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[verobatto]

Written for the @fanficlounge 's WPC

Title: "Truth Comes With A Kiss."

Author and Artist: BENKA79

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Rated: Teen and Up

Length: 800 words

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Saint Valentine's fic, curse, Sam Knows, Sam ships Destiel, love confessions, first kiss.

Summary:

Dean Winchester is cursed by a witch. The curse: he'll confess his true feeling to the love of his life. And Sam knows who that person is.

Link to fic on AO3

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Little art pieces I made for the Fanfic Lounge's WPC

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[benka79]

Written for the @fanficlounge 's WPC

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author and Artist: BENKA79 (verobatto)

Ship: Kotetsu/Barnaby

Rated: Teen and Up

Length: 849 words

Warnings: N/A

Tags: superpowers, predicting the future, first kiss, fluff, POV Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Summary:

Due to NEXT contagion, Barnaby can see the future. But why is it always the future telling him about a kiss with the old man?

Link to fic on AO3:

[amemipiacitu]

Take this little drawing I did tonight instead of sleeping

[glygriffe]

Reading & Rec List of the month

Since I didn't read anything Irish-themed this month, I thought I could at least make this end-of-March rec list a little green!

Supernatural Fanfics

Something like that an untitled drabble by @chapeldean (Dean & Charlie)

Untitled therapy drabble: a conversation between Sam and Dean, set after 15 x 18, by @starcrosseddeancas

As a captive: a rewrite of Appointment in Samara by silver_penny that is ethereal and makes you reflect on life and death. (Dean, Death, Tessa)

Are You Okay: a short fluff piece about a hunt gone slightly wrong written by @octoberclidan (Dean x Reader)

Helping: love this canon slice of life by @starlitesky set late in Kelly's pregnancy (Castiel & Kelly)

They were roommates: Drunk Cas cannot hold his tongue about anything including his feelings. A fun little Sastiel piece by @posingasme (Castiel x Sam)

What Goes Around Don't Come Around (or Maybe It Does): The light and the warmth that Crowley deserves by @rauko-creates that I discovered thru the First Sentence Game (Dean x Crowley)

In the Woods (Soulless!Sam edition): by @amemipiacitu. Castiel is still captive, and Dean is still mute, but this version of the story is darker than anticipated. First chapter was written for the Weekly Prompt Challenge (WPC) of the Fanfic Lounge.

Plain sight: AU about a kidnapping that has a lot of twists and turns for a shorter fic! By @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader)

Untitled outline by @queerstudiesnatural where Dean uses his words as much as he can… This is lovely 🥰 (Dean x Castiel)

Untitled Lily Saunder pitch set after 15x18 by @sailorsally that gives me Little Mermaid’s vibes (Dean x Castiel)

Prompted: a reread because @bobwess is a master at bloody hurt/comfort short stories (Dean x Castiel)

Not related to Supernatural

Microfiction about someone (Anghim) fond of climbing ☺️ by O. Westin /@microsff

Murdered by Mr Hand Man: My first My Hero Academia fanfic read! (I don't even watch the show or read the mangas..) Shigaraki Tomura coming into the real world to murder you. By dino_boy on AO3. Courtesy of the Fanfic Lounge WPC.

Nobody Likes The Duke Of The North: A fic also written for the @fanficlounge by @verobatto that I should have read a little sooner, but that I discovered thru the First Sentence Game (Original work)

I also started to read two paper books: American Gods by @neil-gaiman and Douze coups de théâtre by Michel Tremblay (around 20 of his stage plays are available in English I don't know about his novels, tho).

Have a good time, and make new friends between the pages!

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Stuck in the elevator with you

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Vf8dBo2 by Amemipiaci_tu Written for the WPC from Fanfic Lounge server on Discord: Stuck in an elevator (yeah, that prompt). Set sometimes around season 5. It was supposed to be a milk run, good old salt and burn, but things didn't pan out exactly as expected. "Who the fuck keeps the mummyfied hand of their former boss in their office??" Dean grunted while the elevator crawled, one floor after the other, toward the attic at the top of the 77 store building. "Andrew Singer, apparently." Words: 1764, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Eric Kripke Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Crack, Idiots in Love, Trapped In Elevator, Easter Eggs, Kissing, First Kiss, Oblivious Castiel (Supernatural), Not Beta Read, Erik Kripke is only mentioned as a ghost read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Vf8dBo2

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Fanfic Lounge Weekly Prompt Challenge ✍️

Soooo at home (Fanfic Lounge Discord server) we have weekly prompts, and I love them so here's the ones we've had until now and I'll keep the list updated in case u wanna take part:

🔥This week's wpc

Normal Difficulty: Write about a character with sensitivity to music or noise.

Hard Difficulty: Two people are playing chess. One person can read minds, the other person can see the future.

✏️Past weeks - Writers

Your character hires two private investigators to investigate each other.

A stranger texts the wrong number, and accidentally sends you a declaration of love.

Use five points of view to describe one situation.

Write about a person going through an intense Emotion. (No dialogue - No inner thought!)

Write a story in which the narrator hates the main character. This leads to lots of passive-aggressive side comments throughout the story.

Write a story with an unreliable narrator that readers can never quite trust.

Write about a hero and a villain rescheduling their battle due to a scheduling conflict.

The flowers Epiphyllum Oxypetalum are the calling card of a killer. Someone in this building is about to die. — Research the flower!

Write a slow-burn love story that is narrated by a very impatient narrator.

🖌️Past weeks - Artists

Draw someone as detailed as possible going through an emotion of your choice

A broken world seen through the eyes of a child

Draw the flower Epiphyllum Oxypetalum under the moon

Your character is being controlled like a marionette

A writer in its natural habitat

The prompts are given by the lovely & hard working admin, and she is open to suggestions too. They are designed to give u ideas, help u improve your writing, and actually write: Submission deadline is every Saturday at 11PM UK time 🕚🔥 there are options for artists too!

No excuse 🙈

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[fanfic] I Will Be Your Wings:  Chapter 6

Yubel folded their wings as they came to rest on one of the perches close to the palace. They studied it for a few moments, chewing on one finger.

I shouldn’t go back. I really shouldn’t. They knew that. They’d always known that. They could even see guards flittering here and there, and a few taking ground routes, Flighted and Flightless both. The king and queen did their very best to protect their home. Yubel couldn’t blame them.

But that protection made it so difficult to get in there when all they wanted to do was meet him again. To see those warm eyes turned toward them again, to speak with him. To find out if what they’d thought about him was true.

As much as Yubel knew that they shouldn’t, that didn’t mean that they didn’t want to, or that they didn’t come by here every few days, fighting all reason with the burning desire to just flit in and search him out.

They rested a hand on the perch and forced their head away. This was a good spot to see the rest of the city from.

Has he ever been up here and seen it? Yubel added that to the list of questions that they would ask him when the time came. Because it would come; sooner or later. Somehow. Yubel didn’t exactly know how, but the more time passed, the more certain they became of it.

Somehow, they would meet him, and they would be able to ask all they wanted and answer all that he wanted. Surely he had questions too. Surely he felt the same way that they did, that they were drawn to one another.

Yubel didn’t know what the word for such a feeling would be. It had to exist; they just didn’t know what it would be. And whether or not they could name it, that drawing hummed under their skin and raced along with their blood, spun through their feathers and their hair, and sang in perfect time with every breath that they took.

Yubel leaped forward. There wasn’t any thought involved with this. The time was now and they took it. They spread their wings, darting too fast for most of the guards to realize they’d even been there. Timing was everything.

They knew where the gaps in the spell-crafted defenses were. They dodged through them quickly. Yubel had always been able to see magic, but hadn’t ever tried to weave it. One needed a proper teacher for that, and teachers required payment. Just getting money to eat and have shelter and clothes was enough of a struggle. Having money for a teacher for a gift that might not even be worth the effort? That was worth a laugh.

But now they flittered through the tiny gaps, resting where they could to avoid the eyes of the guards. They’d done this once before. But Yubel wasn’t foolish enough to think that he would be in the same place as before. It wasn’t the same day or even the same time of day and very few people’s schedules were that strict.

So they searched, taking time to watch for guards and for places they could move through the web of spells, and listened and watched for any sign of him. There weren’t so many Flightless here, were they? They could find him. They would always find him.

There were perches inside the palace grounds, Yubel discovered, ones of far finer make than those out in the city. Those were good enough, but these were far better, crafted of rare woods polished to a mirror shine, frequently littered about with couches and chairs that one could rest in.

Yubel could even see some of the nobles lounging on one or two of the perches. They made certain not to perch too near in those cases. If someone got too good of a look, it would be easy to identify Yubel as an intruder. The clothes alone – tattered tunic and sandals that didn’t fit nearly as well as they had when Yubel first found them – made that obvious.

So they stayed at a distance and did their best to blend in, staying slumped and looking away, as if a simple servant. Yubel didn’t think they would notice a servant.

“You!” A voice cracked out and Yubel leaped up at once, eyes darting around in search of a way to escape. Before they could, though, a tall man with insectoid wings landed in front of them. “Where do you work at?”

Yubel’s lip quivered; this was it, they would be taken to the dungeon and never again see the light of day or the rising of the moon, never again fly or dance with the wind. Even worse, they would never see him again.

“Oh, I don’t care.” The stranger glowered down at Yubel. Yubel noticed they weren’t as finely dressed as nobles or royalty would be, though they certainly weren’t as poorly clad as they were. “I guess you’re new. You don’t have a uniform yet?”

Yubel clung to that. “Yessir. I mean, nosir. I don’t.” It wasn’t in all technicality a lie. This was only their second time in the palace environs and they didn’t have a uniform – would likely never get one. But that wasn’t what had been asked.

“Come with me.” He turned and fluttered back into the air, Yubel following nervously. Surely he would figure out that they didn’t belong and then they would be sent to the dungeon?

But if this stranger, whoever he was, guessed at what Yubel feared, he made no mention of it. Instead, he guided them to a bathing area and gestured in.

“Go clean up. I’ll have a uniform ready when you get out. And hurry it up. The prince needs his lunch soon.”

Yubel almost froze on the spot. Could it really be? Had they somehow stumbled into that much luck?

The only thing that kept them from freezing altogether was the stranger pushing them into the bathing area and then stalking off. Yubel stared around in surprise, brain slowly unsticking, then one clear thought burst in.

I can see him again! And maybe this time they could actually talk to him.

Yubel hadn’t ever really wanted to take up a servant’s position. Or in truth, they’d never considered that they had the chance. Servants in the royal palace were almost considered royalty themselves, of a different sort. Frequently the position passed down from one generation to another. At least Yubel heard things like that, though it couldn’t be entirely true, not if this person thought Yubel was a new servant.

But if it gave them that chance to see him and talk to him, then Yubel would gladly be his servant for all of their days.

Quickly they stripped and plunged into the waiting tub of hot water, scrubbing until their skin turned red. Keeping their wings out of the water turned out a touch more difficult than expected, but Yubel managed it. There were combs and brushes to settle their hair and feathers into place – though they couldn’t be as well groomed on the wings as they liked. Reaching them remained difficult.

The stranger – Yubel guessed that he was someone in charge of the servants - threw the door open and stalked in, carrying a supply of clothes that he dropped onto the nearest table.

“Don’t take much longer. He’s almost finished his morning lessons and he’s going to need his lunch,” he warned before stalking back out again.

Lunch. Lessons. Yubel couldn’t yet wrap their mind about those things, let alone that they might bring him his lunch. But they carefully started to pull the clothes on anyway. Seeing would be believing.

The uniform fit better than Yubel would have presumed without some kind of measurements being taken. It was all in dark gray cloth, soft to the touch, with elegant embroidery around the neck and sleeves and the wing-openings. Yubel slipped their wings through the holes then spread them out for a few moments before refolding them, then reached to get the new shoes provided. Real shoes, not sandals that they’d outgrown far too quickly.

One side of the room had been made out of something reflective. Yubel stared at their own image for a few heart-stopping moments. Never before had they seen something like this – had they seen themselves like this. But there they were, dressed in clean and whole clothes for the very first time in their lives. What would be next, some kind of meal?

No, that couldn’t be, not when they were supposed to be taking the prince his meal. But Yubel shivered at that thought as well.

“Good, you’re ready. Come on.” The senior servant beckoned from the door and Yubel followed, hurrying in his wake as he hurried through the corridors. “What’s your name?”

“Yubel, sir,” Yubel murmured, more worried with each moment that they would say or do something that would reveal they weren’t really a servant to this man. Once that was out, Yubel just knew it would be the dungeons for them. Or worse. Suspected of trying to bring harm to the prince or the king and queen? Execution?

Yubel tried to keep breathing at that. They’d never met them and never thought of any harm to come to them. But would anyone believe them?

He repeated the name to himself a few times, frowning, before he shrugged and stopped before a door. “I can’t be expected to remember everyone,” he muttered, so low that Yubel almost didn’t hear him, before he opened the door and let out some of the most amazing scents that Yubel had ever encountered in their entire life. Their stomach roared at once, ignoring how nervous Yubel was in exchange for demanding some of that food.

The servant looked down, a frown twisting his lips. “You should have already eaten your lunch. If you skipped it, you have to wait until dinner. Understood?”

Yubel gulped and nodded. They had eaten lunch, but lunch had been a half of an apple and half a bowl of soup bought from a street vendor. It would have sufficed for the rest of the day until some dinner could be scrounged somewhere, if all of this wonderful food hadn’t presented itself. Now that it had, Yubel knew they were hungry. Very hungry.

The servant called into the room and someone else brought a tray towards them, holding it towards Yubel, who took it gingerly. The tray itself was cool but the plates on it steamed deliciously. Yubel recognized meat and vegetables and what was probably watered wine of some sort – Kuragari was the wine center of the world, after all – but couldn’t have named any specific dishes.

“Go that way,” the senior servant instructed, gesturing towards another hallway. “Take the third corridor, go up two flights of stairs, and then the second hallway after that. The prince will be in the second room on the left. Come back right away or when he dismisses you, whichever comes first.”

Yubel nodded and hurried away, repeating the directions silently as they did. They weren’t going to go wrong here. A chance like this could never come again.

Third corridor. Yubel counted as they passed them, wondering what lay down the first and second. I won’t find out. I can’t stay here. It would be too risky. This was the royal palace. They didn’t hire scruffy little nothings like them to work here. This was all a glorious mistake and the best thing to do would be to get out after actually being blessed enough to meet the prince. But they weren’t going to push their luck.

Yubel spied the first flight of stairs and headed up there. One good point about all of this was that the whole palace had clearly been designed for use by those with wings, even the servants. The steps were wide and easy to climb, and if Yubel had dared, they could have flown up them. Carrying the tray made it more difficult, though, so that was a chance Yubel didn’t take.

Instead, they just hurried along, trying to get there before the food got cold. Though a careful look at it showed that wasn’t a problem either: enchantments had been set on it that were likely there to keep the food hot. Yubel could see magic. Yubel didn’t always know what the magic had been cast to do.

The closer they came to where the prince was supposed to be, the more nervous Yubel grew. The tray was heavy, though not so much that they couldn’t carry it safely, but it seemed to get worse with each moment anyway. Yubel didn’t know what could be nerves and what could just be the tray itself.

A guard stood outside the door and the moment she caught sight of Yubel, she raised her weapon to bar the way.

“Your purpose?”

Yubel tensed, a ripple of worry flickering through their wings. Magic flowed all around this guardswoman, bright red like fire. Yubel swallowed. More truth, just a little shaded.

“I’m bringing the prince his dinner,” they said, holding up the tray. The guardswoman gave it a careful look, then stepped aside, opening the door.

“Go on, then. You’re new, aren’t you?”

Yubel wondered how often they would be asked that before they could get out of there. But for now, they just nodded, and hurried into the room.

And just like that, he was there. The room itself had two exits, the door Yubel came in by and one other one. Someone wrapped in magic, with poorly kept wings, stood near that door, but all of Yubel’s attention remained focused on the prince.

To most eyes he would have been sort of dull. Ordinary brown hair and eyes, a little thin compared to most Fliers of his age, though very well dressed, as befit a prince. To Yubel, he glowed with an inner strength that made them want to stay by his side forever.

He looked toward them as they entered, and Yubel ducked their head down on instinct as they carried the tray to the table in front of him. He said nothing at all and Yubel focused on setting the food before him instead of anything else. They were posing as a servant. That was what a servant would do.

Then the food was there and he hadn’t said anything, and Yubel began to take a step back. It had all been inside their own head and he’d never felt anything, never knew, never guessed…

They turned toward the door.

“Wait.”

Yubel froze. The prince rose up and stared at them, until without warning, his entire face lit up in sheer joy.

“It’s you!”

To Be Continued

Notes: And so they first really meet.

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Art for this week's WPC

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Artwork I made for the @fanficlounge 's WPC!

[benka79]

Written for the @fanficlounge 's WPC

Submission.

ORIGINAL WORK

Title: Faces We See, Hearts We Don't Know

Rated: Mature

Length: 700 words

Warnings: Mild gore, blood.

Tags: Suspense, kidnapping. POV alternate.

Summary:

Mr. Randall is a good citizen.

Link to fic to AO3.

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Art Work for the @fanficlounge 's WPC

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This is one scene from chapter two from my TaiBani fic "Virtuous Pervert."

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Art work made for the @fanficlounge 's WPC

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Art I made for the Fanfic Lounge's WPC destiel fic you can find here.

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Art pieces I made for this week's WPC from Fanfic Lounge's Discord Server!

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Stuck in the elevator with you

Stuck in the elevator with you https://ift.tt/WDerAtv by Amemipiaci_tu Written for the WPC from Fanfic Lounge server on Discord: Stuck in an elevator (yeah, that prompt). Set sometimes around season 5. It was supposed to be a milk run, good old salt and burn, but things didn't pan out exactly as expected. "Who the fuck keeps the mummyfied hand of their former boss in their office??" Dean grunted while the elevator crawled, one floor after the other, toward the attic at the top of the 77 store building. "Andrew Singer, apparently." Words: 1764, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Eric Kripke Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Crack, Idiots in Love, Trapped In Elevator, Easter Eggs, Kissing, First Kiss, Oblivious Castiel (Supernatural), Not Beta Read, Erik Kripke is only mentioned as a ghost via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/ahqAD8V September 07, 2024 at 05:21PM