#and then when cas comes back it realizes it wants a kingdom it has a kingdom it can BE something and it wants cas to be its king

[shallowseeker]

The irrationality of awakened feelings

Theory: The Empty is little bit in love with Cas.

When The Empty took on Cas's "little thoughts," it became something. It ALSO a la Amara, got a weird connection to Cas.

It...."felt everything that you feel."

And now? The Empty is tormented by its own awakened feelings, and it cannot sleep.

At some points, it knows perhaps that it may be in love with him, but it's ANGRY about that. (Whereas Amara "would never hurt Dean," all the Shadow wants to do is hurt Castiel.)

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That's ALSO why it took on Meg's face in the end. (It's cognizant of its own emotions that it's jealous. Jealous enough that it doesn't want to try to BE Dean.)

Because, reasons.

It wants to be an Individual, and well. Meg took on the face and name of another, and The Empty resonated with that aspect.

It doesn't know what to do with It all.

It doesn't know how to be an individual or parse those emotions.

So, it covets. It rages.

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

It was all yellow

A/N: The queen herself, @cas-kingdom, has come up with a wonderful idea for a new story and I have happily tried to spin some words around it. Here is the outcome. Benedict wants to paint a portrait of you, his little sister. It's not an easy task...

“You moved.”

“Did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“Did not!!”

“Yes. You. Did! Your foot was much further to the right a mere half a minute ago.”

“Ugh!” Slumping in on yourself, you groaned in frustration and tried to inch the tip of your foot back to the spot you had shifted it from. “Better?”

At the hint of boredom in your voice, Benedict lowered his palette and looked up from his canvas. His raised brows and the lopsided smile clearly assembled to say ‘I told you so’.

“You know, I warned you that this would take a while, but you were adamant on going through with it.” Blue paint drippled on his forearm and you had to fight the urge to look around and search for a blue object he could possibly have decided to capture on his portrait of you – there was nothing remotely blue about you.

“Did I complain?” You sneered, your lips curling into a pout, when your brother started laughing meaningfully in response to your question. His glowing eyes widened and he nodded his head quite vigorously.

“Oh, you complain! You’ve been complaining for the past hour or so. Not verbally. But when I look into your eyes, I can see it. All the ways you’re currently considering to kill me – painfully.” Your brother had to chuckle at his own words, as he lowered his tools and his gaze back upon the painting he was working on. And you deflated with a loud sigh.

When your brother had presented to you his wish to paint a portrait of you, you had been overjoyed. You had seen his paintings of Eloise and Anthony, the detail of which had impressed you immensely. Benedict had such a talent for his art that you were sure to one day encounter at least one of his creations in a renowned museum. Perhaps, you realized with growing gloom, it would not be his momentary work in progress, judging by the way he kept furrowing his brows.   

„You know,” he started carefully, confirming your concerns with the tone of his voice, “I‘m quite certain this would be more enjoyable for both of us, if you were actually having… fun!“ Benedict claimed, the last word dropping from his lips as if he were failing at spitting a cherry stone. You raised your brows at him, knowing full well that he knew how very humorous it was to be seated on a chair for several hours, with no permission to move even an inch. 

„Can‘t you just paint me from memory?“ You groaned, obeying with grinding teeth when a tilt of his head reminded you to remain in your posture. 

„If I say no,“ he answered slowly, as he squinted his eyes at you while carefully touching the brush back to the surface of his work-in-progress, „is it going to hurt your feelings?“

With a sigh you tried not to turn your head to look out of the window. „I suppose not.“

Benedict continued working in silence for a while, before he spoke again. „I would never get it all right from memory. In fact I am struggling already with you seated right here, in front of me.“ He sighed, almost sounding frustrated, his paintbrush sprinkling his hair when he moved his hand to grab his forehead. Your features softened in surprise. The urge to look for the window was gone, replaced by a deep wish to get a closer look at your brother‘s face. You‘d never noticed how different he looked when he was working. Less humorous, more serious, focused up to the very last movement of his paintbrush. It was fascinating, but not fascinating enough to turn you into a more cooperative model.

„In all earnesty, I can simply not get this right!!“ 

Surprised, you opened your mouth, when Benedict suddenly growled and stalked around his canvas to come to a halt a mere step away from you.

„Are your eyes green or grey … or yellow?“

“Yellow?!”

He looked awfully serious when he bent forward, his hands on his thighs, inspecting your face while almost touching the tip of your nose with his own. Still, there was a small speck of humour in the way he pursed his lips. You had jolted involuntarily at his approach and were now too proud give him what he wanted, quickly deciding to close your eyes and keep them firmly shut. Besides, you were rather in the mood to vex your brother after he had teased you incessantly for almost an hour about your unwillingness to remain still. If he couldn’t even remember your eye-colour from memory, you were clearly in the right to make this hard for him.

“Ohh,” you heard him murmur once your eyes had fluttered shut, his smirk audible in his voice, “Very well, then. I like a challenge!”

Your stomach dropped, when you realized that closing your eyes had a consequence:  you could no longer see Benedict and knowing him, there was a 99% probability he would take advantage of that. Time to act indifferent. Which proved difficult enough, judging by the way you almost instantly started to bounce your leg up and down.

You could hear the shifting of your brother’s clothes when he was getting back to a standing position. He took a few steps around you, before stopping right behind you. His hands came down on your shoulders rather roughly, startling you enough to make you jolt violently – you had to suppress a panicked giggle. “Let’s start with your hair then!” He said lightly, mischief colouring every syllable. “I mean what would you say? Isn’t it rather reddish? With a few specks of grey?”

Well, that was blunt. With a gasp, you moved your arms to cross them before your chest. “If you think, this is vexing me, I must disappoint you!”

Benedict chuckled, taking your braid in one hand to tug at it lightly. “I’m serious. If I paint your portrait, we will have to remain true to the facts.”

Grumbling vaguely, you pulled your head away from him. “That’s a hard thing to do with a colourblind artist!”

Your brother gasped loudly, before incredulous laughter started to shake his form behind you. “Oh, that’s it! Will you open your eyes, or will I have to make you?”

A shudder chased down your body, when ten cold fingers sneaked under your chin and started tickling lightly over your neck. High-pitched titters broke free from you immediately, while you moved your shoulders up to your ears in an attempt to protect the sensitive skin.

“That’s not fair!!”

“You want to talk about what’s fair?” Benedict chuckled, his fingers doubling their efforts, producing inhuman squeals from your lungs. “I believe it would be very fair to not hinder the artist’s work, especially when they are in the process of painting a portrait of you!”

You doubled over when your brother’s fingers moved from your neck to your sides, beginning to tweak them incessantly, forcing you to burst out laughing harder. Contrary to Benedict’s motivation, his methods only made you close your eyes more decidedly than before. Instinctively, since your laughter and the ticklish sensations didn’t allow any other reaction.

“STOP!!” You squeaked, trying to get up and off the chair, but failing when your brother wrapped an arm around your middle to keep you where you were. “PLEASE, BEN!!!”

“Will you let me work?” He growled, his smirk audible in his voice and dangerously close to your neck. Quickly you tried to block his approaching face with your shoulder, but he managed to blow a mean raspberry under your ear before you were successful.

“NO!” You shrieked, cackling helplessly in his ticklish grip, your fingers curling into his forearm uselessly.

“You won’t??” He gasped and laughed at your demise when you made an undignified noise after realizing that your reaction to being raspberry-attacked had sounded like a response to his question. “Guess I’ll just keep tickling then,” He concluded with a shrug you could feel at your back where his chest was trapping you from behind. His teasing only made it harder to control your laughter, effectively deepening it and making it more endearing to your brother. You knew how much he loved it when you laughed – he loved everyone’s laugh and he was, at the Bridgerton house, a very successful and reliable source of mirth.

In that very moment, he was once again succeeding, as you could barely talk through your breathless laughter. You were inches away from tumbling off the chair – but your brother kept you just in the upright position it took to prevent you from falling; which didn’t mean that he ever stopped tickling you. Eventually you slammed your hand down on his to signal defeat and underlined it by shrieking out: “I WILL!! I WILL LET YOU WORK!!”

“Splendid!” The ticklish sensations were gone almost instantly and you were allowed to catch your breath and cover your sides with your elbows. With an unconvincing glare, you turned around on your chair to signal your brother how very annoying you thought him to be. His huge self-congratulating smile made the conviction behind your annoyance hard to maintain.

“Since when are artists allowed to torture their poor helpless portraits?” You pouted, turning back around to prevent him from seeing your slight amusement.

With the brightest grin, your brother settled down before you, his elbow propped up on your thigh and his head posed lazily on his palm. Those blue eyes were filled with so much love that there was no way you could have stayed mad at him for long.

“There are exceptions for artists who paint their little sisters.” He responded, giggling when you gave him a forceful slap on the head. The soft delighted expression on his features eventually got the better of you and you gave in to your own smile with a roll of your eyes.

“Have you now positively convinced yourself that my eyes are not yellow??” You laughed, your hands shooting towards him to playfully poke at his upper body in a small attempt at revenge. Joyful cackles shook him as he shifted away from you, stumbling back into a standing position and grabbing a hold of your wrists. He lifted one eyebrow in an offering of an armistice which you agreed to by lowering your hands. With a yet again softening gaze he tilted his head to the side.

“I see it now.” Shortly he moved his hand to your head to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face. The affection in the gesture made your heart feel warm inside your chest. “Now your eyes are exactly as I wanted to paint them. Happy.”

Your little-sister-instinct made you wish to roll your eyes at that comment, but in the end you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead you shook your head at your brother and shooed him back to his canvas with a movement of your hand. “Well, get going then, will you? Before my mood changes yet again!”

Obliging happily, Benedict strolled back to his working place, while you were trying to get into the position you’d been in for the past hour or so. With a smile you answered your brother’s quizzical look in your direction, his own lips mimicking your expression. A convivial silence fell over the two of you as he continued painting and suddenly it wasn’t all that hard anymore to sit still. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed when he suddenly took a step back from the portrait and raised his hands in a sign of defeat.

“No,” He simply said and shrugged, his head moving from right to left.

“No?” You answered in disbelief, your smile falling from your lips as you sat up straighter. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“No, (Y/N), I’m sorry, this will not work. We will have to start over entirely. You’re still free for five more hours, right?”

Speechlessly you just stared at him and his slowly forming grin. Then you bolted. He was wheezing with laughter as you chased him through the study in a temperamental outrage, until he managed to raise his hands and appease you with the words that he’d been joking and that he was, in fact, done with the painting.

When you saw it, your breath hitched. He hadn’t simply painted you in all detail, getting all the colours and proportions right and making it impossible not to recognize yourself. He had painted his little sister and the love he had for you spoke through every single brush of paint that was visible on the canvas.

“What do you think?” He asked, his voice sounding much more serious and much more fragile now than before.

With tears in your eyes you turned around, your smile lighting up his own face.

“I love you!” was all that you could say, before jumping into his arms and forcing him to catch you. He hummed into your hair as you smoothed your cheek against his chest. “Thank you!”

He didn’t have to answer “I love you”. He’d poured that declaration into his painting already.

[caramelstarlight]

Reunited with you

Recently I have 5A’d one of the best girls in cookie run kingdom…

Caramel Arrow Cookie!!!

(She deserves a magic buff. She’d prob get arcane but my parfait is eating them all help.)

And so since I love her so much I decided to make this in celebration! YAYYYYYAYYAAYYAY

CA x G/N Reader (Dark cacaos left/right hand. You’re his left hand when Caramel arrow is his right. Your his right if affogatos is his left) (A healer cookie but also fights and provides advice.)

Plot of 13-14. Where she got banished and stuff. Reuniting with you YIPPIEEEEEEEE (oh and war can’t forget that)

(Also for the ones waiting for my Tighnari book, I’ll be updating it someday.hehehehe)

At the time of making this it’s FALL BREAKKK

so yeah I have a week to do whatever requests you guys want send them over!

I’ll also be doing a Tighnari x Kirby obsessed reader (BECAUSE I LOVE KIRBYYY)!

ILY CA (platonically) YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAV <333

✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦ ✶ ✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦⋆✦

As she escorted the travelers who Carried a message passing by the alter of the fallen as she bowed and showed her respect. Remembering she fought with her family and comrades who have deceased long ago.

Reaching the gate and conversing with the gatekeeper as she heard the filthy and poisonous affogato cookies voice laced with lies. Ignoring his manipulation and staying loyal to the king and her promises to protect the kingdom and you.

She thought of you as the travelers talked to him. Watching him wander off and apologizing to them. Opening the gate to the citadel.

On the other side she slowed down a bit. Thinking of reuniting with you again. Her duties are aplenty but now she’s free for a little until that filthy snake is fired. Praying for your safety and kneeling down in silence reminiscing about ur time together for a bit.

She got up and proceeded to open the gate. As she watches them come inside. Using another hidden passage to get inside. Upon traveling within she saw you. She froze up as she heard the voices of the other watchers and the 2nd watcher trying to protect her reputation. She ignored the lies he spewed out as if it was his air.

Focused on you as you finally caught sight of her. “C-“ She shushed you as you realized they could overhear. You ran to her and gave her a hug as she embraced it back. “Why are you here…? I appreciate seeing you one last time but you shouldn’t…” you stated as you stayed in the hug for a bit longer.

“To prove my innocence, protect my promises and to bring these travelers to our lord himself. They are here to deliver him a message.” She said as she let go and looked at them. Chili pepper cookie was focused on the room already looking for something to steal trying to ignore all the love stuff.

“Our king isn’t here…I’m sorry but you need to look elsewhere. I heard a few sounds of swords clashing near the citadel… Head to the top of the walls and follow the sound. I fear dark cacao cookie has been tricked by that disgusting traitor…”

“He’s not here? Man why does it have to be so hard to deliver a single letter?!” Gingerbrave asked as he followed the lead of Caramel Arrow Cookie and Y/N Cookie.

As the ground shakes they saw a beast shake down the walls and the watchers defending the kingdom. Ignoring it and running on the top of the walls as she and the rest witnessed Dark cacao falling. She jumped off and did parkour to safely move towards the King.

“Caramel arrow cookie wait!” You stated as you watched her go towards him. Hoping she wouldn’t gain any injuries as the gang followed you safely down.

As he got up, she looked at his arm. Seeing it’s fine and in disbelief that his son did it, the commander of her. Telling him she still remembers Dark cacaos glory.

”Your Majesty you can’t kill your son!” You projected as you finally made it down to the two. As she helped the king up. Showing hesitation as you all followed him down into the dungeon. Listening to his words.

“I will follow your command your majesty, I’m sure Y/N and the others would as well. We will always stay by ur side until the very last crumb.” You and her stated at the same time after her 1st sentence. As you both listened to his wisdom. Listening to your beloveds words and the kings afterwards.

Watching him pull his sword out and preparing for battle as you all went out. Ready to follow his reign until the day you’re gone.

(And having a magical girl transformation how tf did he do that? He went from a outfit to the one he always wears in seconds)

(I’m still confused how did he)

Rushing towards the throne room and defeating anyone in the way. Making it there in time to defeat him. Caramel arrow was boiling with rage as she saw him. Holding your hand as dark cacao made it to the throne room.

“Caramel arrow cookie, he’s escaping!” You whisper shouted to her as she noticed afterwards. Wanting to hunt him down and tear him apart like a cream wolf devouring its meal. Making it to where dark choco was. Watching them talk to eachother between father and son. A broken bond between them.

Caramel arrow cookie squeezed your hand a bit to remind you, she’s here. Pulling you closer as she knew you really disliked conflict. Watching the fight break out until the son was defeated. Listening to dark cacao realize his mistake and the other cookies appearing out of nowhere

Watching as the king become possessed by the spell stumbling back as she saw the other watchers come inside. “Come back to your senses your majesty!” Caramel Arrow Cookie exclaimed. “Wait Caramel Arrow Cookie-!” You called out to her. She got a few arrows at him and used her swords dodging his swipes until she was caught by one and knocked back. The knockback pushed her to you as you held her as the spell left his body.

Healing your beloved as she laid against your body wishing the prince well on his journey. Hugging her and bandaging her wounds as dark cacao read the letter from gingerbrave.

(I had no idea what to do after this so it’s the end yippie.)

(COUGH COUGH 2W1H / Two worlds, one heart IS GETTING AT LEAST: 2 updates this week.)

[succubusonthedoorstep]

❥ A Stranger No Longer.

princess!blackfem reader x sorcerer!gojo

Word Count... 4.8k

Warnings… Pussy worship, reader has nipple piercings, cheating, a dead marriage, an implied orgy, outdoor sex, reader is a sex symbol, explicit language and smut, mentioned blood pact, squirting, biting, fingering, oral sex (f!recieving) cum eating, mention of sex swings, reader teasing, breeding.

Author’s Notes… This fic will have a part two! I had a lot of fun writing this, period pieces keep me in a chokehold. Please reblog, like, and follow! I have a few more works in progress my doves <3

The bets were placed on your wedding.

It wasn’t every day an Empress’ daughter got married. Your marriage had been anticipated since you were eighteen when your Mother decided you were to be married by your twenty-first year.

You went on to endure suitor’s offers and flirtations for two years. The glances at your chest, wandering hands, and cheesy lines men told you soon became exhausting—echoes in your ears. Old, decrepit men approached you with chapped lips and wrinkled fingers.

One of them even managed to marry you a year ago.

“Artists should follow you, my Princess,” An elderly man said, offering his hand. You politely placed your gloved hand in his and watched as he kissed the small diamond ring on your left pinky, nothing compared to the rock on the finger next to it.  “You are always the picture of perfection.”

“Thank you, Sir. It’s a pleasure to see you at these soirées.” A fake, bright smile passed on your face, for you knew where this conversation was going. 

“Likewise!” He responded, his hand still holding yours as he pulled away from kissing your ring.

“The thought of you keeps my bed warm, my precious. I have to come back and visit to see you sometimes.”

Your stomach turned. The yellow grin on his lips made you rather want to chew glass than be here for another minute.

‘Mother needs to stop inviting these fucking sickos to these parties,” you grunted to yourself, tearing your hand away from the old man and gracefully adjusting your glove back into place.

“I’m not interested.” You immediately shut down, the man persisting.

“It still works, I promise. I’ll keep your womb full-“

You chose to ignore him, already beginning to walk down the hallway of the palace and back to the party.

With everyone in high society at this soirée, you couldn’t afford to have your mother upset with you over a man who couldn’t keep it in his pants. After years of dealing with it, you learned it was best to keep it direct and short.

You found yourself back at the royal table, high above the dance floor in its own section of the dining room. It seemed the maids had moved tables to make room for drunk guests (who ignored the grand ballroom a few doors down) to dance and mingle. 

High above the sea of bodies, you watched the party slowly evolve from a sway of bodies to something of a more debaucherous nature. 

This is what your mother was known for.

The late night hours of the Empress’ soirées were a legend across your kingdom. Tales of the parties included rooms full of sex swings with a reversible floor, (in case things get messy) a thirteen-person orgy where blood pacts were taken, and a grand “breeding event” that was organized to encourage the next line of royal babies. It worked.

Tonight had no specific theme, but the warmth in the summer air encouraged the drunk partygoers to do what they expected of the party. 

As you leaned over the railing, your eye caught a glimpse of a head of white hair cutting through the dense crowd, ignoring the seductive hands grabbing at his robes. Your eyes lingered on them for a moment- noticing something off. 

“He has a hood on his robe!” You whispered to yourself, realizing his rank and status. Leaning a little closer to the railing to see who he might be, you squint your eyes and try to remember all the members of your mother’s Circle of High Sorcerers. 

He turned around at the edge of the crowd and looked directly at your table. Piercing, icy blue eyes caught yours and sent a chill down your spine. The look on his face was electrifying- you recognized the lust in his eyes with ease, but there was something else there. Goosebumps bite at your brown skin, despite the humidity of the night. 

I heard you, my Queen.

His voice echoed in your head, a reassuring tone that had your knuckles lightening as you gripped the railing. A knowing smirk passed his lips, then he turned to leave.

Air filled your lungs for the first time in what felt like days. The white-haired mage captivated your attention, and before you knew it, you were down the stairs and towards the hall he turned into.

You knew the palace like the back of your hand. You’d spent your childhood hiding in nooks and crannies, running through maids and knights and nannies. The magician wouldn’t make it far.

The stylist for today did you justice as well. They dressed you in a puff-sleeved floor-length silk dress that complemented your skin and braided your hair into a secure updo. When you sprinted through the hallways and into the garden, you were still very put together. 

The garden you found yourself in was a smaller one on the east side of the palace. The glass ceiling allowed in the moonlight for visibility, illuminating tall bamboo shoots and oversized leaves. The room smelled of roses and books, overwhelming the senses. 

Or was that from the tall man standing next to a bookshelf in the center of the room?

“Princess (Y/N)?” He called out to you. The same chill floated down your back and into your core. His voice was exactly like the one from before- bright, clear, and charming. When you turned around, he was already on one knee and taking your hand into his.

“Gods, it’s my pleasure,” he gushed, pecking each of your fingertips. “To meet the most important woman in our kingdom.” His head lifted to gaze into your eyes, and you felt your face get warm.

“Don’t let my mother hear you say that,” You chuckled, suddenly nervous in his presence. After running around the palace and approaching him, you’d think you would have something to say- but instead, you uttered,

“How did you hear me? I was across the room.”

The mage held your now bare hand in his, the glove and wedding ring on your finger now disappeared. He ran his lips across your knuckles, his eyes slowly blinking as if he were under the influence. You opened your mouth just as he answered.

“I hear everything.” He blankly stated, standing up. Gods, how tall was he? You hadn’t noticed the pristine white bandages around his neck until he pulled them up and over his eyes, much to your dismay. 

Smoothing your dress down with your bare hand, you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Satoru Gojo.”

“Well, Satoru Gojo, May I have my glove and ring back?”

It was as if it disappeared into thin air. There were no pockets in his robe unless they were all on the inside. 

He pondered your request for a moment. He hummed, tapped a booted foot, and looked up at the sky despite his eyes being covered. 

“Will you come to the observatory with me? Not the one at the Academy. I’m sure there’s one here-“ It was his turn to be nervous. Slender fingers held his robe and swayed it softly, as if he were getting hot. He swung it open far enough for you to catch a peek at the jeweled vulture pendant on his chest and the bulge in his pants. 

You gulped, excitement pooling in your stomach.

“Y-Yes, of course! I’d never deny such an important guest a request.” You’d decided to take the easiest route- flattering and seducing him into getting the information you wanted. Or more.

Maybe he’ll do for the night…

“Ah! Thank you!” Surprise genuinely crossed his face. “I’d get us there faster but I’ve never been,” he smiled at you as you turned away to lead him to the Observatory. The hall you'd turned into displayed hand-painted vines and colorful flowers on the walls, each center of the flowers secured with a small jewel.

White lights that flickered idly on the high ceiling illuminated them until they dazzled. 

“It’s fine,” you spoke, not bothering to look at him. “The walk there is nice and you’re enjoying the view.” Distant moaning filled the hall and Gojo laughed quietly beside you.

“You’re the kingdom’s most prominent sex symbol,” he stated, amused. “And you do it as a fully clothed wife.”

Have we met before?

You continued strolling through the halls, your heels clicking against the marble. Gojo’s presence next to you sparked something you rarely felt- self-conscious. It was as if his gaze was burning into your back, hips, and ass. The pleasured grunts and pleading reverberating through the walls didn’t help the tension between your legs either.

“I’ll stop staring so much?”

“But I mean, are you really staring? Your eyes are covered.”

He didn’t answer. You assumed it worked the same way his long-distance hearing did, which didn’t help your understanding. You only approached the spiral staircase that led upwards into the observatory, Gojo not far behind. The silence was stiff and awkward until you spoke. 

“Sorry for the long staircase,” you said, trying to start a conversation. “You’ll find the building is full of them.”

“Will I?”

“I hope so.” 

You hadn’t stopped stepping up the staircase through your conversation, as Gojo was gaining on you. The small, unfamiliar feeling shot through you again, knowing he was definitely watching your ass in motion. 

 “What’s that mean?” He asked innocently. 

“Just that I'm a dedicated hostess,” You peeked back at him, an eager smile across your cheeks. He returned the smile brightly, long purple robes consuming his figure from your angle. His hands peeked out to hold onto the handrails and you got a better look at the jewels that decorated his fingers. Glowering gems around gold on his thumbs and middle fingers.

I wonder if Mother has those.

“Well,” he started as you reached the top of the staircase. “You look radiant tonight, Hostess.” 

The Observation Tower’s glass dome was open to allow the summer night air in. The tower was lit by small stars on crystal strings. Benches sat around a large water fountain near the massive, expensive microscope. 

“Thanks. I like your jewelry,” you offered, stopping next to him and breathing in the clear air at the top of the tower. It was incredibly refreshing after being stuck in the stuffiness of the party. Gojo joined you in your deep breaths.

It felt silly. The hopeful future Queen and a High Sorcerer, doing breathing exercises. It was midway through a long inhale that you realized it felt comfortable like you could do anything you needed to relax with Gojo and he wouldn’t judge you. 

“Ready?” He asked. You opened your eyes just as he was offering his arm to you, which you took with warm cheeks. 

You walked together to the bench farthest away, one that was turned towards the iron railing for those who wanted to gaze at the wide view high above the kingdom. Lights flickered below, the only source of life you could see.

Reminiscing on your childhood, the view always left you awestruck. You’d been up here countless times, but the bashfulness you felt now was something new.

“So…” You started, tapping your gloved hand on the bench. “Purple robes?”

“Yeah! I’m actually the head of the curses faction at the Academy.”

You nodded in interest. “I heard the work was going well after that tomb was discovered.”

He sighed in relief at the thought. “Things are fine and the new class of sorcerers is promising…”

He leaned against the wall behind you, head slightly tilted back with long legs slightly too open.

Lewd thoughts distracted you from the conversation, but Gojo’s voice pulled you back.

“I’m actually the strongest.” He noted humbly.

You rolled your eyes. “The strongest, huh?” You taunted, pushing the braids that fell over your shoulder back behind you. Gojo watched, instantly transfixed by your figure turning toward him. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your breasts moving in your dress.

“(Y/N)-“

“I’m cold, Gojo. Could I wear your robe?”

His cheeks turned a deep pink at your suggestion, hands tightening around the iron bench. He was previously thankful for the robe to help hide his erection, but it seemed you were already on to him.

“Of course, Princess. Whatever you want.” He ran a hand over the neck of the robe, where a gold clasp lay.

He stood and pulled the robe from his back, the black uniform under it now exposed to the night air.

He draped the warm, surprisingly weighty robe over your shoulders. You glanced at the hardness in his pants as he stood in front of you and quickly tried to look away, but it was too late.

“Don’t look away. Take a good look at what you do to me.” His voice was hard, a slim hand reaching to smooth the front of his pants down and give you a better look at his length. Your eyes followed his pants as he sat back down next to you, the coverings on his eyes coming loose.

“Satoru Gojo… Why are you at the Queen’s party tonight?”

He smiled, crystal blue eyes peeking between the bandages.

“To meet the most intriguing woman in the world.”

You laughed, a foot slipping out of your heel to push yourself up and climb over Gojo’s lap. Straddling him, you opened the robe and covered the two of you in it. 

“And now that you’ve met her, what are you gonna do to keep her attention?” 

He kissed your gloved knuckles, the palm of your hand, then your fingertips, similar to what he did earlier. Instead this time, he nipped and bit until he could pull the final glove from your hand. He took it from his mouth and dropped it on the bench.

“If Her Majesty will allow it, I’d like her company for the night. You’ve captivated my soul and thrown my mind into disarray without effort. My magic can’t even perform the same way- not since I felt you notice me in the crowd. That’s why I can’t get your glove back- it’s not in a secret pocket or anything…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” you giggled. It was clear that Gojo’s magic rarely failed, but he still found himself laughing along with you.

“I’ll just buy one? Or maybe let you duplicate the one I have another time?”

His hands were on your waist, thumbs stroking your hips soothingly. “If I duplicate it you’ll have two gloves for the same hand.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’d figure it out, Finding a princess’s glove should be light work for a man of your abilities.” 

He detached a hand from your waist to pull the bandages off and onto the bench. “Before you, maybe.” His hand found itself on your ass this time. “Now it’s like my mind is always somewhere else.” The hand helped push your ass forward and onto his cock, your warm heat grinding against his dick print and causing both of you to moan.

You initiated a greedy kiss that had your lips sliding against each other and tongues fighting for dominance. Soft silk ran across your skin as he held you delicately in his arms. Between kisses, he huffed out, “Gonna wanna take you out here,” Your teeth ran across his bottom lip to shut him up, pulling on it softly and letting it go. The slight groans that he gave only increased your desire to take him now. 

He watched as you reached an arm around to unzip your dress, insisting, “My Princess- Someone might come by-“

“There’s an orgy happening downstairs, no one is coming stargazing. Be quiet, Sorcerer.” 

He watched as a strap fell from your shoulder, the other one falling suit. Eyes glued on your chest, Gojo played with his buttoned uniform until it exposed his built chest and abs. Your eyes greedily feasted on his body from the pink of his nipples to the trail of pale white hair leading down his pants.

“I shouldn’t have to remind you of the consequences of this getting out,” you warned, teasing. The top of your dress fell from your shoulders onwards, exposing your lace and satin bra. “My husband would have your head.”

“He can have it as long as I can have some of yours.”

You rolled your eyes at the joke, only giving him a sly smile. “No challenge too big for the strongest?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid you down on the bench, his robes providing a spot for you to comfortably lie. Your legs playfully wrapped around his waist and tried to pull him closer.

“Should I call you Satoru or Gojo?” You mischievously questioned. “Or something else?”

“Sorcerer seems to be working for you,” he leaned in, eyelids drooping to gaze at the smeared gloss on your lips.

Breaths mixed as you wordlessly dared Satoru Gojo to fuck the Princess of his kingdom and effectively cuckold one of the most powerful lords in your country.

You smirked. “Well, Sorcerer-“

Hungry lips crashed against yours and immediately made an effort to make you forget about everything- your forceful mother, your dead marriage, the title of Queen awaiting you. 

Satoru’s kisses had an effect on you- one that you hadn’t felt since before you married. It was addictive and you missed it, but your sorcerer would provide what your husband failed to.

What he stole from you, Satoru could return.

Between kisses, your hand trailed to the center of your bra to unlock it with a slide of your fingers. The fabric was pulled away to reveal your breasts, your pierced nipples making the man’s eyes widen. 

His brain malfunctioned for a moment before he uttered a whiny “Fucking unbelievable-“ and dove his face into your tits to immediately take a nipple into his mouth. Teeth bit at your nipple and lips kissed and sucked on the skin. A warm breeze licked the saliva on your sensitive brown skin, raising goosebumps on your arms. One of Satoru’s hands cupped the breast his mouth wasn’t already on and the other tugged at his pants.

“Take my panties off too,” you purred as your fingers found his soft white locks. He responded by releasing your breast and pushing himself down the bench and between your legs. “Gods, you’re so good for me.”

His hand moved from his pants and to your hips. “Showing my loyalty to the future Queen,” he assured between pulling your panties off, “brings me joy like nothing else.”

Legs spread wider to give Satoru a better look at your cunt. You watched his eyes light up and slowly soften as you run your fingers through your folds.

“I think I wanna cum twice with you here, then we’ll finish downstairs in my bedroom,” Head tilted and wide-eyed, your gaze remained on Satoru. He nodded mindlessly, clearly half-listening as he leaned down to kiss your pussy.

You pulled your fingers away and into your mouth, sucking them loud enough for your lover to hear. His warm, thick tongue gave your cunt a slow, generous lick, making you smile around your fingers.

“Already wanna come back for more,” he murmured against your core, his voice giving a deep vibration that made you audibly shudder. “How am I supposed to let you go back to him now?”

Two of Satoru’s fingers pushed into your pussy before you could answer. His tongue drew circles around your sensitive clit and gave it the occasional appreciative lick when he felt it twitch. 

“Hold your knees,” he grunted out, mouth now sucking your bud. You spread your legs wider and did as he told, giving him the space he needed to sloppily fuck your cunt with his fingers.

You watched Satoru play with your pussy with an open mouth, the wetness on his fingers giving his rings a different kind of shine. 

“So, so perfect, Princess,” he cooed to your cunt, his fingers curling to find the spot that makes your eyes roll back.

“Satoru-“

“Not sorcerer?” His strong voice nearly demanded, pushing his fingers deeper and laughing at your needy whines. “Has any of your other lovers told you that this is the tightest cunt they’ve ever felt?”

Incoherent murmurs fell from your lips, brain too cloudy to give him an actual response. Other lovers were far from your thoughts right now. 

“Letting me finger fuck you brainless on a bench outside?” He questioned in a fake surprise voice, feeling you get shamefully wet. Your eyes screwed shut just to open again at the waves of pleasure.

“Is that what Princesses do in their spare time? Let strangers taste their cunt?” He continued, fingertips finding what they were looking for.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers as they pressed on the fleshy part of your walls. The feeling of needing to pee approached you rapidly and you felt Gojo’s mouth humming against you amusedly, as if he knew what you were about to do.

“Fuck- fucking Satoru,” you barely made out, legs shaking around your grip. His lips smirked for a moment against your cunt. Then they opened to allow him to suck and slurp your cunt until your legs slipped and your cunt spasmed one final time. 

Gojo wore your thighs as earmuffs as your pussy squirted all over his mouth and chin; some of it soaking into the fabric of his black boxer briefs. He watched lovingly as you lost and caught your breath mid-orgasm, hair now a mess with a slightly sweaty face. Your orgasm blurred your vision and had you choking out broken groans and pleas to your sorcerer like just fuck me like you mean it! or Can’t wait for when your magic is back…

Has it always been such a hazy summer night? 

Your eyes slowly opened to the picture of perfection- Gojo fucking his cock with the hand coated in your juices. Soft clicking from the wetness on his fingers and desperate sighs replaced your moans.

 “Haah, Satoru,” you breathed out, tongue running across your bottom lip. His hand generously stroked the head of his dick.

“You did so well,” he sighed in pleasure as he pulled your legs over his shoulders and kissed the gold anklets adorning your skin. His hands then traveled to your hips, gave them a tender pinch, and pulled flush to his hips in one pull.

You laughed playfully at his strength, wondering if it were just a spell. It wasn’t.

He rested his cock between your legs and on your stomach, balls warmly sitting against your pussy lips. Heavy and warm on your skin, it was 7 and a half inches of sin with a girth that made you question how it would fit.

You wrapped a delicate hand around it and caressed it, relishing in the sweet moan Gojo released from his throat at the contact. 

“You said your room after this?”

“Mhm.”

A clear bead of precum pearled at the tip and before you could swipe it onto your thumb and into your mouth, Gojo guided his dick out of your hand.

“Need you now, angel. That pussy’s waitin’ for me,” he yearned before giving his cock a few indulgent runs through your folds and making you drool.

“My mouth is too,” you playfully complained. A cheeky smirk passed his lips before he pushed the full length of his cock into your cunt. Your hips met in a harsh way that had your hips digging into his.

“S-Sorcerer!” You yelped, fists balling and nails digging into your fists. The stretch was deliciously painful as Satoru slowly started to fuck into you.

“Knew you’d have some good pussy…” He mumbled to himself, eyes glued on your cunt gushing on him. Long white hair fell into his eyes and you clenched around him at the sight.

“Gods, you’re fucking filthy,” You barely purred out between thrusts. His arm came down between your head, the other on the back of the bench. “Fucking the next head of state? Without protection?” Your nails found his thighs and they drew red lines into the pale skin. He leaned down to whine softly in your ear, a piece of vulnerability to contrast with the way he was ruining you.

Satoru’s dick poked and prodded at the sensitive spot in your cunt. Every thrust brought a satisfying stretch and burned the memory of the night into your mind.

“Wanna get me pregnant, Satoru?” you asked, watching his hips falter for a moment.

“Fuck, if you’ll have me,” he rushed out, cheeks turning pink. “We can do this without him knowing, as long as you want me to.”

He huffed out tired breaths that made you lock your legs around his waist. 

You nodded at his words, knuckles grazing along his jawline to capture his chin in your grip and guide his lips to yours. Nimble fingers reached down to draw circles on your clit just as Satoru’s tongue slipped past your lips. 

We’ll be doing it forever then.

Satoru rolled his hips into yours and pushed himself deeper into your cunt, a deep groan coming from his throat as your cunt hugged him greedily.

Between kisses, he slurred out, “Princess, I’m gonna cum…”

Your legs involuntarily shook around his waist as your tongues danced. The fingers strumming your clit sped up, a silent beg to cum with him. His lips released yours to bury his face in your neck, sucking purple spots into the skin. 

Stars filled your eyes, the stimulation overwhelming your senses as you came around Gojo. 

“Satoru,” you whined out, cunt spasming and back arched. His arms wrapped around your waist to give you a couple more rough thrusts. His voice cracked as he filled you with hot ropes of cum and you swear you could’ve squirted again at the sounds of his moans.

The brain fog that came afterward was made sweeter by the soft, comforting rubs Satoru gave the globes of your ass. His warm hands traveled to the stretch marks on your hips and gave them a loving pinch.

“Gonna pull out now, ‘kay?” He warned, knowing you’d protest. 

“But-“

 “We’re going downstairs, remember?” He reminded you, pulling out in one smooth motion. You felt cum drip from your hole for a moment only for Gojo’s long fingers to scoop it up and into his mouth.

“Come on, babe,” he continued. “I wanna get a bath in.”

It wasn’t hard to sneak Gojo into your room.

Many of the doors in the hallway were still locked with occupants on the inside, and the open rooms were already immaculately clean. 

You held hands. It felt immensely intimate for a man you just met, but you figured you’d already squirted on his face, and there weren’t more things more intimate than that. 

Gojo peeked over at you a few times, smiling a little when you caught his eye the first few times.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked as you pulled him softly into a smaller corridor. You pushed the door open with your heeled foot, pulled the sorcerer in, and shut the door, locking it.

“I’m great,” you smiled, turning around to undress in front of him. He watched silently, appreciating the view.

“I’ll tell the maids I'm hungover so we can sleep in tomorrow morning. I’m sure you can teleport out of here?”

“Sure.”

You picked up your clothes and threw them into a wicker bin in the bathroom.

“My husband will be here in the evening. I live two hours away at his estate, but I visit every other week to spend the weekend with my mother.” 

He had followed you into the bathroom and stripped naked, leaving his clothes in your hamper and hanging his robe on a jeweled hook near the shower.

“That’s fine,” he responded coolly. He closed the toilet seat to allow you to sit while he filled the tub with warm water. “I’ll make time for you when you’re here.”

His answer was so simple. It lessened butterflies in your stomach, simplifying the situation like that. Cheating wasn’t something you ever considered, but with Satoru, it didn’t feel wrong. Your marriage left you void in ways you couldn’t have predicted and Satoru knew that. It was complicated and political and exhausting but Satoru was none of that. It was refreshing.

He flicked his wet fingers at your face and turned the water off. “C’mon, I’ll let you sit between my legs,” He offered, climbing into the large square thumb and offering his hand to you.

Graciously taking it, you tiptoed into the bath and sat with Gojo. He kissed your cheek and slipped one of his gold rings onto your ring finger under the water.

“It might slip off, but I'll just give you another one…” He promised. “No matter how many rings slip off, I'll put another one on my girl.” 

© succubusonthedoorstep2023. all rights reserved. please dont copy, repost, steal, or translate my work.

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Fandom List 2 — Whumpy Works created for the Multimedia Summer Exchange in the Whumplovers Collaborate server

This list features Whumpy art and writing for the following fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Call of Duty, Banana Fish, Doki Doki Literature Club!, [Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed], Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, Gravity Falls, Tiger & Bunny, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Tokyo Ghoul, SCP Foundation, Sonic The Hedgehog, Black Butler, Undertale Gears of War, Night Head Genesis

Original Work List — Fandom List 1 — Fandom List 3

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist — All Media Types

Writing

Rat Race by nxllxfy @null-whump

It was when his vision started fading that Ed distantly realized that he might die.

No one was there, no one was coming, and no one would find him when he did die. He would be left down in this god-forsaken sewer, a fucking sewer, of all places, and Al would never know what happened to him. And for fuck’s sake, even he didn’t know what had happened to him, because he couldn’t fucking remember.

The Blade for the Undiplomatic by User_needs_a_Username

Fullmetal is missing and no one is quite sure where he is. Ed's been stabbed and is bleeding out.

Coming Home (Home is Wherever You are Not) by User_needs_a_Username

Edward and Alphonse get a letter from their father... And emotions stir... He’s coming to see them.

Watch Your Back by Anonymous 

Riza doesn't watch Roy's back for a moment...

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Art

One Mistake by BeneathAScorpionSky @beneathascorpionsky

Even as a puppet, you're not invincible by Dye_Iguess @whumpedydump

Scaramouche art. Il Dottore experiments.

Tragedy in the Wind by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Kaeya is very, very sad and is (most likely) having a (-n ambiguously) awful time. I don't know much about Genshin, but I've seen the art and I pin his vibe as someone who doesn't outwardly process emotion very much, so, let's stress him :)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Writing

noise creates illusions [silence brings truth] bynitroglycerin_and_paraffin (candleshopmenace) 

Shinsou Hitoshi is trapped.

driven to my knees by Rookblonkorules

A mission gone wrong sees Bakugou on the wrong side of quirk traffickers.

choking on my own blood by Rookblonkorules

Midoriya is injured severely during a villain attack. Aizawa stays with him until help arrives.

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Writing

Actions have Consequences by ASmallVoice

While on a supply mission for Allura, Keith is kidnapped by the Galra.

the fire that was by Rookblonkorules 

Hunk and Shiro rescue Keith, who has been a prisoner of the Galra for some time.

No Dawn. No Day. I Am Always In The Twilight. by Gem_Of_The_Land @whumpy-gems

A mission failure leading to the capture of three Paladins. They don't know where they are, why they are there, or what is going to happen. All Lance, Keith and Pidge know is that they must stay together. In order to survive the brutality they are going to face. Hoping each new day wont bring any other troubles.

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Art

fallen pheonix by Chordata7 

a gift for a small voice for the summer whump exchange.

Alone by MidnightCity @circuitdelasarthe

Hurt Zuko by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy

Zuko got stabbed on his own ship…

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Writing

Saving Ferdinand by WriterOfWorlds

Ferdinand gets kidnapped by Those Who Slither In The Dark and is presumed dead. Hubert is determined to save Ferdinand.

An exchange fic. For my Bad Things Happen Bingo: You Can Scream All You Want

Just Another Theory in Motion by The_Walking_Pie 

When Hubert takes longer than usual to return from a scouting mission, Ferdinand can't help but worry. But when Hubert finally does return, something seems...off.

Bait on a Hook by The_Walking_Pie 

During a normal fishing trip, Byleth gets kidnapped by Those Who Slither in the Dark.

Fandom: Call of Duty

Writing

Crawling rot by Livingblurr @livingblurr

But he fucking loathed it right now. Sweet baby Jesus, he hated himself even more. The coffee in his ‘best mom ever mug’ was stale and cold, poured hours ago just to be forgotten about as Graves had indulged in yet another file Shepherd had sent over.

Or

Graves doesn’t get enough sleep because of far too much paperwork and his mind does a funky thing and lets him hallucinate. His medic is there to catch him.

Feral claws (don’t cut chains) by Livingblurr @livingblurr

Metal bars caged him in the small space, like a damn animal in a Zoo enclosure, ready for viewing at a moment's notice. Only thing missing was stupid plexiglass and a brat hammering against it with their sticky grippers.

Or

Graves gets captured and (somewhat) tortured.

Fandom: Banana Fish

Art

Hurt Ash Fanart bySilver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy

That one time when Ash was restrained and beaten…

Sacrifice For A Friend by Sishal @sishal01

Eiji just wants to help his friend. No matter the cost to himself.

Fandom: Doki Doki Literature Club!

Art

Niemand by rikkacha 

"Hey, hey, wake up!"

the red means i love you by Steefwaterbutter

Yuri sure does love y/n, huh?

Fandom: Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed

Writing

I Only Sink Deeper by Steefwaterbutter

A grieving sect leader, a night hunt gone terribly wrong, and a smile that must not fade.

Or: Lan Xichen falls ill and his family reminds him how much they love him.

Art

Return Me To His Arms by ProjectXIII @project-xiii

A snapshot in which a tortured soul finally freed finds itself pulled back to mortal fetters at the loving but wounded voice of his loved one, a voice gentle enough to stall the screaming in his ears but powerful enough to bring him back to earth.

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

Writing

What the Courageous Fear by Sparky_Lurkdragon @sparkylurkdragon

Link recalls that time King Rhoam made him give a speech.

Art

Caught in the In-Between by Sishal @sishal01

Link is caught in the war between light and darkness.

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Writing

I've got you, brother by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

Stan gets lost trying to find Ford's cabin. Ford helps him warm up.

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Writing

A Shortcut to Danger by The_Walking_Pie

On the way to the movies, Kotetsu and Barnaby end up embroiled in a robbery. They dispatch the robber quickly, but one of them ends up with an injury that's more than it appears to be.

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Writing

House of Memories by Rookblonkorules 

Narancia finds himself in an unfortunate situation with no one to come for him.

Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul

Art

It Doesn't Get Better by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Kaneki suffers some more (ambiguous) torture (presumably with a Special WeaponTM of some sort) because he isn't miserable enough yet :) He looks good in chains.

Fandom: SCP Foundation

Art

Transportation by Gadgetrocks

My piece for the Whumplovers Collaborate summer exchange!! Looks like SCP-049 is being transported somewhere after an… incident. Is it the bloodloss or the lavender circulating the air making them woozy? Who can tell, really >;)

Fandom: Sonic The Hedgehog

Art

Sparky Lurkdragon's Treat by Anonymous 

Fandom: Black Butler

Art

Bad Day For Sebastian by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy)

Sebastian got stabbed…

Fandom: Undertale

Art

Hurt Flowey by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy) 

Flowey’s not having a good time

Fandom: Gears of War

Art

MidnightCity's Treat by Anonymous

Fandom: Night Head Genesis

Art

Night Head Genesis Art by Anonymous

[kilfeur]

Un chapitre dont j'ai apprécié la nuance avec Pellegarde concernant sa famille, le fait qu'il reconnaît plus son roi depuis ses dix dernières années. Et qu'il a justement accepté la mort de son fils ce qui donne un joli contraste avec Ironside qui fait tout pour préserver son fils malade. Mais qu'il reste à Camelot pour sa femme, et toute ces choses qu'il disait vouloir faire avec son défunt fils. Je me dis que c'est probablement ce qu'il voulait faire avec Percy vu qu'il le voulait en tant qu'apprenti. Je serai même pas étonné si il avait vu son fils à travers Percy si ce dernier avait toujours été vivant.

J'ai bien aimé la scène où justement la frangin se rend compte qu'il était le seul à vouloir que sa petite soeur revienne contrairement à sa mère et finit par l'accepter nous donnant une belle page soit dit en passant. Et voilà, on a enfin le fameux moment où justement on dit que Percy est en vie. D'ailleurs je pensais à un truc le royaume de Camelot permet de ramener les gens à la vie. Le pouvoir de Percy est animé par l'espoir, le fait qu'il puisse revenir à la vie et de se soigner. On dit que c'est grâce à la magie d'Arthur que Camelot peut ramener les morts à la vie mais et si c'était pas le cas. Et si justement un esprit similaire à Percy voir même Percy lui même est celui qui alimente le royaume, qui grâce à l'espoir des habitants permettent de ramener les défunts ? J'avoue je me sens bête de pas y avoir penser.

A chapter in which I appreciated the nuance with Pellegarde concerning his family, the fact that he no longer recognizes his king since the last ten years. And that he has accepted his son's death, which contrasts with Ironside, who does everything to preserve his sick son. But he stays in Camelot for his wife, and all those things he said he wanted to do with his dead son. I guess that's probably what he wanted to do with Percy, since he wanted him as an apprentice. I wouldn't even be surprised if he'd seen his son through Percy if his son was still alive.

I liked the scene where the brother realizes that he was the only one who wanted his little sister back, unlike his mother, and finally accepts her, giving us a nice page by the way. And now we finally have the famous moment when Percy is revealed to be alive. By the way, I was thinking about something: the kingdom of Camelot can bring people back to life. Percy's power is driven by hope, the fact that he can come back to life and heal himself. It's said that it's thanks to Arthur's magic that Camelot can bring the dead back to life, but what if it wasn't? What if a spirit similar to Percy, or even Percy himself, is the one powering the kingdom, bringing back the dead thanks to the hope of the inhabitants? I admit I feel dumb for not thinking about that.

[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

Fic tag game!

Finally getting a chance to sit down and fill this out! I've been so excited to, so thanks to @virahaus for the tag <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 39 works (many of them wips... lol) and I also have two fics in the @topwan-obikin fest which I am very excited about! And posting has officially started so everyone should go and check out all the amazing fics that are coming out of it!

What's your ao3 word count?

442,495..... wow! I hadn't realized I'd written that much :O

What fandoms do you write for?

*cracks knuckles* a lot lol right now I am really into writting for Obikin (top Obi and bottom Ani), but I also write for a very large variety of other fandoms, some being Star Trek (Mckirk), Merlin (merthur), 911 (Buddie), Avengers (Stucky), Stranger Things (Steve/Eddie), Supernatural which i have a lot of fics for (Destiel), Teen Wolf (Sterek), I also write some pairings for various Kpop groups, not that I ship them outside of the group. I know that probably doesnt make sense lol, but I kind of see them inside the group as characters in a way, but then outside of the groups I am always so happy for my boys no matter what they do :D

What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm also going to post the links here XD

Family Christmas - (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1, word count 1911, kudos 540) Summary: Bucks been working with the 118 for over a year now, but they still don’t know anything about him, including who drew the beautiful pictures that now have a special place of honour in Buck’s locker.

Unwrap Me - (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1, word count 3742, kudos 426) Summary: It’s the day after Christmas and Eddie’s alone in the house and bored out of his mind, so he decides to go to Buck’s apartment. What he finds there is not exactly what he was expecting, but he’s definitely not complaining.

All I Want For Christmas is You - (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1, word count 7905, kudos 402) Summary: Eddie’s mom and ex-wife are up to no good at his Abuela’s Christmas Eve party, good thing Buck proposed he go to the party as Eddie fake date to keep them at bay.

A Magic Kingdom Love - (Dean Winchester/Castiel, Supernatural, word count 15,300, kudos 283) Summary: Dean and Cas are both working for Disney and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not makeout under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.

The Will of the Force - (Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars, word count 93,820, Kudos 249) This fic is almost complete, I think it will have one more chapter! Summary: What if Obi-wan hadn't been granted permission to train Anakin in the ways of the Force? What if Qui-Gon hadn't perished during the battle with Darth Maul? How differently would things have turned out?

Do you respond to comments?

I always do! I love reading comments, they inspire me and keep me going, and I love responding back to let the readers know how much I appreciate them <3

What's the fic you write with the happiest ending?

Honestly all of my fics have a happy ending. In my original novels I'm a bit more open to having an ending thats not so happy, so when I write for fandoms I usually write happy endings. But I would say The Will of the Force will have a very happy ending, and Lost in Translation which is a Star Trek Mckirk fic will also have a happy ending even though the plot is a bit angsty.

Do you get hate on fics?

Oh, story time. So when I first started writing for fandoms, one of the first fics I wrote and posted for was Supernatural, and I was writing this very long Destiel series that involved an original character named Sara. And I was really nervous about posting, but forced myself to do it anyways, and for some reason this person decided to read the first few chapters of the first fic in the series and she destroyed it. She had deemed herself the "official fanfic.net critique" and in her bio had even gone as far as to put that it should be considered an honour to have her pick apart your fanfics. So she decided that she did not like the inclusion of my OC Sara and told me that it was completely unessesary for her to be in the story, started to demand that I re-write the fic and remove the OC, then repost it again for her to re-evaluate, and then proceeded to destroy the ret of my fic and the writing, to the point where I became very discouraged and didn't write for like two years after that. Long story short, I am now at the point where I don't care what anyone thinks of my writing. If you like it, great! Come along on the journey with me and we can enjoy it together, and if you don't like what I'm writing then that's perfectly fine too. Not every piece of writing is for everyone, but if you don't have anything nice to say then please keep it to yourself and find something you do like to read.

Anyway, rant over. lol

Do you write smut? What kind?

Yes, I definitly do lol. Most of my fics have at least one scene.

Do you write cross-overs?

Yes! I love crossovers. In my AO3 right now I have one crossover called Running with the Wolves which is a Maze runner and Teen Wolf crossover with Sterek being the main pairing.

Aside from that I have a few crossovers in my WIP's folder

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and I hope to never experience it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, but maybe one day, I am open to the idea. I'm just so busy right now, I would hate to hold someone up who's a faster writer then me.

What's your all time favourite ship?

It changes regularly lol, but right now my favourite ship is back and forth between Obikin and Woosan.

What's your WIP you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a lot of WIP's, and I hate to think that I wouldn't finish one because I have the intention to finish them all. But I guess I would say the one thats at the bottom of my list right now are probably my Avengers fics.

What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea lol But I do usually get compliments on my smut scenes and I'm oretty good at writing angst.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I always struggle with description between narratives. I have no trouble with the dialogue, but the actions that the characters are doing between the narrative is what always gets me.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have written a few small sentences here and there in other languages. Mostly Korean, and then I have also written a bit in Elvish, Not sure if that counts but I've done it.

First fandom you wrote for?

I want to say Merlin/Merthur was the first fandom I wrote for, and Supernatural/Destiel was the first fandom I posted for... I think lol

Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oh, that's a hard one... I'm pretty fond of The Will of the Force, and I would say that outside of the Star Wars fandom I also really love Lost in Translation for the Star Trek fandom.

But I do have a few WIP's that I'm really excited for that will hopefully be coming soon. Both of them are Pirate AU's, and one of them is for Star Wars (Obikin) and the other is for Woosan (Ateez, Wooyoung/San).

This was so fun! Thanks again for the tag <3

Not sure who to tag, but anyway don't feel obligated to do it if you'd rather not!

@goingknowherewastaken @henderdads @jhoomwrites @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

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I posted 405 times in 2022

That's 405 more posts than 2021!

63 posts created (16%)

342 posts reblogged (84%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 79 of my posts in 2022

#supernatural - 9 posts

#sam winchester - 8 posts

#xmen - 7 posts

#dean winchester - 6 posts

#castiel - 5 posts

#moon knight - 5 posts

#criminal minds - 4 posts

#spn - 4 posts

#toothless!reader - 4 posts

#tumblr milestone - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#why isnt underlining a word an option?? i wanted to do that multiple times now and evry time i get stuck with the bold word thing

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

im not even 5 minutes into rewatching moonknight when i realized... if marcs mum is dead..does that mean he was writing steven postcards and leaving them their for him?

31 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

#4

"A Leap Of Faith"

Fandom: Xmen

Pairings: Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Hank McCoy x gn!teen!reader, Scott Summers x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader, Jean Grey x gn!teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x gn!teen!reader

Warnings: Crying, Swearing, Alcohol, Implied Gore

A/N: holy fucking shit this took ages to make. so proud of it though!! the flying part was my favourite part to write, plus scott and logans relationship with the r.

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"Ok, Scott, truth or dare?" Jean grins at Scott. He looks terrified, which you find hilarious, and he quietly says "Truth?" You look at him with your mouth agape "Damn, Summers, you've got some balls!" Scott rolls his eyes and looks over at Jean, Kurt and Jubilee discussing what they should ask- apparently your questions were 'too lame' so you got kicked. So rude.

Jubilee turns around suddenly and asks "Have you ever taken alcohol from Logans cabinet?" Scott quickly anwsers "Fuck no! I don't have a death wish!" You open your mouth to comment on that but Jubilee turns to you brightly and says "Y/N! Your turn! Truth or Dare?" You smirk, "Well, unlike Summers over here, I'm not a pussy. Dare." Scott threw his hands up in the air "What the fuck, dude?", and you promptly ignore him, instead intently staring at the group in front of you. (Scott got kicked out of the group too, because his dares were deemed too risky.)

After a solid 5 minutes, Kurt turns to you and says "We dare you to fly off the roof!" You instantly pale. "Guys, I'd wake the entire mansion up. Can't you think of something better?" you try reason, but Scott jumps in and quips "What, too much of a pussy?" You glare at him and he shrinks back a bit. "Oh, come on Y/N, it'll be fun! Besides, we've never seen you fly before!" Jubilee chines in.You feel your face start to heat up and your hands shaking.

All too quick, you stand up and stumble over an excuse of needing the bathroom. Jean frowns at you as you scurry out the room, opening her mouth to interfere but Scott has already started truth or dare again.

You rush down the halls, ignoring the looks of any onlooking students. You just wanted to get outside and sit in the garden, and cry a little bit, because of your stupid fucking-

Bam!

You whack into someone tall and stagger back a little, mumbling a small 'Sorry' and continuing on your way. You run over to your spot and finally break down. Tears stream down your face, and all you can think is 'Why did it have to be me? Why me?'  You curl up into a ball, your wings encasing you in a cold shell.

Why me?

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Logan was walking down the halls after a very, very tiring day- also known as Hank used him as his 'assistant' in the lab. Personally he thought this was payback for drinking all the good whiskey, but hey, could you blame him? Anyway, as he thinks about how damn good that whiskey was, he slams into some kid. Taken aback, he looks down to see a very distraught Y/N, who quickly runs away. "What the fuck?" he mutters, immediately turning to follow them.

A good ten minutes of running to catch up with this kid pass, and Logan slows down as he approaches soft crying. He cautiously walks around the tree.

The snap of a tree branch makes you whip your head towards the noise and growl- only to start crying again once you realize it's just Logan. He awkwardly sits down beside you and wait for you to start talking.

Some time passes and your cries slowly quite down to just sniffles and the occasional hiccup. You rub your eyes and look over at Logan, who simply asks "What happened, kid?" You sigh and look at the ground for a moment, before pulling your tail halfway into your lap and stare at your missing fin. "When I first got my mutation, my parents weren't.." you pause and glance over for a moment "Well you can imagine how they'd react to their kid growing wings and a tail." Logan softly hums beside you.

"Anyway, they realized that I wouldn't be able to fly if I didn't have one of my fins, so they.." you trail off and stare at your tail. Logan takes a sharp intake and breaths out "Jesus, kid I'm sorry." You stare at your tail for another moment and continue "Me and the others were playing Truth or Dare and they dared me to fly off the roof. I didn't have the confidence to tell them I couldn't, so.." you vaguely gesture to the field surrounding you two. Logan is silent beside you, thinking deeply.

"Well," Logan starts "We could always talk to Hank about making prosthetic fin?". You turn and stare at him, prompting him to continue "Think about it. People get prosthetic hands and legs all the time, why would it be different for you? Just means Hank would have to make it and not some corporation." You start to process what he's saying- you could be able to fly! You grin at Logan who returns it immediately.

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*Two Weeks Later*

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After two weeks of Professor McCoy doing measurements and fitting prototype prosthetics on you, it's finally time. You're going to fly. Which sounds so much easier in your head.

You peer over the edge of the roof, cringing at how high you're up. You step back and weakly joke "Hey, if it doesn't work do I get a refund?" Professor McCoy huffed a laugh, and said reassuringly "Trust me, it's going to work." You hum and mutter under your breath "Yeah, like the last two did." Logan claps a hand on your back, "C'mon kid, it's just a leap of faith. The second you jump you'll be fine." You glance at him and step back again, rolling your shoulders back. It's just a leap of faith, that's all it is.

You take a deep breath, and take a running leap off the roof. For a moment you're plummeting towards the ground, wind blurring your eyes and whipping through your hair. Then you pull up your wings and suddenly you're soaring through the air, faster than light itself. You start laughing maniacally- you're fucking flying! You turn around and fly over Professor McCoy and Logan. You can just hear Logan yelling "Fuck yeah, kid!"

You pull yourself upwards into the clouds and slow down, admiring the view. You swoop down to the clouds and fly through them, soaking your clothes. Oops. You twirl around in the air, feeling free as can be.

Eventually you return to Logan and Professor McCoy, and you immediately hug the latter mumbling a "Thank you Professor." He smiles and returns the hug, responding warmly "No problem. Remember to tell me if you have any problems with it." He nods to Logan, and walks downstairs.

You grin at Logan, "Did you see me up there? I was so fast! I was in the fucking clouds, Logan! The clouds! And- and it was so cool! I was so cool!" Logan laughs at your excitedness, wrapping an arm around you as you continue to ramble about how awesome flying was and how you could bring him up there someday.

32 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

"What The Fuck?"

Fandom: Xmen

Pairings: Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, mentioned Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Falling on your ass.

A/N: crack fic with minor foreshadowing ooh spooky. anyways theres a lil heartfelt moment in there cuz im a loser who likes heartfelt moments. enjoy. (lmk if i missed any warnings)

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Last night, you got to spend your first night in your own room! This may not seem like huge thing to most, but when you've been sharing with a group of twelve year old boys..you loose your mind a bit.You sit up and stretch with a huge yawn. For once in your life, you've managed to get a peaceful nights sleep, which meant you could probably do something productive with your evening. You go to your dresser and choose a lovely f/c outfit that compliment your scales beautifully, and then walk to your door so you can go downstairs and eat some food. Maybe you would even do today's homework-

THUD

You stumble backwards, nearly falling on your ass. What the fuck? You try and walk forwards once again before you realize the problem: your wings. Sometimes your wings wouldn't fold if you kept them folded for too long, which has never proven to be a problem because you could always squeeze through the doors. This is apparently not the case in your new room. You stare at the door before trying to turn sideways and walk through the door- except your room wasn't big enough to turn fully with your wings expanded.

What the hell do you do? Do you yell for Kurt to get his ass in here and teleport you out? Or do you wait for Logan to realize you're not in class and go looking for you? You stand there for ages before eventually looking out the window. The stars were out tonight, which meant you would be able to convince Logan to skip class and look at the stars instead. If you could get out of your god forsaken room-

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Logan sighed for what felt like the hundredth time this minute. Y/N was late for class by an hour, which by itself was unusual, but no one has seen Y/N all day- they usually at least try to leave their room during the morning. He gave up on waiting and decided to look for them- first thing first, their bedroom. They could've just overslept and are still tangled in about a million blankets (Logan commented that it looked like a nest, and Y/N's response had been "Fuckin' duh.")

He reached their room and knocked three times, and immediately heard an exasperated "Fucking finally! Open the door!" Clearly confused, Logan opened the door to reveal Y/N standing on their bed with their wings expanded, taking up most of the room. "Kid...what the hell happened?" the teen grinned at him and shrugged, simply responding "I got stuck here for two hours 'cause my wings wouldn't fold. Can you get Kurt to teleport me out?"Logan nodded and took one last glance at them before heading off to the end of the hall where Kurt was.

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"..So, that's what happened to my wings earlier. It doesn't really hurt, but keeping them folded up all the time does." the teen said nonchalantly. Logan looked at them with a raised eyebrow, "You would think you would have the common sense to stretch them or, you know, fly, but I guess not." You shift uncomfortably and laugh a little " Yeah, I probably should stretch more often." The older man looks at you for a moment but decides to not comment on your wording.

The pair sits in silence for the next while, quietly admiring the stars. You look at Logan momentarily, wondering how different your life would be if you hadn't come to the school. You would probably be deep in a forest, far away from any civilisation. You wouldn't have your amazing friends, any good role models...you would be alone.

Thank fuck you're not.

34 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#2

"Guard Dog"

Fandom: Xmen

Pairings: Charles Xavier x teen!reader, Hank Mccoy x teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x teen!reader, Scott Summers x teen!reader, Jean Grey x teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x teen!reader

Warnings: Bullying

A/N: this came to me months ago and now im cool enough to write it down. go follow my friends @book-place @bringinsexybackk69 (this is set when everyone other than the teachers are teens! ;] )

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You drag yourself out of bed and lazily put on a hoodie, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas. Scott had convinced you to wake up at lunch time so you could eat with your friends, which would usually get a solid "Fuck no."...but there was a promise of chocolate chip cookies. So fucking up your sleep schedule it was!

Walking down the stairs, you catch a few staring eyes and shoot a glare at them. They immediately scramble away  much to your happiness.

You easily spot your friends under a tree and walk over to them, enjoying the afternoon you rarely get to see. Scott spots you and cheers "Sup Snow White!". You roll your eyes playfully "Oh hardy har har Summers." you sarcastically snark as you plop yourself down beside Kurt.

Everyone launches back into conversation, and you find yourself calmly smiling at the mess of a group you call family friends. Then, the fire nation attacked.

"Hey, freak! Did you force them to sit with you? Or do they just feel bad?" Your attention is turned to some random teen you've seen in passing- he was mocking your wings. Not a pleasant guy. Jean just rolls her eyes at him, while Kurt sits looking uncomfortable. Jubilee and Scott are glaring at him, and you're- well...

"Oi! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" you holler at him. This garners the attention of some nearby students who are now whispering to each other. The teen scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Oh, is this your little guard dog? How cute!" he mockingly coos. Your mind is racing a mile a minute but you keep yourself under control, and calmly walk over to him. The students are gathering closer now, curious to what's going to happen next.

The teen sizes you up and gets in your face, "You mad, doggy? What're gonna do about it? Bark?" You smile sweetly at him, and then swing you're tail underneath his legs. He immediately falls backwards but you catch to collar of his shirt and bring him close, "If you ever, and I mean ever" you bringing him closer "come near my friends again, I won't be here to catch you. Got it?" He nods vigorously. You smile sweetly and let him stumble backwards. "There's a good doggy." you mock as you turn back to your friends.

Sadly, the universe was not on your side, as Professor McCoy calls for you and the teen to follow him to the headmasters office.

...Well, shit.

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School sucks, you think as you walk to the office. One moment you're defending your friend against some dickwad and the next you're being escorted to the headmasters office, which is complete bullshit! Sure Jean could handle herself on her own, but she shouldn't have to! Everyone deserves a friend who has their back. And maybe a little bit of your reaction was because you were sick of being treated like an animal, but who could blame you?

Before you realize, Professor McCoy is knocking on the Professors door- you wonder if they had to battle for who got the title of "The Professor"- and he opens it, closing it after the three of you are inside. Professor Xavier looks up blindly before a flash of recognition sparks in his eyes, so he sits up straighter and looks more serious. Glancing beside you, it looks like the teen (who's name you learn to be Doug) is playing the innocent lamb while you get the part of the Big Bad Wolf. Lovely.

"Can anyone care to tell me why you're here?" the Professor asks, looking between you two. Doug responds scarily quickly "Yeah, that asshole attacked me for no fucking reason!" Your eyebrows raise a bit- he couldn't have tried made his story a bit believable? The Professor sharply turns to him "Mr. Carol, I do not appreciate that tome of voice." Doug squirms a bit where he stands as the Professor continues "Now please, could you elaborate?"

Doug starts to tell a story how he was leaning against a tree reading a book, when you walked up to him and got up in his face and pushed him to the ground. Which is complete bullshit, but you wouldn't let that show. The Professor takes this in and the  turns to you, and tells you to recount your side of the story. You glance at Doug and start "Well, I was sitting with my friends, when Doug walked by and called Jean a freak. I got mad at him and shouted at him, so he called me a dog multiple time, so I told him to leave me and my friends alone and went to sit back down- that was when Professor McCoy interfered.

Doug glares at me while the Professor frowns. He exchanged glances with the other professor who come to some sort of silent agreement. "It seems clear who is in the right. Doug, you will attend detention during lunchtime for the next two weeks-" Doug turns red and immediately storms out the office, slamming the door on his way out. Dramatic.

The Professor raises an eyebrow and turns to you "Y/N, you will be in detention after school today. I understand wanting to defend your friends, but that wasn't the way to go about it. You may leave now." You nod and turn for the door, pausing and turning back. "Professor, I'm sorry for acting out. It won't happen again." He smiles and you softly and responds "I know, Y/N. Now go, I can hear your friends thoughts from here." You giggle and walk out the door.

You practically sprint out to your friends, who are still waiting for you to come back. Jubilee grins at you and hugs you tightly "That was freaking awesome!" you blush and meekly smile at her. Everyone starts asking if you're ok, but through all the chaos you catch Jeans eye and give her a smile that she returns.

Yeah, you probably shouldn't have done that, and yeah you're fucking exhausted, but it's worth it to see the smile on their faces.

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Late at night, you sit up straight on the couch you were lazing on and exclaim to youself "Damn Summers never gave me my fucking cookies!"

62 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"You'll Have A Family"

Request: OOH X-MEN?? How about a shy gn!teen reader meeting characters of your choice for the first time and they’re all really supportive and nice :) Sorry if that’s kinda weird 😭😭 No worries if not!!

Fandom: Xmen

Mutation Explanation: Dude, imagine toothless except he's a human. R hides their wings and tail with a cloak because they dont like showing them off.

Pairings: (all platonic) Charles Xavier x gn!teen!reader, Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader

A/N: what? no this wasn't requested in august wdym *sweats nervously* hope you enjoy @book-place !!! <333 (please ignore anything that doesn't make sense, not feeling the best recently so i get a pass on bullshit)

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You walk up to the gate, hugging your cape closer to your body. The sign on the gate read 'Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters'. Recently, your family had contacted the headmaster of the school asking if they could enrol you as soon as possible. The school had agreed, and your family had sent you off the next week- they weren't very fond of your mutation.

As you approach the front door, you can't help but overthink all the possibilities of what could happen. What if everyone hates you? What if they turn you away?Where would you go? Why couldn't you be normal-

Before you know it, you're standing in front of the door. You raise your hand to knock, and...stand there for ten minutes deciding whether or not to walk away and live in the woods for the rest of your life.

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Inside, Charles was leaving his office as he was expecting the arrival of a new student soon. He was heading down to the common area when he heard some frantic thoughts coming behind the front door. He stopped and turned his attention to it. He moved towards the door and opened it to find the new student.

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You blink and look down to see a man sitting in a wheelchair with a kind smile. "Hello! I'm Professor Charles Xavier, the headmaster of this school. Please, come in." You awkwardly shuffle in the door and close it behind you. Charles noticed that you have yet to take off your cloak, but he wouldn't push you to.

You look around the mansion, that you realize you'll be living in from now on. It reminded you of a tour you took in a castle when you were young-it was probably smaller than this place. Your attention is brought back to Charles as he explains that a student would be meeting you soon to take you on a tour around the mansion.

You nod slightly and rub the sleep out of your eyes, which reminds you of something your parents didn't tell the school. "Uh, sir?" He turns back to you with a small smile. "Yes? And Professor is just fine." You hum in return, and continue "I don't think my parents mentioned this to you, but I have a nocturnal sleeping pattern, so how would I attend classes?" Charles paused for a second, why wouldn't your parents mention this? Brushing the thought off, he responds "We can discuss this later in my office in more detail, but I'm sure we can work around it."

Just as he finished speaking, a teen showed up our of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you. You shriek and jump back, causing your wings to flair up in defence. The teen raised his hands up, "Uh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" You stood back, wings still up, and took in his appearance. He had blue skin, blue hair, yellow eyes and a blue tail thatwas swishing around. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a TV show logo you didn't recognise.

Slowly, your wings lowered back down but you were still nervous. The teen awkwardly glances at the Professor before holding his hand out to shake. "My name is Kurt. What's yours?" You hesitantly shake his hand, responding quietly "Y/N L/N..." He smiles at you, and then explains how he would be giving you the tour of the mansion. You nod and bid your goodbyes to the Professor, who smiles and returns to his office.

A few hours later, Kurt has shown you where classes are, bathrooms, bedrooms, the kitchen, the common area...and you are exhausted. All you wanted to do was flop down on your bed and sleep, but the universe had other plans. Right at the end of your tour, Kurt and you ran into some of Kurts friends. They introduced themselves as Scott, Jean and Jubilee. You nod at them but say nothing in response. You all stand there for a moment before Jean suggests everyone goes outside because it's a nice day outside.

"Um... I'm actually pretty tired after travelling all night... I think I'm gonna lie down for a while." You awkwardly smile. Jean smiles at you kindly and responds "Yeah, that's chill, have a good nap!" And with that, the group were off. You stand still for a moment and then head upstairs to the bedrooms. You get there, and finally fall asleep.

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When you wake up, you find that you've slept through dinner. You shrug off your cloak and walk downstairs, your tail dragging on the ground. You always felt more relaxed during the night time- there wasn't anyone around to judge you, and you could look at the stars in peace and quiet.

You walk down to the kitchen without getting lost- total win- and rummage around in the cupboards for some food. One of the best parts of your mutation is the fact you can see perfectly well in the dark, so you've never had to use lights during the night.

You find a packet of your favourite chips, hopping up on the counter to eat them.

Lost in your own world, you failed to notice a new arrival in the kitchen.

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Logan walked down the hallway in the mansion, with the intention of getting some beer from the kitchen. He walked in, and noticed someone sitting on the counter. They had yellow eyes- holy shit were they glowing?- black scaly wings and tail, and scattered scales across their arms, face and legs. They had claws for hands and feet, which looked scarily sharp. What caught his eye the most, though, was that clutched in their hands were his chips.

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"Hey kid-" The stranger didn't get to finish his sentence because you, once again, got the shit scared out of you and fell off the counter. The man tried to come and help you up but your wings shot up protectively and a fireball started in your throat. The man steps back slowly and raises his hands up in defence, "Woah, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you. 'Was just gonna say you were eatin' my chips." You continue to stare at him for a moment, trying to determine if he was telling the truth. You backed down and picked up the chips, eating them again.

The man raises and eyebrow at you, "That's mine." You narrow your eyes at him and growl, to which he rolls his eyes and breaks the lock off a cabinet beside the sink. He reaches in and pulls out a can of beer. You peer at the cabinet, curious. He notices and thinks for a moment. "You want one?" Your eyes shoot up to him and you nod immediately. He chuckles and grabs one for you too.

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91 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

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fic OST | bog-bodied

blurb | sakadays my beloved. sakanagurion my beloved. I've ca 5 different fics plotted and half-started at this point (lmao hyperfixation went hard, did it) and HERE is where we start! nagumo-centric jcc days-order trio exploration. in 3 parts, for the 3 doomed by the narrative-people stumbling into a relationship they neither wanted nor needed. no, it will not end well

what | 30 songs exploring the order trio as individuals and as a dynamic w genres ranging from classic rock -> instr post rock -> reworked ambient trance -> classic steppers -> liquid DnB & more

where → spotify  tracklist | under cut

01 | kasabian — fire

burn my sweet effigy  I’m a road runner spill my guts on a wheel  I wanna taste, uh-huh  I’m on fire

02 | young fathers — wow

wow, what a time to be alive  wow, imma put myself first  wow, everything is so amazing  I said wow

03 | kent — generation ex (transl swe → eng)

I was supposed to always stand by you  I was supposed to always answer when you called I was supposed to always have your back I was supposed to always, always, always be the one who comes around, goes around

04 | fleetwood mac — rhiannon

all your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind  would you stay if she promised you heaven?  will you ever win?

05 | foreigner — girl on the moon

she felt so close to me as I reached for her hand she drifted away like the desert sand  it was her and she was gone

06 | the rolling stones — paint it, black

I look inside myself and see my heart is black  I see my red door, I must have it painted black  maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts

07 | blue öyster cult — (don’t fear) the reaper

seasons don’t fear the reaper  nor do the wind, the sun or the rain we can be like they are—come on baby don’t fear the reaper

08 | parrish smith — sex, suicide & speed metal

instr

09 | 65daysofstatic — drove through ghosts to get here

instr

10 | tricky & martina topley-bird — aftermath

your eyes resemble mine, you see as no others can  here: inherit my kingdom, speak of our peoples’ plan  I’ll be here for my baby, for my baby I’ll be near

11 | courtesy & lyra pramuk — saltwater (transl irish → eng)

open my eyes no more inside  saltwater rain  open my eyes

12 | smith & mighty — yow he koh 

instr

13 | poliça — lay your cards out

in these little moments, lay your cards out: I am waiting  by the waterside summer wading in sunder: girl, get your head right

14 | goldie — state of mind

I realize the state of mind where you have found me  I’ve turned the page and rearranged the cards that life has dealt me  I’ve played the game and felt the pain but I am stronger now

15 | little dragon — twice

twice I turn my back on you  I fell flat on my face but didn’t lose  tell me where would I go  tell me what led you on  I’d love to know

16 | labrinth — formula

the lights are on, there’s no one there puffing with the dragons I’m living for the thrill formula 

17 | massive attack — karmacoma

you sure want to be with me?  I’ve nothing to give won’t lie and say  this loving’s best

18 | the last shadow puppets — miracle aligner

50 feet tall and revved up too high all of our exchanges are by candle light I just realized

19 | nothing but thieves — you know me too well

‘cause every love story always ends in tragedy if you wait long enough filthy impetuous soul I wanna give it to you just to see what you’d do

20 | the kills — doing it to death

doing it to death, oh baby, lately the plans we’re making are the shape of things that never come hold your horses, the light’s up

21 | kent — innan himlen faller ner (transl swe → eng)

as the sky falls down, you’re everything I have I’ll do anything to keep you, as the sky falls I’m everything you have and I’ll do anything for you to keep me

22 | foals — mountain at my gates

you show me a signpost  for where I should go I see a mountain at my gates I see it more and more each day and my desire wears a dark dress ah, each day I see you less

23 | perfume genius — die 4 you

each and every breath I spend you are collecting see it through I would die for you

24 | bat for lashes — daniel

and when the fires came, the smell of cinders and rain perfumed almost everything, we laughed and laughed and laughed and in the golden-blue car, you took me to the darkest place you knew and set fire to my heart

25 | warpaint — love is to die

‘cause I got a knife to cut out the memories so carefully, too carefully—it’s not necessary to be so dark love is to die, love is to not die, love is to dance

26 | hozier — be

be love in its disrepute that scorches the hillside and salts every root and watches the slowing and starving of troops but lover, be good to me

27 | BANKS — 27 hours

it’s been 27 hours since we even saw the sun  since we even saw the sun

28 | kent — vi är för alltid (transl swe → eng)

they’re going to sing songs about us they’re going to make films about us they’re going to write books about us then as now forever

I’m just kidding—no one’s going to write books no one’s going to make films no one’s going to sing songs about us

29 | blackmill & veela — let it be

let it come and let it be let it come and let it be

30 | snoh aalegra & cocaine 80s — stockholm, pt. II (outro)

instr

[popmusicu]

Tyler, the Creator’s evolution

Tyler Gregory Okonma is a 32-year-old rapper, composer, and producer, nowadays is one of the most acclaimed musicians in the world, winning a Grammy with his latest album “Call me if you get lost”, but this hasn’t always been the case.

  Ten years ago, Tyler was known for being the leader of music collective Odd Future, a group of friends who were rappers, producers, designers, and skaters, they even got their own series on Comedy Central, Loiter Squad, where they made skit comedy inspired by shows like Jackass.

  Back then they were mainly known by mainstream audiences for being edgy teenagers who had violent lyrics and even satanist references in their merchandise, which resulted in them being banned from the United Kingdom, ban that wasn’t lifted until 2019, but I’ll get to that later.

  Around 2015-2016, Tyler had just dropped his third studio album, Cherry Bomb, in which he explored different ways to express himself through his rap, the rock inspired intro track “DEATHCAMP” really contrasted with the softness of “FIND YOUR WINGS”, the grimy tones of “BUFFALO” clashed with the love themes of “OKAGA, CA” or “PERFECT” that he and his features showed. This, added to some other “softer” songs on his previous album, WOLF, in which he got through issues like his father’s absence or his grandmother’s death, showed people he was more than an edgy artist, and had some things to say for purposes other than shock value.

  But for some people that wasn’t the case, during the summer of 2016, Tyler was touring with his latest album, but his fame wasn’t really coming from his music, it was more related to social media and his natural comedic ability, with the peak of 6-second video platform Vine, in which his random antics mixed with these short videos, resulting on an unexpected surge of popularity. This didn’t make Tyler happy, suddenly he wasn’t an actual artist and just a funny guy online for lots of people, so he decided to speak with his idol and mentor, Pharrell Williams, famous producer and musician, there, Williams said to him:

“Make something undeniable and make it equally as infectious. Why are you doing music? Is it because you just want to look cool? Because that will burn out. When it becomes purpose-oriented, it can be as cool as The Flash and s**t, but it will be much more meaningful.”

Ever since then he stopped acting “silly”, he focused on just the music and sending a message, then, Flower Boy came.

  His 2017 fourth studio album, Flower Boy, discusses his issues with politics, his sexuality and growing up, maturing or “blooming”, while keeping some of his harder aspects, with songs like “I Ain’t Got Time!” or “Who Dat Boy”. Critics finally praised him, his fourth single, “See You Again” featuring Kali Uchis hit mainstream radio stations, getting him to listen to one of his songs in his car for the first time.

  He had finally realized the key to success as an artist, his brand was appealing to the public, even considering his tumultuous past, he became a relatable figure to teenagers struggling with his same issues, but he wanted more.

  Two years after Flower Boy, continuing with his tradition to drop albums on odd years in homage to Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator released IGOR. In this album, he introduces to us an alter ego with this same name, who has a secret relationship with a man that at the same time has a girlfriend, and the effect that this has on his feelings. This project was received as one of the best albums of 2019, giving him his first Grammy as “Best Rap Album.” This cemented Tyler as one of the industries’ biggest names, with one decade of career already and five studio albums.

  Since then, he released another project, CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST, that gave him another Grammy for being the best rap album of 2021, a 2022 tour that resulted on over 32 million dollars of revenue, a million each show.

  He's gotten really successful, and as we wait for his next album (it's an odd year), we can look back and see the long way that Tyler walked to get to where he is now, that is a huge example for up-and-coming artists, to not just try to “be cool” and try to promote a message that holds something more valuable.

  Álvaro Avello.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

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It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

[doctorprofessorsong]

More Destiel Fic Recs

Who needs sleep when you have top notch stories to read? Here's another broad list of things Song has read and loved. Enjoy!

"A Ghost Story" by emmbrancsxx0 aka @valleydean (Explicit, 248k plus prologue with one chapter pending, to be posted 5/2/21)

This is a God tier, instant classic, absolutely staggering fic. Seriously. I cannot stress enough how much I love this.

It's really two stories. One is a historical AU slowburn tragedy set in the 1860s in which wealthy heir Cas falls in love with groundskeeper Dean.  The second is a modern tale in which reincarnated Dean and reanimated ghost Cas try to build a life with the spectre of their past hanging over them. That description doesn't do it justice. The story is legitimately twisty and mysterious, with past Dean and Cas being unbearably cute while modern Dean and Cas are a fire that burns brightly (but they bring the angst). Top that off with truly amazing prose and you will somehow wish the 200k+ word fic wouldn't end. Seriously, read the below passage (SPOILER OBVIOUSLY) and tell me how you can just go on being normal.

He couldn’t speak, except to say that he looked at Dean and he suddenly understood poetry. That, all his life, he’d perfected notes composed by other men on the piano without knowing what any of them meant until that moment. All those psalms and scripture recited in church, and he’d only now found religion.

"The Care and Feeding of Castiel" by MalMuses @malmuses (Explicit, 24k words)

A top notch wing fic featuring art by Lizleeships. Who could ask for anything more. Set in an unspecified quiet time in the bunker, Dean notices that Cas is acting strangely and realizes he needs Dean to step up and provide him with support (something he is all too happy to do). It's caretaker Dean at his best. Lots of fluff and comfort.

"Something's gotta give" by sourpastels (20k, T) @rowenacoded

A Lebanon fix-it! Dean finally has his family in one place. John, Mary, his brother, his angel and his kid. It should be everything he ever wanted. Right? A satisfying case fic in its own right (they all hunt together) with some good meaty emotional beats. 

 

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"undercover" by yolock (Teen, 7k words)

This one is light, short and fun. A case fic that gives off Red Sky at Morning/Bela Talbot vibes. Dean is forced to work with rival hunter Cas undercover at a charity event. It's It's fake relationship, enemies to lovers trope fest. 

"In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved)" by caelum_writes (11k words, Teen) @badjoices

Oh what to say about this time travel fic. 2005 immediately pre-show Dean is transported to 2021 to find himself happy and domestic, surrounded by a family he loves. He works to come to terms with the man he becomes (and the man he was). There is something inherently tender and sweet about this fic. About Dean, Sam, Cas and even Eileen interacting with the traumatized kid Dean used to be. It's hopeful and kind. 

"Kingdom Come" by ahurston (Explicit, 17k words) @ahurston

I love everything ahurston writes, and part of that is that ahurston treats Dean and Cas with a certain kindness, even when taking on Cas's self worth issues or Dean's repression. Another part is that ahurston eventually makes these two dumbasses (affectionate) use their words and it's so very satisfying. 

This fix-it fic is one of my absolute favorites. Cas wakes up on the coast of Maine, naked and alone, and he has to make his way back to Dean. Most of the fic is dealing with the aftermath of Cas's confession and death. It's moving and hopeful and everything these guys deserved. 

"Love Languages" by tiamatv (9k, Teen)

I sweet little fix-it fic in which Dean saves Cas from the empty. Dean is repressed. Cas thinks Dean can't love him. Sam is tired. It's great and really sweet how resolution comes. Plus I love the way Cas is saved. The solution in this one is really touching in my opinion. I just really really loved this one.

"Wedding Singers" by bendingsignpost @bendingsignpost

Look, I would probably read the ingredients of a cereal box if bendingsignpost wrote them. That being said, if you haven't perused his Tumblr one shots on AO3, you are missing out and that isn’t just my absolutely embarrassing fangirling talking. Bendingsignpost excels at taking often ridiculous prompts and turning them into exceptional short stories. I could probably do an entire post on my favorites. 

This one is silly and sweet and I just had to include it. Openly bi Dean has joined the Gay Choir and he is struggling to get the words to an Enochian song down correctly, so he naturally asks his angel friend, Cas for help. Chaos ensues.

"you're fooling yourself" by cowboydeanwinchester (13k, Teen) with bonus second story in the series so far @cowboydeanwinchester

Dean and Cas have retired from hunting and moved into a house to raise toddler Jack. I am a huge sucker for baby/toddler Jack, and this fic delivers. There are a ton of adorable toddler moments (including Cas calling Jack little bee, which sent me over y'all). There is so much healing and repression and there is even "platonic" snuggling. It manages to be fluffy and cute while also taking on Dean’s trauma in a real and meaningful way. 

 

"When It Comes to Being Loved" by Sass_Master (37k, Explicit) @sass-master-stina

Dean fakes a case to get Cas alone at a romantic cabin in the woods and confess his feelings. Now he just has to get the courage to speak up.

This is one of the softest things I have ever read. Even after Dean gets up the nerve to tell Cas how he feels, they take their time. There is a quiet intimacy in this fic that makes you feel like you are some place quiet and safe. If you want to read about two touch starved characters finally getting all the physical affection they crave, this is for you. 

"Tripping" by Hatteress (goddammitstacey) (Explicit, 49k words)

This one is an older one and a fairly popular one, so it probably isn't new to a lot of the fandom but it's still worth a read if you missed it. An alternate S5 where Dean and Cas get together thanks to some interference by the universe. It's funny and the old school Cas vibes gave me so much joy. There are also some pretty solid Sam/sibling moments. 

I will put in a minor content warning that Dean has some pretty heavy internalized homophobia and repression going at the beginning of the fic, which tracks with the timeline. Also noting some canon compliant death and a temporary MCD. That being said, it's easy to see why this one has staying power. It's very entertaining.

 

"i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees)" by sobsicles @sobsicles (Explicit, 74k words)

Sobsicles has written a fix-it that starts in S13 with the widower arc. It is absolutely incredible. It will gut you. Multiple times. But the story that ends up being told is so incredibly satisfying and the ending is doubly so. Because it does have a happy ending and a soft epilogue and, my friends, it is beautiful. 

The thing about this fic is that it takes the canon and it reshapes it in a way that fixes a lot of frustration over the last three seasons. Plot points that didn't work, unclear motives, etc. are recontextualized in a way that make the entire story cohesive and beautiful. It will make you want to petition to have Sobsicles write the reboot/movie/miniseries. Once you stop crying and drink some water, that is. 

[tootiredmotel]

Electricity

Inspired by @ledzeppelinmixtape 's emoji prompt: ⛈

Read on ao3 or below / 2.3k words

It's 11pm and storming biblically when Dean and Cas's apartment goes dark.

"Great," Dean mutters under his breath. "Fan-freaking-tastic."

From somewhere else in the apartment, his roommate asks "did the power go out?"

"What do you think, sunshine?" Dean replies sarcastically.

He has a half-written essay in front of him, but he knows his old-ass computer won't last long unplugged, so he saves the document before shutting it off. He leans back in his chair, stretching for the first time in an hour and running a hand down his face. He actually needed a break from the screen, he realizes, feeling his eyes relax as he rubs them.

The steady rain and strong winds outside make an overwhelming white noise track, interrupted only by thunder that goes from faint and distant to deafening in volume. If Dean wasn't stressed out of his mind and completely exhausted right now, he might actually find this kind of nice.

"It's raining cats and mice out there," he hears Cas say, his voice now in the room.

Dean smiles, still rubbing his eyes with the backs of both his hands. "Cats and dogs, Cas."

"Right. Cats and dogs."

It’s really no use correcting him; the entire animal kingdom could be falling from the sky right now and there wouldn't be much of a difference. The winds are definitely knocking things over, and the streets will certainly be flooded come morning. Dean wonders for how long the university will cancel classes after this (if at all, the heartless bloodsuckers).

A particularly loud clap of thunder startles Dean. He drops his hands from his face and opens his eyes, expecting to see pitch black nothingness, but the room is faintly lit by the flashlight Cas is holding as he rummages through their kitchen drawers. He approaches a minute later and sets a candle down on the small table.

"Smart."

"Thank you, Dean," Cas says, sitting down opposite him. Dean smiles again, this time shaking his head.

If anyone ever asked him to mention one thing he likes about Cas, just one, he'd probably say how genuine Cas is, how he takes everything to heart and speaks from it as well. Dean said just one word, smart, a simple comment on the fact that it occurred to Cas to light a candle instead of wasting the battery of their one flashlight, and Cas genuinely thanked him for the compliment. He's just ridiculously cute in his earnestness.

Cas is trying to light the candle now, but their lighter is tricky. Despite living together in that apartment for a year and a half now Cas has never really gotten the hang of it.

"Here, let me."

Dean means to take the lighter from Cas and do it himself, he really does. That is 100% his intention as he reaches across the table. Except he sees an opportunity, and Dean Michael Winchester is nothing if not smooth.

He wraps his hand around Cas's, gently guiding his fingers until they’re placed just right, and the lighter clicks on with ease. Cas meets his eyes, smiling, and Dean can feel the slightest brush of Cas’s thumb against his hand. It’s a small gesture, but clearly deliberate, and it sends Dean’s heart into overdrive. Cas leans away, puts the lighter aside, and starts leafing through a book he brought. Dean’s heart is still racing as he watches him.

Scratch that first thing. If anyone ever asked him what’s one thing he likes about Cas? His hands. God. Neat nails, slightly calloused palms, and overall larger hands than you’d expect. Cas is an environmental science major and he wants to get a Ph.D. in botany, so of course, there’s a small garden on their fire escape. He tends to those plants every day with more gentleness and care than Dean has ever seen, and Dean loves to watch him, even though he has no idea what Cas is doing with them half the time. He just knows that not a single one of their plants have died under Cas’s care. He names them too.

His attentiveness. That’s another thing Dean might say if anyone ever asked. Cas left to visit his sister Anna last winter break. He left Dean in charge of the plants, three of which died inside the week. (For Dean’s birthday a couple of months later, Cas got him a book. How Not to Kill Your Houseplant. Dean keeps it on his nightstand.) Dean went out and bought new ones, but he knew Cas would notice the difference, and he did. He wasn’t mad at Dean though, and he appreciated the effort, and as Dean apologized profusely over and over again, Cas looked at him in the eyes oh-so-softly and told him he was forgiven.

How could Dean possibly forget? If anyone ever asked, he’d say that Cas’s eyes are one of his favorite things about him. One of his favorite things, period. Dean is absolutely mesmerized whenever Cas looks him in the eye, and the guy loves making eye contact, which means that Dean lives in a perpetual smitten daze. He has never seen that shade of blue anywhere else on this earth. Or maybe he just hasn’t been looking, content to get his fill of that blue by staring into Cas’s eyes as much as he gets to on a daily basis.

“Are you alright, Dean?”

Dean blinks himself back to reality. “Hm?”

“You seem… spaced.”

Dean is staring. He’s been staring this whole time. Shit. Crap.

“Yeah, um. Just tired.”

Mr. Smooth, everybody.

“Maybe you should go get some rest. I doubt the power will be back anytime soon.”

Castiel Milton, always looking out for you. It makes Dean melt.

“Yeah, maybe.” I wanna stay here with you, though, he thinks. Instead, because he’s pathetic, he asks “what’re you reading?”

Cas shows him the cover. How Not to Kill Your Houseplant. Dean breaks out in laughter.

“So you’re going into my room and stealing my shit now?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch your Vonneguts.” Cas puts the book aside, an easy smile on his face. “Just wanted something light to pass the time.”

“You done with your homework?”

A soft yawn escapes Cas. “For now.”

“Dude, why not just go to sleep? You look exhausted.”

“Look who’s talking.”

Dean tries to deadpan him. He fails, because around Cas, it’s near impossible for him to not smile.

“Besides, I might be done but you weren’t.”

“And you wanted to keep me company.”

Cas shrugs as if to say I guess, but he does it with a knowing smile. The smile doesn’t falter as he meets Dean’s eyes, and he doesn’t look away when silence settles between them, the only sound being the stormy white noise.

Dean is sure he could drown in that blue and die happy.

Before that train of thought gets away from him again, Dean tears his gaze away and stretches. “We should really go to bed though, I’m not getting any more done tonight,” he says as he stands.

“Of course,” Cas says, but he grabs the book again.

“You not going?”

“I want to finish this chapter.”

The seriousness in his tone makes Dean smile. Again.

“Well, g’night, Cas.”

“Good night, Dean.”

Dean thinks he detects a bit of shakiness in Cas’s voice but decides that he’s probably just tired.

He gets to his room and changes into something comfortable, the first t-shirt and sweatpants he finds as he rummages in the dark. He goes to set his phone on his nightstand and crawl into bed, but in place of the book he keeps there and puts his phone on top of– the book Cas has at the moment– he finds something else.

It’s paper. It’s folded into the form of a book, like one of those youtube craft tutorials with bad music, and it's no bigger than his own palm. The cover is handwritten, and Dean immediately recognizes it as Cas's. He smiles, expecting a prank or joke of some sort, Cas knows how stressed Dean can get with the start of the semester. However, his smile falters as he reads the cover:

How to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.

With a shaky hand, Dean opens the small book. The first page is the only one with any more writing on it, and it reads:

You leave him a note and hope it’s enough.

Dean is storming out of his bedroom (no pun intended) before he knows it. He barely even feels his feet moving, too focused on the pounding in his ears and the dryness in his mouth. He doesn’t go into the living room, not yet; his feet stop at the end of the short hallway and he braces himself against the wall. The room is spinning and he can barely breathe.

“Cas?” He chokes out.

Cas puts the book back down on the table in front of him and interlocks his fingers in front of him. He doesn’t look at Dean– Cas, who makes too much eye contact – and takes a deep breath before saying “yes?”

He’s nervous.

Dean takes a step forward, still keeping one hand on the wall just in case, and holds up the note. “What is this?” he asks, because his brain is just not there with him yet.

Cas stands, still not facing Dean. “Dean, do you know what day it is?”

He’s asking this now???

“September firs–”

Oh. Oh shit.

“Cas isn’t today the–”

“The night we met. Two years ago.”

Dean feels his brain catching up now as the memory starts coming back to him. Cas helps, starting to recount that night.

“Two years ago tonight, I was leaving my night course at the university, and it was raining. Not as bad as this,” –Cas looks out the window and lightning strikes, as if on cue– “but pretty badly, and I was an inexperienced freshman without an umbrella.”

Dean remembers. He was walking Charlie to her dorm when it started drizzling, and it was pouring by the time he made it back to his car. Dean had a night shift at the gas station and was about to head there.

“Two years ago tonight,” Cas continues, “you invited me into your car to shelter me from the rain.”

Dean saw this guy running in the direction of the men’s dorms, which were on the other side of campus. He felt bad, and he had a car, so he opened the passenger door and let him in.

Turned out to be the most gorgeous guy he’d ever laid eyes on. He was a bit awkward, but he had no filter, which made him weirdly funny. He asked about the music playing in the car and listened intently to Dean's rambling. He laughed at his jokes too.

At the end of the five-minute drive, he said his name was Castiel, and Dean asked for his number and saved it as Cas with a thunderstorm emoji. Because even if he didn’t know it yet, Dean was already whipped.

“Two years ago,” Cas says, finally looking up at Dean. His eyes are wide and vulnerable and he looks terrified and Dean can barely stand it. “Two years ago tonight, I started to fall in love with you.”

Dean can’t breathe. His ears are hot and he can’t stop fidgeting with the note in his hand and he can’t breathe.

But his feet start moving again, out of their own volition. They move toward Cas.

“If you don’t feel–” Cas starts, but Dean swallows his words.

Again, Dean’s brain isn’t all there yet, and he doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he’s already in it. He’s grabbing Cas’s face, digging his fingertips into the back of his hair, and the note is forgotten on the table, and thunder rumbles not that far away. He’s darting out his tongue, begging to explore Cas’s mouth as he’s wanted to do since forever, and Cas lets him. He tastes like toothpaste and coffee and honey and Dean never wants to taste anyone else ever again.

Cas is wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist and pressing his entire body against him. It’s making Dean weak in the knees but it’s okay because Cas is almost holding him upright at this point. There’s another clap of thunder, much closer this time, and the lightning probably illuminated the apartment, but it wasn’t enough to make them part. They’re moving and grasping and exploring frantically, and Dean is afraid Cas is going to disappear, or that he’s going to wake up and this will all have been another dream. But no, it’s real, and they’re playing catchup on two years worth of desire and longing and love.

They eventually pull away, breathless and giddy. The only sounds are the rain and the wind. Dean opens his eyes first, needing to see Cas and make sure this is completely, definitely, unequivocally real. Cas is smiling and taking deep breaths, and a weight seems to be lifted off his shoulders. He opens his eyes a second later, and even in the darkness, even with just the faint candlelight, the blue in them seems to shine. And even though there's no power, it feels as if there's electricity crackling in the air around them. It might be the storm.

No. It's the moment. This moment with Cas is what feels electric.

“Come to bed?” Dean asks, feeling brave and going out on a limb. The only way Cas responds is by interlocking his hand into Dean’s and kissing him again.

And after tonight, for the rest of his life, if anyone ever asks him “what’s one thing you love about Cas?” Dean won’t be able to narrow down an answer.

He’ll just say: “Everything.”

[everysongineverykey]

What happens to an abandoned toy? What becomes of a thrown-out doll, a faded plastic gun, a thing once so loved by the child that cared for it that it looks innocent and fun even lying in a corner in the attic, covered in dust?

Look upon them, young human, the Field of Hopes and Dreams' best and only shopkeeper. Look into their empty excuses for eyes and try to find a speck of hope, or excitement, or anything. You will find nothing but nihilism and meaningless cheer as they grin at you with a smile that could befit a cheshire cat, if only it managed to meet their eyes. Look upon them, and as you shop, try and remember where you've seen them before.

They do not know you, of course. But they will recognize you soon enough- or, at least, they will recognize a part of you, the part that you cannot always see. The part that chuckles at awful puns and claps its hands when it laughs. The part that bakes, and guides others, and burns with a heartache so acute and unrelenting. They will see through you, and all you need to do is take out your phone.

(That's enough of you for now. Let's see into their mind, such as it may be.)

What happens to an abandoned toy? What becomes of a little girl's favorite companion, her partner in crime, a thing she threw all her love and childhood passion at until she had none left to give? Will it still feel at home in a dusty unused classroom, a wayward mage in a kingdom of cards?

Look upon them, red joker. Look at the young human browsing your wares with eyes almost as blank as yours, and try to figure out where you've seen them before. Is it something in the way they carry themself, perhaps? The way they stand as straight as if they were facing a beast?

Follow your hunch, shopkeeper. It's not as if anything that happens will matter in the end.

"Do you happen to have a cell phone?" you ask with a small smile, their head jerking back towards you in response. A pause, of course. They have already tried to call for help, and you know enough about light and dark to know it didn't work.

...But even so, slowly, they reach into their pocket and show you a familiar-looking brick of a machine. It is an ancient phone, and they are clearly embarrassed by it. What a shame. Little Tori was so proud of it, too.

The memory comes softly, playing in your cotton through a haze, as if it knows it is not wanted, but there it is. All of a sudden, you are there again, sitting placidly on the high shelf watching her fiddle with it excitedly, looking at it with more joy in her eyes than she has bestowed upon you in the past year. She is seventeen, after all. She would never throw you away, but it was around this time that you began to realize that your novelty as a plaything would not last.

Poor cat. She gave you away to the school not two years later, didn't she? She who you had gone on adventure after adventure with, who had infused you with love and warmth, looking at you with stubborn tears in her eyes as she set you down with the rest of the toys. Had the Knight never arrived, you would not be sentient now, and you would not have to bear this memory, but here you are. Standing in your little Seap, looking at your Lightner's old phone in the hand of your Lightner's very own child.

Do abandoned toys remember the pressure of their owners' arms wrapped around their torso, squeezing them as if they'd never let go? Seam does. The lack of the familiar sensation feels almost crushing at times, and when it becomes too unbearable, they use the magic they learned from her to light the lantern in their shop, and they sit for hours stitching and unstitching and restitching their button eye, the one they lost in that fateful joker battle long ago. They can't say it's as much fun as they'd like, but down here, you find ways to pass the time... or go mad like everybody else.

You send the human on their way with their amber card, not saying anything more than thank you. Perhaps they will come back, and you will make them tea, and you can toast. To the end of the world, to new beginnings, to absent friends and friendly absence. Did that old seam ripper of yours ever really help to undo mistakes?

[myaimistrue]

del myaimistrue’s underrated destiel fic recs! (part 1)

these are all fics i’ve read and realllllllly enjoyed, and they’re all ones that i don't often see people discussing on here. bc of that they all either have less than 10k hits OR were published pre-2015 OR both. i hope you all like them, and if you do, please consider giving the authors some love and leaving a comment saying so. we fic writers live off that kinda stuff :)

list under the cut, organized by word count!

I Know! Straight Out of a Telenovela, Right? by @credentiast

quick 800ish word meta joke about y yo a ti. so sweet and domestic and lovely. i read this right after it was uploaded and have gone back to read it multiple times since then. always makes me smile!

strap the wing to me by a_good_soldier (aka @s11e17)

as i’m sure we all know, basically everything a_good_soldier writes is wonderful. this little 1.9k bit of sweetness is one of my personal favorites of theirs, and is sorely underrated. a bit of conversation between dean and cas about how much cas loves him. nothing like holy devotion to a human man!

The First Thing There Is by bendingsignposts

cas seals off dean's memories as part of the effort to stop michael, and amnesiac dean immediately realizes that cas loves him. 5k of really sweet, in-character moments and a healthy dose of humor.

Eyes Like the Texas Sky by RogueTranslator

do you hate john winchester? do you want to read about dean’s queer awakening and how that relates to his love of cowboys? do you love sweet stories about finding love and acceptance in places you didn’t expect? this 5.6k fic is for you! dean tells cas the story of the first guy he ever had feelings for, and boy is it sweet and heart-wrenching and wonderful.

Nothing Equals the Splendor by RurouniHime

7.8k fic in which 15x20 was all part of a djinn dream. perhaps my all-time favorite finale fix-it (which is why it’s on this list despite having like 12k hits shhh) featuring full-powered angelic cas blowing out all the lights in the bunker when he and dean have sex. beautifully written and so sweet. and the sequel is also great--highly recommended as well

Telemetry by scifive

DEAN STUDIES FIC!!! 9k set during the first seven episodes of season 4 that actually addresses and deals with dean’s ptsd and trauma from hell. dean’s voice is absolutely perfectly in-character. also it’s pre-relationship destiel but the moment with them at the very end is so tender and lovely.

the pie isn’t a metaphor (it’s just pie) by noviembre

9.3k post-canon fic in which dean and cas get comfortable with their relationship and bake some pies together. it’s a very soft little story that features dean being head over heels and cas being beautifully sarcastic.

Talk Therapy by shara

9.3k of dean figuring out what he wants from cas and how to be in a relationship with him. sex-focused, but intentional about what details are shared so it feels very natural and sweet. cas is so steadfast as dean tries to unlearn what he’s been taught his whole life.

it’s such a mystery (the way you know me) by fleeceframe

another memory loss fic, except it’s cas this time! 10k words about cas getting hit with a temporary memory loss spell and his rediscovery of love and friendship. straight up this one made me cry happy tears. fleeceframe writes beautiful stuff, and this one is no different--the language is just gorgeous.

killing time by orestespdf

11.2k post-canon fic. it’s kind of a day in the life of dean and cas in the lake house they’ve made their home that doubles as a cas character study. very cathartic and romantic.

Kingdom Come by ahurston

17.3k cas comes back from the empty fic featuring a road trip and lots of cas introspection. dean and cas’s interactions are so so so in-character the entire time, and the final moments of the story are absolutely perfect. one of my personal favorite fix-its.

a certain light by flightagain

24.3k au in which cas works at a gas-n-sip and dean’s a customer that comes in a lot, with a supernatural twist! this story is so gorgeous and gentle, and dean and cas’s relationship is portrayed beautifully. if you’re a cas fan, this story is his from pov and nails it in a way that i think is really hard to do in an au. 

Peace And Good Luck to All Men by KismetJeska

31.3k human au in which dean is anna’s boyfriend she brings home for christmas, and he and cas immediately click. i am not a big au person, especially when it comes to angel characters, but this fic is so genuinely in character and still hilarious. also a long time fandom classic.

Everybody Needs the Light by opal_bullets

46.5k words of another banger by opal_bullets of poet dean fic fame! actually i might like this one just a little better which should tell how great this one is. it takes place pre-series. dean stops at an old motel in minnesota that cas is running, and something strange is going on… this fic has one of the most interesting conclusions i’ve read in a spn fic and there is such a cool atmosphere to the whole piece. highly recommended if you’re a fan of mysteries and/or supernatural’s angelic dynamics and/or pre-series dean.

Smells Like Roses by orphan_account :(

53.8k words. an absolute classic. seriously, if you haven’t read this, ESPECIALLY if you’re a dean girl, it’s a must-read. set in season 5, dean has a vivid djinn dream of an entire life he spends married in domestic bliss with cas. when he gets pulled out of it, he struggles to readjust and focus on the coming apocalypse. dean is so in-character and so heart-breaking. def a dean thesis fic with a healthy side of destiel sweetness.

The Hanged Man by ellispark

87.6k words. PARK RANGER CAS. literally need i say more?? if that alone hasn’t sold you, the story is that he finds dean out in the woods after someone has tried to kill him, and the mystery unfolds from there as the two of them grow closer. the plot is really interesting and in-character despite being an au. also, if non-verbal dean is something you like/find interesting, you will really love this fic. absolutely worth the read and frankly deserves more hits!

[moussescientist]

do u have any theories regarding the ending of kingdom of flesh and fire??? that ending was crazy!!

I DO ANON!!!

**Spoilers for A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire ahead, obviously**

My brain has been working non-stop since I finished on Thursday with all the different theories. I’m going to break-up my main ones based on topics/characters.

What is Poppy’s lineage/Who is Queen Ileana???

So I don’t think what the Duchess was saying was a total lie. Yes, she was trying to get Poppy to come back willingly but I don’t think what she was saying was total BS. 

First of all, I 100% believe that Ileana is King Malec’s mortal lover that (as far as we know) got turned into an Ascended. If I remember correctly from FB&A, it was said that once it was discovered that he had Ascended her, they were exiled and had never been heard from again. I think Isbeth/Ileana had been pregnant at the time and he saved her to save their child AKA Poppy’s mom. This would also make sense with Poppy’s reveal as the last descendant of Nyktos since Malec was the last deity and was a descendant of Nyktos. 

Further, the Atlantians tried to have every deity killed after Malec, since they would have instant claim to the throne, so Isbeth had to assume the identity of Ileana and hide her child/grandchild away so no one would discover who she really was. Many of Queen Ileana’s actions feel like she has a very personal grudge not just against the Atlantians, but the Da’Neers in particular.

When Poppy confronts the Duchess in the carriage, the Duchess says:

“The Queen will be so thrilled to learn you’ve done what she could never accomplish. Seized Atlantia right out from under them, under her.”

The emphasis on her suggests, to me, a very personal tiff between Eloana and Ileana, which makes sense if Ileana = Isbeth. Also, when Eloana sees Poppy and gives up her crown, Poppy senses from her:

“...even as a potent, helpless sort of rage drenched the space around her, one that carried the stench of a long-buried fear come to fruition.”

I think that long buried fear was that King Malec had offspring and that they would come back to claim her throne, as would be their right because of their deity bloodline. 

What I still haven’t figured out yet is how Ian and Poppy’s parents fit into this. I am still not 100% convinced that who Poppy believes are her parents are actually her parents. Why is Poppy special but Ian isn’t??? There could also just be something special about the female bloodline in particular, but I am not sure. Also, where is Malec?? I doubt Malec = King Jalara so perhaps Malec did die a long time ago during the War. So many things left unanswered but I am excited for the reveals I know will come in the next two books!! 

Alastir is shady af

I think Alastir *for sure* knew Poppy’s parents and was contacted to get her out. He seemed to recognize their names when he asked Poppy. I think he realized what Poppy and her mother were and had them killed, but by whom I do not know. Poppy remarks that the man who held her wrist the night of the attack had red splotches, though I don’t know what that means since I don’t think we have met anyone who matches that description yet. 

Further, Poppy constantly notes how Alastir’s voice is so familiar and she assumes it is because he sounds like Vikter, but I think it is because she heard him before in her childhood. 

The night of the attack aside, Alastir was 100% involved in the attempt on Poppy’s life at the end. Beckett is his grand nephew and Alastir was a little too insistent that Cas speak to him alone, away from Poppy. Whether Alastir was following Jalara/Eloana’s orders or making his own, I don’t know. 

At the end, Alastir says:

“It’s not too late. It’s not, Eloana-”

Here I think he is talking about giving up the throne/crown. Everything Alastir did was to prevent Poppy from making it to Atlantia because he knew exactly what she was the whole time. He had always known. If Poppy had agreed to go with him on that first day, I am certain he would’ve had her killed. 

We get a false sense of security from Alastir because every time Poppy senses his feelings she feels that they are genuine, but he is over 800 years old. The man has learned to carefully hide his true feelings by now. Also, as a bonded wolven the person you share the bond with can sense some of what you are feeling and I don’t feel like you can betray that bond and their trust without being able to hide your true intentions. 

Should also note that Alastir is one of the only wolven at the end who was not put into their wolf form and trying to protect Poppy. Shady. As. Fuck. 

Those are the major ones I have for now but I am sure I will think of more haha. Feel free to share your theories/ideas! I want to hear them all!!!