. gonna be a little bummed for the next few days honestly, just except moody teen vibes

jolyne kujo ( elle )

pj halliwell || charmed ‘98 || 1 / 5

on one hand, thank god, powers are back she’s safe, her family’s safe everything is normal again. on the other hand, holy fuck what did people do when they had my power??? did anyone fuck up the balance, was there a mistake that someone made with match making? just gonna be a little stressed trying to figure out how to clean everything up, but mostly relieved things are okay

leonard ‘bones’ mccoy   ( alex )

rowena ravenclaw || harry potter || 1 / 5

rowena ravenclaw, button pusher extraordinaire. got herself a little too close to people with these powers, just wanted to do some research, to know more about what’s going on but she’s kinda glad everything is just back to normal now. this city doesn’t feel as simple as it did before and she would like to just have everything feel like somewhat easy again. the time adjustment was almost easier than all of this surging magic.

mary stuart ( swan )

sella palpatine || star wars || 3 / 5

sella’s having kinda of a complete 180 from where she was at at the beginning of the event, mainly due to the fact that you know she was unalived. you can read her updated plot info here ,, but for now, she’s having a complete freak out trying to figure out what the actual kriff her force went??? how do you just lose the force. it’s not like it can just disappear. so she’s having a time, doesn’t know why so many people claim they know her, is just all around having a time and would like to just focus on getting her powers back

mikasa ackerman ( elle )

cullen rutherford ( alex )

elara palpatine ( cherry )

sophie hatter || howl’s moving castle || 0 / 5

if sophie never has to even hear the word ghost uttered again, it’ll be too soon. they are beyond happy to be able to just go about their life like normal again. honestly though, she’s a little shaken still, is kinda jumpy and is having a hard time just letting everything go, so it’s gonna be a few days of just on edge but slowly realizing things are okay again. please, she’s begging : no ! more ! magic !

your name and this dot are a match made in heaven

suki || avatar : the last airbender || 2 / 5

suki’s really sitting here thinking maybe she’s been wrong her whole life and benders in fact have it way worse and being without any powers is better. she’s just glad she doesn’t feel the responsibility of keeping some random kid she didn’t know alive anymore. is just very relieved to be herself again and will probably not be wishing she could have been born a bender ever again 

bea cook ( ellie )

cassie sandsmark  ( elle )

tatum riley || scream ‘96 || 1 / 5

okay so maaaaaybe tatum let the power get to her head. really acted a fool there and is kind of embarrassed, kind of feels terrible. she not used to like not being just the sidekick and got a little power crazy. but she’s trying to make amends, will be doing what she can to make up for it, anything like that. mainly just sending fruit baskets to everyone she fucked with like ‘sorry i didn’t let you have normal emotions, my bad’

sam carpenter ( swan )

[willowbleedsonpaper]

Winter In The Shade V

Part V

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2913

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius’ fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter’s. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: None (?)

Want to know when I post the next part? Add yourself to my taglist!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

“Anything I need to know for the party?” you asked Regulus as you two entered the charms classroom, both sitting in your usual spot while waiting for the rest of the students and the professor to arrive “You know, colors?” you said, raising an eyebrow “Do you want to get matching outfits? Should I be ready to leave at midnight before our carriage turns back into a pumpkin?”

“Pumpkin?” he asked, confused.

“Nevermind.” you waved a dismissive hand in his way, remembering he didn’t even know what a T.V. was. “What I mean is, this party's going to be the last time we see each other for weeks! We need to make it special so I can go back to the memories when the bitter reality hits me and you're not there.” you finished, letting out a dramatic sigh as you placed the back of your hand over your forehead.

Regulus looked at you with concern “Are you being dramatic or serious? I can’t tell.” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes, letting your performance fall as you flew a piece of hair out of your face “You’re not fun.” you grunted “And just so you know, I am being serious.”

“It’s only two weeks, Y/N.” he reminded you “You’ll survive.” He was met with silence, turning to look at you and the angry pout of your lips. He let out a long sigh “You have lived most of your life without me, what’s two weeks?” he asked.

You scoffed, letting your jaw fall as you crossed your arms “I don’t know, you cold hearted man. Maybe two weeks of boredom?” you said, watching as his eyes turned into one of disbelief “Torture.” you added “What am I supposed to do with two weeks by myself?” you asked him.

“What did you do before we became friends?”

Your brain froze at his question, both mind and eyes blank as you stared into the void. Regulus calling your name brought you back and your face turned sour as your eyes focused back on the raven haired boy before you “You are no good influence.” you mumbled sourly.

“Pardon?” he asked, his eyebrows scrunched together as he placed his book down, his attention completely on you.

“Since that day you hit me in the head my entire life revolves around you!” you whispered yelled, watching his shoulders relax as he tilted his head “And don’t try to deny it, we both know it's true.” you said, starting to pick up your things and shoving them inside your bag.

“What are you doing?” he asked, never trying to stop you and instead handing you the things you had placed on his side of the table.

“I, “ you said, placing a hand in your chest as you stood from your chair, looking down at him “am taking space from you. You have consumed my entire life.” you hissed, the urges to laugh coming through as a small smile broke through you every now and then.

Regulus watched you walk a few feet from where he sat, patiently staring at the back of your head with a small smirk “Y/N.” he called, his voice steady and calm “We have class, remember?”

You stopped, sharply turning to face him again from the front of the classroom. You purse your lips, glancing between the door and Regulus. You gave up in the end, letting your shoulders fall and dragging your bag all over the floor until you reached your chair again, falling into it.

Regulus bent down from his chair to pick up your bag from the ground, placing it on the table as he turned to look at you with a small smile “If it makes you feel better,” he said, breaking the silence that had fallen in the classroom “You have consumed my entire life as well.”

Your face broke from the bothered look you had put on, swinging your head so you would be looking at Regulus “It does,” you smiled “We’re attached to the hip.” you said, moving your chair so you would be next to him.

“That’s why we are spending the winter break separate.” he told you, his arm resting around your shoulder “So we don’t get bored and before we end up killing one another.”

You chuckled lightly “The thought had crossed my mind.” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder “That doesn’t mean it won't be difficult to be away from you. You’re my best friend.”

A silence fell all over the room and took you into it, pondering over the fact that a couple of months before you didn’t even acknowledge the existence of the other. You thought fate was funny in that way, friends you made on the first days after starting your life at Hogwarts were now strangers that glared at you from the opposite side of the Great Hall at dinner, people you knew your entire life now strangers you barely knew how to start a conversation with, even greeting them represented a challenge; friends you thought would be there for the rest of your life were now gone.

You had met Regulus months ago and you couldn’t imagine your life without him, and that scared you. The feeling of not being friends with him, of not knowing if you would ever see him again broke your heart and filled you with dread. Sure, you were spending two weeks apart but you knew you would see him once the holidays were over. The thought of losing someone had never made your stomach twist and your heart race quick the way it did when you thought about losing Regulus.

“I think that’s the beauty of us.” he said, capturing your attention immediately “Time is not the core of our friendship, it’s something else.”

You smiled, relaxing against his side as you hummed “Like what?” you asked.

“I don’t know.” he answered honestly “But I will like to find out.”

“Hmm, me too.” you sighed, another peaceful silence taking over the room “Promise me you’ll write.” you said out of the blue, his chuckle vibrating all over his body and through yours.

“You’ve made me promise I’ll write a thousand times now.”

“I don’t mean just these two weeks. Anytime you need something, that we’re away from each other, or if you just saw someone falling and it reminded you of me just… just promise me you’ll write.”

With his heart skipping a beat, Regulus couldn’t believe the words that had just left your mouth, his gaze falling at the top of your head. Never would have he thought you would be scared of him leaving, that you would be scared of losing him as he is of losing you. In his eyes you were so confident, so sure of what you do every single time, you had lost all our friends and because of what. Because of you, he reminded himself.

“I promise.”

Your mouth was left with a bittersweet taste after charms class. It wasn’t every day that you and Regulus got that deep in your conversations. Usually, the matters you talked about were more sarcastic and almost on the humorous side of the aspects of your life; school work and competitions was common as you spent at least an hour of your day glued to the chairs from the library. Deep emotional conversation was just unknown. You knew Regulus didn’t like it, and yet he seemed to be the most comfortable out of the two of you. He might be your best friend but Rowena Ravenclaw knows, you’ll never fully understand him. You’ve made peace with that.

It was the older Black brother you had trouble with.

Charm class was the last one for the day, Regulus having an extra class he worked on late at night that left you with hours for you to exist by yourself. Something you silently thanked as you walked outside the Great Hall after dinner.

Standing on your toes, you moved your gaze over the sea of heads that flowed from the Great Hall, all the chat and laughter making you snap your head in every direction that sounded slightly similar to the one you searched for. The green and yellow of the robes stood out the most, your eyebrows scrunched together as you lowered yourself to your usual height. You started to move, following the students as you held tightly onto your bag. “Where are all the Gryffindors?” you asked inside your head. And that’s when you saw it, the flaring red from Gryffindor robes as they all ran and cheered down the hills. The Quidditch pitch.

*******

Sirius and James had led the Quidditch team to the pitch, their loud cheers and whistles enough to draw the attention of the entire team and drag them down to an unplanned practice. Although they referred to it as a small game to celebrate Friday night, Sirius knew James wanted them to practice.

They were all in the air as soon as they crossed the lines drawn on the grass to mark the limits of the pitch, bags and school work scattered in the ground without a care. Peter and Remus sat on the grass, chatting calmly as they watched their friends play.

“Hey, Remus.” Peter asked, getting a hum from Remus as he never broke his gaze from the Quaffle, “Do you think Sirius likes Y/N?” he asked with the shake of his head.

Remus let out a laugh, head thrown back in the air as he got a few looks from the players “Was it ever a question?” he asked back, turning to Peter.

Peter laughed, the small chuckle dying down as he stared at one single point in the distance “Yeah, that wasn’t really my question.” he said, their hair flying to their faces as the two seekers rushed in front of them after the snitch. They blinked back, following the game without actually paying attention. “Do you think Y/N likes Sirius?”

Remus’ attention broke from the Quaffle, his look thoughtful as he considered it. What were the chances Y/N liked Sirius? Not many, he thought to himself. “I don’t know.” he answered “If I had to guess I’d say no.”

Peter smiled, his eyes scanning the air as he smirked in James’ direction, the act capturing the Captains’ attention as he followed Peter’s gaze “I think she does.” Peter said confidently, “I actually think she was in the crowd tonight.”

“Right.” Remus scoffed.

“Want to bet?” Peter asked, an eyebrow raised in his direction as he extended his hand towards him.

Remus nodded, clasping his hand in Peter’s as he shook it.

The match lasted a good two hours. Both sides of the Gryffindor team started the game as a playful practice that now had them at each other's throats like the red in their robes had turned green at some point during the game. James yells and instructions could be heard over the commotion of the crowd and the team, the tension palpable in the air as the players flew in the air at top speed. They were flashes of red in the eyes of the crowd. In the end, James’ side of the team won. The entire team flying down from their brooms with grins plastered in their faces.

Peter had jumped to his feet as he saw Sirius lowered himself until he walked on the grass, the smirk permanent on his lips as he walked to greet his friends. “Great game.” Peter said, giving a subtle nod in James’ direction as the smirk he had was mirrored in James’ face. Peter patted Sirius in the back as he was in proximity, his hand holding his shoulder as he leaned on his side “Pulling you best moves for the ladies, huh?” he asked.

Sirius laughed, nodding his head when James walked next to them, nudging Peter’s side knowingly.

“Or should we say Lady?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction.

Sirius' face fell, his lips in a line as he recognized the glint in his friends eyes. They didn’t.

“Sirius.” he heard you say, his confused look erased in the blink of an eye as he put on his best smile, turning on his place.

“Hello, darling.” he said, his tone flirtatious.

You smiled briefly, your eyes wandering over all his friends standing too close behind him with expectant eyes. “Hi.” you said to them, all three immediately a mumbling mess as they turned and pretended to fall into deep conversation. You almost wanted to laugh, but you focused on the task at hand “Can I talk to you?” you asked, looking straight into his eyes.

His smile fell momentarily, nodding his head as he made a sign to his friends, who only smiled tightly.

“You little shit.” He heard Remus hiss, making Sirius turn to see James holding Remus back, a smug looking Peter running as fast as he could once Remus got free.

He shook his head with a laugh before he focused on you, following you to a more quiet place, the buzz from the people left behind as you turned to face him “Are you alright?” he asked as soon as you stopped walking.

You let out a breathy laugh “I’m okay.” you assured him, your eyes remaining on him for a second before you recovered your voice, “I wanted to talk about this.” you turned to your side, rummaging through your bag until your fingers felt the soft material of the box, pulling it out and holding it for him to see “You can’t do this.”

He had a confused look on his face, the smirk he usually wore coming back as quickly as it fell “You’re giving me back a rose?” he asked.

You blushed, suddenly feeling stupid for wanting to give it back “No… I mean, yes!” you mumbled, cheeks darker by the second “It’s not the rose, it’s the act.”

“You want me to take back...my actions?”

“I need you to stop.”

He nodded in thought, leaning against one of the wooden posts. He held himself back from teasing you and the red in your cheeks, or the fact that you said need. The only thought in his mind was that you didn’t actually want him to stop.

“So that means you won’t be going to the party with me?” he asked, a fake pout in his lips.

“I have a date.” you said, crossing your arms over our chest.

“You do?” he asked, his back straight as he mirrored your stance.

You ignored his reaction, taking a confident step towards him. You reached for his hand, holding his palm out to you as you placed the box there. “Please, just stop.” you whispered, the volume of your voice enough for him to listen as you stood so close to one another.

He closed his hand over the box, his free hand taking a hold of your wrist as he held it back to his chest, the movement making you stand closer to him “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his eyes looking directly at yours before his gaze roamed all over your face expectantly.

Your heart started to beat hard inside your chest, your feet rooted to the floor as you stood frozen under his eyes. He tilted his head, his thumb moving over the skin in your arm “Do you?” he repeated.

His skin felt warm against yours, the feeling sending electricity all over your arm before it woke you. You shook your hand out of his grasp, taking a step back with wide eyes “That is what I’m asking you. Yes.” you said shakily, holding your arm against your chest.

He tried to suppress his smile, he really tried but in the end he broke in a grin. “I’ll stop.” he stated, looking down to his palm before he connected your eyes once more “I only ask for one thing.”

He didn’t expect you to stay and listen, your jaw clenched as your look turned into a glare “What is it?” you asked harshly.

“Save me one dance.” he said, his voice soft and rid of any teasing or amusement.

“Right.” you scoffed, turning your face to the sky in disbelief. But you were met with silence, making your arms fall at your sides with a questioning look “You’re serious.” you asked, watching the glint in his eyes light up as he smiled. He opened his mouth to talk but you cut him off, lifting one finger right in front of his face “I swear to Godric Gryffindor if you make a joke you’ll be dancing by yourself.” you said harshly.

He bit the insides of his cheeks, letting himself feel the flutter of his heart at the simple gesture of you stopping his joke, like you knew him already. “Do you accept my offer, then?” he asked, offering his hand.

Your eyes lowered to his hand doubtfully “Do you promise you’ll stop?”

He nodded his head softly and you sighed, taking his hand.

What you didn’t expect was the squeak that left your lips as he took hold of your hand, holding it to his lips as he placed a short kiss over your knuckles.

“I’ll see you then, Y/n.” he told you, turning on his place as he went back to the pitch.

“See you.” you mumbled to yourself, staring at him and cursing him for the hurricane of thoughts left in his place. That didn’t go as planned.

TAGS

Skittles

@iwritesiriusly / @trinimalfoyyy / @megaprincesscakes / @lunalovegoodsgirlfriend / @amourtentiaa / @zaidlyn

Marauders

@destourtereaux

Winter in the Shade

@plethoraofpuppies / @dracoissohot / @funravenclaw2002 / @nehireerdogan / @ktyflwr / @lilyevanswhore / @edithsvoice / @medalloway-blog / @falconxbarnes / @blackst0nes7077 / @gabitanaka47 / @padsfirewhisky / @lazzwhile / @lilylikethefl0wer /

If you're name is crossed it means I coudn't tag you :(

[usagis-tsukinos]

Can't We Be Sweethearts? - 5

Read, Comment, or Kudo on Ao3!

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Warnings: None

Words: 1,757

“Sorry, honey, we’re all sold out.” The woman behind the counter frowned, watching as the customer looked around for a moment, looking for anything to buy so she could at least not leave empty handed. “Well, do you know when it’ll be in stock next?” She asked, playing with the watch around her wrist. “Shipment’s supposed to be here Thursday, but there’s no telling if your lipstick was specifically ordered or not. I’m sorry, dear, but we do have other brands you could try out. Why not try Goya or Elizabeth Arden?” But she shook her head, thanking the clerk before heading on out.

How could she be so stupid to lose her favorite lispstick? She tried to think of everywhere she had it, but it’d been a good four days since she last had it. Stopping in her tracks, an idea hit her and- oh no. “Oh, no! I left it in Lucifer’s jacket, didn’t I? Stupid!” She stomped her heel on the sidewalk, causing a few patrons to glance in curiosity as they passed by.

Imagine how she’d feel if she knew she left that thank you note in Lucifer’s jacket, too, seeing as she was too flustered to watch where she was putting it at the time she wrote it. To think it wasn’t even finished and somehow managed to land up in his hands, anyway. Taking a deep breath, she leaned against a telephone pole, her arm shielding her face from the hard bark. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, she stood back straight and looked around her. Between the baseball card shop and the brand new nail salon, stood Rowena Macleod’s Occult Store.

If you ignored the obnoxious ramblings of her son Fergus, Rowena was rumored to be a witch who sometimes helped lonely girls in town with a good luck charm or the occasional love potion. Fergus, though, barely went by his birth name and was a business student at one of the Universities just outside of town. Townsfolk made fun of him behind his back for thinking he could fool everyone into believing he’s going to be a Big, Scary, Business Man one day, as if he wasn’t going to live on Rowena’s dime forever. She was pretty sure he didn’t even have any friends, seeing as his ego made him absolutely insufferable most of the time, and no one wanted to listen to him ramble about how he was going to buy the whole town one day.

I’ll go in another day, she thought, walking past the crystal lights and the window displaying pentagrams and tarot decks for sale. Even though it was her day off, she decided to stop by the perfume shop and see how the girls were doing. The shop was open from about 9:00 A.M. to 7 P.M., open Monday and Wednesday through Sunday and had more than just her, Eileen, and Bela working there. Most of the girls were part timers but those three held the store down the most as full timers. Walking in she was almost immediately greeted by old lady perfume and had to take a moment not to cough into her sleeve.

Clearing her throat she walked around, greeting Bela at the counter as Eileen stood at the other end of the store with another girl, helping a young woman out as she tried to pick out a nice scent for a date. They stood at the counter, Bela leaning against it on her forearms, as they spoke. Mainly about whether they were going to get busier or if the weather was going to get colder for the month of March or stay where it was. It wasn’t too chilly, the air staying at a nice 67 degrees. “Did you lose your lipstick?” Bela asked, seeing her coworker bare lipped for a change, strange to see her without her favorite lipstick on.

“Yeah, I- I don’t know where it’s at.” She half lied, watching the crowd to avoid Bela’s stare. It was only a half lie because she’s not sure what Lucifer did with it. Did he throw it away? Did he keep it in case he saw her again so he’d give it back?

“I’m going to go get something to eat, do you need anything?”

“No, have fun with Lucifer.” Bela smiled.

“You don’t know if I’m going to the diner.” “Okay, then where are you going?” She walked away without an answer, causing Bela to laugh and wave goodbye.

Walking into the diner, she was surprised by just how busy it was. Her eyes immediately searched for Lucifer, finding him as he came out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his jeans. He made his way back to his booth before a little blonde woman came and stepped in front of him, blocking his way. She watched as Lucifer looked annoyed on impact and tried to get away, surprised when this woman grabbed his hand and the direct feeling of jealousy that caused but seemed to stay at bay due to her new friend’s reactions. Lucifer laid in the booth as he always did, but seemed to be doing so to where she couldn’t sit next to him.

“I’ll just sit across from you!” She moved to do so before Gabriel swooped in behind her and took the window seat, Lucifer putting an unlit cig in his mouth as he stretched his arms across the table and booth seat again.

“Seat’s taken.” He said, muffled by the cigarette. Lilith glared. “Why are you so mean to me?” “I’m not mean to you, Lilith, I just think you’re annoying and treating you how I feel about you: like an annoyance.”

“But-” Lilith crouched down, holding onto the table as though she were trying to whisper to Lucifer, “We had-” “The hell we did. That never happened and you know it.” Lucifer sat up, picking Lilith up by the back of her shirt and standing her up straight. “Now go, I’m waiting on someone.”

Still standing by the door, she stood in shock at the whole process. Lucifer couldn’t possibly be waiting for her, could he? She didn’t want to get her hopes up, trying not to bump into Lilith as the blonde continued to pout and Lucifer was easily getting more annoyed with her the longer she stood there. Making eye contact, Lucifer almost smiled, pointing at her as he resumed his position of laying down in the booth. “She’s here, now scram.” Lilith turned to her side, looking at her before leaving in a huff. She looked around for a moment, choosing the seat next to Gabriel that was clearly meant for her as she placed her purse on the table.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked Gabriel softly as Lucifer excused himself to go smoke outside. Gabriel shook his head, “No, he said he wanted to talk to you.” “Talk to me?” “Yeah, but hey,” his voice went low, “Did you write Lucifer a love letter?” He smiled and her face went red, “Not- not exactly! Why do you think I wrote Lucifer a love letter?”

“Well,” Gabe moved a little closer to her, “After you left the other day, he pulled a note out of his pocket-” “Oh, God! Oh, no. I meant to throw that away!” She buried her face in her hands.

“He didn’t seem upset? It’s not that big of a deal. I mean, it’s a step in the right direction.” “What direction?” She looked at her, even more confused. “Well, you like Lucifer, right?” She shook her head, not another person on her back about this. “It’s not what you think,” She tried to explain, “I just wanted to write him a thank you note for being so kind to me lately, that’s all!”

“Well, I don’t know what you wrote, but he wouldn’t let me read it.” Thank God, I’d never hear the end of it. The door opened again, Lucifer coming back in to sit across from the two of them, “Gabriel, leave her alone. You look like you’re scheming and I don’t want you dragging her into any one of your stupid pranks.” Gabriel glared, “I was just asking her a question, you big lug.” “What’d you call me?” Lucifer leaned forward, clasping his hands together before Gabriel made a face and motioned for her to let him out so they could talk in peace.

After she sat back down, he reached into his pocket, but not quite taking something out as his hand stayed in his under shirt pocket for a moment, “I think you left something in my jacket the other day?” Her face fell, “Lucifer, I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to read that note–” He took out the lipstick she left and she gasped, holding it immediately, “I didn’t even realize until today I left it with you! Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing, but uh. Here you go.” He reached in again, grabbing the last tube of lipstick she couldn’t find earlier from his shirt pocket, showing her the brand new tube. “They said I bought the last one.” She stared at him for a moment in disbelief, also taking it into her hands slowly, “You bought the last one?”

“Yeah.” He said like it was nothing.

“Lucifer, do you know how much these cost?” Lucifer, shrugged, clearly not caring about the price, “It was maybe $30? Wasn’t a big deal, your old one looked like it was gonna fall apart if you used it one more time. So I figured out who it was and bought it.”

Almost looking as though she was going to cry, she held the lipsticks to her chest, this was so nice of him! Didn’t he see how kind he was being by doing this? Lucifer leaned forward, “I don’t wanna hear any of that crap that you have to pay me back for this.”

“But Lucifer-” “No.” “Thirty dollars!” She whispered, still in shock.

“Don’t even think about it!” He whispered back, pointing a finger before leaning back in his seat as Michael came over to say hello. She placed the lipsticks inside her purse, watching Lucifer for the rest of the meal, Gabriel leaving for work. As he left, Lucifer looked over at her, saying as though it’d been on his mind for a moment, “You really think I have beautiful eyes?” She blushed, covering her face without an answer, causing him to smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”