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criticofallthings · 3 years ago

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SO IT’S 5:12AM BECAUSE I’VE BEEN TYPING AWAY A NEW HEADCANNON PIECE OF CRACK IDEA THAT WOULDN’T LET ME SLEEP IF I DIDN’T. edit: bc tumblr mobile app is dumb I had to restart in a web browser and it is now 6:03 AM.

Anyway yeah so that Hawkmokn lore tab where we see Guardian lad and Crow get drunk and be merry (brain’s a little scramble rn, but I’m preeetty sure its the Hawkmoon lore tab)?? Yeah so that and trauma bonding / healing bc if I haven’t said it a thousand times and then sme yet, Imma say it again: POOR TRAUMATIZED GUARDIANS OMFG 😭😭😭

No title no beta bc literally just shat this out the past couple of hours:

cw/tw: ptsd, referenced major character death, death, implied depression/major grief, self depreciation

ps. usually I write nonbinary Guardian, but today we got lady she/her Guardian

pps. this fic is a heckin chonker compared to the previous ones

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Crow’s lips were gentle against the Guardian’s own, a bit dry, but sweet and heady with the lingering wine. The kiss was sudden. It was spontaneous. And it made something warm and so soft and so, so very fragile, hatch within the Guardian’s chest.

Until she opened her eyes and saw those golden eyes, glowly softly in the dark, beneath dusky white and raven black fringe. The pale smokey blue of his skin, luminous where it reflected the warmth of the campfire, and cast in deep shadows where the night’s darkness fought to shade his face. The smell of ash suddenly weighs much heavier in the air.

That warm, soft, and fragile thing in the Guardian’s chest goes cold and sharp and hard. Time slows and speeds up at the same time within her mind, stealing her away to a prison of memories. Blood rushes to her ears, drowning out the warning from Ghost to Crow and Glint.

The Guardian shoved Crow away and stood up, a heavy handcannon with a white spade on the stock materializing into her hand, aimed at Crow’s heart. An errant blip of data-Light to Crow’s left is all that hints at Glint’s swift dematerialization. Crow stays prone on the ground, spawled on his back, one hand raised up, in an attempt to pacify —unwittingly making it harder for the Guardian to snap out of that memory.

The stench of burnt oil, sweat, and soot fills her nose. She only hears the crackles of flames and electric buzzing as her heart pounds, coldly staring into Crow’s bewildered eyes. Those deep golden eyes that had haunted her waking hours and chased her down in nightmares. Those eyes filled with cruelty as they watched her stumble to Cayde’s dying side. She doesn’t realize yet, but the tears she couldn’t shed before, now weep from her eyes. The handcannon trembles slightly in her grip.

Ghost floats over into his Guardian’s field of view. He’s careful to let her know he’s doing so by giving her shoulder a bump as he glides to a rest above the stock of the handcannon. He hovers there, his one eye searching both of hers, glow dimmed slightly. His shell gives a soft whirl before he speaks, leaning in gently towards her.

“That is not him.”

The silence is deafening, every second only increasing the tension. Ghost clicks his shell, uncertain if his words were even heard. He tries again, bobbing in the air.

“Crow is not him.”

The handcannon trembles. But the Warlock doesn’t move, bound by so much tension you’d think she was a Hunter about to leap into the air to throw a Blade Barrage.

“Crow is not him.”

Ghost speaks again, insistent, shell whirling softly as he flits closer to his Guardian. A flicker of recognition crosses her face. The handcannon falters, no longer aimed directly at Crow’s chest. Ghost nudges her hand, bumping the Guardian’s aim to the ground.

She trembles, a full body shudder and the handcannon slips from her grasp. Suddenly she’s aware, all too aware of what happened, and the tension holding her still dissipates. She falls to her knees, energy completely spent.

“I, I-I’m so sorry.” She’s barely able to whisper the words in his direction.

Before her, Crow watches, eyes wide and doe-like, shocked and unsure of what to do. Of what just happened. A sinking feeling blooms in his gut.

He knows he wasn’t a good man before he died. Plenty of guardians had made that clear through their boot heels and fists, gunfire and knives, with their Light in three different energies: arc, void, and solar. As did the Eliksni, who cursed him in their language while their Captains tore him apart with their four arms.

Crow knows it’s an understatement to say he wasn’t a good man in his previous life. Even if he could never learn about who that man was, what he did, and would only by the number of shattered bones and bruised flesh just how much pain that man had caused —Crow decided early on that he could take it. It was penance. It was justly due and therefore he couldn’t call it painful.

But this? This hurt.

It hurt because now he knows that the man he once was had struck an incomprehensible blow to the Guardian he had come to know more of. It hurt because he had been holding on to a small hope, an indescribably small bit of hope, that of all the people he had encountered in his previous life that he had never met the Guardian. Because if they had never met, then maybe, maybe there was someone he didn’t hurt. His first friend. His savoir. His now not-so-secret-crush. And the longer he thought about it, the greater that sinking feeling in his gut grew.

He could no longer deny the shock and subdued anger and almost very well hidden grief he had seen flash across her face when he revealed himself to her and Osiris. He could no longer deny the way they had kept him at distance while easily in sight with a hand hovering over their gun every time they met him for a Hunt or to study a newly sprouted Cryptolith. Why his attempts at humor and jokes were met with cool silence. Why whenever he saw that handcannon, he instinctively recoiled away from it, phantom pain bursting sharply in his heart.

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Crow remembers the first time he saw the Guardian wield that gun. How she had effortlessly cleared a pack of thrall in one clip, each headshot exploding in a flurry of solar. How his body reacted: legs collapsing beneath him, his heart burning painfully, lungs gasping for air that never seemed to make it into him, retching pathetically, as tears streamed down his face.

Why was he crying?

Why did he feel an insurmountable wall of sorrow and regret?

She had seen him fall and before the last thrall had burnt away completely, she came running towards him. All he could see in that moment was that gun getting closer and all he felt was an innate desire to get away.

Run, run, run, run, run before you die!

Run you before you burn!

The Guardian came close, hands splayed before her, voice speaking in soothing tones, words lost upon his panicking ears. He had screamed then, in abject terror. It was a garbled and pitched sound as he tried to breathe and vomit and scrabble away all at the same time; his eyes riveted to the handcannon now holstered at her side. Her Warlock mind, keen to details, quickly realized what had triggered his panic and she deftly threw the gun to her Ghost who transmatted it away mid-air.

Crow doesn’t remember what the Guardian said to him, but he remembers how carefully she reached out to him. How she framed his face in her gauntleted hands, so gentle, so lightly, as if he might shatter into glass —just to touch her forehead to his. How the puffs of her outward breaths ghosting by his cheeks helped calm his own.

And he knew then, in that moment that no matter what that gun meant that he was already in too deep. When with a simple touch, the Guardian could soothe away old terrors he himself knew nothing of, Crow knew then. He loves her.

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Crow slowly got to his feet, mindful of the Guardian (who was despondently staring into her open hands while Ghost hovered on her shoulder). He looks at that gun, chest starting to burn, heartbeat increasing. Clenching a fist at his side, Crow takes a tentative step and then another until he’s close enough to pick up the handcannon. He gingerly picks it up by the barrel, keeping his hands off the stock on purpose. It’s another small step towards the Guardian before he kneels in front of them.

He pauses there, unsure of what he can do —of what he did that caused the Guardian to react so violently before. He doesn’t think it was the kiss itself...that seemed to be fine until she looked at his face, into his eyes. Ah. Crow rests the handcannon on his thigh and pulls up his hood, jerking it to cover more of his face. Cautiously he grabs the handcannon by the barrel again and with his other hand, slowly reaches for one of the Guardian’s own. She lets him guide her hand to the handcannon and once he’s sure she won’t drop it, Crow gently pushes both towards her again. The Guardian looks away, but cradles the handcannon in her lap.

More hesitantly now, Crow raises his hands to cup her face just as she once did for him. He can’t exactly see with his hood covering so much of his face, but he slowly gets nearer and carefully moves his hands over the side of her face. He leans forward to rest his forehead against hers, the edges of his hood brushing across his nose as he did so, fully obscuring his vision. Crow doesn’t know of anything he could say in this moment —what could he of all people say to her, Guardian of guardians, that could possibly make a difference? So he doesn’t say anything. Instead, Crow softly hums.

It’s an old melody, a lullaby he found while exploring abandoned freighters and passenger ships in the Reef. When Glint discovered his fondness for it, the Little Light would often hum the tune, sitting on his chest, to soothe him on several sleepless nights in Spider’s Lair. Crow hopes that this at least, can help ground the Guardian in the present and away from the painful memories in her past.

They stay like this for a while. The Guardian’s breath evens out and somewhere along the time past, Ghost had dematerialized. It was just the two of them now. Crow stops humming when he feels the Guardian raise a hand to cover one of his over her face. She leans into his palm, then forward against his forehead for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Crow, I’m so sor—“ She starts to apologize and it’s a whisper until she says his name to apologize once more. Crow doesn’t want to hear this, he doesn’t deserve an apology. So Crow cuts off the Guardian by dropping his hands to her sides and pulling her into his chest.

The sudden movement sends the Guardian toppling onto Crow. He curls forward to protect his head, but keeps his arms around her, falling flat on his back. The Guardian doesn’t move to get off of him and Crow takes that as an okay sign. He keeps one arm around her, the other he moves to card his fingers through her hair.

“Of all the people in this world, Guardian, I am the last of anyone to whom you owe an apology.” Crow let’s his words hang in the air, trying to keep his breathing even so his heart would stay less frantic too.

“If anything,” he pauses to admire a particularly silky strand of hair as it slips through his fingers.

“I am the one indebited to you.”

There’s another pause as he sorts his next words before speaking. His hand idly resumes carding through the Guardian's hair again.

“So much so that I wonder if it’s selfish greed that makes me want to stay like this.” Crow sighs, looking straight up into the star speckled sky above them. At this angle he can’t see the Guardian, but he feel her shift slightly in his arms.

“Even though you’ve done so much for a worthless stain of a being as me…Even though I can never atone for the things I’ve done befo—“ He’s interrupted by the Guardian slapping a hand over his mouth.

“You are not him.” She shifts in his arms, sitting up, moving a leg over to straddle him properly.

Crow grabs his fallen hood in a panic, pulling the fabric so swiftly up around his face he hears the fabric creak as its seams struggle to stay sewn. Still, he doesn’t let the material go, trying to keep his face hidden.

“You are not him.” The Guardian repeats herself, lifting her hand from his mouth. Crow can’t tell with what emotion she said it with and he’s too afraid to check just yet. He doesn’t want to cause her harm again, regardless of how circumstantially accidental it was.

“Crow…”

He freezes at the way she calls his name. It was different from how she usually said it. It sounded soft and so warm in her voice. The Guardian prods at one of hands clamped on his hood. He turns his head to the side, trying to escape beneath a look he could practically feel brushing against his hands.

“I...I-I don’t want to hurt you...again.” Crow’s heart beats skittishly within his chest, causing a lump to form in his throat. He’s barely able to say these words out loud without an audible whimper to them. He tries to speak again, but fails.

The Guardian leans forward over him and a shifting moment later he feels her tap her forehead against his. Her hands rest, half-covering his own, but exerting no force to push of pry his fingers away from his hood.

“Crow.” She whispers his name, just as soft and warm as before. Her lips ghost across his clenched hands when she spoke, sending goosebumps down his arms. Crow tenses.

It’s a full body reaction as Crow completely freezes up. Once more he tries to swallow down the lump in his throat with little success. His tongue feels dry and too heavy in his mouth. He can feel his heart rate spike, beating so hard now he’s unsure if the metaphorical ache that had been nesting there is becoming a real one.

“Please, Crow?” The Guardian pleads softly, leaning back and letting her hands slide from his face to over his chest.

“You can’t hide your handsome face forever.” She tries to make it sound light hearted, an easy joke, but the anxious tapping of her finger against his chest reveals her anxiety. Crow takes a deep, shaky inhale, holding it a second before letting it out.

“I-I can’t.” Crow sputters, the breath he had taken just before speaking seemed too little for all the things he wanted to say. Did she really just call his face handsome right now? Oh Traveler, why was that now all he could focus on??

He feels the Guardian shift in his lap again. The movement snaps Crow out of his thoughts and inadvertently he tightens his grip on his hood again. Somewhere behind his head, a seam in the hood gives way and the fabric tears from the stress.

A small chuckle near his ear catches him off guard and Crow isn’t able to stop his head from jerking sideways. This gives the Guardian an advantage and she presses against him, letting her head rest side by side to his. It keeps him unable to turn his face again. Even still, Crow maintains his hold over his ruined hood.

“Well then...” The Guardian pauses. Her voice, low and smooth, is right next to Crow’s ear. Crow flinches slightly, swallowing rapidly again, not expecting her to be so close.

“...how am I supposed to kiss you back?”

“Huuh??”

Crow lets out a confused sound, brain derailing instantly, but also cutting some of the tension out of his body. Certainly, he must have heard the Guardian wrong. But the sound of two ghosts re-materializing interrupts the Guardian (who Crow is now very aware is straddling him) from speaking as she suddenly freezes.

“OH. Oh! Oh...well uh, w-we’ll come back later!! N-n-not too soon, ofcou—” Ghost’s shocked rambling is halted by metallic clinking as Glint’s shell collides with his. In the background, Glint’s hurried whispers of “Just go! Just go!” are just barely audible before the two Little Lights decompile once more.

Above him, the Guardian lets out a heavy breath once the two ghosts are gone. Beneath his hands, Crow breaks into a brief smile at that. The brief interruption had brought a measure of calm to him and he didn’t want to waste the moment.

“I, well...the man I was did something pretty horrible to you, didn’t I?” Crow lets the question hang in the air, but pushes on. If he lets the Guardian speak now, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to say these words again.

“Not just you, to all the guardians...the Vanguard, and even the Eliksni, maybe even to the Scorn.” The Guardian is still above him, listening, but against his chest Crow can feel the heavy, measured beating of her heart.

“A-and I know. I just know. That that handcannon --the one with the white spade— I know that man died to that gun...This body remembers, but I also think it’s much more than that.” Crow stops to take a shuddering breath in. He focuses on the steady feeling of the Guardian’s heart against his chest to center himself.

“When I see that gun...it’s like I can feel that final shot burning again and again. But then there’s so much more to it. So much pain that isn’t from that bullet, so much grief, and fear, and even anger. Anger at myself, knowing I —all I did was —all I caused was…” He trails off, not able to find the words to describe how those moments felt. When he speaks again, it’s all in whispers.

“But when I see you, I know it’s not right, I know it’s selfish, I know you didn’t even like me at the beginning….but when I see you, I know I’ll be okay. Because the Light gave me a second chance to be okay and you did the same.”

Crow stops when he feels the Guardian shifting again. She grabs him by his elbows and slides off of his lap, tugging on him to join her in a sitting position. His knees are now tucked under his chin and he can feel her legs framing his own. It’s silent for a moment, but then he feels her edge closer to plant a chaste kiss to the back of his hands.

“It was an accident, a trick of the light and shadow…I—you are not like him in many, many ways.” For a moment Crow’s heart plummeted to his gut, wrenching at her first few words. Her hands cover his own again and Crow’s heart grows light.

“Please. Look at me.” The Guardian asks Crow while gently pressing against his knuckles. She rubs her thumbs over the side and backs of his hands, small soothing gestures.

Crow clenches his jaw, then decides against it. He releases his hold on his cloak’s hood, fingers stiff and aching from how tightly he had clung to the material. Crow doesn’t let the hood fall from his face and keeps his eyes shut. The Guardian takes his hands into her own, warming and massaging them to ease the stiffness.

Once she deems his hands warm enough, the Guardian lets them go. Crow rests them at his side, not confident yet to open his eyes. He focuses on the way the air moves instead, trying to anticipate her next move so he doesn’t jump.

Slowly, the Guardian moves the hood off of his head. She cups his face with one hand while the other strokes his cheek before tucking several stray strands of hair behind his ear. Throughout it all, Crow is still. However, his heart beats fast within his chest.

“Wha-“ Crow’s questions are cutoff before he could even start to ask —the Guardian smothering them beneath a passionate kiss. She teases his bottom lip with her teeth and in his surprise, Crow opens his eyes.

He’s immediately consumed by the Guardian’s smoldering eyes, half-open to catch his reaction. Crow’s not one to be outdone, and he raises a hand to cradle the back of her head as he presses into the kiss. He teases the Guardian back with a lick of his tongue, half expecting nothing, but pleasantly surprised when she returned in kind. It’s a sweet and warm moment and once again the Guardian feels that soft and fragile thing flutter in her chest.

“See,” the Guardian whispers against Crow’s lips as she caresses his face, maintaining steady eye contact, “all okay. You are you.”

Crow’s brows upturn at her words, feeling almost overwhelmed. Those words offered more solace to his heart than the kisses —kisses which he could hardly believe happened. He’ll have to make sure she was on the same page as him later, because any further and Crow would fall even more inextricably in love with the Guardian.

They lean into each other for some time, letting the comforting silence speak for them. Beside them, the fire pops as it fades off, nearly just embers now.

Crow’s the first to move, stretching behind himself to reach a spare log. He tosses it onto the middle of the fire. It doesn’t catch right away, but the Guardian flicks a bit of solar Light at it and soon the fire cackles warmly again.

Adjusting himself, Crow scoots closer to the Guardian so that they’re sitting shoulder to shoulder.

“Could you tell me—only if you want to—about…” Unsure of how to ask and knowing it’s taboo for guardians to learn details of their past, Crow trails off.

“I-I just want to listen...if that would help.”

The Guardian catches his hand at that and brings it to her lips. She plants a gentle kiss on his palm. Looking into Crow’s eyes, she slowly nods. He leans forward to give the Guardian a chaste peck on her lips. Crow adjusts how he’s sitting to embrace the Guardian from behind and she shifts to lean into him.

“No questions about details related to your past, alright? Only if you don’t understand something like time or place.”

Crow nods several times, suddenly feeling shy and too anxious to speak. He hugs the Guardian tightly before easing up to let her speak.

“Alright,” She sounds a bit tired now, the exact kind of weariness that only comes from raging against a deep grief and losing the battle, but accepting the scars and moving on. One foot in front of the other. “it’s a Golden Age saying that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”

“Let me tell you the story of how a beloved space cowboy, an enigmatic jailer, and a terribly misguided, but utterly-devoted-to-his-dead-sister brother collided into absolute tragedy.”

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kiranatrix · 4 years ago

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Need some Death Note fanfic to read while avoiding family, recovering exams/work, or just cause? Here’s everything I wrote in 2020 for Death Note. I’ll be updating this post for 2021 eventually. I organized them by type of work (in-progress fics, finished chaptered fics, tumblr fics, and one-shots).

IN-PROGRESS FICS BEING UPDATED NOW

Dial K for Kira: Lawlight//Rated E. Summary: Light needs some easy money to finance his Kira plans, and notices there’s a big demand for Kira roleplay phone sex. So he figures, “Why not? Pretty sure I’ll be convincing.” He raises some fast cash and plans to shut the whole thing down and get back to writing names, until he gets a request from somebody who wants to “roleplay” as L.

Catch Perfect [with @resilicns]: Lawlight/Rated M. Summary: Light’s desk catches on fire during the placement of L’s illegal surveillance cameras in the Yagami household, burning up the Death Note. Light forgets everything, the killings suddenly stop, and Kira fades away from the public consciousness but never from L’s. Six years later, Ryuk returns to Earth with a new Death Note for Light, now an agent in INTERPOL, ready for Round 2. L’s ready too.

Good Bones [with @main-exam]: Lawlight/Rated E. Summary: Mello and Matt have a seance with a cursed Ouija board but summon a very annoyed Ryuk from the Shinigami Realm into the attic of a gothic mansion. Fast forward a few years and Light Yagami is a realtor in England, vying for the title of Realtor King from the current champ. He's determined to sell this discount mansion with a bad reputation, but just as Light starts to make friends with the mansion's ghost, a ghost-hunting detective gets wind that something spooky is going on.

FINISHED CHAPTERED FICS

Koi No Yokan [with @ghostoftasslehoff]: Lawlight//Rated E. Light decides to take a little risk and seek a no-strings-attached hookup and gets a surprising (accidental) match. Light and L gradually open up to each other over the course of a night, not knowing who the other is. However, as they go back to their lives in the morning, suspicions take hold and secrets come to light. The chance meeting starts to feel a lot more like fate as L closes in on Kira, and both must decide whether they felt anything real for the other and what that means.

Lux Aeterna [with @ghostoftasslehoff]: Lawlight//Rated E. Vampire AU. The world’s greatest vampire hunter, L Lawliet, heads to Romania with his mentor Watari to investigate some odd disappearances. Meanwhile, the 400-year-old vampire, Light, has recently awoken from his century-long slumber to find the world has changed, but his thirst for the blood of sinners hasn’t.

Enemy of My Enemy [with @my-one-true-l]: Light Yagami/Beyond Birthday//Rated T. It’s just another day for To-Oh’s top student Light Yagami, until he runs into a mysterious new student in class who can see Ryuk. Beyond is set on getting to Kira before L does but things take a twist when Light gets him alone.

TUMBLR FICS

Strange Fiction: Death Note Ficlets: Various//Rated Gen to T. Thirty-nine ficlets and more added periodically. Lawlight, Ryuk & Light being bros, MikaLight, gen fic, Remisa, Android AU, stories of Light and L’s childhood, etc.

ONE-SHOTS

Get Well Soon [with art by @sketchyspirit]: Lawlight//Rated E. Summary: Light buys Misa a birthday present which L jealously intercepts. Possessiveness and misunderstandings threaten to rock the precarious agreement between Light and L, where each has made dangerous sacrifices to stay together after the end of the Kira case.

Phototaxis: Lawlight//rated G. Summary: L comes over to the Yagami's household for dinner and to work on a project with Light. On the menu are suspicions, ulterior motives, and nobody saying what they mean.

Orbit: Lawlight//Rated T. Summary: Light’s having lunch under the cherry trees with his friends at To-Oh, but L unexpectedly shows up and runs everyone else off but Light. A missing scene, a private conversation with L's 'first friend' and rival under the spring sakura.

Appetites: Lawlight//Rated T. Summary: It was never about cake.

Main Attraction [with @ghostoftasslehoff, with art by @ohgodplsdontlook]: Lawlight//Rated E. Summary: Light invites L to the movies but L expects to be bored since Light picked the flick. Light has a secret plan to make sure that L will be on the ‘edge’ of his seat the whole time-- a toy that L doesn't know is remote-controlled. L finds out the hard way, and at the worst (best) moments.

Obsolete: Ryuk/Light//Rated T. Summary: Light lives all his life in the span of a day, but Ryuk will live that day over an eternity.

Beholder’s Eye: Lawlight//Rated M. Summary: Light's rudely awoken and seemingly kidnapped to face his execution, but all is not what it seems.

One of a Pair [with @ghostoftasslehoff]: Lawlight//Rated M. Fencing AU. Summary: Light has just quit the To-Oh fencing team and the team Captain, Ryuzaki, will do just about anything to provoke him to come back, including challenging Light to an illegal duel.

Restitution: Lawlight//Rated T. Summary: L tries to pay Light a salary for his work on the Task Force to assuage the prickling of guilt he feels, but that’s not what Light wants.

Kodama [with @ghostoftasslehoff]: Lawlight//Rated T. Summary: Seven years after L’s death, Light feels compelled to visit his grave and take solace under the strange, dead tree nearby. L’s watching from Mu and takes residence in the sacred tree, changing it and Light, who can’t see him.

Still Life: Light/Light//Rated T. Summary: Light stumbles upon a painting that he bears an uncanny resemblance to and discovers a magical secret behind who was cursed to dwell within it for 300 years. It might just be the best luck of his life (or the worst).

Dark Horse [with art by @daathdweller]: Gen fic. Linda left Wammy's House for a brilliant art career, but never forgot how she'd been passed over as one of L's successors. She decides to work in the shadows as the detective L2 when a new Kira appears in 2019, moving fast to tackle the case that the 'official' L seems content to ignore. Roger told her art never helped solve a case, but he was wrong.

Technology Liaison: Light & Ryuk. Light gets curious about what the Death Note is really made of and asks Ryuk. What happens when paper becomes obsolete in the increasingly digital world?

Yosuzume [with art by @ikathemadhatter]: Beyond-centric//Rated T. Summary: Beyond’s shinigami eyes have always set him apart and given him knowledge no human should possess. His obsession with divining and controlling the future has led him to develop his own rituals, which weave themselves into his life and the events of the LABB case.

Names and Distant Things [with art by @ikathemadhatter]: Beyond/L// Rated T. Summary: Beyond knew when L was planning to visit Wammy’s House because a padlock would appear on the second refrigerator in the kitchen. A day or so later, a green Aston Martin would roll up the long, oak-lined driveway in the dead of night, headlights off and practically invisible. Not to Beyond, though; his strange eyes had always seen more than others could-- names and distant things; an antique car in the darkness or the date someone will die.

Copper and Silver: Beyond/L//Rated M. Magician AU. Summary: There had always been two types of magic in the world. One was quite real but elusive, and more of a curse than a blessing on those who could channel it. The other was the magic of mankind-- the sleight of hand or memory trick, the careful distraction or well-placed mirror. It was the business of the famed illusionist Lazarus, also (un)known as L Lawliet, that no one in his audience should ever know the difference.

For fics before 2020, check out my AO3 (ZombieJesus) here!

#death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight #my writing #pinned post #one day I'll make a masterpost with everything #but I'm lazy and 2020 will do for now 👌#check out my A03 if you want to find older fics

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aftgficrec · 4 years ago

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got any good fics with cryptids, the woods or just the super natural in general? like adventurecore stuff? thank you! ☺️

Wow, this fandom certainly likes its supernatural elements! Check out our list of previous recommendations (by no means comprehensive, but it’s a start), and enjoy the fics below. - S

Neil as a fantasy creature here (also see links at top of post)

new horror/supernatural fics here

October staff recs here

autumnal/spooky fics here

werewolf aus here

‘running with the wolves’ here

‘high up in the hills of california series’ series here

‘Fang and Claw and Tooth and Nail’ here

‘Sunday in a Six-Day-War’ here

‘(don’t fear) the reaper’ here

‘devil's got us all in his pockets’ here

‘F.O.X.E.S. Division’ here

‘I Want to Believe’ here

‘skeletons in the water’ here

‘I just wanted to protect you’ here

‘The War Behind Your Face; And I'll Express My Inner Rage’ here

‘Haunted: Not Clickbait’ here

‘the haunted walls of the wesninski house’ here

‘The Ghost in You’ here

‘some ghosts are real enough (to be felt)’ here (since updated)

‘Written in the scars of our hearts’ here

‘A Phantom and a Fly’ here

‘The Morning AUs - The Witch Hunt’ here

‘Since the beginning’ series here

‘Spookies & Cream’ here

Ursa Major by darkbluebox [Rated T, 4288 words, incomplete, last updated Dec 2020]

At first, it seems like an ordinary photography assignment. A few weeks trekking through the wintry wilderness, enough shots of the local fauna to keep his agent happy, and then onwards once more. However, the strange little tourist lodge in the foothills holds more than Neil bargained for - secrets, thievery, friendship, and an impossible blond bear.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

into the woods series by Ominous [Rated T, 38467 words, incomplete, last updated Jan 2021]

Part 1: through the thicket (T, 9928 words)

"No, you're not real," he says, and he thinks he repeats it a few times, trying to convince himself it's all one bad dream. Whatever is stalking him stops, but Neil can still feel its aura, its power. The presence it has is gargantuan, a wall Neil has no hope of getting past. Just like his father in front of him. At the thought, at the ghost of hands on him, Neil screams. "You're gone!"

And he opens his eyes just as the lightning strikes. It bathes the forest in a bluish glow for half a second, but it's enough for Neil to see.

It's not his father, it's—

The dog in front of him boofs softly, and Neil's eyes widen.

Part 2: out of the brush (T, 11971 words)

As he spends long hours playing with Atlas, Neil questions why Andrew never comes to visit. Neil knows he's not good at reading people, but with how much time he and Andrew also spend together now...

He'd think they were friends? Maybe?

Something in Neil's stomach flips uncomfortably at the thought of Andrew, and Atlas lifts his head, peering down at Neil.

It’s uncanny, how he always seems to do that, but Neil isn’t any closer to figuring out himself or Atlas’ bizarre behavior.

Part 3: across the clearing (T, 16568 words)

"Don't presume to know me," Andrew says, but it has no bite, no resentment. He sounds tired, and the strain makes Neil's smile falter, his arms falling to his sides. Andrew should never sound so defeated, so hopeless, not even for a moment. It's the tone of a man who's already lost, and Neil's not even aware of what game they're playing.

So he smiles again, shaky this time, and hopes with everything he has that Andrew can sense Neil's truth as well. That whatever it is, Neil will still be riding along with Andrew in his truck. He won’t leave.

"No," Neil says back, shaking his head. "I only know what you tell me."

And if Andrew decides to tell him everything, then Neil only hopes it's because he wants to.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: mild violence

Post Its and Missing Persons by nerdzeword [Rated T, 6303 words, Complete 2020]

In which they are grad students trying to stop the rise of the old ones.

College AU for the AFTG BINGO blackout with the crew

tw: violence

Grim by wittyrabbit [Rated G, 2798 words, incomplete, last updated Oct 2020]

Weird occurrences up and down, sometimes sideways. It was normal in the eastern Massachusetts town Neil resided in. Born from hauntings and witches alike, the town was built on a principle of scares and mythology. A childhood friend shows up from Neil's past and things begin to get weird.

or au where Andrew is the Grim Reaper's son and saves Neil from his fate.

tw: violence

Caught You (Now I'm Gonna Scratch Up All Your Toys) by hoob_gooblin [Rated M, 11658 words, complete, Aftg Reverse Big Bang 2020]

Reverse Big Bang 2020, written for the prompt:

"The Monsters are just that, monsters, but they aren't all as bad as they seem. Aaron and Andrew are the most feared of all of them, but no one actually knows what they are, until Neil stumbles upon them and can't quite believe his eyes."

Otherwise known as, an unwittingly accepted catboy twinyards au treated far too seriously.

tw: ableist language, tw: violence, tw: bullying, tw: non-consensual drug use

NB: Art prompt by @goopllmw-artdeactivated15-05-20

Cold Spots Part 1, Cold Spots Part 2 and Cold Spots Part 3 by @yourwritersblock [tumblr, 2018]

Neil should have seen it coming, really. He had become far too complacent hanging around the empty house, day after day, year after year. He had almost forgotten that houses were built for the living.

Art

ghost au by @fornavn [tumblr, aftg bingo 2020]

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sapphireswimming · 4 years ago

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11?

thanks for the fanfic day ask!

11. What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

I posted a screenshot of my wip file here but to dig a little deeper into some of those Danny Phantom documents, I haven’t yet done:

AU where ghosts looks like humans outside of the Ghost Zone and Jazz stumbles upon a full ghost Danny trying to hide in an alleyway one night, and convinces him to come home with her since he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. He has to survive living with the Fentons and meeting the few people Jazz regularly brings over to the house - her unlikely friend Spike, Sam and her best friend Tucker, the football players she tutors, and Valerie who is honestly just there for the tech after her father loses his job because of ghosts

Fully human Dance AU that had super fleshed fleshed notes for a multi chaptered fic (and I did actually do some art for it while I was still working at the dance studio but I’m not sure all of it got uploaded to tumblr?)

Fic where the Fentons rescue a nearly-unconscious Dani from a ghost attack, bring her home, and then she has to deal with waking up with the over-enthusiastic Fentons hovering over her when waking up because sure they’re friendly now while they think she’s human but she doesn’t trust how long this will last

15 pages of 100 word drabble wips

Fic about the ramifications of people dying in Amity Park after the Accident, and the increasing number of ghosts that people recognize coming out of the GZ

10 pages of alternating scenes about the Fenton Family relationships from Jack and Vlad’s perspective in a weird sort of Father’s (and Not Father’s) Day fic

plot bunny adapted from jeanette9a: Danny runs away when he first gets his ghost powers. He and Vlad have never met. But Vlad finds Danny lurking around in the forest around his castle. When he happens to observe the boys struggles with his powers, he decides to help Danny. But after a while it's time for the reunion. And that turned out to be a sticky situation when your step dad wants you to kill your own dad. What would you do?

French Future Fic (FFF) - 20 pages of notes for what would be my long chaptered fic. Where Danny accidentally kills Sam via friendly fire in a fight with Vlad and, devastated, runs away to another continent, refusing to contact friends or family for years as he tries to put the ghost stuff behind him. But it doesn’t work because ghosts are everywhere. And Tucker, who has never given up on trying to catch up with Danny, joined a branch of the GIW and ends up developing tech and trying to train a better generation of agents. When he finally meets up with Danny, he convinces him not only to not run again, but to come see what he makes of the new recruits. Which ends up with Danny working as an unofficial all-knowing consultant for the new team while trying to repair his relationship with Tucker and stay out of the GIW’s clutches

A few more Gray Ghost Week prompts which were going to be more in the Nerves (Ghost Hunting Camp AU) and For the Sake of the Song (1920s Superphantom crossover) universes, plus a Hunger Games AU where Valerie knows she shot Danny, she knows she did, but instead of crumpling to the ground to the sound of a cannon, he turns, locks eyes with her, and starts running her way -

58 pages of ideas that haven’t gotten expanded out enough to get their own docs yet

Move-In Security of Amity Park (or MISAP), a new city program courtesy of Mayor Foley. Outside pov, Post PP.

Belated bday fic about Valerie and her fractured relationship with the A Listers (beginning of the wip posted here)

Alex Rider crossover where they become international pen pals for a school project and wonder if they can vaguely vent about some of their respective problems to each other without spilling secrets only to realize that they may both be dealing with some truly awfully ridiculous stuff (wait so you’ve been nearly killed several times by the guy who wants to adopt you as his son?? me too???)

40 pages of more ideas for Apricity, probably including enough complete sentence-stories to post more chapters (note to self...)

14 pages of ideas for “short” things that wanted to grow longer than I had capacity for at the time, apparently

Fic where Danny is battling Spectra in Fenton form, the Fentons barge in to save him, and Spectra realizes just how much misery she could feed off of if she targets them instead to the point that they’ll only get out alive if Danny outs himself by using his powers

6k worth of notes of a 1920s Swing AU superphantom crossover of epic proportions co-created with Chynna (I don’t know what your username is these days ahaha)

Fic where Danny was being held prisoner in some abandoned ghost-proofed warehouse? And gets rescued by a teenager who has absolutely no clue what is going on but has to follow the orders of a half starved kid talking about ghosts in order to get them both out of there before it’s too late

Danny in a hospital because his ghost half is killing him and no one can figure out why

AU where Maddie worries about Jazz who sounds like she’s having full blown conversations with her dead brother when she thinks no one else is around to hear

Ambitious idea I don’t feel up to writing exploring a Danny who hates the fact that after his growth spurt he starts to look and sound like Dan. To the point that he takes down the mirror in his room and stops talking unless absolutely necessary. Sam and Tucker, of course, understand, but no one else does.

Plus some oneshots I wanted to expand into full fics (Nerves, Who I am, Introuvable, etc). And the few chaptered fics that haven’t been updated in a while because I haven’t written anything in a while whoops (Teenage Ghost Punk, Footballer’s Wife, UltraViolet)

Plus the other, you know, 50 documents of superphantom and other fandom wips that I wish I wish I wish I could write haha

#avearia #ave aria #i deep dove into the dp section of my wip files #and found a couple hundred pages of stuff #some of which I had not opened since literally 2011 #theoretically i would still like to do all of them #however will i manage to do even one? unsure #ahahahaha but man yeah i have a lot of fics I want to write #danny phantom #mine #ss #replies #ave-aria

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shellsan · 5 years ago

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Ghost Hunt

Photograph

Concept: A continuation of the original one-shot/prologue.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 50-100k

Unnamed Fairytale AU

Concept: This will be a Cinderella-esk AU where Mai is Cinderella and the Davis twins are the handsome princes.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 50-100k

Meraki

Concept: Meraki (v.) To do something with soul, creativity or love; to put something of yourself into your work. This something I've been wanting to write for years but recently I've been unable to shake from my head so I’ve started planning it out properly. The basic idea is that after Naru goes back to England, Mai takes up singing and becomes a star big enough to go over to England. It's been done a couple times in this fandom but I want to put my own spin on the trope.

Progress: 200 Words Written; Planning progress 15%

Predicted Wordcount: 30-70k

Hyper-graphic Catharsis

Concept: Unlike the above trope, this fic focuses on Mai as a song writer, as opposed to a solo artist. Basically, Mai starts writing songs based on the psychic dreams that she keeps having even after Naru is gone. Bou-san finds them and says that they fit the vibe his band is going for and asks to use them. They end up hitting it big time and make it overseas where they see Naru and Lin again. The “where” for where they end up in a little up in the end and this one is really in the early early stages.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 10%

Predicted Wordcount: 20-60k

Nepenthe

Concept: Nepenthe (n.) Something that makes you forget grief or suffering. What if Yasu and Mai's families were family friends and so when her mother passed away, she was taken in by Yasu's family. How would they go about meeting Naru and the rest of SPR? This thought came about when I was thinking about how much I adore the concept of Mai and Yasu as best friends and I thought about how I can see his mother doting on Mai, his younger best friend who had no-one else to rely on.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 20%

Predicted Wordcount: 20-60k

Eccedentesiast

Concept: Eccedentesiast (n.) Someone who hides pain behind a smile. Mai's father was a killer. Some of her earliest memories are of watching people enter her home and never seeing them leave. When a case begins to get too close for Mai's comfort how will she react? Will she trust the team with the information on her past that no-one else knows or will she keep on pretending.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 20-40k

Bilingual

Concept: What if Mai was fluent in English? Just how much more would she have noticed about Naru and Lin because of their carelessness in thinking she wouldn't understand what they were saying?

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 20-60k

Automatic

Concept: Idea born from a tumblr post; a little girl who grows up thinking all doors are automatic but actually she’s haunted by a really polite ghost

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Predicted Wordcount: 5-15k

Library Adventures

Concept: Idea born from a tumblr post; Mai and Naru meet in this theatre turned bookstore - Naru’s secretly investigating the ghost under the radar with a team (since it’s not the type of place where you can just “stop” for any period of time) and Mai is an exchange student of something who he keeps bumping into? Maybe she even makes friends with the ghost haunting this place and doesn’t realise it?

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning Progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 30-60k

Cemetery Nights

Concept: Adapted from a tumblr post; I can just see Mai needing to make money, so she braves the cemetery and works hard. Meanwhile this ghost hunting team is called in and her boss forgot to let her know, so now she’s stuck in their ‘base’ confused as hell about these 'terrifying and dangerous spirits’ that she hasn’t encountered “and I’ve been working here for a month!”

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 20-40k

Haunted Hotel (Or Love Hotel?)

Concept: Idea born from a tumblr post; The team are off to investigate another location – this time a hotel. The twist? The hauntings of this hotel has its patron on their way to see the ghosts (and an alarming number of them are hoping to do more than just see them).

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 10-20k

Messages from Afar

Concept: When Mai starts highschool, she starts having her "dreams". She has no idea what they are, and honestly they freak her out, so she reads up about how to deal with that and finds out that writing things down can sometimes help with that sort of thing. So, she starts recording them in the form of stories on blogs. At some point, Naru stumbles across them and recognises that, oddly enough, some of those dreams would fit as perfect pieces of information he's never uncovered in some past cases, and upon noting the dates, realises they fit into his timeline perfectly. So he get's curious and reaches out to speak with her about where her ideas come from, and tries to subtly find out more. Meanwhile, Mai is just curious about this internet (friend?) man she's met that seems very smart, very irritating, and super intriguing.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 20%

Predicted Wordcount: 30-50k

Charmed

Concept: A ghost hunt adaptation of the Barbie movie: A Princess Charm School that takes some elements and adds new ones for a twist.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning Progress 15%

Predicted Wordcount: 20-40k

DGM

Calling you... what?

Concept: A continuation of Rescue.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 1-5k

Playing The Game

Concept: A continuation of the original one-shot.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 10-20k

Who's Beneath Who?

Concept: A continuation of the original one-shot.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 10-20k

Highest Bidder

Concept: A continuation of the original one-shot.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 10-20k

Shots Fired

Concept: Idea born from a tumblr post; The Chief of Police is married to a Mob Boss, and they have to keep “just failing” to catch each other. When one of them hits the other in a shootout, it’s followed with “Oh I’m never going to hear the end of this…”

“So how was your day at work?” “YOU FUCKING SHOT ME! THAT WAS MY DAY AT WORK!”

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 10-20k

OHSHC

Shatter

Concept: A continuation of the original one-shot.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 10-30k

Gum

Concept: A continuation of the original one-shot.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 10-20k

MCU

Explosion

Concept: A continuation of the original one-shot.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 5-10k

Star

Concept: A continuation of the original one-shot.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 50-60k

Effects of Magical Deals

Concept: A continuation of the end of Death.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 5-15k

Danger; The Other Standpoint.

Concept: Danger from Bucky's perspective.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 2-5k

Born of Another Tribe

Concept: What if Tony's mother was an honorary Wakandan, found when she was young and raised there until the day that she left to explore her original homeland, raising Tony with the knowledge that he too was born of his mother's clan and welcome on Wakandan soil, though he'd never been? How much would Tony's life change? Would he still follow the same path of life or would things change in ways that no-one could ever imagine?

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 20-60k

Cosmic Adventures

Concept: I'm actually thinking of turning this one into a series and basing each one-shot on a different character. Basically the idea is that when Tony was 20, he had a major breakthrough in space travel and created his very own ship that he used to begin travelling the universe. It will be completely AU from the original MCU and will focus on watching him go through different planets and make allies along the way that he wouldn't have if he'd stayed on Earth.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 5-10k per instalment in the series

Raised in Knowhere

Concept: Tony was taken by accident by a group of skrulls when they escaped from Earth at a young age. Unsure what to do, but kind beings that they are, they took him in and raised him like their own. Join him as he travels the universe with different knowledge, ready to make new friends.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 20-40k

One Piece

Eudaimonia

Concept: Eudaimonia (n.) The contented happy state that we feel when we travel. I've been reading a lot of One Piece fanfiction lately and I've always been fond of the ASL Whitebeard trope and its various forms. But there's a distinct lack of Papa Shanks instead of Whitebeard so I thought about this; What if Shanks took Luffy with him after all?

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Predicted Wordcount: 50-100k

FMA

Monachopsis

Concept: Monachopsis (n.) a subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. Ever wonder what things look like from the perspective of an outsider looking in on Mustang's command from a military point of view? Particularly in the case of Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist and his many insubordinate moments that seem to be passed off without question within Mustang's place of work. Join the temporary members of Mustang's team as they quickly learn that just because Edward Elric can do it - it doesn't mean they can. 'Just what makes him so special anyway?'

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Predicted Wordcount: 10-20k

Orenda

Concept: Orenda (n.) A mystical force present in all people that empowers them to effect the world, or to affect changes in their own lives. What if Ed is actually really good at diplomacy and had been doing things behind the scenes to help but Amestris at peace with the other countries during his time away? What happens when he ends up the centre of peace talks between Amestris, Xing, Creta, Drachma and Aeurgo as they try to bring about an age of peace? And how will Mustang, Fuhrer of Amestris, and his loyal team react to the sudden appearance of Ed after nearly four years - and in a setting of politics no less!

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 50%

Predicted Wordcount: 40-80k

Bluffing

Concept: When Mustang's team starts holding a weekly game of poker to "increase camaraderie", the team find themselves amazed at just how bad the older Elric seems to be at the game. At least, until they found themselves penniless when a stroke of luck hits him and he manages to win a detrimental round. However after four months of a weekly poker night and the fifth time this happens, they start to wonder... Just a crack style idea i've had in my mind. I don't often plan out One-shots but I though that this could be something fun for a change of pace and I can definitely see Ed doing this and when they figure out he's been playing them this whole time, he can express his disappointment at how long it took, pointing out that the was a genius and probability was hardly Aeurogian alchemy.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 10%

Predicted Wordcount: 5-10k

Style

Concept: Ed goes away to a foreign country and comes back wearing a completely new style of clothing. Turns out that while away a clan adopted him and gifted him their wears so he had no choice but to use them (because he wasn't completely cold heart okay?).

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 5-15k

Merlin

Powerful

Concept: A continuation of the end of Disaster.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 5%

Predicted Wordcount: 1-5k

Apoplectic

Concept: Apoplectic (adj.) Overcome with rage; furious. When the newest squires joins Camelot, they find themselves watching the interactions between Prince Arthur and his manservant and decide that in order to earn the favour of their Prince, they would make his life more difficult. After all, the Prince hates his insolent manservant... right? Things do not go as he plans however.

Progress: 0 Words Written; Planning progress 1%

Predicted Wordcount: 10-20k

#shellsanspeaks #long post #shellsanwrites #hi hello so this is a somewhat complete masterlist of the fics i plan to write #...#no i don't take crit

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ezilyamuzed · 6 years ago

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A Ghost Story

Summary: Ghost reader stumbles upon others help as she is on a hunt threatening her home.

Warnings: Death. Cemetery. Death. Maybe one swear word? (Unusual for me). Mentions of blood and eating of human remains.

Word count: 3270

A/N: So who wants to read a ghost story? This is for my wifey @curly-haired-disaster 200 follower challenge. The prompt was that cemeteries had to be involved, which I am totally in love with because it is one of my favorite places to be (I know I’m strange). It is also how we bonded over tumblr funny enough. The one in my hometown has a unique history to it. A lot of ghost stories have been told to explain the unnatural events that occur. Details about the scenery are true. Maxine and her pups are real (although now relocated). Pictures taken by me are added for illustration (except the vampire crypt- haven’t been able to get to it lately...hum?) Enjoy!

The moon was high in the night sky as you arose from your slumber as the sounds of the sirens and bustling of the living world grew to silence around you. The clock tower in the distance chimed its bells that echoed among the trees and stones as you looked to your surroundings with a smile. Midnight. The time for the children to get into their mischievous deeds to anyone who dared to enter their playground. It was the time for the witches to rise from the ground while dancing to the devil’s lullaby and for the sinners to cry for forgiveness to deaf ears. This was your home.

In the past couple of weeks something had been lurking in the shadows disturbing all the new residents’ remains while also creating new ones, causing panic and chaos among the others that have occupied it for so long. You had taken it upon yourself to search for the answer, to serve as the protector of the dead among you. This was your family and no one was going to get away with hurting them. Not if you had something to say about it.

The quiet steps of the four legged guardian of your home approached your side and licked at your hand for you to acknowledge her presence. Maxine, the fearsome coyote that had made her home next to yours so many years ago with her four equally impressive pups. She let out a low growl as you watched the lights of a car pass by the road outside of the iron gates.

“Come on girl,” you whispered. “Let’s go hunting.”

As you walked the winding roads looking for clues, you noticed the freshly dug grave towards the northeastern tree line. Someone was moving in soon. Their freshly carved granite headstone read “brother, father, solider” with the years etched out to illustrate that they had been taken way to soon from the living. You sighed heavily while gently rubbing Maxine behind her ear.

“Life is not fair girl,” you commented while kneeling to rub your fingers along the words. “I hope they have found peace in the after.”

As you rose up from your spot you heard the rumbling of an engine enter through the eastern gates. The lights were off but the moon provided you enough of its glow for you to see a dark car slowly moving towards the center of your home. As the engine cut off you watched in the background as two men made their way from the opened doors and moved to the back to retrieve something from the trunk. The curiosity grew inside of you as you heard Maxine let out another low growl.

“There, there girl,” you whispered while patting her head to calm her. “Let’s just take a look and see why they are here first.”

You stayed your distance, faded amongst the trees watching them carefully as one of them held out a map in their hands while surveying the land. They were handsome men. They looked tall and strong. Hopefully they were just here for the scenery, you would so hate to have to kill them.

“Dude, I don’t like this place,” the one who was a tad shorter moaned. “We are in the middle of a city here. I feel so exposed, so naked. Why couldn’t they just pick a remote location like everything else? Why here Sam?”

The man you presumed to be Sam spoke up while folding down the map in his hands. “It’s a busy area. One of the town’s most popular spots for teenagers to hang out at night. The caretaker said that all the attacks have been blamed on the coyotes that have been spotted here, but he doesn’t believe it. I think we might have a ghoul on our hands Dean. What could be a better place for them to get dinner than here?”

Sam and Dean you noted in your head as you closely followed behind them, after instructing Maxine to stay hidden in the shadows. She let out a low moan that made the men both turn quickly in their tracks to see where it was coming from.

“Ghouls are one thing Sam, but damn coyotes to deal with too?” Dean grunted. “If we don’t get mauled by Wiley E. tonight you owe me a drink or seven.”

Sam let out a chuckle as they continued down the path towards the southeastern corner that caused some hesitation in your steps. That was where the oldest crypt stood alone snuggled deep into the earth where the occupant waited patiently behind his cage of iron doors for his victims that dared to enter. They stopped a few feet before it, glancing at its curious features. The stone magnificently carved out stood prominent from its other decaying features which even made you shutter at the sight.

Dean moved to step closer, but you felt the urge push you to stop them before it was too late. You reached to a low branch of a nearby tree, making sure it audibly snapped in your hands before you allowed yourself to be seen by their nervous eyes.

“Where the hell did you come from?” Dean scowled while looking over your features as you moved closer. The light wind blowing the ivory dress you had worn since your new life within these gates began.

“Oh sweetheart,” you purred as you moved past his side. “I’ve been here a long time.” You now stood blocking them from the crypt behind you as they watched the devilish smile appear on your lips.

“Now boys, why don’t you tell me why you are here?”

“Just taking an evening stroll,” Dean commented assertively, but was obviously lying.

“You two aren’t looking to get into any trouble with the neighbors here are you?”

“No of course not,” Sam shook his head while furrowing his eyes to yours.

“Good, then turn around now or you are going to find it.”

“Listen sweetheart,” Dean sneered. “We have every right to be here just like you.”

You stared into his piercing green eyes watching his pupils slowly grow in size with every breath escaping his lips. You smiled again before stepping back.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” As you finished your sentence you faded away in front of their eyes leaving them in confusion, moving frantically to see where you had gone.

“She was a ghost,” Sam cried out.

“Yeah no shit Sam!” Dean yelled, now fuming with rage as he searched for you around him. You sat quietly on a nearby stone, laughing to yourself at their surprise. At least now they should leave well enough and go. That is, if they were smart enough. They obviously weren’t as they calmed themselves down before continuing on towards the Vampire’s crypt. Idiots.

You moved quickly to allow yourself to be seen at the doorway as their feet hit the stone steps.

“You two don’t listen do you?” you said while crossing your arms. Dean pulled out a shotgun and raised it to your face. You could smell the salt lingering from the chamber.

“Oh honey, you won’t be needing that for me,” you said moving slightly to the side as he steadied his aim at you. “You are going to wake the real danger.”

You could hear the low growl coming from behind the doors, anticipating the games he was going to play with their body parts. They must have heard it too as they both stared at it wide-eyed and frozen where they stood.

“Too late.”

“What the hell is that?” Dean yelled while pushing the barrel of the gun closer to you, as if that was going to really intimidate you.

“Trouble,” you calmly replied. “Now step away and tell me exactly what you are doing in my home before I let him out.”

“That’s an iron gate,” Sam stated while studying the foundations hold on whatever was trapped behind.

You reached over held your hand along the door, the smoke rose from your burning hand from the iron but you did not allow the pain to flinch your face as you stood still staring intently at them. Their eyes were now fully blown open wide as you took it off to show them your burnt palm quickly healing itself.

“What…”Sam started to ask but Dean finished his words. “Are you?”

“The watcher over the dead.”

“So are you some type of God or something?”

You let out a soft chuckle. “No Sam, I was human once a long time ago living a purposeless life. Now I have one amongst the unbreathing that reside within these gates.”

“How do you know his name?” Dean furrowed, now letting the shot gun fall to his side.

“I’ve been watching you since you got here, Dean. Now about this ghoul, how can I help?”

They were reluctant at first but explained to you why they had come into your home. They were hunting the same thing you were after hearing about the attacks that had been reported by the media as coming from a vicious animal.

“Well I know for a fact that it is not Maxine’s doing,” you stated before letting out a low whistle that echoed amongst the trees. She padded her way quickly to your side from her hiding spot. Sam let out a scoff as he watched you lower your hand to pet her backside. She was a beautiful and tame creature if you were brave enough. Sam knelt down slowly and offered his hand for her to sniff it as you watched carefully while petting her. Dean shifted his feet watching your furry companion cautiously.

“She won’t bite,” you grinned. “Much.”

“Yeah, I’m okay here,” he commented while standing nervously behind Sam.

His comment made a laugh escape your lips as your whistled again for her to follow your lead. “Come on boys, I will show you where they were.”

They stuck together trailing behind you as you led them through the winding pathways towards the center of the two acre home of the restless. The witches’ eyes followed you as you gave them a reassuring nod while the three of you walked. Some of the children peaked over the large stones buried in the ground, but you shook your head for them to stay away from these men. They could play their games another day. Maxine trailed off ahead, her pups now joining her side.

“She has her own little family,” Dean chuckled while motioning to Sam ahead.

“We are all family here,” you turned your head to add. “Family doesn’t end when life does.”

As you neared the area of the first attack, you heard voices in the distance next to where you were all headed. Teenagers most likely, playing amongst the stones out of boredom or morbid curiosity. They needed to leave.

You looked to the men behind you as you all stopped to listen to what they were saying. There was laughter and mentions of ghost sightings. A grin widened on your face as you winked to the boys telling them to wait there, while you faded away.

“I’m telling you, they say that she is hot and will totally do you under the full moon,” one of the young boys chuckled. He could only have been about 16, so innocent and naive.

“Dude you are really messed in the head wanting to screw a ghost,” another one around the same age laughed.

You picked up a pebble by your feet, still hidden amongst the darkness and aimed it to hit the one on his backside.

“Ow what was that?”

“What was what,” the other one questioned before he felt another pebble you threw hit him as well on his side.

Walking up behind the one, you let him feel your cold hand glide across his shoulders while he let out a deep breath now visible in front of him in as shivers ran down his spin.

“Dude we got to go.”

“No way. Not until we see a ghost.”

You moved yourself in front of him, inches from his face before you allowed yourself to become visible before him, making his eyes grow wide in fear and urine trailing down his leg.

“No you really should go,” you growled menacingly.

The two boys ran rapidly stumbling on the uneven ground underneath them. You smiled in appreciation to the actions that played in front of you, while Sam and Dean now approached your side.

“Nice job there,” Dean chuckled. “They’re going to have some nightmares later.”

“Yeah, but they sure won’t be coming back. They will be safer now,” you added while watching them exit through the gates.

“You really care about their safety?” Sam questioned in confusion.

You let out a sigh as you rolled your eyes to him. “I was human once remember? Saving people, protecting them was kind of my job before all of…this.”

“Were you a hunter?” Dean inquired while pushing his eyebrows together at you.

“Hunter?” you raised your eyebrow to the word. “I saved people from the dangers that lurked in the darkness if that is what you mean.”

“How long have you been…”

“Dead?” you cut him off. “Time slips away from you here, so honestly I don’t really know anymore. I would say that I was alive during the time when women were supposed to stay quiet in the household obeying their husbands every whim, but it doesn’t seem like even time had changed that concept.”

You watched as both men nodded their heads in agreement. Maxine let out a low howl a few feet from where you stood. Continuing on the path you approached it, Scott’s crypt that stood dead center of it all. Its mesmerizing features you always found appreciation towards, that someone would have taken the time to create something so beautiful for those they loved. That was where the first body was found.

Dean pulled out a crowbar from the bag that rested on his shoulder. He moved towards the door, but looked in hesitation for your approval before opening it.

“No one is there now,” you answered his unspoken question. “They’ve all crossed into the after.”

He went to pop the door open, but it swung wide with ease leaving you all in shock and disbelief.

“It shouldn’t have been that easy,” you stated firmly now standing next to Dean looking at the hinges of the door. “Someone has been in here recently.”

He shined a flashlight inside while you walked past him. The light now shined through you, making your torso translucent before him. You knelt down to the crimson puddle on the floor. Still wet but it at least didn’t smell fresh. Dean moved his foot to inch inside but you held up your hand to stop him while you listened closely for any sound. The unmistakable sound of skin being torn and chewed met your ears coming from somewhere underneath the stone covered floor. There was a sewer grate just below Sam’s feet as he crept in slowly.

“Wait here,” you whispered before disappearing again through the floor into the darkness. You kept yourself unseen as you ventured through slowly until you gazed upon the creature enjoying his dinner of flesh alone. It must have felt a presence because it stopped suddenly and started to move back to the entrance where the boys now stood silently. Quickly you reappeared in front of them, holding a finger to your mouth while pointing down at the grate below. They shifted slowly away from it and moved to the corners of the room, patiently waiting with their blades in hand. The grate shifted slowly open until enough room was made for the creature to slink out carefully, not making a sound. As soon as it stood in its spot on the floor Dean went to swing but missed him as he hissed violently to attack, making Dean drop his blade as he stumbled back. Sam went to swing but the creature pushed himself on top of him, using all its strength to hold him down. You used all the strength inside of you and pulled him off without haste leaving Dean to finish him by removing his head in a quick flick of the blade.

“Thanks for that,” Sam said while getting up from the floor. You nodded and smirked at the headless body that laid in front of you.

“No problem,” you grinned as you watched Dean kneel down to the creature before picking up his discarded head. “There’s a freshly dug grave where you can dispose of the body at. Dig a little further down and lay the extra dirt on top of him. No one will ever notice then.”

“You talk about it like it’s something you’ve done before,” Dean snickered.

“In another life,” you smirked while watching the two of them drag the body outside of the crypt doors.

As soon as they reached the night sky, Sam was met with something forcefully jumping on his back, furiously attacking. He let out a terrifying scream in pain as Dean swiftly went to grab his blade to attack but Maxine had jumped and captured the creature’s leg in her teeth, pulling it off of Sam as in screeched in anger. Maxine was tearing through the creatures skin violently, not giving it the chance to move as Sam was able to scurry away immediately from the bloody scene next to him. Sam’s blade that had fallen to the ground was now in your hands as you moved in an instant next to him. Maxine now tearing through its torso left you just enough room to feel the cool metal slice right through its neck like it was butter.

Dean knelt to his brother, looking over his wounds as you tossed his blade to the ground next to him. The damage done to him would only require a few small stiches as little drops of blood seeped onto his shirt.

“Thank you again,” he graciously replied while standing up.

“No one bothers my home, my family and gets away with it,” you stared at the lifeless body before you.

The boys worked quickly to discard the remains of the creature as you overlooked, nuzzling Maxine gently for a job well done. They were a bit of a mess now, but at least they were alive thanks to you. The sun was starting to rise in the east, letting you know that it was time for living to awaken while the dead went to sleep.

“Time for me to go,” you stated while watching it the light slowly creep through the trees. You looked to their faces as they nodded quietly, knowing that it was time.

“I’ll see you around boys,” you smiled before fading away towards another days peaceful slumber. “In the after.”

Dean moved to the stone where you had vanished. It was worn with the lettering barely distinguishable. He moved his hands on the etching to read what it said: Y/N Y/L/N 1816-1837.

“See you around Y/N,” he whispered before standing up and meeting his brother on the hood of his car.

“Crazy night,” Sam remarked while handing his brother a beer from the green and while cooler.

“That’s an understatement,” he laughed. He chuckled lightly to himself as he took a swig of his drink.

“What?” his brother questioned with amusement.

“She was kind of hot,” he laughed before taking another sip.

Sam just smiled and shook his had as they both sat quietly watching the sunrise. The two of them road of into the sunlight, forever remembering the graveyard hunter, protector of the living and the dead.

The Gang’s all here: @snffbeebee @curly-haired-disaster @dean-winchesters-bacon @bobasheebaby @tromkehra @whimsicalrobots @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @time-travel-bouqet @ain-t-bovvered @waywardnerd67 @waywardbaby @ladywinchester1967 @myinconnelly1 @anotherwaywardsister @missjenniferb @julesthequirky @theworldiscolorful @squirrel-moose-winchester @bamby0304 @midnightsilver @lovemesomecas94 @mrsnazario1223 @imma-winchester-addict @imafictosexual @hobby27

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malmuses · 7 years ago

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A Very Human Risk - Part 1 - Sam

Author’s Notes:

My very first fanfic, not to mention the first thing I’ve written in at least 10 years. Eek! This tumblr is really for myself, to prove that I can do it... but just in case anyone stumbles across it, here’s a quick Authors Note and summary.

There are 6 parts to this fic, from various character points of view, and an epilogue. (So technically 7 parts I suppose....) They are all already complete, but I plan on posting them separately over the next couple of weeks after proofing and editing. If anyone reads, I’d love a message or comment to say hi! I’ll likely post a more in-depth authors note when I’m done.

This fic is set during early to mid Season 13, shortly after Cas’s return from The Empty.

Summary

Team Free Will’s thousand mile journey home from a routine hunt is going to take a little longer than planned. Sam’s patience with Dean and his Angel’s lack of true communication doesn’t last that far...

Destiel, Humor, Optional Smut. GO!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A Very Human Risk

Part One - Sam

Blood. Miscellaneous viscera. A small chunk of what might be intestine… more blood. Sam idly examined the stains on his pants while he waited for the lights to change. He was sat shotgun in the front of the Impala, ignoring the thump of his possibly-concussed head so that Dean could swing them through the drive-thru of a small mom-and-pop burger joint near Zebulon, North Carolina. Something clear and kinda greasy… was that spinal fluid? Some days, it was definitely better to pick a food option where they didn’t have to get out of the car. In the wide back seat, Cas shifted his weight forward and reached into the driver’s space. He seemed miraculously clean himself, but he had no qualms or squeamishness about the lump of something-or-other he flicked out of Deans sandy hair. There was a tiny plop as whatever-it-was landed on the dashboard.

“Hey, watch the tunes…” Dean grumbled mildly, pushing a slightly yellowed cassette of Styx songs away from the chunk.

Cas made no response, instead retreating to his often worn silent-but-listening expression and returning his gaze out of the window.

A few minutes later, Dean passed a large brown bag of warmth and questionable nutrition over to Sam, who settled it on his lap among the stains and began to rifle through as they made their way back to the highway. “They forgot a fork for my salad…” Sam lamented quietly.

“Guess you’ll have to eat it straight out of the bowl, like a true rabbit.” Dean offered with a slight grin. His words were teasing, but his tone was thin and tired. He shifted in his seat, wincing sorely at an assortment of minor wounds.

They had been on the road for several hours since they ganked a whole nest of vampires near the coast, trying to make sure they’d shaken a particularly curious traffic cop who pulled them on the way back from cleaning up the remains. He’d found no issue with the license of a certain Edward Halen, thank Chuck, but had seemed more than a little disturbed by the state of the car and its occupants. Dean had thought it best to ditch their plan to wash up in a nearby motel and stay on the road until they were well clear. Although filthy, beaten and in several cases bleeding, none of them were gravely wounded and they figured a good few hours of the road back home couldn’t hurt.

“You should rest soon.” It was a statement from Cas in the back. “Or at least shower…”

We must smell awful to him, Sam contemplated.

Dean opened his mouth to offer a quick retort, but after a couple of seconds he merely sighed and agreed.

“Yeah. Let’s find somewhere with a room for tonight. It’s over a thousand miles back to Kansas, so we’re not getting back to the Bunker today anyways. Or at least a by-the-hour with a ton of hot water.”

He paused briefly to check the traffic before swinging the car out onto the highway. “I’ll head towards Raleigh, there’s bound to be some kinda motel before we hit the city.”

Sam nodded idly, distracted by more pressing matters. “Dean, did you seriously order three cheeseburgers?”

“Yes.” His brother snapped, before rolling his eyes and relenting. “One’s for Cas, bitch.”

“Cas doesn’t eat, jerk.”

“Oh, but I can.” The speed with which Cas snatched the offending item from Sam’s hand was really unnecessary. Sam watched Dean’s eyes slide back to look at the angel as he unwrapped the greasy package, biting into the burger with a contented little sigh. His brother looked pleased with himself, a tiny smile curling his lip as their eyes caught and hovered for just a second too long, before Dean had to return his gaze to the tarmac. Sam said nothing; he’d been around these two long enough to know moments like that weren’t his to intrude on. The silence that followed though… that bugged him a lot more than it used to before.

* * *

Throwing the motel card to Dean, Sam ducked down into the driver’s seat of the Impala.

“Go grab the first shower Dean, so we can get your injuries patched up…. Cas and I will run to that grocery store we passed and grab some beer and snacks for later.”

Without waiting for a response, Sam spun out of the Motel 8 parking lot. Looking over his shoulder he caught Cas’s slightly confused expression, but the angel said nothing and remained in place on the back seat, almost eerily immobile as the Impala lurched over the uneven gravel. It took only a couple of minutes to get to the Food Lion parking lot. As the car settled, Sam took the key and slipped it into his pocket, but didn’t immediately move.

“Perhaps I should fetch the beer, Sam.” Cas rumbled mildly. “For once, I may draw less attention.” He gestured to Sam’s splattered clothing.

“Yeah, I really took the brunt of the spray when Dean hacked that brunette.”

The door creaked as Cas began to open it.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Sam?”

Sam took a moment, before turning his giant form in the seat so he could look at the angelic face in the back, who still had one hand on the door handle. “Do you love my brother, Cas?”

A ghost of something shot across Castiel’s brilliant blue eyes before he responded. “Of course, Sam. You’re both family to me.”

Sam chuckled slightly, but it was a sad sound.

“Of course.” Despite his tone, his smile to the angel was genuinely fond. “But… I watched Dean grieve for you when you were in the Empty, Cas. I’ve seen him grieve plenty over the years…Grief for family. Dad. Mom. Bobby… For friends, for Charlie, Kevin, Ellen and Jo…. We thought you were really gone, Cas. Christ, I missed you too. It was awful. But Dean…. I’ve never seen him grieve like that Cas. He lost himself.”

The silence in the trench coat loomed for several moments.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Sam.” His voice a soft, frustrated growl. “It was a stupid move on my part… I was reckless and you paid for that.”

“You made a snap decision Cas, we’ve all done worse,” Sam comforts. “But that’s not my point.”

Castiel’s gaze dropped down and he began to fidget uncharacteristically with his tie.

Sam thinks for a moment about how mad Dean would be if he knew this conversation was why he had kidnapped the angel from the motel. Eh. At least he’ll have something valid to be angry about this week.

“He broke, Cas. He hasn’t told you, but… When I say he lost himself? He almost died. I think he tried…..” Sam’s gentle voice trailed off momentarily as he became aware that he was now using the same tone to speak to Cas as he used to soothe distressed victims and the inevitable bereaved family members they often came across during hunts. “…I mean, I don’t know that he made the conscious decision, but… the day that you came back, he died. To find a ghost. He was gone for a long time… too long. I don’t think he really cared if he came back. Not with you gone.”

When the angel’s eyes rose back up to Sam’s face, the blue was dangerously dark and his brow furrowed noticeably. “You think Dean would give up like that? Because of me?”

“I think….” Sam spread his hands in a calming gesture. “I just think he was grieving for something… more.”

In a moment of bravery, Sam reached awkwardly into the back seat and rested his hand on the angel’s knee. “I just thought… if I told you, maybe…..” He trailed off, unsure now.

Cas looked down at the hand resting on his dress pants, his gaze giving away that it was a strangely alien sight. Cas and Dean shared friendly touches and personal space often. It was comfortable now, normal. But despite the occasional hug or shoulder clap in their history, Sam didn’t usually invade his space more than he had to. His brief smile was grateful.

His otherworldly blue eyes drifted out of the window and rested on an elderly man headed into the grocery store with a cart, following him for a long moment before he eventually looked back to the younger Winchester.

“Sam, you know that… closeness between Humans and Angels is frowned upon.”

It wasn’t quite an admission, but Sam caught it, a small smile breaking his huge face.

“Being a rebel is hardly new to you, Cas… and it’s not like you and Dean could create a Nephilim or anything. At least, uh…” Sam’s brow furrowed. Could they? Angels didn’t even have a gender, so how much did the vessel really…..

As if watching the cogs in Sam’s brain turn, Cas interrupted briefly. “No. Male human, male angelic vessel. No Nephilim risk there.” He seemed slightly amused by Sam’s momentary confusion, something akin to a smirk briefly passing his lips.

“Right.” Sam’s laugh was somehow relieved. Good. That would be weird as fuck.

Minutes passed, in not totally uncomfortable silence.

“Sam?”

Pushing his hair back behind his ear, Sam quickly brought his attention back to the angel. “Yeah?” He tried for his best open, accepting smile.

“Am I to take it then, that… You would not be adverse to any change in mine and Dean’s… our… relationship? Such as it is?” Cas seemed to stumble a little with the wording, finding his tongue betraying him in his moment of need, attempting to voice something he had kept unspoken for the best part of a decade. “I’m… nothing, really. Not quite an angel anymore, not quite a human…. and my vessel is male. Dean hasn’t ever indicated that he would, uh, want….”

Cas’s voice gives up the ghost entirely, a flush working its way out of his white shirt collar, much to Sam’s slightly cruel delight. He took a second to bite back a teasing response, not wanting to spook the angel in a pivotal moment.

“Castiel.” Using the angel’s full name seemed to calm his gaze and bring his attention back to Sam. “You’re my brother, man. Maybe not by blood born...but damn, by blood spilled, you’re my brother. I can’t tell you what Dean wants, or for sure how he’ll react….but I know what I’ve seen, these past years. Life is too short… human life, anyway. I just wanted you to know so that… if you wanted to talk to him, you’d know you had my blessing and my support. Whatever happens.”

“What if he doesn’t want me, Sam?”

The gigantic Winchester was suddenly floored by the raw vulnerability in the angel’s voice. From his awkwardly turned position in the front of the Impala, all he can do is firmly squeeze Castiel’s knee.

“Well… that’s a very human risk, Cas. You may be an angel again, but you out of them all know what it is to feel…. and I think even as an angel you’re capable of sharing that terrifying little part of humanity. All I can tell you is that I’m here for you dude, as trite as that sounds.”

Cas can only nod, his gaze resting soulfully on Sam’s comforting hand.

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That’s it for today! I’ll be back in a couple of days with Part 2, where we pick up with Dean.

Edit: This fic is now complete!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

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chaoticneutralwriter · 7 years ago

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Fic Recs/Writers *updated 09/12/2019

THE LIBRARY IS OPEN DARLING....for some actual reading.

A list of fics/writers I’ve come across that got some of that pretty sweet stuff. And also because I’ve read around too much and can’t remember names or fics to save my life. THE UPDATES MAN!

Warning: Some fics (as will be indicated) are +18/rated M for Mature/take me to church kinda deal

@versigny

I’d say almost all of their stuff is worth a read (whoever your bias may be, they got stories on them), but my personal faves are their vampire au series, some +18 stuff there but majority of the stories are oneshots and drabbles

@honeyedhoseok (I think now @tawnytaehyung)

I’m sure everything they wrote is worth a read from what I’ve read thus far but because of that, I can really only recommend the three fics I actually read.

Series: Besitos (ta!Jimin) rated M for recent developments hoho~

Bruh why is this not reality? Why don’t we get really hot TAs to crush on? It would’ve made my school life hella easier and I’d get that perfect attendance. Jimin is your hottie creative writing TA who you can’t help but crush on (but can anyone blame you) and envious to all, he likes you back too. College au shenanigans, teacher/student dynamic, and dorky wingman ta!Taehyung friend.

Oneshot/drabbles (Crossroad demon!Jimin): Crossroads + Hunted + Captured Part One *NEW + Captured Part Two *NEW

I’d sell my soul to satan if he looks like bs&t!Jimin. You basically make a deal with crossroad demon!Jimin and can’t help but actually grow fond of the supposed devious, soul eating creature of hell.

Series: The Black Book (CEO!Hoseok) rated M

My heart can’t take the drama but it’s still a really good read. CEO!Hoseok may be young and rich but he definitely has some questionable methods of relieving stress, one that you’re all too aware of which makes things super awkward cuz you in love with the man. Does CEO!Hoseok eventually change thanks to you or do old habits die hard and just leave you in a world of hurt? Again if it’s Hoseok he can be the biggest jerkface and I’d still be charmed.

@dovechim

Shorts/Drabbles: the ocean (mermaid!Jimin) + drabble

Because goddammit mermaid!Jimin is cute okay??! (and I love me a good supernatural au of any sort) You’re a ballet dancer going to Busan Arts and stumble upon Jimin chillin’ in the water by the beach. You mistake him as fellow peer but hey he shows up to your class anyways (totally rocks the dance thing) but then as time passes, you find that something is quite...fishy about him.

Series: It’s okay, that’s love (splitpersonality!Jimin)

No not the drama. Okay so a shrink is still involved and that’s played by you and you’ve got water polo player!Jimin who has split personality disorder (he’s scary when he’s angry...) as your patient, except he doesn’t know about this ‘other self’ of his. As if feelings aren’t already making things complicated, imagine accidentally finding yourself rooming with him (along with your other favourite boys).

@hobibliophile

Okay so I might’ve read all of their Jimin stuff and yes. All yes (warning: they’re +18 stuff soooo)

The only other fic I’ve read from them is Ambrosia (M) starring Fallen Angel!Hoseok....I like supernatural au fics alright. Fallen angel or not, Hobi is still super sweet and since this is a series, we don’t know what the reason was and MAJOR CLIFFHANGER!

@jimlingss

Series: Beyond Reach (ghost!Hoseok) ft. Reaper!Namjoon and other ghosties

This shit made me nearly cry five times....FIVE TIMES. I say nearly because I don’t like crying so it took literally all my willpower to not (ended up with a runny nose though). ANGST AS SHIT. Has some triggering stuff involving death so be warned. It’s a good read though....BUT SAD AS HELL (at least it’s completed :’))

One Shot: Head Over Heels to Hell (reverse soulmate!AU, Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers! Hoseok x reader)

Oh yes, this was a WILD RIDE. Goddamn it’s like you hate the man but then in the end that shit got me emotional for some reason like djgskh good shit good shit (you have gone through multiple different lives meeting Hoseok, all of which he screws you over somehow but in the end of it all... perhaps things could still work out??)

Series: The Deli Diaries (produce! Jimin x Deli worker!you) fluff, slow-burn

Holy shit this is cute af. It’s so mundane (guess that’s a fair warning??) but just reading the way the relationship develops is just....ahh!!! I want my own cute Jimin who pines after my dumbass TAT

Series: Jungle Park (Workplace Romance AU, Lawyer! Hoseok x New HR Manager!Reader) fluff, slow-burn, slice of life, a little angst **NEW

A long series for those of you who love to read chapter fics! Oh my God this was a thrilling ride of emotions! The pacing is amazing, each chapter you’re hooked on wanting to see more development on the history between these two so it’s worth a read! I love how Hoseok is portrayed here; it’s like a piece of how he would be in real life is put into just another scenario (Also hate how reader is like... relatable in a way where I also majored in HR so...WHERE’S THE OFFICE ROMANCE LIFE TRAIN GONNA HIT ME WITH THAT??)

Three Shot: Magic & Mysteries (Familiar/Hybrid!Jimin x Witch! Reader) fluff, a little angsty, comedy, romance **NEW

A three shot series involving what the title says! Magic! It’s a little adventure tale of our reader who’s a witch struggling to find her place in terms of specialty and overcoming some fears and insecurities with the help of sassy (but secretly cares a lot) Jimin who’s a wizard cursed to be a dog (that looks like Chimmy!) It’s cute and pretty wholesome in my opinion :)

Also an honorable mention from them is the Service Series (it’s fluffier dw) and honestly their other fics are definitely worth a read :D

@7cypher

Oneshot: Devil’s Advocate (devil/demon!Jimin)

Ironic how despite being a devil Jimin is still the sweetest being to exist. Devil!Jimin walks into your life abruptly and worms his way into your heart with his devilishly good looks and sweet charms. It’s hella cute, a slightly angsty ‘defining’ moment that actually had me tearing up a bit??? (I’m a sap for sweet, tender affection like the ones that happened in here okay??) but it all ends well :)

@seokkbuns

I’ve read most of their Hoseok and Jimin stuff but I think all of their fics are worth a read!

@boymeetsweevil

Oneshot: Cover You In Constellations (Hoseok x reader fic)

I’ve read this a while ago but keep coming back to it because oh god this was cute, so domestic and so fluffy like this is the kinda shit I would pull if I had a boyfriend like Hoseok like skdjfskgha. I like the way writer portrays Hoseok because it feels so like what I imagine he would react. Hoseok deserves all the love ;_;

@kittentaegu

Series: My Boss, The Vampire (Vamp!Jimin x reader fic)

Two parts are out so far and I’m loving the premise! New office worker with notoriously hot CEO Park Jimin who has a secret to hide (guess what it is). One day, you find out what it is and so now what?? Things get steamy ;D Also, the title of it is so K-dramaesque and I don’t know! I like the charm it adds to it!

@readyplayerhobi **NEW

Honestly all of their fics are worth a read because they flawlessly combine story building with any kind of genre you can think of. Some are smutty, some of fluffy and some are just downright angsty but you just want to read them all regardless!

@yminie **NEW

Series: Nine-One-One (Detective!Jimin x First Responder! Reader) fluff, angst, romance, old flame au, future smut, and other mature themes!

This is thrilling! In both romantic and story aspects! The base story line is that there’s a serial murderer on the loose who’s been stalking reader and Jimin and his team are on the case about it. They’ve both got romantic history with each other and as old feelings resurfaces, so does the situation as things hit a little too close to home. Obviously with serial murderers involved, there is mentions of death, suicide and well...the warnings there!

A03 Fics

*will be pretty rare on this list; am I the only one who finds it super hard to find good fics on there?

Author: kimtrain

I swear they had a tumblr before since that’s the only reason why I remember them and their fics. Thankfully they’re all there still and all of them are 👌👌👌 Mermaid!Hoseok AU and the Hybrid!AU are my faves.

Fic: Warm Blood by ARMY_BRAT

The one instance where my weakness for supernatural AUs + wanting to read something paid off. MC is an ARMY but also a grim reaper so what happens when BTS shows up on her list, destined to die? Well, she says NOT TODAY but that just throws EVERYTHING out of the loop, leaving her to fix it.

Went into it with a grain of salt (ngl description was...ehh) BUT was pleasantly surprised! Digging the writing style which made MC really likeable so far and the AU strongly reminds me of Goblin: The Lonely God but focusing more on the grim reaper side of things which, personally, I was WAY more interested in even with the drama so yay! :D Glad someone took inspiration from it. Still ongoing and fairly new so dsfajdkas

Fic: Three Pints Full by Valkook **NEW

Woah it’s a vampire/supernatural fic! A little on the mature side because there’s well...blood...a little bit of death mentioned...and smut... BUT a really compelling story! Set mainly as a Cop/Detective! Reader who’s been assigned to solving some mysterious deaths/murders happening in the wild parts Montana joined in with appearances by Hunter/Tracker!Yoongi, Partner!Hoseok and Vampire!Jimin, Jungkook and more!

#fic recs #what i do instead of writing my own fics LOLL #now you know why i hardly update #dw i'll try to get back into it!#please feel free to recommend authors or share your fave stories as well :D #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #bts fics #ao3 #ao3 bts fics #fic rec #bts fic rec

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gangnam-gzb · 8 years ago

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Where can I meet Korean men online that aren't fuck boys.. I feel like I'm going to feel so secluded and inferior when I go to SK next year bc I'm chubby and short. I kinda just want to be loved ya know? *cries internally*

Ho, boy. I feel like I am going to give a pretty negativeanswer from quite a cynical perspective/experience. Let me preface this bysaying I know people who have met their genuine long-term boyfriends throughapps (and nightlife,) so I know it’s possible, but let’s all be realhere and admit that it’s not p-r-o-b-a-b-l-e. Don’t be commenting onthis saying like “WELL I MET MY BOYFRIEND THROUGH TINDER,” girl, okay, butlike, the majority of the trash on Tinder is not boyfriend material. No one isgoing to recommend Tinder to find a real relationship even though it’spossible.

Honestly, the majority of meet-up/dating websites orapps are going to get you fuckboys or guys just looking for a one-time hookup.That is the reality. There are of course bound to be nice people among them(*hell, you’re there and you’re nice!), but you’re going to have to sift prettyhard.

*this is what I tell myself, hah.

The reality is that by meeting someone online orthrough apps, you have no other social connection to them, meaning that eventhough they act like an asshole, no one’s going to know about it once theyblock and delete you from all of their social media. It’s not like you can talkto your mutual friend about it and ruin his reputation. Clean cut. Snip snip.Ghosting is super common here, for girls and guys, to Koreans and foreignersalike.

Think about it. Why are they using the apps? Theyprobably have a solid network of friends and acquaintances that they have knownsince elementary school and still contact on the regular (very common in Korea)who could introduce them to someone to date. This is generally the norm here. So why are they there?

Personally, I tend to put more trust into people whohave moved to Seoul recently or just moved out of their parents’ house on theirown, meaning they’re in a new city/part of town and might be genuinely lookingfor people to talk to and meet in their neighborhood because they are somewhatcut off from their network. For example, I dated a guy for several months whohad moved into my neighborhood who was originally from Daegu and he was niceand real and genuine. But if he was born and raised in Seoul and lives with hisparents, why do you think he’s on that app?

Unfortunately, as a foreigner your options of meetinggenuine people are a bit limited since Korea doesn’t have a culture of talkingto/asking out strangers during the daytime. You can basically meet people through apps or throughnightlife. Both have negative implications in this country. If you’re a studentyou’re lucky because you can meet people at school or through mentor programs or clubs.Maybe then THOSE people can introduce you to their friends, and then you have alink.

Regarding your concerns over your physical appearance,shortness is not a problem (rather the opposite,) and chubbiness is relative. Isee many “chubby” Korean girls with boyfriends walking down the street. Thereare people of all body types these days, especially in the younger generation,so I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Just realize that as a foreigner you may attract people whowant to use you to practice their English, people with fetishes, or people whowant to act on their stereotype of the concept of “open mindedness” and want tohave an experience with a foreign girl. Stay away unless you just want randomsex or to be objectified. Don’t take pictures with these guys (or any random guys who approach you) unless you wantthem to show you off to their friends as the foreigner they nailed.

Here is my advice—I can’t tell you not to use apps,because I use them too. But I caution you to be wary and realistic. If a guymessages you on an app, check his pictures. Do they look like fuckboy pictures?Is he posting other things that make him look like a fuckboy? Does he have FACEpictures, plural? Does he have information on his profile? Did he just make hisprofile? Does he have an Instagram? Is there a girl in it? Talk to him for a while before you meet up. Fuckboys will tend to lose interest after a couple of days. Use common sense.

Red flags:

Talking late at night/wanting to meet up atnight/wanting to meet up in a non-public place/wanting to meet up right away

“I love foreigners/black girls/blonde girls/etc.”

“Do you live alone?”

“Can I come hang out at your place?”

“You must belonely…”

Asking for sexy/body pictures/wanting to video chatright away

Making sexual comments about your body/asking you about sex/asking if you’ve ever dated or been with a Korean guy

Asking to contact you on something other than KakaoTalk

Again, use common sense.

Other warnings: Don’t meet random guys from Tumblr because Korean guys have somehow stumbled upon this site thinking it’s an easy way to watch and spread pornography (since porn is technically blocked here.)

On nightlife: In my opinion, more so than where I’m from, Koreans(mostly) see clubbing as a way to find someone to hook up with. Of course thisdepends on the person, but tell someone sort of average or “pure” that you liketo go clubbing and watch their expression. I bet they’ll have made a snapjudgment about you. Meeting genuine guys at clubs is not going to be common. Also, while we’re talking about clubs, are there other foreigners at the club? Has this guy tried to dance/talk to/get with all the other foreign girls too? Hmm.

Rather than clubs, you might have more luck atdrinking places where “hunting” is common. It’s very normal to go with a groupof friends to these places and have guys come up to you and ask you to hang out together and mergegroups. You might be able to find someone in this way. Maybe foreign-style barsare similar to this too (but then you’re risking the fetish thing.)

Also, how long will you be in Korea? If it’s a shorttime, you may have to adjust your expectations accordingly.

Finally, here’s the apps/websites I know of that you can use to meet people for dating or otherwise: instagram, okcupid, pof, badoo,skout, ublove, meeff, 1km, amanda, Tinder, bumble, scruff,grindr, (+ Hello Talk and italki, language exchange apps, GPS capabilities)

You’ll be more likely to find people who want to DATE on sites like OkCupid than places like Tinder. Again, common sense.

TL;DR: You basically almost can’t! There are severalfactors that lead to this including dating norms and how friendship works herevs. other countries. Be careful and don’t be naïve. Try more public things like Instagram.

#this is a novel #feel free to add your opinion or confirm or dispute #dating in korea #seoul blog #korea blog #living in korea #south korea #korea #dating #seoul #gzb #ask #anonymous

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phasingphoenix · 6 years ago

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I can’t BELIEVE I come in here and everyone is talking about Lucifer but not a single mention of Tobias and Guy!!

Unfortunately, in hunting down a link to add here, I discovered the original author’s tumblr has been taken down (replaced by a porn site.... don’t go searching for it. Don’t click links to a tumblr blog in the imgur comments) so I might see if I can hunt down all the pieces from the comic and try to compile them privately. I have no idea what happened to the author but it makes me sad

Anyway, that imgur gallery is enough to give you an idea, but there was more about Diego (the roommate, who is Latino and sees ghosts!! and has his own ghosthunting show!!) and at one point there was a series of pages about Guy still suffering from depression sometimes and Tobias being supportive.

I just wanted to pop in and mention it since it seems like the story you wanna see(ish!), but now that I know it’s kind of lost to the internet, I felt the need to advertise it a little, because it really is one of my favorite webcomics I’ve stumbled upon in my internet time.

God dammit, now I keep thinking about a romance featuring actual Satan.

#but no yeah the more material about Satan accidentally falling in love with his prey the better #tobias and guy #story ref

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previously-writer-zero · 7 years ago

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Random OC questions I found lying around!

Ok so I found some old OC questions I found in a notebook, but I sadly don't have source who I got these from (it was definitelly from Tumblr). If I remember, I'll definitelly edit in who put these in! I'll also skip the ones that are more like notes, because some of them contain plot spoilers! Some of these are also pretty obscure, but I found them fun at the time, so oh well.

Me, after writing this all down: Yeah, this got super long, so I’m putting it under a Read More link. Sorry!

Q: What does your character's name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

A: In most cases, it's the symbolism. It's a fun easter egg for the readers and also a shortcut for my internal knowledge of the character (I'm basically cheating).

Updated A: This answer isn't true for Team Lasso, introduced in Chapter 21. I just pictured the characters in my head as I wrote the scene, and then I gave them names I thought would fit their description. I only later looked up the meaning behind their names. I only changed one of their names after I remembered the initials have to roughly spell something, whoops!

Q: What is one of your character's biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it well, or can others easily exploit this weakness?

A: Robin is really insecure about his skills to become a huntsman, because he has virtually no combat experience like for example Ismene, who comes from a martial arts dojo. He trains and studies extra hard to make up for it. Only his team knows about this, and they don't bring it up, just secretly support him.

Q: What is perhaps their biggest flaw? Are they aware of it, or completelly oblivious?

A: Alexander is not that perceptive, and while his team members *do* point this out to him, it never sticks. They gave up trying to change him, and just look out for him (especially Robin).

Q: What are their sleeping habits?

Leiah is a night owl and likes to sleep in, though can function normally with little sleep.

Ismene is a sleep talker, further not helping Leiah sleep (since they share a dorm room).

Alexander is a heavy sleeper and is almost always groggy even after 8+ hours of sleep.

Robin falls asleep quickly and is a light sleeper. He also wakes up stupidly early.

Q: Would your character be the kind to get into fights (physical or verbal)? Would they be a good fighter, or cave in easily?

A: Alexander and Leiah can get into both kinds of fights easily, while Robin and Ismene try to avoid them. Ismene is the only one in the group who couldn't hold her ground, especially in verbal fights.

Q: Does your character like animals? What are some of their favourites? Would they want pets?

A: Ismene loves animals. She would have dozens of pets if Leiah (and the school) let her, but only has 3 mice in a cage next to her bed.

Q: What would be their favourite physical trait about themselves?

A: Alexander is proud that he is already taller than most of his siblings, despite being one of the youngest.

Q: Your OC encounters a huge puddle in their path. Do they try to go around is? Jump over it? Take a few moments to splash around?

Robin goes around, finding the least muddy path.

Alexander doesn't notice it until he's ankles deep in it and the water is in his shoes.

Ismene plays at the edge of the puddle by making ripples with the tip of her shoes.

Leiah jumps over it. If unsuccessful, she walks away as quickly as possible.

Q: Imagine your OCs ghost hunting.

Alexander is immediatelly suspicious of sudden noises.

Ismene freaks out all the time.

Robin finds a rational explanation for everything.

Leiah is just there to freak out Alexander, calm down Ismene, and maybe make some specrtal buddies.

Q: Does your OC have a favourite season? What about a favourite holliday?

Alexander likes summer, because it's warm and there's no school. He likes the Fireworks festival, because fireworks are pretty.

Robin likes spring, because there's finally something to do on the farm back home. He likes Festivale day, because kids get to have lots of fun and it also symbolizes driving away the winter.

Ismene likes autumn (fall), because the colours are pretty. Also the Fireworks festival, also because it's pretty.

Leiah likes winter, because only then her layers of clothes don't recieve weird looks. She doesn't have a favourite holliday, because they didn't celebrate them where she's from.

Q: What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

Alexander would fight anyone who teases or bullies anyone who can't defend themselves (through absence or otherwise).

Robin is very unreadable, so his rage would be cold and unnoticable. The reason would be someone offending him and his huntsman abilities because of his background.

Ismene is very "Lawful Good". Anything she sees as unfair to her or someone else would work her up

Leiah would fight anyone who she thinks has something against her for no real reason.

Q: Is there a certain person in this world they cannot stand? The very mention of this character makes them tremble with anger or fear.

A: All of them hate Alexander's older sister, Kleo, who is a bully and a witch (figurativelly speaking). Alexander tries to be more reserved around her, Robin and Ismene try to avoid conflict with her, and Leiah would physically fight her if that didn't result with trouble for Alexander. Speaking of Leiah, she also partially hates Mariamne, and fully despises Sam (from Team Lasso).

Q: Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

A: Alexander, sometimes. Ismene definitelly for both. Robin and Leiah never really thought about it that much.

And lastly, probably my favourite one:

Q: If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

Alexander: disturbing public peace.

Robin: shoplifting just to get to Alexander and keep him for freaking out that he got arrested.

Ismene? Never. She gets nervous just thinking about breaking the law, even in a minor way.

Leiah: getting into fights with literally anyone that looks at her funny for getting into fights with people that look at her funny.

And that’s all I have for now! If I stumble upon any individual OC questions, I’ll add them to the queue individually, tagging them as such. I just bundled these up together as such because I had to transcribe them all anyways, so why not transcribe all in one go?

#Grimm Tales #Alexander Glorian #Robin Heath #Ismene Kokinos #Leiah Prima #OC Questions #Long post

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