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abeautifuldayfortea · 4 years ago

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Birth Pt. 1

Summary: Rosie delivers her fourth child, SR 1427. Tolkien barely writes about women. also read as: we need some strong women characters. Written with my OC Estella (by canon, Merry’s wife), but you can change her name to YN if you wish (InteractiveFics or Word Replacer II). Written hastily, will not edit till next week.

Warnings: Childbirth, blood, mentions of death

A/N: A self indulgent fic about the use of ergot as a vasoconstrictor before the advances and application of oxytocin in modern medicine to control severe postpartum haemorrhage. Severe postpartum haemorrhage is considered to be an obstetric emergency and time is of the essence. Historical use of vaginal douching, ergot or ‘labour tea’ as it was known and vaginal packing with rags are recorded to reduce the mortality rate of women experiencing PPH. Blood transfusion was also an effective method of treating PPH, but I doubt that hobbits would have known about this as they were fond of simple things and disliked machines more complex than a mill.

Fun fact: LSD also happens to be derived from ergot alkaloids. Ergotism was also known as St Anthony’s Fire. Don’t do drugs.

You can read more about the historical management of PPH here:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1633559/

https://mro.massey.ac.nz/bitstream/handle/10179/3299/02_whole.pdf?sequence=1&isAllowed=y

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The air hung low in the artificial darkness of the room. It felt too small, as if she was a burgeoning whale growing until the walls of smial that cradled her would shudder and the earth about them collapse. On the bedside table the preparations had been made. The linens and towels, each meticulously washed were pressed and folded. Upon the floor, a bucket of water rippled to the rhythm of soft padding of feet outside the room. She smiled, Sam had always been the more anxious of the two of them and where he could not follow, his feet would bore ruts in the floor. This was not at all Rosie’s first child. In fact, it was her fourth and at this point she rather cheerfully opted to call herself an ‘experienced amateur’ on the process.

This time, she had not felt the warm fluid run down her leg until her visiting friend, Estella had gasped at the liquid pooled by her feet. In a whirlwind that Rosie barely remembered she was swept up in her husband’s strong arms and laid her upon the bed before he was shooed out rather unceremoniously.

Then all too soon for her liking, it began. The one thing that Rosie certainly did not miss was the pain. As she pushed, she moaned with the feeling of being rended from the inside out with a rake, of tearing and burning as if her skin could no longer contain the spontaneous combustion within. The contractions came and went like the coming and going of the tide, only much faster. She felt as if the world about her continued to spin at a dizzying speed. Round and round the stars in her mind roared past and the aging of the world unravelled as the room filled with scent of her sweat and tears, hanging stagnant.

The brief feeling of a cold cloth applied to her forehead every so often was a temporary relief. The heat and the stuffiness of the still air nauseated her and the urge to throw up bobbed just below the surface of her sanity. Distantly, like white noise underwater, she registered the sound of encouraging words formed on familiar lips, but the language itself was lost to her and in that moment, surrounded by familiar faces of her friends, she was truly alone, walking upon a road of motherhood with not much at all to guide her. Rosie was not afraid, but that did not make her fearless and though she was alone, not once did she cower at the journey. Instead, she pushed forward with grim determination.

How much time had passed, she did not know. With a final push, the child slid free of her and Rosie sobbed silently into her wet pillow with the heaving exhaustion and the feeling of emptiness that filled her. “Another beautiful bairn, Rosie! A lovely, sprightly lad! May I?” Estella asked as she gingerly passed to Rosie the new life that lay, squalling, wet, red and wrinkled beneath the muslin towels. And seeing his tiny form cradled there in her arms Rosie was enthralled in the wonder of that singular moment. She nodded as she nursed her newborn, half awake in bliss and tiredness, knowing what Estella was asking permission for. The sensation of something being tugged and the wet mass of the placenta slithering out of her and against her thighs.

Someone had left the room and invited in the light and the fresh air and with it came Sam. In half a moment he was by her side and behind him toddled little Elanor Fairbairn, a spry four years old and curious as a fox. Her siblings were surprisingly sound asleep in the breaking dawn.

A slight smile came to Estella as she turned her attention away from the loving couple, leaving them to their quiet whispers as they tended to their love. The labour was a long one and lasted all through the evening and to the morning. Like a garden it flowers, she mused as she ran her fingers over the placenta. It was whole. She let out a breath of relief. Everything was progressing just fine.

And yet she paled at the piping voice of Elanor. “Mummy’s bleeding.”

The sheets were stained with a growing pool of red and Rosie cried out in surprise. Never had this happened to her before in her other children. Sam looked searchingly at Estella for answers and his eyes held her in that plea of desperation.

Save her.

But Estella did not have time to explain as she looked him evenly in the eyes. Her breath shuddered as she clamped down on the visceral fear in front of her. “Sam, I need you to boil the water and brew some ergot tea. Keep it in the water for three minutes, but not more. Get me as many towels as you can.” Her hands shook slightly as she fumbled with the jar of ergot, struggling to find the clasp on its lid. The dark contents in its clear container defied her, so close and so far, mocking her in her incompetence. Measuring out the ergot hastily, she handed it to Sam who took it wordlessly and disappeared to the kitchen.

An aide ushered Elanor out of the room.

“You’re going to be just fine, Rosie. I need you to lie back down again and slow your breathing. Can you tell me what you see on the ceiling?”

They had attempted to douche Rosie at first but where they cleaned, the blood seemed to return and so they resorted to packing her with rags torn hastily from the manchester. The flood kept coming even as Estella frantically stuffed the pushed the cloth into her and yet the red bled through like an overgrowth of deathly flowers.

The iron tang of her blood filled the air and it struck Rosie then with the very real fear that she would die then. She wanted to send for her husband then so that she may say goodbye, but the air from her fluttering lungs would not carry her words.

Her breath came in quick huffs now and the vision began to blur. Her pulse quickened. The warm grip of a calloused hand on hers that she recognised as Sam’s comforted her and though she could barely see him then, she could tell by the warm liquid on her face that he was weeping.

How cold you are, my Rosie! He seemed to be saying as he rubbed her arms.

But something warm was on her lips, a liquid trickling into her mouth and she swallowed wordlessly as someone ladled tea for her. She did not know what it was, but she did not have the strength to refuse it.

In the dark of her blindness and the room about her Rosie was suspended in time, between the world of the living and the warm pull of a long sleep that swathed her. It was as though she herself were back in the womb of her mother, only it was the smell of iron and earth that surrounded her. She had a thought then that perhaps death was not so bad after all. The drum of her own heartbeat filled her ears as she slipped from the waking world.

Beyond her knowledge, Estella checked her pulse and was relieved to find it had slowed back down. They had weathered the worst of the storm. She eyed the soaked rags at the foot of the bed and between her legs. Now began the long and anxious wait to see if septicaemia would take hold of her. Quietly, as Sam held Rosie and her newborn in a loose embrace, she began the long and tedious work of cleaning up. The bedsheets and the towels she gathered into the now empty bucket to be burned and the jar of ergot left uncovered on the bedside table she recovered, praising Eru as she did so. She was thankful that no convulsions plagued Rosie, for the use of ergot had many undesirable and often life threatening side effects.

Leaving the couple be, she gathered her things and retreated to the guest bedroom. Left behind in their shared room, Sam blearily opened his eyes, swollen from crying and briefly registered a shadow that rounded the corner of the door. A croaking ‘Thank you’, chasing after their form.

Closing her door gently with a click, Estella waited a moment to make sure she was alone before casting herself onto the floor. With a silent ferocity, she wept. Trembling, she fell then into a careless sleep and through many dreams that she would not remember afterward.

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raevenlywrites · 4 years ago

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The Ties That Bind 17 of ???

I collapsed languidly into the bath, more thankful than I could say that Elanor had started preparing it when I landed at the Keep. A bath, a change of clothes, and moment to feel like myself was the best welcome home I could have possibly asked for. The only way it might have at all been improved on was if I’d had time to wash my hair. A solid week since we’d left for the Mistari. Maybe more. The days were all starting to blur together, and their accumulated grime clung to me. If only the weight of everything else that had happened in those days could be so easily lifted.

Elanor sat behind me, working scented powders through my hair. The familiarity of the ritual soothed me even more than the heat of the blessedly still warm tub. How many hours had we passed like this, talking and gossiping, her fingers working on my hair or with a needle, her words working on the threads of my thoughts.

“You are a wonder, Elanor. There are no words.”

She laughed and scratched at my scalp, earning her a soft murmur of appreciation.

“I’m still your lady in waiting. And that’s all I’ve doing these past few days. Waiting.”

She said the last with a not so subtle hint in her tone. I joined in her laugh, feeling better about things than I had in days. Talks with Elanor had a way to making everything seem less dire.

“I’m sorry you’ve been kept out of the loop, dear friend. You’re right; there is much to talk about.”

I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath through my nose, trying to gather my thoughts. The soft scents of the water made me sleepy; we’d tried many herbs and flowers of the years in attempts to soothe away my bad dreams. I wondered now if our attempts had only ever succeeded in keeping me asleep, locking me in my nightmares rather than banishing them. I still hadn’t quite come to terms with my apparent sleeping through Zane Cobriana flying madly up to my room those few nights ago.

Nor with my best friend doing said flying.

“I still cant’ believe you snuck Zane up into my room,” I muttered, sinking lower into the bath. “Isn’t that treason or something?”

Elanor’s fingers stilled. I rolled my face up to look at her, shocked to see the dismay on her face.

“Elanor! Elanor, I’m kidding!” I reached to take one of her hands in mine, sloshing water. “Please, it was a joke. I’m not angry. Without you...”

There was no way to know what events might or might not have been set in motion. Perhaps Zane would have been mad enough to scale the Keep walls by hand--or more sensibly, surrender himself like his sister Irene had. I had no doubt Zane would have found a way, so determined he was to end this war. Determined enough to marry himself off to a hawk. My toes curled at the thought. I pushed them aside and focused on my distressed friend.

“We’re all going to have to do drastic things to end this war. Mad things. I’m not angry with you. Just... surprised.”

The look Elanor gave me was so full of grief it took my breath away. It looked so alien on the familiar avian face. It looked too much like Zane, and Adelina, as they’d grieved over the loss of Gregory.

“Dani, you have no idea how scared I was. Zane... he’s very charismatic, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

I nodded, my expression caught between a laugh and a wince. Charismatic seemed an understatement.

“It just all seemed so reasonable, with my aunts’ story of his convalescing in their home, and his words about how you’d tried to work things out at the Mistari, and if he could just see you--“

She cut off, shaking her head. “It feels so stupid now, after the fact. You’re right; it was treasonous. It scares me to know that I could do such a thing. To anyone, let alone to you, Dani. I... I just can’t believe.”

I squeezed her hand, wishing I hadn’t started this conversation while I was in the bath. I wanted to put an arm around her, reassure her that she was still one of my dearest friends. Instead I lay there wet and naked and awkward, wondering how to offer comfort. In times of hurt or grief, I would sing. But to the best of my knowledge, there was no lullaby or ballad for revolutionaries.

“Zane spoke to me of Fate,” I said slowly, trying to see the words before they came out of my mouth. I was going on instinct, and as I’d learned recently, that could sometimes just make things worse.

“He told me Fate brought him to your aunts’ house, and I believe he’s right. Maybe what possessed you wasn’t serpent wiles, but the gears of something larger than any of us.”

I gave up on decorum and decided I wanted out of this tub. “Help me dry off, and let me fill you in on all you’ve missed.” Brightening, I remembered a particular bit of gossip that would certainly lift her mood. “And you can give me some advice on how to proceed with Rei--now that we’ve kissed.”

He girlish squeal was exactly the effect I’d hoped for, and my bubbly, dreamy, daring Elanor was back. I told her of Rei backing me before my mother and all but naming himself my alastair, of the rush and confusion of our first kiss, how badly I wished I hadn’t made such a decision now, with the serpiente en route for peace talks.

“I’m sure that’s what urged his hand,” Elanor said as she did up the laces at my back. Nearly all of my formal gowns had laces for the demi-wings of my third form. “What with Zane galloping in on a big black horse and asking for your hand.”

“He didn’t ask for my hand,” I shot back, already tired of quelling that rumor before it had even properly circulated. “The Mistari suggested it as an option. Zane and I haven’t had a chance to discuss anything else.”

Elanor snorted but I didn’t let her voice whatever goading point she was about to make.

“Did you know he gave that horse to your aunts? His and Adelina’s. ‘For all the trouble’, apparently.”

Elanor gasped. “That’s-- those horses must be worth a fortune! Gods, and probably cost a fortune to upkeep. Do you think he’ll be offended if they sell them?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea?” Slyly, I added, “Why don’t you ask him when he gets here?”

We lost ourselves in giddy laughter, needing the release. It was so good to laugh with Elanor while she dressed me for the assembly. Almost good enough to distract me from my nerves.

Of course, my mother coming in to strategize about said assembly pretty undid it all that in a matter of seconds. - Sitting in my ante room, ignoring the tea that Elanor poured before quietly retreating, my mother and I were getting no where.

“You can’t be mad about this, mother. You’re the one who pulled us from the neutral lands we’d already agreed to meet on. What other options were exactly left for us? You made it clear you wouldn’t tolerate us camping in the woods.”

“Danica-- you know why-- that isn’t the point. The point is what exactly do you plan to do with him now. Here. In the heart of your kingdom?”

I resisted the urge to rub at my temples. Instead, I allowed myself a different breech of decorum: honestly speaking my mind.

“I wish all this had happened after I’d taken the throne.”

My mother sighed and nodded. “Agreed. Things would be so much simpler if Rei was already your alastair. Then maybe the Disa might have suggested something useful--or at least something less offensive.” It was my turn to sigh.

“Mother, Zane is a perfectly fine gentlemen--“

“He’s a serpent--“

“Who has not once raised a hand against me. Do you understand that, mother? The sheer number of times he could have ended my life by now--“

“That is hardly reassuring, Shardae.”

I grit my teeth. What I wanted to do was scream. What I did was take another careful breath.

“I need you to back me on this, mother. We need to present a united front, one that is in control and unafraid. If we’re seen to flinch around the serpiente, this will never work. The citizenry will panic and the Keep will be bathed in blood in a matter of moments.”

It was one of our most sacred tennets that blood never be spilled within the Keep. Even meat was prepared off the grounds and brought in, to keep the heart of our kingdom free of death. It was at the foundation of our wards, and utterly unthinkable that anyone would dare break the taboo within its walls.

Just as unthinkable as a cobra marrying a hawk.

My mother straightened, and I could almost see her pulling her reserve back into place around herself.

“Of course. We will do whatever it takes to keep our halls secure.”

Hardly a reassuring phrasing, but it would have to do.

“So. What are your plans for introducing this visiting dignitary to your court?”

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heychangbin · 4 years ago

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It Was Gonna Be Beautiful

Wordcount: 1268

Warnings: Angsty

A/N: I hate myself for this.

The bar was mostly empty for the exception of the usual day drinkers that seemed to be a permanent fixture in Joe's Tavern, sitting in the same seats, with the same beer bottles, and even looked to be wearing the same washed out clothes.

You idly spin your empty glass, ice clinking against the crystal walls as the fluorescent light flickers overhead.

You push the power button of your phone, bringing the screen to life and mutter a curse, its late, later than you had anticipated as you close your eyes and slump forward, pressing your forehead to the polished bartop, the cool wood a welcome contrast to the warm drink in your system.

You idly tap the rim of your glass, as you take a minute to push everything down and find the strength to push yourself off your stool and take a car to your next stop.

The clink of glass and shifting of ice makes you shift your head and look up, catching Jackie, a middle aged woman with long black hair, dark eyes and a wide nose, as she pulls the bottle away from the rim of your stout tumbler

"Oh, no, I wasn't ask for a refill Jacks" you mutter pushing yourself up

"You sure babe? Looks like you need it." She says as she poured herself a couple fingers worth of whiskey.

Guess i ain’t doin’ that good a job keepin’ it together.

With a (wry smile) you reach for your purse, your fingertips hadn’t gripped the cover flap before Jackie reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, saying,

"Don't worry about it babe, it's on the house."

The smile that curves your lips then is slightly more genuine,

"Not sure Joe is gonna like that" mumbling a thanks as you reach for the glass

"What he doesnt know wont hurt 'im" she says with a wink, raising her glass up and knocking it back.

You pick your own glass up and hold it in front of you for a moment, your eyes trained on the cubes of ice and jostling liquid, as your vision begins to blur with another round of unshed tears.

Here’s to you, Nick, and all the plans you had.

You bring the rim of the glass to your lips and take a generous pull, blaming the choking sound on the liquid traveling down your throat instead of the thought that crossed your mind.

Jackie uncaps the botte and pours herself another round, when she goes to top you off you cover the top of your glass, shaking your head,

“I can’t Jackie, I got--gotta” your words trail off, your throat closing as you realize that you can’t keep delaying the inevitable.

Can’t do that to ‘im....we....we’re all we got left.

You feel a hand covering your own, giving it a gentle squeeze,

“Tell me 'bout 'im" said the woman behind the basket, her hand wiping down the section of the bar in front of her.

“You knew ‘im as much as I did Jackie,” you voice cracks as you wipe your nose on the back of your hand

“I knew the guy that came in here and threw a few beers back, toothpick hangin’ from the corner of his lips and smoked like a chimney in the middle o’ winter.”

That surprised a laugh out of you as you looked up at the ceiling trying to will the tears back. You couldn’t cry, not he

"He...he was intense, good heart though, always tryna do the right thing, y'know? Always lookin’ out for his family,” you started when you felt like your voice wouldn’t waver, “he had this...this plan he was always talkin’ ‘bout,”

It’s gonna be beautiful., the phrase played so clearly in your mind, you turned to look at the seat beside you to see if he was standing there, your heart clenching uncomfortably when you saw the empty stool.

“He had this place he wanted to move us to, had a fund for Vito to go to college, Brown or somethin’, was always putting somethin’ away for a rainy day for his ‘ld man,”

You hung your head and shook it, thinking about the strained relationship between Vincent Tortano and his eldest son, the thought leaving a bitter taste in your mouth when you thought about how the old man was always so quick to dismiss him and didn’t know about all the things that Nicky did behind the scenes to keep the bank from kicking him and Vito out from their home.

The memory of your last fight springing to the forefront of your mind,

***

“Nicky, you can’t keep letting him treat you like that, he should know that you’re the reason the bank hasn’t come and kicked him out of that house!” you argued, as you placed the dirty dinner dishes in the sink, opening the faucet and letting them soak, “He should know that his SS--”

“If he knew, he’d move him and Vito somewhere else,” he interrupted you as he gathered the remaining dishes and walked them over to the sink, before turning around and leaning back against the edge, reaching for the hand that was propped on your waist and pulling you towards him.

“Listen, I know you hate it--” you opened your mouth to let him know that you more than hated it, you thought it was straight up bullshit, but before you could get a word out he pressed a long slender finger to your lips, “I know, I know, but this way, I know he’s alright, I know Vito has a roof over his head and that there’s food on their table.”

You rolled your eyes at him, reaching behind him to turn off the water before wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing a kiss to his chest.

“You’re too damn good tortano.” you mutter, pressing your cheek to

“He’ll come ‘around. You’ll see.”

You’re too optimistic for your own good Nicky.

***

You swallow back tears and look up to meet Jackie's eyes,

“He was good...deserved so much more than what he got.” you said, voice thick with unshed tears and a trembling lip.

Jackie reached over the bar, gripping your shoulder as you swallowed the thickness in your throat until you felt like you were able to breath again.

Jackie was pouring you another drink when you heard the stool beside you being pulled out, and a too familiar voice say,

“Thought I might find you here, you swung around and saw Vito, dressed in shades of black and his hair slicked back.

“Sorry, lost track a time.” you say, reaching for your purse to pull out your wallet, handing Jackie a few bills.

“On the house hun,” she said, picking up the glasses and putting them somewhere underneath the bar.

“Jackie, no, you gotta--” you argue, hitching the handle of your purse on your shoulder.

She came over and took your hand in hers, “Family wasn’t the only ones your Nicky looked after.”

Her words made you choke, instead of placing the bills back into your wallet you walked over and with a watery smile tuck them into the tip jar beside the register before walking over to where Vito is standing, hand spread out and holding the deep green door open.

You follow behind Vito to a familiar light blue Cadillac and climb into the passenger's side, Vito quickly easing out of the parking space and heading towards St. Michaels Cemetery, to say your final goodbye to Nick Tortano.

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breanime · 5 years ago

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hiii, could I please be tagged in part two of the OT3 imagine where James was too reckless?

Okay, sooooo.... I had ONE last drabble request with dialogue prompts from @gollyderek and I accidentally deleted it, I was going to use it for this one! I’m sorry, I don’t know how it happened! This is a continuation of the OT3 Breakup Story.

It had been nearly 24 hours since Sirius had walked out; you’d checked with Remus, and he told you Sirius was at his place, so at least you knew he was somewhere safe. James had wanted to go after him and confront him, but you’d convinced him otherwise.

“He needs space,” you had said, and as you spoke the words, you realized they were true for you as well.

So you went to Lily’s.

James woke up the next day alone. He was used to being comfortably smothered by the two people he loved most in the world, but now he was just… in an empty bed by himself. He sighed, rolling onto his side and hugging Sirius’ pillow to his chest. It still smelled like him, and James was hit with the sad thought that this could be all he had left of him. If Sirius was really done with him, then the last time he hugged him, the last time he kissed him, the last time he held him would have really been the last time… And then what if you left him, too? You were upset with him—you’d made that clear—and even if you hadn’t been as pissed as Sirius had, James knew you were still unhappy with him.

He’d hurt you. He’d hurt you both.

He sighed again, feeling his eyes water. The thought of living his life without the two of you was unbearable, it made his chest ache and his breath come out short. It made him feel like he’d been hit in the chest with the Cruciatus Curse. It made him feel like there was no point in getting out of bed, no point in the sun shining, no point in the breathing. Life meant nothing without you and Sirius—

—oh.

Oh, of course. That’s what you two had been afraid of during the mission, that you would lose James. He sat up, tears falling down his cheeks in the empty room, and he covered his heart with his hand. He had been reckless; he’d known that during the mission, and he’d tried to justify it to you and Sirius knowing he’d put himself in danger needlessly. But James had thought he’d been right to act that way, he hadn’t even considered what his actions could have meant for you and Sirius, and—

—no. He wouldn’t lose you two over this—he couldn’t.

You were sitting on Lily’s living room floor, eyes red from crying so much, playing with the toe of your sock. It was James’ sock, actually. You had his sock on your left foot, and Sirius’ sock on your right foot. You sniffled, feeling unbelievably lonely. How could you go from two loves of your life to none? How could you live your life without them both? Just James or just Sirius just wouldn’t cut it for you—the three of you were a set, just one wasn’t right.

“Y/N?” Lily asked, knocking on the doorframe.

You didn’t look up. “Yeah?”

“You have a visitor…”

You looked up then, turning from your place on the floor to look up at her. Your heart stopped; Lily was standing with James at her side.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” she said, walking off.

James sat next to you, and he took over playing with your sock. “I’ve been a real prat, haven’t I?”

You didn’t look up from your foot. “We just worry about you,” you answered, “that’s all.”

“I know,” James squeezed your foot, “I’m sorry.” He looked up at you, and when you looked into his watery hazel eyes, you saw your home. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded. There was only one thing that needed to be said. “I love you, James.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” James said, opening his arms and pulling you into his grasp, where you belonged. He was smiling when you pulled back but frowned when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?”

“An ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t going to be enough for Sirius,” you said, shaking your head, “He’s—he’s so angry and hurt…”

“I know,” James nodded, “I know what he needs to hear,” he stood and held his hand out for you, “and I’m ready to say it.”

When you and James got to Remus’, he simply opened the door and walked out. He patted James on the shoulder and gave you a one-shouldered hug as he walked past, offering one piece of advice:

“Please,” Remus said as he shrugged his jacket on, “remind him how much he’s loved.”

Sirius was sitting in the reading room with the blinds drawn, shrouded in darkness. He looked like he hadn’t slept since he’d left, but he was still the most beautiful thing you or James had ever laid eyes on.

“Sirius,” you said, eyes watering at the sight of him.

Sirius stood, his grey eyes dark with emotion, but he didn’t say a word.

“We…” James began, clearing his throat. “Well, I owe you an apology—both of you. I was reckless, and careless and just…” He sighed. “I should have taken in you and Y/N’s feelings before I did what I did. And I should have listened to why you were so upset…” He pushed his glasses up on his nose, a nervous habit. “I get it now, though. And I… I understand if you can’t forgive me, or if you feel like you… You have to walk away from me, for… forever…” He looked up at Sirius, eyes wet. “But I want you to know that you and Y/N mean the world to me, and I don’t ever want to hurt you the way I did. I love you both so much, and all I want is to keep you both safe and happy, and I realize now that that means I have to keep myself safe—for your sakes…”

“We love you so much Sirius,” you added, “and we miss you.”

Sirius took a breath. “I love you too,” he said, “Both of you. So much…” He looked at James. “But I can’t have you just… carelessly throwing your life away during every mission, James. I just can’t.”

“I know,” James stepped up, “and I won’t. I promise.”

Sirius stomped over to you two and pulled you both into a hug, crushing you both in his arms. “I’m gonna hold you to that,” he growled.

“So…” James asked into Sirius’ shoulder, his eyes closed in comfort. “…Does that mean we’re back together?”

“We never broke up, you git,” Sirius answered.

“But you walked out!” You said. “That seemed kind of final and dramatic to me!”

“Me?” Sirius repeated, hand on his chest. “Dramatic?! I have never been so insulted in my life!”

You laughed, and James alternated between kissing your cheeks and Sirius’. You snuggled into their embrace, happy to be back where you belonged.

And that night, as you rolled around in bed with your boys, you reminded them with your words and touch and kiss, that the three of you were meant to be.

And neither of them could disagree.

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How was this? Are you guys all done being mad at me? Thanks for reading!

Everything Taglist: @encounterthepast @jigsawlover10 @gollyderek @charlylama @realduckvader @teacuplotus @whovianayesha @lexxierave @loveintheroyalfamily @fanfictionrecommendations-com @maxslime-blog @songforhema @lucielandss @themadhatter92 @christinawxxx @anabella-baby @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme @luminex3 @ashkuuuu @luckysstrikes @carlaangel86 @floralpeaceofmind @dylanobrusso @iaintnofurry @ymariejp @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @mrsjaxtellerfan @holamor @drinix @rhabakoli @stories-you-wont-hear @king4thesirens @leahnicole1219 @evanlys19 @binbons-is-theloml @aikeia @bitch-imma-head-out @witchygagirl

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Caspian/Sirius: @miss-nerd95 @a-jem-found-in-a-papaya @ladyblablabla @littlemermaidprobz @futuristicslimemongerbanana

OT3 Taglist: @celyndavies @theworlsisugly-22 @theumbrellaacademystuff

Tagging @palefiregiver and @treestarrrrrrrr as well.

#sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #James Potter x Sirius Black #sirius black x reader x james potter #ot3 #breanime's drabble event part two

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thecardigangirl · 4 years ago

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Tolkien Blog Party 2020 - Tag Questions

Yayy!!! It’s that time of year again! Tolkien Week, pretty much my favorite time of year so I’m filling up the Tag Questions for The Edge of the Precipice’s Tolkien Party, as I’ve been doing the past two years.

Putting them under a read more for length.

1. What Tolkien character do you think you're the most like?

Oh, my gosh! This is SO HARD! I personally have no idea but I know I can relate A LOT to Bilbo and Frodo for various reasons, but I’m not sure I’m that much like them (I wish I were though).

I’ve been told by others at different times that I’m like Galadriel (something about my demeanor seems to give this impression to my sister and her boyfriend), Samwise (my friend Ellie said so recently), Bilbo (I remember @charitysplace said so once because we’re both massive cautious homebodies terrified of leaving our hobbit holes 😄), and Frodo (my brother said it once) but I can’t remember anybody else comparing me with other Tolkien characters, I don’t really have many Tolkien loving friends or simply friends for that matter. 😀

2. What Tolkien character do you wish you were more like?

Lots but mostly Frodo, Bilbo and Sam. Merry and Pippin too, they’re so jolly. 😆 And I wish I were as brave as Éowyn and Aragorn and as graceful as Galadriel and Arwen and as wise as Elrond and Gandalf and as a noble as Faramir, Bard and Éomer and... Okay, I’ll stop now. 😂

3. What would your dream home in Middle-earth be like?

Bag End!!! Need I say more? It’s seriously the best home ever. My biggest dream would be to be able to at least visit it (in actual Middle-earth, I’ve assumed I’ll never get to the set in NZ) but I bet it would be wonderful to live there with Bilbo and Frodo, my two most favorite characters. 😍 (I’ve actually read and imagined stories in my head about it).

4. You get to make a movie of the story of Beren and Luthien! Who do you cast as the leads?

Would it be odd to say I would cast Viggo Mortensen and Liv Tyler? It’s just, I know they’re different characters but for me their story is like a parallel version of Aragorn and Arwen’s story. Besides, they’re their descendants so I think it’d make sense for Aragorn and Arwen to look like them.

I think it’d also give it a peculiar sort of Wizard of Oz feeling in which real world characters have parallel characters in Oz played by the same actors. I don’t know, I’d think of it this way if I were to have a movie of their story.

I don’t know that many actors so I don’t know who else could be fit for their roles. Liv and Viggo are the ones that instantly came to mind because whenever I read the story, I picture Beren and Lúthien just like them, probably because I relate them with Aragorn and Arwen.

5. Have you ever marathoned the LOTR or Hobbit movies?

Not in a single day but over a week or so. LOTR more often than The Hobbit, I’m working to make the times I watch them both even but most of the time, I just watch my favorite clips from both because I don’t often have time to watch all of them.

6. Do you have a favorite song or track from the movie soundtracks by Howard Shore?

Several, I adore the full soundtrack of all movies but I’ll list my Top 10:

1. Concerning Hobbits [The Fellowship of the Ring].

2. Many Meetings (Rivendell in the Complete Recordings) [The Fellowship of the Ring].

3. Evenstar [The Two Towers].

4. Dreaming of Bag End [An Unexpected Journey].

5. The Breaking of the Fellowship (The Road Goes Ever On... Pt. 1 in the Complete Recordings) [The Fellowship of the Ring].

6. Elanor [The Return of the King]

7. Flaming Red Hair [The Fellowship of the Ring].

8. Bilbo’s Song [The Return of the King].

9. Kingsfoil [The Desolation of Smaug].

10. The Grace of Undómiel (Twilight and Shadow + the last part of Minas Tirith in the regular soundtrack release) [The Return of the King].

Plus all six movies’ credit songs, I love all of them.

These were SO HARD to choose, you have no idea. I had to leave quite a few of my faves out but these are pretty much my biggest favorites, the ones I couldn’t live without.

7. Which of Tolkien's characters would you like to be best friends with?

Most of them probably but hobbits are at the top of my list: Frodo, Sam, Bilbo, Merry, Pippin, Rosie. I’d also love to befriend the remaining members of the Fellowship and Thorin’s Company.

Special mention goes to LotR ladies: Galadriel (and her husband Celeborn), Arwen and Éowyn (and her husband Faramir, of course).

But if I had to choose just one, it’d be Frodo, no doubt. 😊

8. Who of the people in your real life would you want in your company if you had to take the ring to Mordor?

My siblings, my friends Ellie and Holly and these lovely people here: the aforementioned @charitysplace, @asylphamongthespiderworts, @arina-shavel, @chipmunkfanno1love, @creativefictionlover, @liliaenbaggins, @timelordoftherings, @infjpaladin, @thatvermilionflycatcher and @selkiesstories.

We’d be fourteen including me as Thorin’s Company. 😄

9. Have you read any of Tolkien's non-Middle-earth works?

Sure! I have read The Father Christmas Letters, it was such a lovely little book! A friend of my sister’s lent it to me, knowing my love of Tolkien’s work. I had such a fun time deciphering Polar Bear’s secret message. I look forward to reading his other children stories.

I think I might also have read an excerpt from On Fairy-Stories but not the full thing. And I have read a few of his letters but not his full letter book, not sure that counts as non-Middle-earth though, since he does talk about it in his letters.

10. Is there a book by Tolkien you haven't read yet, but want to?

All the ones I haven’t read yet, which is a bit of a long list when you consider I’ve only read The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion and The Father Christmas Letters.

Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle-earth and The History of Middle-earth are at the top of my list.

These were such great questions, so fun (though some a bit hard) to answer as usual. 😆 Big thanks to Hamlette for such amazing questions and for hosting this party every year! It’s really one of my favorite events. ♥

#tolkien blog party 2020 #tolkien blog party #blog events #tolkien week #hobbit day 2020 #tolkien #lotr #the hobbit #mine

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urrone · 4 years ago

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Fanfic ask: I, O, V, W

Thank you for asking!!!

This is the meme!

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Guilty pleasure implies that I feel guilty about any of my reading or writing habits, and I really gave that up a while ago, lol. I used to be ashamed of how many romance novels I read, because I viewed them as trash. But they aren’t, and my viewpoint has really changed.

I guess the closest thing I would really count here is some of the truly questionable fic I’ve subjected (and continue to subject myself to) in the Phantom Menace fandom. Quality control over there is just not a thing. But I’ll still give you links if you want them, haha. I have no shame about that.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

This question has wrinkled my brain. The last story I posted, the one about Kaidan and his emails, was definitely that concept straight up. But so many times I start a story with a single sentence that popped into my head, and I get to know the characters that flesh it out as I write it. Case in point, I’m in the middle of a Cullen/Lavellan fic, and I’ve had to stop where I am to do some hard thinking about how Elanor relates to the other members of the Inquisition based on their personalities and what I’ve come up with of hers, but it’s required a) so much fucking research and b) so much hard thinking about what she’s like that I’ve stalled myself.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

One time back in college I started writing slash scenes of a fic that @swaps55 wrote, which was actually the reason we met. So I’ve almost kind of done this already? But other than that, there’s a Kirk/Spock (reboot) fic where Kirk is heading off the ship to certain death and they have this like super epic kiss before he leaves and I want to write the happy sequel where he comes back and he’s fine and they have a long conversation about that kiss. Literally, I have it saved on my pinboard with a tag about me not being able to read it again until there’s a sequel because it fucked me up.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I love specificity. Please if you want me to write you something give me as much detail as you possibly have about what you want, because otherwise my brain gets stuck on the broad picture.

#theoriginalladya #ask meme #memememememe #fan fiction #thank you!!!!!!!!

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like-the-wings-of-butterflies · 5 years ago

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Fate (Brian May x Reader) CHAP. 4

Summary: A series of events separate you from the people you care about, but fate miraculously brings you back to a close friend

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,365 (Honestly didn’t think I could get it past drabble length - go me!)

A/N: I finished it...I actually finished it! Up until now, I honestly believed that this fic would never be completed and be my first discontinued failure. I’m somewhat in awe of myself for actually giving it a go and working hard to finish it off for those of you who enjoyed the series (5,238 words in total!) I couldn’t have done it without your kind words and encouragement (particularly from @boopboopydoop) without you all I’d be so lost. Thank you so so much for your patience, it truly is appreciated ♡

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

The following days passed in a blur. You woke up each morning with your heart feeling heavy in your chest and the world appeared to be nothing more then a dull grey. You were shattered. It wasn’t until now that you realised how much joy Brian had brought to your life, or how deeply you’d fallen for the brunette.

You tried to convince yourself that perhaps you weren’t meant to be together. That you weren’t meant to see each other again after you moved to America, that the day in the record store went against what the universe had in store for you and this was its cruel way of telling you that you’d derailed and it was time to move on.

But no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it.

In your moments of solidarity, you found solace in the company of Freddie. He made sure to check in with you at least once a day, whether that was a phone call or visit to your narrow apartment. That wasn’t to say that John and Roger didn’t spend time with you however, they too made sure to check in when they could. Initially, you felt childish for behaving the way you were, the feeling that you were wasting their time crept steadily up your throat as the days rolled on, despite their constant reassurance that it was simply: “What friends do.”

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On this particular day, a mere three weeks following your confrontation with Brian, you found yourself seated the a booth of a small cafe across from Roger and Freddie with John to your adjacent. You had begun to feel more like yourself, slowly shedding the hurt your foolishness had caused.

You were healing; and it felt liberating.

To show your appreciation, you had taken the boys out for an early morning breakfast, knowing that in the midst of their recording stress, they’d often skip out on meals.

Quiet chatter had arisen among the four of you, topics ranging few and far between. You were in the midst of recovering from a fit of giggles - that emerged as a result of John spilling his tea over the toast balancing on the side of his plate - when a silence enveloped the group.

“He loves you (Y/N), he just doesn’t know it yet.”

All eyes landed on Roger as he took a stab at some bacon before stuffing it in his mouth apprehensively, as if he was eating his words, instantly regretting what he’d said. Freddie and John glared at him dumbfounded, Roger’s face twinged in pain as he felt a sharp kick at his shin from across John’s side on the table.

If there was one thing that the three of them had agreed upon, it was not mentioning the ‘situation’ unless you were the one to initiate conversation on the matter. After musing the thought, he realised you hadn’t so much as uttered Brian’s name for the better half of a week, you were moving on.

“Don’t say that Roger,” You cautioned softly, dropping your head and shaking it slightly. “Please don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Roger gulped nervously, “didn’t think that one through.”

His regret was beyond noticeable, so with a soft smile you reached across the linoleum covered table, amongst the plates of half-eaten eggs and took hold of Roger’s hand, brushing your thumb against his knuckles reassuringly.

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A couple of days later, not long after you’d finished your work shift, you heard the gentle but solid rap of knuckles against the front door.

“Freddie, you don’t have to knock,” You shouted from the lounge in small giggles, making your way over to the entrance. “You’re here that often I’m considering cutting a key for you.”

Eager to enjoy the company of your friend, you flung the door open in such a way that a fan of air blew across your face, misplacing the hairs upon your head. Looking up with a bright smile your demeanour faltered as you met the eyes of stranger upon your doorstep.

The skin around his eyes was dark and sunken in, hair far messier then usual and his hand was twinging in what you assumed could only be nervous anticipation. He looked awful. Against all odds, out of the two of you, clearly you were the one coping better.

You thought you were over him, truly you did, but once you were face to face with the individual you’d been so deprived of for the past weeks, you had to fight every urge not to cry and catapult yourself into the comfort of his arms.

Instead of caving into your desire, your surprised yourself by moving to slam the door shut, he however, had no intention to let you slip away again and resorted to kicking his foot between the door and the archway, stopping it in its tracks.

“(Y/N) please,” Brian whispered through the thin gap, “I’m just here to talk.”

Upon hearing his voice again, you felt your legs effectively give way underneath you. You slid against the wall adjacent to the doorway, making sure to keep one of your legs obstructing the path of the only obstacle separating you.

He’d hurt you in a way you’d never been hurt before, yet you still wanted him more then anything in the world.

“You know when we met at the record store that day?” He started confidently, he’d rehearsed this; how many times had he thought about doing this up until now?

Your heartbeat throbbed painfully in your ears, “Brian I don’t want to hear it, just please I need you to-“

“When I said ‘things aren’t quite the same without you’ I meant it.” He divulged, never raising his voice at you as he too slunk down to sit with his legs crossed on the other side of the door.

Your breath hitched, “Brian I-“

“It’s you (Y/N),” He blurted out quickly, cutting you off a second time. “It’s always been you, right back to when we were at school.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” You whispered hoarsely, glistening tears threatening to spill.

“But I do mean it (Y/N), I was going to tell you the day before you left for America.” He started. “I thought that if you rejected me you’d be leaving the next morning and you’d never have to see me again. Then I realised on the off-chance that you felt the same, we’d be living on other sides of the world. Call me selfish but I didn’t think I could survive off of letters and phone calls. I’ve just been trying to fill the void you left behind ever since, but no one’s come close.” He gasped out desperately, his emotions catching up to him.

“I’ve made some awful decisions,” His slender hand reached out cautiously through the 12 centimetre gap in the door he’d created earlier, his misty eyes meeting your bloodshot ones. “But I need you to know how deeply I regret being the cause of this.” You allowed him to move closer and carefully wipe away the tears that stained your face.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).” His voiced cracked out in a broken manner. Tears of his own began to spill out of his eyes, only worsening the intensity of yours; you always did hate seeing him cry.

As he bowed his head to rest against his side of the door, you lowered your barricade and instead let him collapse against you. His hands fisted the back of your shirt as did yours hands to his hair. You were pulled together impossibly close, both of you hungry for the comfort of each other’s embrace.

Your tears flowed freely and for the first time in a long time, you felt whole again. You pulled away from him briefly, placing your hands either side of his face to meet his eyes. If he didn’t look like a mess before, then he definitely did now.

The pair of you let out a teary laugh upon looking at one another’s appearance before you leant up and placed a long kiss against his lips, finally happy to have your best friend back.

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Tags:

‘Fate’ tags - @geek-and-proud @reedusteinrambles @elanor-of-imladris @live-at-the-rainbow @arrowswithwifi

Forever tags - @kelleypenac @chlobo6 @crazyweirdocalledfriday

Let me know if you’d like to be added! ☆

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toss-a-coin-to-your-bard · 5 years ago

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20 Questions

I got tagged by @teddylacroix, thank you beautiful! (plus happy *late* birthday wishes✨) and by @protectjaskier tysm sweetheart!

RULES: Answer 20 questions, then tag bloggers you want to get to know better.

NAME: Elanor. It's really my given name btw and I love my mum for agreeing to use it for me in the end (only two people in all this time got the reference; yes, I am counting lmao)

NICKNAME: Ela at home, Elli at work and @jaskiers-right-foot gave me my new favorite: Lumineer. I'll have to get used to that still ✨

ZODIAC: Sagittarius sun ♐ (scorpio moon and gemini ascending, I'm a fun mixed bag ngl lmao)

HEIGHT: 164 cm aka 5’4” (lol, just like both my taggers) ie smol bean filled with all the emotions all the time

LANGUAGES: German, English duh, a small barely remembered Latinum should be in there too, some Spanish and Dutch, plus, since October I have German Sign Language (DGS) as my minor at university.

NATIONALITY: boring German (my paternal grandmother is Italian tho)

Favorite Season: don't ask me that?! I can't choose. (late spring and late summer)

Favorite Flower: lavender, lilac, and hibiscus and roses (and jasmine and...)

Favorite Scent: lavender comes first place every time but lilac, honey, ~rose and chocolate are pretty nice too

Favorite Color: red. Then all orange/yellow you can imagine. Then blue. Then lilac and green. The rainbow pretty much [*hah! GaAayy*.jpg]

Favorite Animal: hhhh. Rabbits because I still miss my Ronja, very much so. But also Elefants and Kolibris

Favorite Fictional Character: atm Jaskier and Geralt lmao James Kirk and Bilbo Baggins and film!Thorin and Sam Gamgee and Katsa (& Bo) and Taako & Lup and...

Coffee/Hot Tea/Hot Chocolate: 1. Tea 2. Chocolate 3. Coffee

Average Sleep: atm 5 but the goal is 8-9

Dog or Cat Person: more dog than cat (I never learned cat body language but I adore them just as much as dogs)

Number of Blankets: one, maybe two in deep winter

Dream Trip: New Zealand (lotr!!) Japan (I loved karate as a teen) Hawaii, Maui (to revisit)

Blog Established: this my witcher blog on the 3/4. January 2020 (but my main should be around...2014 ig?? Idk anymore)

Followers: I'm still baffled in the best of ways that y'all are right now 1605 (on my main I have precious 215)

Random Fact(s): I love baking and knitting and feel so Granny like for that sometimes. I always overbuy on wool in the autumn to prepare for the holiday season. I wish I could send everyone cookies all of the time.

I tag @jaskiers-right-foot @jaskierist fkkoolo! @the-winter-witcher @starrose17 @not-so-silent-back-up and everyone who feels like it.

I'm sorry I am half asleep now and can't think of more of you lovely people to tag lmao

#i talk #thanks for tagging me!#your bard tossed a coin #and it bounced back

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sfb123 · 4 years ago

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Uncle Drake and the Royal Heir

You know how sometimes TV shows will do like a special episode that acts as a pilot for a spin off series? Yea, that’s what this is. I have a two story pilot with an option to pick it up as a series.

Since Uncle Drake seems to be such a superstar, I decided to dig into his relationship with Eleanor, in a little something I like to call...

The timing of finishing this first story couldn’t be better. Today just so happens to be the lovely @burnsoslow’s birthday, so I would like to dedicate today’s inaugural Uncle Drake story to her. Happy birthday, doll! Thanks for being so amazing. 💚💜

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: Uncle Drake x Eleanor (uncle/niece/friendship)

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Rating: G

Warning: Get your dentist on speed dial, there are some seriously cavity inducing levels of sweetness ahead.

Word Count: 1,565

Notes: I haven’t hung out with a 5 year old since my youngest cousin was 5, and she’s 26 now, so I had no idea what I was doing in writing Eleanor. Therefore, my sincerest thanks to @jessiembruno for pre-reading, and being a real life resource to help me get into the mind of a 5 year old. It was good to have a point of view that wasn’t just episodes of Full House (but I did do that too).

Tags: I used my Sapere Aude tag list, if you’d like to be removed (no hard feelings) or added (lots of soft feelings), just let me know!

“Alright baby girl, be good for Uncle Drake, I’ll see you when I get home.” Riley pulled Eleanor into a big hug and kissed her cheek as they parted.

“Love you mommy!”

“I love you too.” Riley stepped in front of Drake and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you so much for watching her Drake. I really really appreciate it.”

“Anytime Brooks, you know that.”

“Ever the marshmallow.” She grinned and pinched his cheek.

“All right, all right.” He swatted her hand away. “Would you just get out of here before I change my mind?”

“I’m going, jeeze.” Riley dropped down to Eleanor’s level and whispered not so quietly in her ear. “Give Uncle Drake extra tickles tonight, he’s feeling grumpy.” Eleanor grinned widely.

“Hey! I heard that!”

Riley put her hands up in mock surrender, and winked at her daughter before exiting the estate. Once she was gone, Drake turned to Eleanor. “Alright kiddo, dinner time. What are you thinking?”

“Mac and cheese!” Eleanor screamed, jumping up and down.

“Alright, but only if you help me cook.” He extended his arm, Eleanor placed her hand in his, and they walked into the kitchen.

Drake pulled a step stool out of the pantry, and set it up at the counter so that Eleanor could reach. He then went to gather the ingredients he needed to make their dinner while Eleanor set herself up at the counter. “Extra cheese please, Uncle Drake.”

“Extra cheese? What are you, a mouse?”

“I’m not a mouse. I’m Eleanor. I’m a princess!” She stood a little taller, and puffed out her chest.

“My apologies, your majesty. Extra cheese it is.” Drake bowed and went to the refrigerator to get more cheese.

Drake poured pasta into the boiling water and turned back to Eleanor. “You remember the rule about stoves, right?”

“Stoves are hot, no touching.”

Drake held up his hand, and Eleanor slapped hers against it, giving him a high five. “Nailed it.”

They continued to make their dinner, working together. Drake helped Eleanor add ingredients to ensure that they got most of it into the casserole, not on the counter. Once everything was mixed together, Drake took the casserole dish and placed it in the oven, setting a timer and stepping back to the counter where Eleanor was standing. “Alright kid, time to wash those messy hands.”

Eleanor got a gleam in her eyes and held her hands up in front of her, wiggling her fingers. “Messy hands.”

Drake chuckled, picking up a dish towel and approached the princess taking her hands in his and wiping them off. “Nice try, Eleanor. Keep those messy hands to yourself. We have to set up the table for dinner.”

“Uncle Drake?”

“Yes?”

“Can we have a picnic?” She looked at him with her father’s pleading eyes. The same eyes that convinced Drake to do all kinds of mischievous things with his best friend when they were boys. He couldn’t help but smile, he loved seeing little bits and pieces of his friends shine through in Eleanor. She really was the best of both of them, and would make a hell of a Queen someday.

“I don’t know, I’m not really a fan of being outside.” He said sarcastically.

Eleanor scrunched her face at him. “Nooooooo you love outside. Outside is your favorite!”

Drake guffawed as he helped Eleanor down from the step stool. “You caught me, I do love being outside. I guess I can’t trick you.”

“Nope, I’m too smart.” She smiled proudly.

Drake agreed to a picnic in the garden, and tasked Eleanor with finding blankets and pillows they could use while he got the food and dinnerware. Once they had everything packed and together, they walked hand in hand to the garden. He had Eleanor pick the spot where they would set up, and helped her lay out the blanket. They sat and ate, enjoying the extra cheesy macaroni and cheese that they had made together. After dinner, they packed everything up and returned to the kitchen, where they washed the dishes and put everything they used away where it belonged. Eleanor was being raised to take care of herself, instead of relying on the staff for everything, and Drake was more than happy to help enforce this when she was under his care, so she always helped him do everything, and they always cleaned up after themselves.

“Alright kid, what’s next on the agenda.”

Eleanor tapped her finger over her lips, she noticed her dad do that whenever she would ask him a question, so she figured that’s what you’re supposed to do when you think. “Hmmm...hide and seek. You go count.”

“You go count, what?” Drake put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow, waiting for Elanor to say the magic word.

She paused for a minute, trying to think of what he was looking for from her. “You go count please.”

“There you go.” Drake turned his back and covered his eyes, slowly counting to twenty.

Eleanor ran through the corridors of the estate trying to find the perfect place to hide. She entered the throne room and her eyes went wide when she looked at her mother’s throne. She ran up to it, crawling underneath, making sure to place herself behind the footstool so that Drake would never find her.

Eleanor sat there in silence, she heard her uncle’s lumbering footsteps coming closer down the hallway. As the door to the throne room opened, Eleanor stifled a giggle. She was sure that she had found the best hiding spot in the entire estate.

“I know you’re in here, princess. I’m going to find you.” Drake stalked around the room, pushing curtains aside, and looking behind the planters. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small shoe poking out from underneath the throne. He silently slapped his hand against his forehead, chuckling to himself and shaking his head, quietly approaching his target. Once he reached her, he grabbed her ankle, gently pulling her out from under the throne and tickling her. “Ha ha! I found you. Better luck next time, kid.”

Eleanor was laughing so hard that she could barely breathe. Her legs were kicking wildly, tears flowing down her face. Drake finally relented and gave her a chance to catch her breath and calm down a little. “Alright, my turn to hide. How high are you counting to these days?”

“I can count all the way to twenty.” She placed her hands on her hips and stood tall.

“Alright hot shot, cover those eyes and get to counting.”

“Get to counting, what?” Eleanor raised an eyebrow, trying to mimic Drake’s actions from earlier.

He rolled his eyes, he was annoyed that he just got bested by a five year old. “Get to counting please.”

She nodded in approval and turned her back to Drake, covering her eyes. “One...two...three...four...five...eight...ten…seven...”

Drake laughed quietly while rushing through the estate looking for a hiding spot. He had no idea when she was going to hit twenty, so he had to work fast.

They continued to play for several more rounds. Eventually, Drake noticed that Eleanor had started to slow down, her eyes getting glossy. Then the yawn hit. “Ok, I think hide and seek is done for tonight. How about we head upstairs for bedtime?”

“No way, I’m not even a little tired…” she yawned again. “...we’re having way too much fun.” She rubbed her eyes.

“Tell you what, you come upstairs and get ready for bed now, and I think I may be able to find the time to read you a story or two.”

“Poky Little Puppy?” She looked up at him with excitement in her eyes.

“Yea, I think The Poky Little Puppy could potentially make an appearance, but we have to go get changed like right now.”

Eleanor ran up the stairs as fast as she could and stormed into her room. She grabbed the pajamas that her mother had laid out for her before she had left and immediately changed into them. As Drake entered, she stood before him with her hands outstretched...and her pajama top on backwards.

“Close, kiddo. Let me help you out there.” Drake helped her turn the top around, so she was dressed properly. “Alright, good to go. You grab the book, I’ll meet you in the chair.”

Eleanor grabbed ‘The Poky Little Puppy’ off of her bookshelf and brought it to Drake. He lifted her into his lap before taking the book from her hands. “Here, I’ll hold this side, and you hold that one. That means you’re in charge of turning the page, you think you can handle it?”

“I’ve got this Uncle Drake, don’t worry.”

He opened the book to the first page, cleared his throat, and began to read. “Five little puppies dug a hole under a fence…”

Drake continued reading the story, but suddenly, Eleanor realized that he stopped talking before he got to the part where Poky found the strawberry. She looked up at him to find he had fallen asleep. She gently patted him on his head and kissed his cheek. “That’s ok, we can finish it tomorrow. I think you’ll like the end.” She snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes. “Goodnight Uncle Drake, I love you.”

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Profound Member Post - February 2019

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The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirely during that month.

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR FEBRUARY 2019!

Masterpost below the cut.

MaggieMaybe160 - @maggiemaybe160 - MaggieMaybe160 (Pillowfort)

Listen To Me

Summary: Amara was given the thing she needed most so she gives Dean what he needs. What if John Winchester came back instead of Mary?

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Heavy Angst

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Wandering Angel

Summary: From a prompt: When Sam and Dean died, Cas was still exiled.

Tags: Major Character Death mentioned, Heavy Angst, Song Fic

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Come Into My Office

Summary: Castiel goes to work for Sandover when Zachariah kidnaps and brainwashes Sam and Dean. An office romance blooms when Dean has to call Castiel into his office.

Tags: Episode: It's a Terrible Life, Explicit Sex, Top Cas/Bottom Dean, Fluff/Smut/Light Angst

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The Valentine’s Date

Summary: Cas sets up the perfect date to tell Dean how he feels on Valentine's Day.

Tags: Season 14 Spoilers, Love Confessions, Angst

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Reprogrammed

Summary: Castiel can't tell what's real and what's the brainwashing from Naomi.

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Episode: Goodbye Stranger, Heavy Angst

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The Secrets That You Keep

Summary: Dean Winchester is allergic to shellfish.

Tags: Major Character Death, Allergies, Heavy Angst

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I Am The Nightmare

Summary: Dean has been having night terrors and Cas is trying to help him as they become more dangerous.

Tags: Graphic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Inspired by Real Events

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Defeat the Night||BAMF!Destiel

Summary: Supernatural Fan Video Tags: Demon Dean, BAMF SFW

casbean - @casbeanwrites - casbean

‘Til Dreams Do Us Part

Summary: Dean’s woken up in a hospital before. He doesn’t like it, but it’s part of the job. It happens. And he doesn’t mind it as much when the first thing he sees is his husband’s face. Castiel looks terribly grim, until he notices that Dean is awake. “Heya, sunshine,” Dean grins. His vision is still a little blurry and he flexes his fingers -- they still move. So do his toes. Good news. “Dean!” Sam enters his field of vision, the weary expression on his face morphing into relief. “Thank God, we didn’t know if--” “Hey, I’m fine.” Dean manages to stretch out his hand and pat Cas’ arm. “What happened?” “You don’t remember?” “Remember what?” “The Djinn got you. He kept you for five days, and your dream made him so strong he almost killed us both.”

Tags: Alternate Universe - Genie/Djinn, Djinn fic, Hurt/Comfort, Married Castiel/Dean Winchester, First Kiss, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending

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sharing

Summary: “This isn’t how I imagined we’d first share a bed,” Dean lets out without thinking about it.

Tags: Case Fic, Sharing a Bed, Mutual PiningHurt/Comfort, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Canon Compliant

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spunk

Summary: “The spell calls for… angelic… um. Spunk.” “Spunk?” “Yeah, y’know.” “I don’t,” Cas frowns. “Sperm, Cas. We need your jizz for the spell.”

Tags: Fuck Or Die, Mutual Pining, First Time, First Kiss, Blow Jobs, Case Fic, Canon Compliant

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unlucky swap

Summary: “Dude, what the fuck did I say?” Sam huffs. And rolls his eyes. And despite the fact that it’s been over two weeks, Dean’s heart still squeezes at how Cas that gesture is. Because, well, it is Cas. Just stuck in the sasquatch body of Dean’s humongous brother.

Tags: Body Swap, Established Relationship, Married Castiel/Dean Winchester, Case Fic

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Duck and Berries

Summary: A story about a meet cute, a duck confit, and a small matter of mistaken identity.

Tags: First Meetings, Falling In Love, team switch, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending

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MalMuses - @malmuses - MalMuses (Pillowfort)

The Greatest International Love Story the World Has Ever Seen

Summary: Dean wasn’t the type of person who did this kind of thing. He just wasn’t. GISH?? Ugh. The whole thing was just further proof that Dean would do anything his brother wanted him to do. Why else would he be in a Stormtrooper costume, calling up his ex-girlfriend for a private yoga class? Had he been stuck in a rut that long? Given that he’d been pining for the same freakin’ guy, his professor and coworker no less, for three long years… maybe. Cas was definitely the type of person who did this kind of thing, not that many people knew that. He was one of the most well-respected professors at KSU. His students and coworkers didn’t need to know that he was captain of a GISH team, or that he knitted kinky accessories and made art with his online friends. His TA certainly didn’t need to know either. Just professionalism, of course. Nothing at all to do with the failed attempt at a relationship, three years of pining, and frequent inappropriate daydreams. A two-person love triangle with online friendships, costumes, and a lot of glitter.

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Two person love triangle, Comedy of Errors, GISH, Mutual Pining, Dean Cas Pinkest 2019

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With accompanying art by blueeyesandpie (@blueeyesandpie)

drawlight - @drawlight - drawlight (Pillowfort)

The Crane In White

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a little crane who fell in love with a human. He prayed every night to be made human to be with his love. Once upon a time, Dean Winchester finds a white crane.

Tags: Fairytale, Falling In Love, Romance, Creature Castiel, Pining

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EllenOfOz - @ellen-of-oz - EllenOfOz

Dark Blue, Dark Blue

Summary: Written for Dean/Cas Pinefest 2019. In late 2006, Castiel and Dean are in the same guild and raid team in the online game, Moondoor. They only know each other by their character names: Niteryder and Thorsangel, but they hang out and chat whenever they’re not raiding. Dean is baffled though—no matter how much time they spend talking online, Angel never reveals anything about himself. That’s because Castiel is in hiding. At school he hides behind his emo image and stays as invisible as he can, but online he’s got to be extra-vigilant. He can’t reveal anything about himself to Ryder, as much as he might like to—doing so would risk bringing trouble down on himself and his mom. There’s something about Ryder that makes him easy to talk to, though. But outside of the game, ghosts from Castiel’s family’s past are out for revenge, and going back to Lawrence, KS to visit his friend Meg could put him in danger.

Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, MMORPGs, Gamer Castiel, Emo Castiel, Mutual Pining, Bi-Curious Dean Winchester, Long-Distance Friendship, Friends to Lovers

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deaniewithalittleweanie - @deaniewithalittleweanie - deaniewithalittleweanie

Valentine’s Day 2019

Summary: Dean and Sam find a strange case in Chicago about a couple who confessed their long concealed crushes on one another and both had heart attacks during the throes of passion. Castiel tags along to investigate.

Tags: First Kiss, First time, Love Confessions, Case Fic

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Building Up

Summary: As Dean and Castiel's relationship progresses, Castiel realizes that Dean hasn't exactly had safe practices in the BDSM world, and now it's Castiel's job to show him the ropes...pun intended.

Tags: Dom Castiel, Sub Dean, BDSM, Punishment Scene, Aftercare

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NadiaHart - @hartlessfiction - NadiaHart (Pillowfort)

Thunder in The Library

Summary: Castiel’s work as the Head Librarian of The Grand Library of Magic and Lost Artifacts has him away on a last minute trip for far longer than he anticipated. By the time he returns, there’s a certain book who’s less than pleased with his inability to keep his word.

Tags: Magical Castiel, magic is known, Curses, Cursed Dean Winchester, Magical Dean Winchester, Fluff, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Librarian Castiel (Supernatural)

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robotsnchicks - @robotsnchicks - robotsnchicks

Gimme The News

Summary: Dr. Novak crosses his arms and glares at Dean from across the room. “If you think there’s a foreign object lodged in your rectum then I suggest you go to the emergency room so they can take an x-ray and properly address the situation.” Dean sucks his lower lip in and then releases it into a pout. “Aw c'mon doc. I've got a ten dollar copay here. If I go to the hospital I'm looking at a couple hundred minimum.” He spends some time admiring the strong length of the doctor's hands. “Besides I'd much rather have my favorite doctor’s fingers in me than some stranger at the ER.”

Tags: Doctor!Cas, Patient!Dean, Medical Kink, Humor and Smut

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Aceriee - @missaceriee

Grand Gestures

Summary: Valentine’s Day art

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EmiliaOagi - EmiliaOagi

Presenting Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean finally start presenting his secondary gender, and Castiel has an unexpected reaction to Dean's new scent. A somewhat different take on a/b/o, set in a canon-divergent universe somewhere around season 8/9

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fluff and Smut, Hand Jobs, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel

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elanor-n-evermind - @elanor-n-evermind - elanor-n-evermind

Pride Flags of the Oddly Shaped Empty A/B/O Universe

Summary: Secondary pride flags inspired by Jemariel's fic Oddly Shaped Empty

Tags: A/B/O dynamics, genderqueer, beta Dean, alpha Castiel

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iCeDreams - iCeDreams

Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx

Summary: Dean's love language is told not in words, but in songs. In the notes of his favorite rock band and the rhythm of their melodies. His longest unfinished work is composed of Led Zeppelin songs, chosen for the feelings they evoke. It's Dean's life, reflected into one mix and shared carefully in hopes that he would be heard and understood.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx Mixtape, Inspired by Music, John Winchester's A+ Parenting

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Darmys - Darmys

Long Road Home: Unto the Breach

Summary: Sam and Dean set out on a journey of danger and discovery. Joining forces with a band of outcasts and rebels, they plan to strike a blow for freedom against the vast and powerful empire which stole Bobby from them. This is the second part of a massive space opera trilogy. Based on the original work of Alis A. Rasmussen.

Tags: Alternate Universe - The Highroad Trilogy, Alternate Universe - Space Opera, Past Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Past Dean Winchester/Nick Munroe, Robot!Baby, Canon-Typical Deaths, Canon-Typical Violence, Referenced Past Rape/Non-con, Period-Typical Racism, Revolution

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Salt-And-Silver - Salt-And-Silver

The Thief

Summary: The Empty’s threats echoed through his mind. Every rare happy moment, clouded with the reminder that he couldn’t let himself feel too much.

Tags: Major Character Death, One Shot, Heavy Angst, Angst & Tragedy, Love Confessions

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supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic - supernatural9917

Into This

Summary: Dean is finally going to confess his love to his best friend. He gets quite a bit more than he bargained for. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: 'I didn't know you were into this.'

Tags: AU, Friends to Lovers, Cas is a professional dom, mention of past Castiel/Meg, mention of Castiel/others in a professional D/s context, These two idiots have been pining for years, Light Dom/sub

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De-stressing Mr Smith

Summary: Dean Smith's stoner hippie neighbour Castiel thinks Dean is wound up way too tight, and offers him a couple of different methods to de-stress. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Endverse!Cas/Dean Smith Tags: Endverse Cas/Dean Smith, Castiel Acts Like Endverse Castiel, Dean Smith, Episode: s04e17 It's a Terrible Life Sort Of, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Neighbors

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For Science

Summary: Dean signs up to take part in a science experiment studying brain activity during arousal and orgasm. Jerking off to porn for money? Sounds like his dream job! Things get a little more complicated when the person running the study turns out to be his secret crush, Cas. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square filled: For science.

Tags: for science, Exhibitionist Dean Winchester, Science, Scientist Castiel, Accidental Voyeurism that's a little bit on purpose

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Double Deaned

Summary: Tomorrow, they're gonna kill the devil. Tonight... well, they've got other plans. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square filled: Endverse Sandwich (2014!Dean/2014!Cas/2009!Dean)

Tags: Endverse sandwich, Threesome - M/M/M, Angst, Endverse Dean is a dick, implied breath play

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And the Academy Award Goes To....

Summary: It's Oscar season! Will the Academy give Whisper Its Name the recognition it deserves? A Red Carpet Chronicles timestamp.

Tags: Red Carpet Chronicles, Timestamp, Alternate Universe - Actors, Oscars, Chick-Flick Moments, Fluff, Mountains and mountains of fluff, Cas is so proud

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Accompanying art by delicious-irony

dean-cas-in-the-impala - @dean-cas-in-the-impala - dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala

Fortunato

Summary: Cas finds a kitten. Dean is not happy. But for how long?

Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Romance, Domestic Destiel, Destiel in the bunker, kitten fic

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Will You Bee Mine?

Summary: Whatever Castiel bakes just tastes heavenly.

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff

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insominia - @a-insominia - insominia

Roadside Assistance

Summary: Dean Winchester is probably the most decent human being Castiel has ever met, not to mention gorgeous. But, Castiel has more baggage than an airport terminal and Dean's only being kind because Castiel broke down in a snowstorm and nothing is going to happen. Probably nothing.

Tags: AU - Modern Universe, Attempted Kidnapping, Strangers to Lovers, Love at First Sight, Fluff and Smut

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My Brother, Dean

Summary: Sam Winchester doesn't know much about Dean's secret other-half. He only has half a name to go on 'Cas'. Whoever she is, she's probably a gorgeous brunette who loves beer and pie and Sam doesn't care that Dean wants to keep her a secret, he's just glad his brother is happy. It was going to happen eventually and Dean invites Sam out, probably with an eye to introducing them at last. Nothing goes to plan and it turns out Sam knows nothing.

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Coming Out, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Implied Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Family Fluff

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Chick-Flick Moment

Summary: Dean wants to do something nice for Cas, but what do you get an angel of the lord to show your appreciation? Enter: Sam, with the great idea of 'how about you ask him if there's anything he wants?' Which is fine until Cas says, 'I want a chick-flick moment.' But Dean said he'd do anything and he intends to deliver.

Tags: Date Night, Romance, Fluff

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I'm Just Not Myself (When You're Away)

Summary: It's been three years now and Dean hasn't said a word. He left so much unsaid so now he says nothing.

Tags: Angst, Post-Canon, Forgetful Dean Winchester, Growing Old, SFW

The Hunter’s Church

Summary: The gates of heaven are closed to Castiel and not even his voice can penetrate it. After the Winchesters have passed Castiel still hunts and the new hunters sometimes pray to the legendary guardian angel of hunters. He always comes when they call and all he ever asks in return is that when they pray they pass on a message - I'm safe and I love you.

Tags: Future Fic, Post-Canon, Family Feels, Angst and Feels

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All in a Name

Summary: It's 5 am and Castiel wants a coffee. It's surely not an unreasonable request.

Tags: AU - Coffee Shop, Meet-Cute, First meetings, fluff

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Fifty Shades of Cas

Summary: Castiel asked Dean to show him what 'Fifty Shades of Grey' meant. Dean has only the vaguest idea what those excuse-for-soft-porn-in-chick-flicks are actually about but he's not one to back down from a challenge. Unfortunately for him, Castiel knows exactly what 'Fifty Shades of Grey' means and is happy to illustrate the gaps in his knowledge.

Tags: Dom/Sub Play, Fifty Shades of Grey Bashing, Misunderstandings, Frottage, Oral Sex, Restraints

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zipegs - @ghstfcers - zipegs

Refraction

Summary: A collection of 100-word drabbles as prompted by the Profound Bond Discord’s weekly challenge. Each chapter will correspond to a one-word prompt, with at least one stand-alone drabble per chapter.

SFW

Like Salvation

Summary: That’s the kicker, isn’t it? The moment Dean wants to keep fighting is the moment it’s no longer an option.

Tags: Episode: s14e12 Prophet and Loss, 14x12 coda, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, First Kiss, cas and dean get the emotional moment they deserve

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PallasPerilous -@pallasperilous - PallasPerilous

Twenty Questions

Category: General

Summary: Dean is AWOL, so Cas rides shotgun. Sam does his best to fill the silence with an entirely academic inquiry into the nature of Enochian pronouns and their relation, or lack thereof, to the gender of human vessels.

...it's more fun than it sounds.

Tags: Castiel & Sam Winchester, Ficlet, Angel Gender, Angel True Forms, POV Sam, Conversations in the Impala

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Demon!Castiel

Category: General

Summary: Demon!Castiel for @bisexualdemondean

Tags: Demon!Castiel, AU, tailored suiting is hot

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Canadduh - @canadduh - canadduh (Pillowfort)

Never, Always, Forever

Summary: He knew that drinking games were bad news. Especially drinking games that involved him, Cas, and a few too many shots of tequila.

Tags: Never Have I Ever, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Post-Coital Cuddling, Come Eating

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raevenlywrites · 4 years ago

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The Ties That Bind 5 of ???

Prepping my guards to meet Zane was one thing; prepping myself...

I drew a deep breath, focusing on the way it filled my lungs, expanded my chest. Breathing this way mirrored the beat of my golden hawk’s wings, and did much to calm me. It was too great a show of nerves to display in my avian court, but out here, in the dark, with only my three fellow co-conspirators to see me--

It still felt like too much, but I was about to willingly approach Zane Cobriana, with his sister’s signet ring in my hand.

I’m afraid everything I have to offer you will be somewhat bloodstained.

Zane’s words had a way of replaying in my mind, again and again. He had a beautiful voice, rich in tones and timbre, and put to good effect. It was clear he was a man who was accustomed to addressing people, and to having those people listen. When I spoke to my generals, it was with a muddled mix of bargaining, pleading, and command I wasn’t certain would be heeded. When Zane ordered his people to back down, had they listened? Had that party Cadmia and her flight found in the woods really been an ambush? And if it had, was it with or without their monarch’s blessing?

And what would happen to them when their rulers finally returned?

Because for Zane to be waiting here, at this farmhouse on the edges of our respective territories, he must not have returned home to the serpiente palace yet. No, he had come straight to me, on Elanor’s wings, to deliver this engagement ring.

I think I could learn to love you, Danica, impossible as it seems.

Serpents love pretty things too, did you know that my lady?

I knew I was beautiful, with a finely crafted body colored in all shades of gold. The clothes my clever Elanor devised for me walked the perfect line between elegance and functionality, beauty and modesty. And Zane hadn’t been shy about admiring what her handiwork put on display--but was that enough? He’d suggested we both keep our own lovers; had he meant it? And in what possible capacity? The indolent serpiente might accept a figurehead queen while another woman grew round with their next prince--whether of Zane’s own get or his sister’s--but if I were to attempt such a thing? How would it even be done? An alastair’s oaths were some of the most binding of our peoples--and spoken from a royal tongue in the heart of Hawk’s Keep, even more so. I might literally lose some of my powers as queen if I became forsworn.

Of course, if we were no longer at war, my powers would no longer be needed on the battlefield.

But the gift to soothe and lightly heal with song was too important to be parted with. The Shardae sang strength to more than just soldiers--when there were more of us, we sang at every birth, every wedding, every sickbed, every funeral.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth...

“My lady?”

Elanor lightly touched my shoulder, startling me. The three of them had clearly felt the magic of my promise to them as future queen, and had doubtless been giving me the space to commune with my powers. But Elanor was right; the night was wearing on. And Zane was waiting. - The scene in the farmhouse was almost too surreal for belief.

Zane Cobriana, Arami of the serpiente, was serving as a yarn swift.

Hands held a careful width apart, he held the strands that Elanor’s aunt was quickly winding onto the noddy. It was clear she was working with a swiftness, but just as clear that it wasn’t from unease. It looked for all the world that she was simply trying to free him up from his woolen prison, so that he could attend to his proper duties as a monarch.

Zane looked as if his duties as a yarn horse were just as a pressing, and was giving the threads his complete attention, even as he sat relaxed in chair and chatted with the weaving women.

“And so the siblings chased each other across the sky, Kain pounding after his sister Kaya, who kept spilling fire as she ran, painting the sky with light, and earning outraged shouts from her brother with each drop spilled-- hold.”

That last was for his guard, the white viper from the camps. I almost surprised to find just the pair of them, instead of the entire entourage, but I was not surprised that this was the guard who stayed with her prince.

I’m sure you don’t expect me to come to you as pure as the driven snow either.

His guard could have been carved of ice, for all her hard strength and cold beauty. She’d gone from indolently bored against one wall to trembling bow-taunt just behind him. Her fingers hovered near her thighs, and the pair of knives strapped there. Her perfectly white hair bristled around her, like a cat making itself large in the face of threat.

Or like a magician raising power.

“I said hold, Adelina. You are not to strike someone who wears a Cobriana ring.”

Her gaze flicked to my hands, which were empty of jewelry and half-raised as one approached a wild animal. In fact it was Elanor who had carried the ring; I had not yet dared take it back from her. I wondered if that detail would prove to be a terrible oversight. Zane’s words had a similar of formality to the oath’s I exchanged with my people.

But Adelina’s gaze went from me to my two Ravens, with their full kit of armor and weaponry.

“My Arami--“

“Don’t, Addie. We’re all just here to talk.”

We were hardly just hear to talk, especially given his comments about the Cobriana ring. But Adelina dropped into what I could assume was a soldier’s parade rest, and I felt the men behind me release their own ready tension.

Of course, that didn’t stop them from flanking me as I stepped farther into the room.

I watched Adelina flinch, and felt us all react to her reaction. I bit back a weary sigh. How were we supposed to get anything done if all our attentions were on each other’s actions.

“Gentleman, he rode all this way to continue our peace talks.” I put heavy emphasis on the word “peace”. “Kindly stop treating this kitchen as a battlefield. Aunties Lyssia, thank you for opening your home to us. Arami Zane, thank you for coming to continue our talks. I am sorry the circumstances of them have been so inconvenient.”

Zane rose from his seat to give a smooth bow--though he never took his eyes off my guards as he did so.

“Good evening, Danica. Our dear aunties have been excellent hosts--and I’ve admired their works on our dancers.”

I blinked at that, caught utterly off guard. I know Elanor had mentioned trading food for fine cloth, but still. It had startled me--and from the look in Zane’s eyes, I couldn’t help but feel it had been meant to.

Suddenly, I was much less nervous. I was tired of being discounted, ignored, placated, and now made fun of? I was Tuuli Thea, and marriage to him or not, I would be queen, and I would be treated as such.

“Ladies Lyssa, is there somewhere I might talk to Zane in private?”

The protests all rose at once, reminding me too much of Mistari hall. I drew on the power of my voice to raise it above all the rest.

“I am Danica Shadae, heir to the Tuuli Thea. The only person in the room who is even remotely qualified to argue with me is Zane Cobriana himself. And as I believe he intends to propose marriage to me, it is within my right to demand a little privacy for this intimate moment.”

I admit to enjoying the shocked silence that followed. The look on Adelina’s face, however, made my blood run as cold as the icy fury in her winter blue eyes.

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