#this is why they had to give him Rowena

[spn-rewatch-ventzone]

Crowley and Cas may not love each other but if they have two things in common they are:

1) Hopelessly in love with Dean

2) Made it clear as early as possible they could not fucking stand Sam when they met him

[flugame-mp3]

SEASON NINE FINALE WAS WILD. I HAVE MANY MANY THOUGHTS. WHAT JUST HAPPENED. A FUCKING ROLLER COASTER FOR SURE

[castielmacleod]

The Crowley and Amara thing as it was in canon was very much a complete disaster but part of the reason I so strongly prefer Amara as Crowley’s kid conceptually over him having anything to do with Gavin is because I really prefer the idea of Crowley choosing to be a parent on his own terms because he wants to have a relationship like that, and not out of any sort of forced obligation.

[raven-dor]

sweet nothing

In which james potter makes sure his friend isn't late for class

PAIRINGS: james potter x ravenclaw!reader

WARNINGS: given last name, fluff, flirting, crushing, OBLIVIOUS READER

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

AN: i just love marauders fics where they're happy and nothing is wrong and they are just living their lives

The halls of Hogwarts were buzzing, Pandora, Regulus, and Y/N contributing heavily to that sound. The blonde girl had said she’d discovered nargles, which caused Regulus and her to get into a heated discussion about the topic. Y/N watched helplessly, laughing at how animated Regulus was with his hands when he talked. A hand swung over her shoulder, rectangle glasses coming into view. 

She shrugged him off, glaring playfully. “What do you need, Potter?” 

James scoffed. “Can’t a man say hello to his favorite Ravenclaw without being reprimanded?” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Not when I’m in the middle of a conversation.” 

“Were you? Because it looked like you weren’t doing much talking.” 

Regulus cleared his throat. “Actually, Pandora and I were just leaving. We need to inspect the… the nargles.” He smirked. “Have fun.”  

“Reg!” She turned to Pandora, pleading. “Please, don’t leave me here! You know how annoying he gets when left unsupervised.” 

She giggled airly, walking away. “Have fun, Y/N/N.” 

She turned to James, smiling lightly. “How are you, James?” 

“Just fine, love.” She tried to ignore how her heart clenched at the nickname. He nudged her arm. “And you?”

“Fine.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Fine? Just fine?”

She nodded, staring at the ground. “Y/N, come on.” He slipped his pinky around hers as they walked. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” 

She could never keep a secret from him for long. If she wanted to become an Auror, she really had to work on her resolve. “It was-” She shivered. “Horrible. My parents cornered me, practically threatened me into getting the dark mark.”

He stopped, his grip on her pinkie stopping her as well. He grabbed her hand, tracing over the freckles on the back. “And did you?” 

“Rowena, no.” She scoffed. “Do you really think I’d do that?” 

He shook his head. “Just asking, lovie.”

She sighed, pulling him along through the corridor. James put his arm over her shoulders once more, and this time, she didn’t shrug him off. His voice had a joking tone to it, but she knew he was being serious. “If you ever need a place to stay, my parents would be more than happy to have you.” 

“James, I’ll be fine, really.” 

“Only if you’re sure, love.” 

She blushed, mumbling. “Don’t call me that.” 

He gasped, putting his hand over his heart. “Why not?” 

“You know why. You like Lily. So in the future, direct the endeering nicknames towards her. If you keep flirting with everything you see, Potter, she’ll never give you a chance.” 

His cheeks were pink, and he scoffed. “For your information, I actually like someone else. In fact-” 

“I enjoy a good deer pun as much as the next person, but are you two going to sit and eat lunch? You’re blocking the sun.”

She laughed, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair. The Gryffindor gasped, immediately shoving her away to fix his hair. “Don’t harm the merchandise, love.” 

James mumbled, glaring at his friend. “Oh, so he can call you love, but I can’t.” 

Y/N chose to ignore him. “Sorry Siri. I couldn’t resist.” She sat down, placing a heaping pile of mashed potatoes on her place. “And I would never miss lunch. It’s the most important meal of the day.” 

Remus smirked, tilting his head. “I think you’re thinking of breakfast, Y/N/N.”

She glared at her friend. “I am shocked you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, Remus.”

He laughed. “I’m shocked you were.” 

“Remus John Lupin!” Her jaw dropped. “What a rude thing to say.” 

“You’ll be fine.” 

Peter giggled, shaking his head. “You’ve always been the funniest person I know, Y/N.” 

She bowed, and Sirius rolled his eyes. “Well thank you, Pete.” She looked at the other three, who could not care less. “Take notes. That is how friends treat friends.” 

James scoffed. “Speak for yourself. I treat you like a princess.” 

Y/N smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “When you're not tormenting my peace, yes, you are.” 

Sirius looked over at Peter, highly offended. “I’m not forgetting you said that Pete. You know I’m funnier than her.” 

Peter nodded, smirking. "Sure you are, Sirius."

"I'll have you know-"

"Boys, boys." Y/N put her hands up. "No fighting at the dinner table."

"It's actually lu-"

"Remus, again with the know-it-all card."

He raised his eyebrows. "Now, who's fighting at the dinner table?"

Free period was Sirius and James’s favorite part of the day. 

It was not Remus, Y/N, and Peter’s favorite part of the day. 

Because every day like clockwork, the pair begged them to watch their impromptu Quidditch practice. Peter luckily got out of this one, mumbling something about tutoring and scurrying away before he could elaborate. Remus and Y/N walked down to the pitch, holding their coats close to their bodies as they talked about their latest read.

“I don’t know Y/N/N, Jane Eyre seems to forget that she is the heroine in this story. Staying with that psycho who kept his wife in his attic? Not her wisest choice.” 

“I think you’re missing the main point, Remus. She’s finally doing something that no woman in her time had the fortune to do. Decide her own destiny. I agree, I think that particular choice was not the smartest, but she becomes the heroine of her own story anyway because she chose to stay. It’s a rare trope in that era of literature.”

James and Sirius stared at them from the sky, both of their stomachs queasy for the same reason. James turned to his best friend, whispering. “Do you think they’re… together?” 

Sirius spluttered, scoffing. “I mean, he can’t- he- she- they definitely-” 

James rolled his eyes. “Relax, Pads. Moony isn’t going anywhere. You still have a chance.” 

His friends cheeks grew pink, but he said nothing. James smiled, nudging him lightly. “You know I’m actually very proud of you, Padfoot. I know how difficult it is for you to accept that you like someone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Prongs. I’m just shocked at the idea of them.” He nodded, but his voice didn’t sound as sure. “That’s all.” 

The practice ended quickly, and Remus left Y/N in the stands. He knew she liked to soak up the crisp, fresh air before sitting class for two hours.

“I am so surprised to see you here.” 

She opened her eyes, holding a hand above her to block the sun. 

“James. Great job out there. You continue to impress me.” 

He smiled, bowing. “Thank you. What are you doing after this?” 

“Transfiguration, James. With you.” She raised her eyebrows. “The same as every other Thursday.” 

“Can you blame me for trying to block it out of my memory?” He laughed. “Besides, I don’t need to take Transfiguration, I’ve already mastered that art.” 

She hummed, laying back down on the stands. He smiled, she looked rather peaceful like that. “Then you should be fine, sitting there for two hours. It isn’t that difficult, anyway.”

James scoffed. “Of course you would say that. Some people have to try, you know.” 

“Well not me and you. Don’t stress about it.” She sat up, huffing. “Suppose it’s time to walk over. I’ll see you in a bit James.” 

Y/N hadn’t even gotten two steps before a hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “What if I told you I have an idea?” 

She squinted, whenever James had an idea it either ended in a prank or detention. No one could blame her for being hesitant. “And what is this so called plan?” 

He grinned. “Fancy flying?” 

“You cannot be serious right now James.” 

He smirked. “You’re right. I’m not Sir-” 

“Shut it.” She raised her finger to his lips. “McGonagall would have our heads.” 

“Nonsense. Minnie loves me. And if you don’t want to be late, you should take me up on my offer.” He held his hand out. “Don’t you trust me?” 

She sighed. Once again, her resolved crumbled thanks to James Fleamont Potter. “You know I do.” 

“Then get on.” She jumped up, gripping his waist as tight as she could. His voiced shook his chest. “Hang on, love.” 

She screamed, nuzzling her face into his back instantly. James laugh echoed through the grounds, and she couldn’t help but laugh with him. It was contagious, his laughter. What felt like seconds later, their feet touched the ground, her hold as strong as ever. “You can let go now, Y/N/N.” 

She shook her head, rather comfortable in this position. “One more second.” 

“You’re shameless.” He whispered. 

She nodded, releasing her hold. “I’m ready now.” James grabbed her hand, racing towards McGonagall’s classroom. “Merlin, James slow down!” 

“Can’t have our resident genius late to class. It’s a bad look Y/N/N!” 

She laughed, panting. “I’m not our resident genius James!” 

They whipped around the corner, throwing the doors open. McGonagall stood at the head of the room, her eyebrows raised. Giggles echoed through the class, the Marauders audibly laughing. McGonagall cleared her throat. “Mr. Potter. Ms. Baudelaire. How kind of you to join us. What exactly were you doing before you intrusion?” 

Y/N turned bright red, stuttering. “Professor, I am so sorry, I-” 

“It was my fault Minnie. I was running through the halls and bumped into Baudelaire. She took a nasty fall so I offered to walk with her to make sure she was alright.” He looked over at Y/N his eyes wide, practically screaming ‘go along with it.’ “Just plain, old fashioned chivalry.” 

Y/N fought a giggle back down her throat. “Exactly. Chivalry.” 

Sirius laughed, before quickly getting smacked over the head by Remus. McGonagall nodded, turning back to the chalkboard. “In the future, Mr. Potter, watch where you’re running.” 

He nodded. “Of course, Minnie.” 

Y/N looked down, realizing they were still holding hands. James grinned, pulling her over to their desk. He leaned over, whispering in her ear. “I told you we’d be fine.” 

She blushed, pushing him away. “Minnie really does love you.”

[river13245]

They React To You Being Asexual

Dean, Sam, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena, Lucifer

(this is going to be a thing that I do regularly so request)

Dean Winchester

The both of you have been dating for almost a month now. You weren't oblivious to the fact that Dean was a very touchy guy. He would go to bars and pick up women all the time before you came around. Maybe that's why you had a pit in your stomach. You go to dean who was in the main room of the bunker and ask dean if you could talk to him in private.

He gets up and walks into your guys's room. "what's going on. Something happen?" he asks and you shake your head. "no not yet. Uh I just thought I should tell you something" He sits down on the bed and looks at you. :alright what's going on?" you take a deep breath in and speak all in one breath "Im asexual. I know that you like sex which is not a fault but I just know i'm not going to be able to give that to you"

He asks you to explain it to him and when you do he nods and its quiet for a moment before he speaks. "babe this isn't going to change anything between us. You don't want sex. that's fine i can take care of myself if i need to. Don't feel bad" when you sit beside him hs places his hand on your thigh and you rest your head on his shoulder.

Sam winchester

Your boyfriend was sitting on the bed reading when you entered the room. He looked so nice in the sweatshirt and sweatpants he was wearing. You were taking a moment to think about how you wanted to tell him that you were asexual.

Sam had never once made you feel as if you had to do anything you didn't want to do. If anything he was always cautious for first moves. your first kiss he leaned in slowly, making you close the gap. He also never really asked or initiated for the both of you to go any further beyond just kissing and cuddling. You had a feeling he knew which made you less nervous. "whets going on in that head of yours" he asks as he looks over at you.

You sit onto the bed beside him. "there's something I need to tell you" he puts his book down to give you his full attention before nodding. You take a breath before saying calmly "i'm asexual. I don't ever want to have sex with you. I should have told you sooner and i'm so sorry I didnt i was just waiting for the right time an-" You stop speaking because sam has placed both of his hands on the sides of your face and kisses your lips. "its okay honey, I have had a feeling that you might be and I still love you either way. Plus i have a lower sex drive than most people so you dont have to worry with me okay?" You nod and you cuddle up against him as he reads a little while longer.

Castiel

You were sitting on your bed just thinking about how you were to tell your boyfriend that you were asexual. Your boyfriend had never really said anything about wanting sex or anything like that but it still made you nervous. You knew Castiel wouldn't break up with you because of it. So once you calmed yourself down a bit you prayed for him. "castiel I need to speak with you"

Wasnt even 2 minutes later and hes standing in front of you. "Theres something on your mind?" he asks and you nod. "yes there is. I just needed to tell you that if we are going to continue our relationship..there will be no sexual acts. Kissing and everything is fine but just not sex."

He looks at you for a moment before he takes your hand in his "That is perfectly fine. Angels dont need to have sex." you lean in and kiss his cheek and hug him

Crowley

Crowley had been in one of his moods today. Your boyfriend was a very moody person. One thing could piss him off so because of this you were not looking forward to telling him about the fact that you are asexual. In fact you were thinking about not telling him. Not for a while anyways.

However when he walked into the room he could see the way you didnt come up to him to welcome him back like you always did. So he crossed his arms and looked at you. "what" you asked as you looked up at him. "What is going on? You arent acting normal" this caused you to roll your eyes at him. "when have I ever been normal" he shrugs but doesn't say anything else which makes you sigh.

You laid down onto the big bed you two shared. "Crowley I am asexual. That's why I haven't made a move to do anything more than kissing" He uncrossed his arms and lays down beside you. "really that's what's got you so weird?" nodding in response he rolls his eyes. "I'm a demon and have lived much longer than you have. You being asexual is the least of my problems. I want to be with you either way"

Rowena

Rowena was doing some of her witchy stuff looking beautiful while she focused. You knew you shouldn't interrupt her but this was eating you alive. Your friends had been talking about their partners and how they were great in bed and everything else. You loved your friends of course but its started to eat away at you. That you couldnt and wouldnt give that to Rowena.

She was a woman and many women want that part of the relationship. That kind if intimacy and you were feeling awful about it. Rowena deserved an explanation so before you could talk yourself out of it you walked up to the table and took a seat. "Rowena Love" She looked up at you and when she noticed how you looked she stopped what she was doing. "what's wrong dear"

You let out a long sigh before explaining to her about what you and your friends were talking about and then you pause for a moment before speaking again. "I know that you probably want that and I cant give it to you. How could you possibly be happy like this" She places both her hands on the sides of your cheeks and kisses your forehead then your lips. "I am happy with you. There has not been a moment where I doubted us or my feelings for you. You are the one that I want to be with for the rest of our time here" She pulls you into a soft hug

Lucifer

You had just walked back into your home and Your partner was sitting on his chair that he had claimed as like his "throne". He had been talking to a few other demons that worked for him and so you tried to walk quickly past them but he made you stop. "where do you think your going?" he wasn't angry he was just confused because you usually greet him when you come back home. You look at him "i'm going to our bedroom"

He could tell by the tone of your voice and your body language that something was wrong. So he quickly made the demons leave before turning to look back at you. "come here" you walked closer to him and he looked at you sitting up more on his chair. "what happened while you were out?" He was very protective over you and it was written all over his face. You knew he was going to find out anyways so you begin to tell him.

You tell him about how your friends were asking about how you and your boyfriend was. Asking how the sex is going etc etc. Lucifer nodded and was actually letting you finish speaking. "when I told them that. We don't have sex because i'm asexual they started judging me and everything." He almost speaks up but you cut him off "why do you stay with me. Lucifer I know that you have had many demons and even other angels in your bed before. Why stay with the one who cant give you what you need"

Lucifer looks at you as if you just said something in a language he didn't understand. He uses his power to bring you closer to him and then he stops and holds his arms out for you. Silently telling you to sit with him and so you do. You sit on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. "I may have had others share a bed with me. But none of them have had such a emotional hold on me before. You are the one that i fell in love with. Don't ever doubt me or my feelings towards you." he says the last part with such a serious tone and all you can do is nod and let him hold you.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

His Anchor

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: MoC!Dean, fluff at the end

Request by @jessicalynnann: how about mark of Cain dean and he is an ass to everyone but the reader. He is all fluffy and lovely dovey with the reader and one night he has had enough of her cuteness and just kisses her… maybe she tells him about a book she is reading… 

Summary: Dean is affected by the Mark in ways you and Sam don't realize, and he's trying not to let it affect others around him. However, there is only one person who can lift his spirits even when he's shrouded in darkness.

Square Filled: the first blade (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Dean sits alone at the library table with just a dim lamp to light the room and a glass of alcohol next to him. He hasn’t been doing good as of late because of the fucking Mark on his arm. It’s a constant reminder of how much he’s got to lose, and it’s taken over his life. He wants the damn thing removed but he’d be putting people in danger if he does. This Mark has already claimed so much of his life that he’s trying to hold onto whatever he has left, refusing to give into it more.

He traces the edge of the Mark with his index finger and goosebumps crawl up his arm immediately. There’s something raw in the danger that befalls the Mark including the First Blade. He’s used it plenty of times to kill those who deserve it even though it itches for more. The First Blade will never be satisfied with how many kills Dean gives it because there is a purity in how many victims it can claim.

Including himself. In the end, he’ll fall victim to his own blade. Would he die? Would the Mark allow him the sweet relief of death?

“Hey, you alright? Why is it so dark in here?”

Dean is pulled from his thoughts and looks up at his brother who has entered the room.

“What do you want?” Dean asks and turns the brightness up on the lamp.

“I might have found a lead on Metatron. He’s the only one that’s gonna have information on the Mark.”

Dean is so sick and tired of hearing how his brother found a lead only for that lead to turn up dead. He’s been led on by hope far too many times only for it to bite him in the ass later.

“Sammy, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop looking for the cure. It’s pointless if it means a lot of people are gonna be hurt in the process.”

“I know but this time is different. Listen to this. Rowena is a really old witch. She comes from the same kind of magic as the Mark, so I figure if we can get to Metatron, then--”

Dean slams his glass onto the table, shattering it to pieces. His hand bleeds but he doesn’t care about that. Sam jumps at the sudden noise and stares at his brother with uncertainty in his eyes.

“Don’t make me smack you.”

Sam’s shoulders sag in defeat.

“Fine. Whatever.”

The younger brother leaves to investigate this on his own. If Dean isn’t gonna help him then he’ll do everything himself. Dean knows he will never give up because that’s not what they do. If it were Sam who took this Mark on, then Dean would be the same way. Dean shakes his head and grabs another glass from the small cart by the table and pours himself another drink. He has bigger things to worry about than the Mark like Rowena, Cain, the Book of the Damned, and just about every fucking thing in his life.

You walk into the library with a book in your hand and Dean’s mood becomes ten times better. Everything in his life is fucked up but you. You’re the light in all this darkness and he’s so scared you’ll end up hurt because of him. You look up and smile when you see Dean but the smile is lost when you see the pieces of glass on the table.

“Hey, where’s Sam?” you ask.

“Doing nerdy things,” Dean shrugs.

“Okay, can I talk to you about this book I just finished? Like I need to tell someone.”

“Sure,” he chuckles and welcomes the distraction.

“Okay,” you rush to the table and sit next to him, “so the main character, Alana, works at this big company that everyone knows about and she feels trapped doing the same shit every single day. She wants to be doing more with her life but doesn’t know where to start or what she should be doing. That is, until the CEO of the company, Marcel started doing some shady shit. She tries to find out what he’s been up to, and it turns out that he’s making this serum that will make him rule the universe or some shit like that. She’s like hell no so she tries to foil his plans but ends up as his test subject! She tries to escape him but he ended up giving her the serum since he needed a human subject. This whole big fight happens between them but I was not expecting that turn of events!”

Dean isn’t paying attention to a goddamn word you’re saying. You’re so passionate and happy about this book you’re reading that he’s focused on your smile, the way your eyes light up, and how you can’t sit still. You give him joy like no other. How did he ever cope before he met you?

“Are you even listening to me? Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask.

Dean can’t help but grab your chair and pull you closer to him. He slides his big hands into your hair and plants his lips on your impulsively. You haven’t felt his lips in over a year since he kissed you when he was ass-backward drunk. You thought he never brought it up because he was drunk, but he didn’t want the one good thing in his life to go away if he confessed how he felt about you.

He pulls away from you and watches as your mouth opens and closes like you don’t know what to do. Your cheeks heat up in nervousness because you were not expecting that at all.

“Oh, okay,” you stutter.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I’m glad I found you and not Sam.”

“So, how did Alana escape Marcel?”

Just like that, you’re back to passionately talking about your book. You’re the only thing anchoring him down and keeping him sane, and he needs a bit of that right now.

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[roonyxx]

Healing Love: Part 4

Summary: You have a normal life as a nurse, and you are content with it. But then a storm called Dean Winchester rolls into it and you get swept away by his charms. But secrets linger and threaten to drown you both.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!nurse!reader

Word count: 1160

Chapter warnings: angst, wounds and medical stuff (i am no professional and have no idea what the real treatments are), fluff.

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“What are you.” he says again.

You struggle to get to your feet and look at his face, his eyes moving and alive, his chest rising with each breath.

Alive.

“I-“ how are you supposed to answer that? He will never want to see you again…

“I’m a witch, a natural witch.” You carefully say, glancing at both boys.

Will they kill you?

“I never hurt anyone. I promise.” You quickly add.

“Dean… y-you weren’t breathing, she saved you, without her magic, you would have been…” Sam doesn’t finish his sentence. You’re glad he doesn’t because you don’t want to think of that, what would have happened if you were just a normal nurse.

Dean tries to get up but hisses and grabs his stomach.

“Careful!” you say “I had enough to pull you back and fix the worse of the damage but you still have a long way to go.”

Dean looks up at you, his green eyes that are usually filled with joy are now cold and angry.

“Why did you lie to me. Do you have something to hide?” he snaps at you.

“Wh-what? No, of course not. I just- I figured out you were a hunter and- and well… hunters don’t care about what I do. They see my powers and go straight to the killing option.”

“Did you curse me? Made some spell so I would like you? what do you want?”

“Of course not! I didn’t do anything! I didn’t curse you! I just want to help you.” you explain.

“Sam can help me. Leave.”

“Dean…” Sam tries to reason.

“Your bandages still need changing so unless you want to die of infection, I need to see you at least every two days. Sam doesn’t know how to do it and I doubt another nurse will come all the way here, for free.” You cross your arms over your chest.

He might hate you now but that’s no reason for you to stop helping Dean.

“Once you’re all healed, I’ll disappear from your life.” You say.

The only respons you get is a grunt.

You turn and leave before he can see your tears fall.

The next two week pass slowly. You see Dean every two days and he doesn’t say a word. He’s very cold towards you, but at least he is healing.

Sam came to thank you and apologized for Dean’s behavior. He mentions his brother has trust issues.

It’s hard for you because you never hurt anyone, all you want to do is help. And to have Dean acting so cold hurts even more.

When you come in the bunker today, there is a woman there, talking to Sam.

You never saw her before.

You make your way down the stairs.

“Oh, hi Y/n.” Sam kindly smiles at you.

The older woman turns around and takes you in, “Ah so this is the famous witch who saved Dean.” Her accent gives a funny twist to her words.

Your magic rises in you at sensing her magic. She’s a witch, and a powerful one.

She sticks her hand out towards you, “Rowena, nice to meet you. So rare to find a natural witch these days, you aren’t looking for a coven, are you?”

You hesitantly shake her hand, “Y/n, and no. I have no interest in joining a coven.”

“A pity.” Rowena sighs and turns back to Sam.

“As I told your brother, aside from the healing magic there is no proof of other spells used. Dean seemed surprised when I told him that.” She tells Sam.

is that why this witch is here? Why isn’t Dean pissed at her? Perhaps it’s just you he hates.

“He’s in his room?” you interrupt the conversation and leave to do your work when Sam nods.

You knock.

“Yes.” You hear Dean say from the other side.

You come in and go straight to work, not even looking him in the eyes, but you can feel his stare burning into the side of your face.

You lift his shirt and start cleaning the bandages and his wound.

“It’s healing well.” You say out loud.

“It’s hurting less.” He tells you and you look up at him.

He sounds almost normal, that hateful glint in his eyes is gone.

You look back down and continue working.

“So you are talking to me, and letting in other witches that you apparently don’t hate.”

“I don’t hate you and I- I need her to check something.” He answers.

“Check if I cursed you? I didn’t.” you say.

“I know. She told me. I just…” he sighs and you look at him “I’ve been used so many times before, I was afraid it was happening again. And- and I didn’t want that because i- I really like you, Y/n.”

You’re staring at him, a little baffled. You weren’t expecting this.

“You treated me horribly when all I did was help you.” you tell him.

“I know…” he bats his eyes down, “I don’t deserve your help.” He mutters.

You sigh and touch his hand, “I can understand how you feel. But you hurt me. I can’t just jump back to what we had.”

He nods, “I understand” then a dark chuckle, “even when something good happens to me, I manage to ruin it.”

“You still have a chance, Dean. But I will need time, okay? You can start with being flirty again, I missed that.” You give him a small smile.

The smile he gives you makes all the tension in your body leave. You almost forgot how his smile can light up a whole room.

“I missed you too, Y/n. Thank you for giving me another chance.” He reaches out and touches your cheek.

You lean into his palm, “I guess you have questions?”

“I do, what is a natural witch? Rowena said they are rare.”

“I was born a witch, like my mother, and I draw my power from nature. I don’t need to do rituals or have contact with demons to have powers.” You explain while finishing up his bandage.

“And you can heal?” he asks, “or do other things to?”

“Healing is my main signet yes. I can also levitate some objects and feel the presence of other magic. Like the sigils in the bunker.”

“That’s so cool.” He moves a little to the side to make room for you in his bed.

“Would you lay with me while I ask more? I want to know everything.” He says.

“You just want me in your bed.” You chuckle and get comfy next to him.

“Why not both?” he grins at you.

You gently slap his shoulder and snuggle into his side, his scent a balm to your aching heart.

You spend the whole evening talking about your powers and explaining everything to him.

You don’t even remember when you fell asleep in his arms.

But you do know that it was the best sleep you had in weeks.

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[dotthings]

I have some thoughts about Cas after seeing Misha’s comment on why Cas wasn’t in TW so let me put these bullet points here:

* Many Cas fans latched onto “Cas helped” like it was the only rope thrown to us in a sea of Cas erasure because that’s what it was. If I’d had to believe for the past four years that Cas was trapped in The Empty I would have gone out of my mind and I was already out of my mind due to the various fails of the series finale. Not judging since I get the appeal of a rescue arc but did people really want Cas helpless in The Empty, limp, asleep, trapped in his own regrets for the past four years of realtime (also that’s not canonically how Cas went to The Empty, I’ll get to that). It sounds miserable

* Nobody said “Cas helped” was adequate, ftr. We said it was an info dump and it was the last ditch attempt to give us something after the covid regs/CW Network butchered the finale story and Misha’s part was cut. An info dump isn’t the best way to tell a story but is sometimes a necessity in TV storytelling because of external circumstances

* Cas had earned better from the story and pretty much all the Cas lane all knew it. I was bitter about it. But also it’s what was available as a clue to Cas’s fate. We had Bobby’s line and Dean’s smile as a lantern in the darkness

* If Cas was intended to still be in The Empty why in the og version was he at the bar with Dean if the intent was for him to be trapped in The Empty

* No shade at Misha. Just thinking it through. CMP doesn’t retcon. CMP fills in the blanks and recontextualizes

* one of the great things about 15.18 was Cas’s self actualization story and that when The Empty took him he was fulfilled. Not empty. Cas saved himself—The Empty would have no power over him beyond trying to whisk him away. That is canon. Cas’s self actualization also means something to many Cas fans. The inadequacies of 15.20 don’t make the messaging and implications of 15.18 (and the story leading up to it) less worthwhile and people are still allowed to find Cas’s story meaningful. Even if we’re relieved and happy a follow up is seemingly on the way finally

* The rescue is a great story idea, Misha was maybe just speculating at CCS, or wanted to make fans happy, but I’m not dismissing that perhaps it’s a hint about some revival plans and I feel all tingly

* It doesn’t have to be incompatible with Cas saves himself. Perhaps Cas redesigns Heaven from The Empty

* Reminder that Cas is a cosmically fearsome really stubborn self-realized BAMF who was taken fulfilled and can cancel out possibly even destroy or absorb and transform The Empty’s…energy. Reminder Cas and Rowena were paralleled characters, Rowena wound up as ruler of Hell, while Cas ———-abandoned to a question mark but gee what could it be *looks at Rowena*

* Let me float this scenario. Dean goes to save Cas…and finds Cas sitting on The Empty’s throne, having taken over and reformed the place. Dean’s just staring poleaxed with happiness to find Cas and because he expected Cas to be asleep. Cas, calmly, “Hello, Dean”

*I know some people have speculated about this already. And with whatever insight and power he gained maybe he could have redone Heaven remotely. Maybe Cas at the bar is after the “rescue” — maybe he needs Dean’s help to exit The Empty even if Cas overpowered it. Who wants to clown with me about Cas King of The Empty *honk honk*

* There’s also the question of missing time and pov for Dean between the moment of his death and his arrival in Heaven and what if Cas guided Dean’s soul—lost and confused—somehow but sticking a pin in that for now

Anyway it seems very very likely we are getting a follow up to 15.18 and Cas’s story that finally gives him his full due.

*HONK HONK*

And hearthands for Misha and Jensen both watching over Cas the way they did. Misha realized a cameo wasn’t adequate, Jensen agreed, wholeheartedly, Cas deserved a full follow up not just a cameo with no explanations or deeper story, we knew this already actually but it’s good having Misha on video summarizing it. (It’s possibly due to Harvey Dent that Misha only had time to do a cameo, btw. Not because no one thought Cas should have more screentime).

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - Sword

@wolfstarmicrofic September 2, word count 648

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Sirius held the stone in his hand, gently flipping it over as the group pondered if they’d found all the Horcruxes or if there were still more out there. 

“We’ve destroyed three already. Could he really have made more than that?” James asked. 

“I think he has,” Regulus answered, sighing loudly. “He’s changed so much since the first time I met him. The ring must have been done years ago and the diary was probably made at the same time. He’s made the locket recently, but he changed before that, so I think there’s at least one more out there,” Regulus mused aloud.

“Well, so far it’s all things connected to him, his diary, the Gaunt ring, Slytherin’s locket,” Remus ticked them off on his fingers. 

Sirius sunk into his own thoughts, turning the stone over slowly again and again. A thought flitted through his mind, Effie and Monty would know what to do. He missed them so much. He turned the stone again and two ghostly apparitions appeared before him. Sirius shrieked and toppled off the boulder he’d been sitting on dropping the stone in the process. 

“Did, did anyone see that? Please tell me someone saw that, and I’m not going mad?!” Sirius shivered as he shakily picked himself up off the ground and looked for the stone. 

“Er no, you just screamed and fell off the rock,” James told him, looking concerned. 

“Must still be a bit tired and nodded off,” Sirius laughed nervously. He found the stone and wandered away from the group. He did what he’d been doing before, turning the stone over and thinking about Effie and Monty and, as before, the Potters appeared before him. 

“Hello, Sirius dear,” Effie said gently. 

“Mum, Dad!” He gasped. He hurriedly cast a muffling charm over himself so as not to draw attention and looked at them. “Are you real?” He asked, a thick lump forming in his throat. 

“We’re dead, love,” Monty told him cheerily. “What you have there is the resurrection stone, it’s part of the deathly hallows. James has the cloak. I swear I told him that.” He screwed up his face in thought. 

“You probably did, dear, but you know James in one ear out the other,” Effie cooed fondly. “Now about these Horcruxes dear, Monty and I have been watching your valiant efforts. You’re so close, darling.”

“There's two more,” Monty took over. “Hufflepuff's cup and Ravenclaw's diadem,”

“What about Gryffindor’s sword?” Sirius asked. “He had Slytherin’s locket. Why not the whole set?”

“The sword is hiding,” Monty said with mischief in his eyes. 

“Only a true Gryffindor can find it, and it won’t reveal itself to Voldemort, so he can’t ruin them all.” Effie took over.

“Where are they? Do you know?” Sirius questioned, they were so close now. 

“Sorry, my love, but we don’t know,” Effie told him sadly. 

“You might want to ask the Grey Lady if she knows anything. She’s Rowena’s daughter and as for the cup, perhaps find out which death eater is walking a bit talker these days,” Monty said cryptically.

“Now, my darling, we need to say goodbye to you. We love you ever so much and are both so proud of you. Take care of James for us, won’t you? He’ll need you,” Effie’s eyes were brimming with ghostly tears as she blew him a kiss. 

“Sirius, as far as I’m concerned, you are my son, as I’ve told you many times before. I love you just as much as James, and I am so incredibly proud of the man you have become. Be strong my darling boy, oh and give the stone to James, so I can tell him to get a haircut,” Monty winked at him. 

“We love you, now drop the stone.” They said in unison, and he did as they asked. 

There were two more Horcruxes. Only two.

Next part

[oggirlboss]

༺ ♰ ༻ hopeless ༺ ♰ ༻

pairing[s]: yandere! slytherin!levi ackerman x afab! ravenclaw! reader and hanji zöe x being a phenomenal human being that deserves the entire world

warning[s]: stalking and obsession

summary: you and levi share professor snape's potions class, but that's not enough for levi. he needs more. and he's willing to go as far as it takes.

word count: 0.9k

potions class was a special hell for levi ackerman. the ravenclaw and slytherin fifth years had the class together, which led to a fierce competition for top student. this, of course, is where he met you.

pretty, little miss perfect. [y/n] [l/n]. god was he obsessed.

any focus on the course material flew out the window. why learn how bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses? why learn how to bottle fame, brew glory, or put a stopper in death when perfection was just within his grasp?

"mr. ackerman~" professor snape stopped his lecture. "do pay attention, otherwise i will send you out of this classroom. you wouldn't like that; would you?" levi would really like to stay and watch you, but on second thought, your seat was right next to the door. maybe if he left he could discretely run his fingers through your hair before he was forced away from you. "mr. ackerman?"

"yes, sir?" levi turned away from you to stare at the chalkboard snape was writing on. snape stepped forward and slammed the piece of chalk onto levi's desk. his scowl deepened as he leaned closer and said something that struck a cord inside levi.

"you're hopeless." snape didn't know how right he was.

you're only a fourth year, but your talents in professor snape's class were unrivaled. the greasy bastard even went as far as securing you a seat in the class above your year to challenge you. it should have been too easy for levi to sweet talk his way into your heart, but that preverted half-blood professor had to assign seats. levi wanted to kill himself as soon as hanji zoë plopped their ass in the seat next to his. could this year be any worse?

"leviii-" hanji gripped onto the sleeve of his robe and shook him, lost in their excitement. god knows what it was about this time.

"shut it, shitty glasses." levi spat out as he turned away from them.

"awwwww!!!" they screamed, drawing the attention of all their classmates. "is little baby levi pouting?" the people closest began to let little giggles slip through the quiet atmosphere, hanji's antics never failing to break the ice that came with having first period potions. levi however, wasn't pleased in the slightest, but one look at you made him forget his anger.

his obsession started out small. little handwritten notes slipped into your textbooks and love letters dropped into your favorite cauldron in potions class. you read them all of course, and looked them over when you felt insecure. you rolled up the notes and placed them in a pink tinted jar beneath your bed, while the letters were wrapped in twine and hidden under your pillow. it was an awfully sweet gesture, keeping them was the least you could do.

but imagine levi's delight when he discovers this?! oh he's so happy his little princess did this. it will only make him want to spoil you more.

he memorized the entire layout of ravenclaw tower for you. astute rowena definitely didn't plan for a certain slytherin to be capable of answering every riddle thrown at him by that eagle shaped knocker embedded in the door. he's snuck into your room during the late hours of the night, either watching you sleep or writing down everything he sees and touching everything he could. He pays special attention to you from 3 am to 4 am because he knows that's the time your body is weakest and most likely to just give up and let you die. and you can't die. not on his watch.

he's always out of sight before the sun comes up, and ready to write the next letter.

but today was different. the air was more crisp. life was being lived more today than any other day. and he was going to speak to you.

"oi, brat." he called across the room at you.

you. you. you. it's all you.

"yes?" you looked up from the book in your lap, his steel grey eyes focused on your pretty, [e/c] eyes.

how cute! you're so polite to him. levi reaches into the pocket of his robe and nearly sighed at the coarse feeling of your diary in his hands. he'd taken it from you so long ago, that he could barely part with the black, leather bound parchment. he's read it over four or five times, enough to have all your little secrets memorized. "found this under a willow tree in the courtyard. thought you'd be missing it."

a lie.

he'd stolen it from your bag while you weren't watching. the cute way your cheeks heated was enough satisfaction to last him a lifetime.

but he's so selfish.

and he's going to drown himself in you.

[ahlyasimps]

Scaredy Slytherin [S.S.]

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Reader (tried to make it GN)

Summary: Sebastian may have chickened out on asking you to the dance but you were determined to dance with him anyways. Shout out to Ominis for being a good wingman.

A/N: Well aware there is no Yule Ball but why have big, fancy castle and NOT host a ball. It’s just a waste.

When you found yourself daydreaming about his curly brown hair messily combed through to give him that boyish charm and his adorable smile, you knew it was over. Rowena, you really had it bad for Sebastian Sallow of all people. Samantha loved to tease you about your little crush on the trouble making Slytherin student but you always waved her off as being delusional. Now as you found yourself unable to concentrate in potions class because of a certain boy sitting just ahead of you, you think she might have been right.

It all started when you found yourself struggling a bit in potions. No matter what you did you always made a mess of your cauldron so you begrudgingly approached Sebastian who by some miracle was top of that class. What started as simple tutoring (he charged a steep price though) quickly became hushed laughter in the quiet library as talking with Sebastian put you at ease. It went from barely knowing the other existed (well, you knew who he was, he was infamous after all) to inside jokes and hanging out sometimes in the great hall. You've even friends with the prickly Ominis Gaunt. It was easy to crush on Sebastian Sallow, he had a way of charming you.

With the Yule Ball just announced mere hours prior, all everyone was talking about was who they wanted to ask out. You knew you weren't going to ask out Sebastian, knowing he only ever viewed you as a study buddy/friend so when Samantha and a few others asked if you'd all like to go together as a group, you agreed.

As you were leaving potions class, you heard Sebastian shout your name urgently. "Oh, hey Sebastian! Did you need something? Forget your books again?" You laughed teasingly.

"It was one time! I think you and Ominis are spending too much time together, now you're both ganging up on me," he said sighing dramatically.

"Speaking of Ominis, where is he anyways? Thought you two were always attached at the hip?

"Ah, just over there" Sebastian replied pointing near the door of the potions classroom where Ominis was stood. "But ah, I wanted to asked you something." He said rubbing the back of his neck.

With the timing and his apparent nervousness, was Sebastian Sallow going to ask you out? You hoped it would be so. There was a lengthy pause before he continued speaking.

"You're friends with that Poppy girl right? Is she going with anyone? Ominis wanted to ask her to the ball." Sebastian hurriedly went on to say.

"Oh, sorry then. I think she was asked by Prewit already." You muttered out dejectedly. Well, since you have him maybe you could ask. Try to play it off as two friends hanging out at the ball. "Oh! By the way Sebastian..." You started saying before he cut you off.

"Sorry! Think Ominis is calling me, he can't bear to part with me for long you see." He quickly said before racing off. Were his ears red you thought watching him run back to Ominis. He was acting rather nervous for someone who was asking a question on another's behalf. As you left, you could have sworn you heard Ominis berating Sebastian, about what you couldn’t be sure. You didn't think much of it though, saddened that you lost your chance.

Even though you could very well ask him other times, the two of you were friends after all and hung out regularly for the tutoring sessions, he always seemed to dodge the topic of the ball. You knew he never asked anyone so you didn’t bother bringing up the topic, content to go seek him out the day of.

As the day of the Yule Ball approached, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had never been one to attend such grand events, but the prospect of seeing Sebastian in a dress robes had your heart racing.

As you made your way down to the Great Hall, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. You had spent hours getting ready, trying to make sure your hair and outfit were perfect, but you still felt nervous.

When you entered the Great Hall, you immediately scanned the crowd for Sebastian. You found him standing near the refreshments table, chatting with a group of his Slytherin friends. He looked handsome as ever, his hair neatly combed back and his dark robes fitting him perfectly.

"The instant they walk in, they're already distracted by Sallow" Samantha said teasingly. "Oh just go over there instead of making moony eyes at him." Amit replied laughing at your expression.

And so with the encouragement of your friends (and perhaps a bit of firewhiskey)  you mustered up all your courage to approach him. But stopped when Ominis called out to you. 

“[Y/N]? Is that you?” he asked, “Oh good, Sebastian has been a real idiot about this whole ball. He meant to ask you out but kept using me as a scapegoat. Honestly, I’ve been tempted to hex him.” “He meant to ask me out?” “Well of course, you’re the only person he ever talks about. It’s rather frustrating how much he acts like a kicked puppy whenever you leave.” So, Sebastian liked you all this time? You started tuning out whatever Ominis was saying next, too thrilled at this new development and the newfound confidence it gave you. “Ominis, thank you. I could kiss you right now.” “I pray you don’t” He quickly shot back looking disgusted at the thought before you bid him goodbye to go confront the scaredy Slytherin. You completely missed the little smirk the boy had on his face as he heard you run off. Where would Sebastian be without him, he thought.

"Hey, Sebastian," you said, trying to sound casual.

Sebastian turned to you, his eyes widening in surprise. "[Y/N]? You look amazing," he said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

You felt your heart skip a beat. "Thanks," you replied, feeling a bit tongue-tied.

"Would you like to dance?" Sebastian asked, holding out his hand.

Your heart leapt at the invitation. "I would love to," you replied, taking his hand.

As you both made you way to the dance floor, you felt a rush of emotions you had never felt before. You couldn't believe you were dancing with Sebastian, and the way he held you close made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

As the two of you swayed to the music, you couldn't help but feel like this was where you were meant to be - in Sebastian's arms.

As the night went on, you both danced together and talked about everything and nothing. And when the night finally came to an end, Sebastian walked you back to your common room, holding your hand the entire way.

As you said your goodbyes, Sebastian leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. "Thanks for an amazing night," he said, a smile on his lips.

You felt your heart swell with happiness as you watched him walk away, already looking forward to tomorrow.

[hexedwinchester]

Things I Wish Supernatural Gave Us But Didn't...

Stanford Era Sam flashbacks that involved little snippets of Jessica and him. Jessica was hardly in four episodes but I always felt Sam and her were the best couple. Even Eileen didn't come close to that.

Sam Winchester riding a motorcycle. Have you seen Jared on a motorcycle? If not I urge you to watch Friday the 13th and Christmas Cottage (yes, that Hallmark movie). I just needed one scene where Sam hops on a motorcycle and saves the day. Dean's hella proud of his badass Sammy but ofcourse he'd never say it to his face.

Sam's Jelly Bracelet origin story. I have already made a post wondering why it never had a backstory. So damn sad.

Demon Dean feeding Sam his demon blood. Wouldn't that be the bitch of all ironies?

More of Sam and Mary moments. I'm so pissed that even after Mary was resurrected, it still remained about Dean and her. The only good thing we got was "For me, having you here fills in the biggest blank." We needed more of that!

Sam + side character bonds. Sammy never got to have deeper bonds outside of Dean. Jody, Claire, Cas, Pamela, Jo, Ellen, Charlie, they all were made to bond with Dean. Why? Dean, stop hoarding people, you already have Sam!

Sam's psychic powers/visions disappeared after S5. Imagine working with Rowena would have unlocked those powers! Sam with powers was hot.

More of Dean apologizing to Sam because Dean has treated Sam like shit and that ain't acceptable.

Sam + pet/animal interaction. Have you seen Jared with animals? It's straight from cutieland. Remember Bones, the dog Sam adopted when ran off on his own? Riot, the dog he hit? Or that familiar dog who turned into a woman? Or the old dog who wouldn't talk to Dog Dean if Sam didn't scratch her belly? Ok, on hindsight they did give us this but it wouldn't hurt to have more of this. Right? Also, why didn't Sam and Scooby have more interaction in Scoobynatural? Sam loves dogs!

Sam taking a shower. How TF did we not have that? Just Sam standing under a shower stream, head hung low, shoulders heavy with the weight of whatever trauma he was suffering with at that time. The steam rising from his wet skin. Strands of hair curtaining his face. How did we not have this glorious moment?

[agvstdr]

new bodies, different Sam and Dean.

it's a morning like any other but as soon as sam and dean start talking, i realize that something is wrong.

"you're weird." i point out looking at them

they both shake their heads, it's clear that they're hiding something from me.

i pretend nothing's happening, maybe sooner or later they'll tell me what's happening to them, in the meantime i try to take care of some hunting.

"sam did you check if there's any cases?" i ask while i drink the coffee they made for me

i look at sam, but dean answers me:

"i think i found something." as soon as dean answers me, sam clears his throat

"did you do the research?" i ask dean surprised as he always leaves this job to sam

"no, i meant that sam found something, right sammy?"

"uhm yeah sure."

it's all too weird, but i can't understand what's going on.

"what are you hiding from me?"

"nothing." I reply at the same time

"if I find out that something happened and you're hiding it from me, I'll be really pissed off."

when it's lunch time, I decide to go out to buy something.

when I come back, I find them sitting around the table, ready to have lunch.

"cheeseburger for dean and salad for sam." I say putting their usual dishes in front of them

their reaction is strange, however, because they look at the dishes almost disgusted.

"did I get the orders wrong?"

"no no." replies dean starting to eat his cheeseburger but he does it with a grimace, and it's very strange because dean always compliments them on how good it is.

"something is happening here and you are not telling me anything."

the day goes by like this: the winchesters continue to act strange but they do not tell me anything.

in the evening, i go to dean's room and i find him intent on reading a book... dean winchester reading a book, this is stranger than all the things that happened today. dean and i do not have a relationship, but it happens that in the evening i find myself in his room or he in mine: sometimes we talk, other times it happens that we remain in silence in each other's company while other times it happens that we have sex, tonight this is exactly what i want.

"what are you reading?"

dean looks at me and is surprised to see me in the room, as if it was the last thing he expected.

"uhm i found it in sam's room and i took it."

once again everything is weird but i don't ask for explanations because i know i won't get one.

i sit on the bed next to him and i feel him stiffen.

"are you okay?"

"yeah why wouldn't i?" he's lying, he never reacts like this

"do you want to be alone?"

"no stay."

i smile and give him a light kiss on the lips and as soon as i pull away, his eyes are wide with surprise.

"okay what's going on? you never react like this. i want to know the truth, now."

my tone is unapologetic and so dean tells me the truth.

"you mean you're sam and dean is in your body?"

"exactly."

all that was missing was for someone to switch the bodies of the two brothers.

"do you know who did it?"

dean or rather sam shakes his head.

"tomorrow we'll call rowena to help us."

"that's the best thing."

we remain silent, an awkward silence because i kissed him and so now sam knows about me and dean.

"sorry for before i didn't know it was you."

"no problem, i'll pretend nothing happened."

i give sam a smile and after wishing him goodnight, i go to sam's room, to talk to dean.

"dean are you awake? can we talk?"

i hear noises in the room and then after a few seconds the door opens, revealing sam who is actually dean.

"you're in the wrong room."

"no, i know about the body swap, let me in."

"i knew sam would talk." he says rolling his eyes and I feel like laughing

"he had to, I kissed him and he reacted badly."

"you kissed him?"

"are you deaf? yes I kissed him. I wanted to kiss you but you didn't have the courage to tell me what was happening! so it's your fault."

"i didn't mean to worry you."

"so it's better that i kissed sam?"

"you kissed me, sam is just passing by."

i can't help but laugh, at what he just said but also at the whole situation.

"you should have seen his expression, he didn't know how to say that he didn't want me to come near without getting into trouble."

"typical sam."

"what does it feel like to be in the body of the more handsome brother?" i ask just to tease him

"if you find him more handsome why do you come to my room almost every night?" i see him smirk satisfied with his answer

"you're right, i think that from tomorrow you'll find me here in the company of sam."

"don't you dare."

we both laugh, because we know that this is something that will never happen, sam really is like my brother to me.

the next day, rowena shows up at our place, because sam called her explaining the situation, the witch after having a good laugh at the expense of the winchester brothers, with a spell, simple as she says, brings things back to normal.

dean returns to his body and sam to hers.

"so everything is okay?" sam asks rowena to accept herself

"my work is done, bye guys."

"well now we want to talk about the fact that you are together?"

OOPS.

[theangelssing]

Real - Midam

prompt: It’s been like this for months now, Adam wanting a real kiss from Michael, not a vision. So Michael tries everything to make his human happy, even asking Sam Winchester for a little help.

Midam, Adam x Michael, third POV, 1574 words

warnings: soft fluffy imagine but slight mention of anxiety and overprotection, physical touch like hugs & kisses (romantic way), physical affection (friendly hand on shoulder)

a/n: this imagine takes place after last season, forgetting almost everything from the last season tbh (Dean, Crowley, Castiel, Gabriel, etc aren’t dead)

don't hesitate to send request for every character & ship you want (:

masterlist - inbox

“I wish we could kiss,” said Adam with a small sad smile. Michael projected a kiss in Adam’s mind, trying his best to make it feel as real as possible. Adam shook his head, erasing the sweet image.

“Not like this. I mean a real kiss, your mouth on mine… y’know?”

Michael didn’t answer. What could he? A real kiss wasn’t easy, near impossible, without possessing another body. And even when possessing another body, the kiss never felt right. The vessel was different each time, making Adam uncomfortable – almost as if he was cheating on his boyfriend even if Michael were the same no matter his vessel.

So when Adam asks for a real kiss, Michael says nothing. When Adam is asleep or when Michael is fully controlling their shared body, the archangel would try to work on his powers to become stronger, to make the illusion of the kisses and hugs even more real without leaving his body. But it was harder than he thought and he had no one to ask advice to. He feared his own brothers would pity or shame him and he didn’t want this – or more like he didn’t want them to joke about it in front of Adam. He thought about asking Castiel but Cas isn’t strong enough to know this kind of power. Hell, he even thought asking Crowley or Rowena! but he didn’t want to be involved with black magic or demon.

Hence why he was knocking on Sam’s door. Entering the bunker wasn’t easy and he feared Dean wouldn’t let him entered if Adam wasn’t there but the oldest Winchester seemed to have softened and let him in. After having answered vaguely Dean’s questions, he walked straight to Sam’s bedroom. He opened quickly, as if he was waiting for Michael to come, making him feel weird.

“Hi Michael, what can I do for you?” asked Sam almost immediately.

Michael looked at him from head to toe. Disoriented. Uncomfortable.

“How?…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, Sam answering already.

“When Adam knocks, it’s soft and I always almost don’t hear it. You’re knocking on the door as if your life depends on it. And Dean sent me a message. So, what can I do for you?”

Michael winced. Of course the answer was as simple as that. He sighed, entering Sam’s room and closing behind him.

“Well it is rather… embarrassing. Know that I hate asking you for this but I am here for Adam.”

“Go on.”

Sam sat on his bed, showing the desk’s chair to Michael, feeling this conversation would be a long one. Michael hesitated but finally sat on the chair, looking at Sam. God, it was so hard to talk about something as private as this.

“Dude, if it’s for Adam I won’t judge you so go on.”

The younger Winchester had something kind and generous in him. Michael thought for a second, before finally saying to himself that he made the right decision. Michael started to talk, to share things to Sam while the boy was listening carefully, nodding his head from time to time. He even reached for Michael’s shoulder to pat it, to give him comfort and confidence in his revelation. Sam wasn’t judging the archangel not feeling pity – as Michael feared – he was silently supporting and maybe even trying to search for a solution already.

“But I can’t. It doesn’t work and I didn’t know who to ask for help. So I thought you were the one who could help me without judging us or shaming Adam for being with me.”

Sam said nothing, he just stared at Michael and the archangel suddenly felt as if he said something dumb or wrong. But Sam only smiled softly then raising on his feet.

“Michael, man, nobody will judge Adam for loving you. You spent 1080 years in Hell together!”

“So… you’ll help me? Without saying anything to the others?”

“Right,” Sam sighed. “If you wish to not say anything, I won’t.”

Michael almost jumped from his chair.

“Thank you, Sam Winchester.”

“Woah, calm down with the family name. I’m just helping, I didn’t say it’ll work. Why don’t you ask Jack by the way? He’s God now.”

“Because he’s a kid.”

“Yeah but the most powerful one. Anyway, gotta start reading some books. Be ready for your training, I’ll call you when I find something.”

Sam winked at Michael and made him leave his room, then heading straight to the bunker’s library. Michael stayed there, helpless and unable to say anything, just leaving the bunker after having say goodbye to Dean. He returned at home and was so perturbed that he let Adam take the control again.

When Sam called, it was late during the night. Adam was asleep, Michael wide awake, champing at the bit, afraid Sam called someone and told everything. But when the phone rang, Michael jumped on it and answered straight away. Sam chuckled.

“Alright. I think I found something. I’ll come over, you won’t achieve anything in the bunker.”

And with this single message, the Winchester stopped the call and was with Michael twenty minutes later. A chance nobody was on the road, Sam said. Michael didn’t dare to ask how far above the speed limit he was. Sam exposed his books, showing Michael everything he found about the urgent matter.

Michael didn’t have the time to read, urging Sam to explain what he had to do. The younger brother laughed but told him, explaining everything he found. So the archangel tried. And retried. Again. And again. Until he said stopped. It was almost dawn and Sam didn’t sleep. Michael could tell he was exhausted to watch a grown archangel, the oldest one, not even reaching a small part of his goal. He knew Sam felt as if he was failing him. Michael wanted to say that he did his best helping him and that he should go home and rest but Sam didn’t want to. He wanted to continue, to find a solution, to make Adam happy and Michael feeling better about their relationship.

“Michael, you have to feel what you’re wishing for, what you wanna make Adam feel, otherwise it can’t work.”

“I’m trying Sam, but it doesn’t work! Go home, I can’t do that.”

“No. You have to understand how to be vulnerable. This power works only if you’re as vulnerable as Adam, if you feel the same things as Adam. Nothing can happen, so try again, make you vulnerable.”

“How? I have to protect him, Sam, I am an archangel and…”

“You’re Adam’s boyfriend right now, you have to make sure he’s happy and you have to love him. Love sure is a feeling of vulnerability so you have to break the walls you created around you. Go on, please, man. You can do it. Just… let your feelings take over.”

“If something happens, you’ll protect us?”

“Dude I’m a hunter, of course. Now shut up and try already!”

The archangel never felt this, a strange feeling, as he was trying to become like Adam. He suddenly felt lighter, enveloped by Adam’s love, feeling his own love enveloping and embracing him – he saw them kissing, hugging, he felt and saw it and wished for it to be true, wishing so hard that he forgot everything and only thought about Adam and felt even more in love and he tried to redirect his affection towards Adam and in no time he felt an answer to his kiss. The archangel closes his eyes, leaning in the kiss, in the new embrace. He didn’t ask himself what was happening – for the first time he was enjoying Adam and himself only, without anything coming in between them. Sam, from the outside, saw Adam and Michael’s shared body leaning in the soft mattress and pillows. He saw all the anxiety and blood pressure of Michael leaving the body, almost as if Adam took control again. But it was still the archangel, powerfully dominating his feelings and Adam.

That is when Michael felt the urge to press himself against Adam that the human woke up, in the tightest hug and most loving kiss he ever had. He was submerged by Michael’s love, surprised even. But most of all, he was happy, serene, calm. He was enjoying everything his archangel was giving him at the moment and what a moment! It felt as if they were doing it for years but Adam would never want to stop. It felt too right, too perfect to break it. But the archangel couldn’t stay like this for too long, leaving his human eager for more. Yet Adam was still feeling the link between them, he could almost see it and even though he was left without being warned.

No one dared to speak, Michael too surprised by himself, Adam too shocked and happy, and Sam couldn’t resign himself from stopping this quite private moment. The archangel only looked at the Winchester and only moved his lips in a “thank you”. Sam, without making a sound, left them. Michael was still hugging Adam, clenching at him. Adam was still feeling everything, almost painting after this mouthful kiss. A kiss that prevented a lot more, now that the archangel knew how to be even more powerful to fulfill his human’s desires.

“How did this kiss felt so real?”

“Because I made myself stronger for you.”

[pranzill]

for the @wincestwednesdays wincest fest, week one: performance/underrated

Two-way street - Read on AO3

Of all the people—the girls that could circle around Sammy and for whom Dean would’ve adjusted and made himself small if his brother had needed him to—he would’ve never thought of her.

He was probably overreacting, he could be pretty dramatic sometimes, as Sam loved to say to anyone who would hear it lately (more than once, actually, but Dean quickly dismissed that thought; he had been right one too many times about things, for their own sake). But he thought Sam always wanted normal, always talked about normal, the ghost that always lingered in the corner of his mind. So he never considered…magic.

He didn’t mean to overhear, of course, he didn’t. But he did. Life in the bunker was like that sometimes: you’re walking down an aisle and you find yourself—magically—suddenly walking in on the most uneasy conversation ever. Especially in these times, where the bunker seemed so much less like a home and more like a train station. Dean admitted to himself, with absolutely no pride, that he incredibly missed Sam, their intimacy, so maybe that could be why his heart hammered in his chest when he rounded a corner and saw the little red-haired witch, crossing her arms over Sammy’s hunched shoulders. They seemed so small compared to the broad back of his little brother. He didn’t seem so baby brother when small girls were all over him like that.

The scene seemed pretty soft, almost romantic, but Dean didn’t give himself time to watch. He put his back against the wall that was hiding him, confiding in the shadow to be discreet enough to cover his last motions, but he couldn’t find the courage to move again, and he stayed where he was, listening.

Rowena was thanking Sam for being patient, for listening to her like anyone else could’ve done, and for being understanding even despite their history. Her voice, sweet, not tricky-sweet, but honest, like she’d been resisting tears.

Sam’s response was imperceptible, but his tone was gentle, trusting. Dean’s stomach lurched because what could be worse than sincerity between old enemies, exchanging whispered secrets.

He would’ve rather heard mischievousness from her, than this nauseous kindness, and the next typical sarcastic retort from Sammy, instead of that low rumble, like a purr. He bet Sam gave her the good old puppy stare, too.

When Dean heard Rowena murmur Sam’s full name and the little smack sound of a kiss, his legs finally moved and let him fly away. A fiery heat rose from his neck to his cheek, and everything felt wrong. He hadn’t any right, never had, but he found himself thinking—not Rowena, not her, please, nonetheless.

Jealousy was an incredible propellant, and he found himself down the dorm room corridor in no time. He prayed so hard for his steps to be silent. He was so sure he would’ve lost Sam that very night, so without thinking straight anymore, he entered his brother’s room.

When Sam came back, not much later, he found Dean on his knees on the floor, before the foot of the bed, hands tied, head bowed. Maybe Sam wasn’t in the right mood for that tonight, but Dean was desperate enough to put on a show just for him; he wanted to ensure that Sam’s focus was still on him, back on him at least, erasing his foolish fears, just like any witchy red curl still in his brother’s mind.

“Dean.” Was Sam’s voice trembling, or was it just Dean’s imagination?

Dean kept silent, but he cursed under his breath when he lost any ounce of dignity left in him, pushing against Sam’s tapered fingers creeping gently under his chin, feeling so damn relieved. Sam accepted his offer for now; he slightly lifted his brother’s face, but Dean focused on keeping his gaze down, letting his long lashes tremble the right way, confiding in their power.

“What are you doing?” Sam didn’t sound too surprised, just the right amount of curious, so Dean felt like he could tease, but only a bit, keeping quiet and not responding.

Sam took the bait and sternly ordered, "Talk” giving a little nudge to Dean’s chin, still cupped in his hand.

Dean didn’t leave Sam waiting any more than that, but he took his time, finally lifting his gaze and speaking slowly: “No one knows you better than me. I’m the only one who knows what you really want.”

“Mmh…” Sam seemed to weigh his words and then added: “What made you think otherwise?”

It was a two-way street: Dean didn’t have to explain much to let his brother understand what put him on his knees for him that fast.

“I saw you…and Rowena.” His jaw clicked when he gulped, and he shivered at how much he liked to feel his face move in Sam’s palm.

“Yeah? Go on.” Sam asked, like they were talking about the weather.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Dean was almost trying to chicken out. Sam’s stare was so hard it was piercing through him, and Dean couldn’t bear it.

“Dean.” Sam caught his brother’s attention back in no time. “Did something that you heard, upset you?”

Yes. Of course, Sam wanted to get to the point. “I’m sorry I’m not able to understand. Like she can.” Maybe, he stressed a bit too much the last words on purpose.

Sam grinned and almost – almost – gave away a light chuckle. Sam’s smiles were strange things. They were the brightest when Sam laughed, but when they were lighter, like a giggle, the sound was accidentally sensual and almost malicious at times. Dean’s mixed feelings of getting a reward and being punished were starting to boil inside him after hearing that little happy sound, so funny and eerie at the same time.

“It doesn’t mean anything, though. Is that what you want me to say?”

Dean came back from his reverie and couldn’t find anything in his mind. Sam’s voice was like a siren’s, so he told the truth: “Yes.”

Sam lightly sighed, but then patiently explained: “I don’t like making Lucifer talk with you. With anyone, really. Not even her. But she opened up with me first, because she was scared. Unfortunately for us, she gets it. It’s easier.”

“Okay.” For too many reasons, Dean felt small and mean. He didn’t like that kind of talk either, but he was selfish enough to be jealous of not being his brother’s first choice as nightmares’ recipient.

“Did you also talk…magic?”

“Am I not allowed to have friends and interests outside of what you and I have?” Again, that amused grin; Sam’s voice falling from his mouth, rolling on his tongue, like soft fronds gently swishing in the summer breeze.

“Yeah, of course, Sammy.”

“Do you want me to shut your brain about all these worries?” Now Sam was touching Dean’s face freely, petting the hair on the scalp, on his nape. Dean was shaking with want; gripped by the fever of expectation, he lost track of time, his eyelids drooping like a saint experiencing ecstasy.

“Do you know why she calls me Samuel?”

Dean flashed open his eyes, a blissful, lost expression on his face, barely remembering Sam was waiting for him to answer, and shaking his head no in the end.

“Because she knows Sammy’s already taken.”

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest (Part 3)

Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest 2023:

daybreak, nightfall, & the moments that happen in between by gemgirl28 - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco’s relationship is too new to tell any of their friends, but that hasn’t stopped him from finding a place in her life. She finds she quite enjoys starting and ending her days with him at her side. The thought should scare her, but staying away sounds worse.

on-again, off-again by sodamnrad - E, one-shot - Granger, Why does everyone think we’re dating? - Draco I’m handling it. –Hermione That doesn’t answer my question. Hermione starts a rumour, and Draco winds up with a pretend girlfriend. And when they break up, they can't help but get back together again, and again, and again.

Rivers of Whiskey and Honey by charingfae - E, one-shot - Draco has been pretending to date Hermione for two months and four days. Which, in his mind, is two months and four days too long, and one eternity short of long enough. He isn't prepared to run into her on his solo morning walk after their latest 'date'. Or for her to trail her fingers down his arm and lean in to kiss him... Cozy, fluffy, smut.

The Professor and the Librarian by So_scarlett_maroon - E, one-shot - The first time Draco saw her, she was sitting in a reading nook, flipping through a children's book. The sun was shining through the windows behind her, lighting up her brown curls to show off their golden highlights. He felt drawn to her. He wanted to walk right up and say hello that second, but Scorpius pulled him down an aisle. “I need a bunny book Dad!” he said, as he tugged Draco’s hand. --- Draco is back in the UK after years spent in France at Beauxbatons. He sees a woman at the Rowena Ravenclaw Public Wizarding library and is desperate to know more about her.

Natural As A Dream by simplifiedemotions - M, one-shot - She knows, she knows, she knows, and still she falls asleep in the comfort of his warm body, only waking up briefly so that he can take her home. She knows, she knows, she knows, that as he tucks her into bed and takes off her heels that he’s only being a good friend, so much as Draco Malfoy can be a friend to anyone. She closes her eyes and lets sleep take her, wishing that the hand that softly strokes her cheek is real. Or: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy yearn for each other over the course of ten-plus years and several weddings.

Mayhem in a Maelstrom by Emma Jordan Hart (Wailzy) - E, one-shot - Near Halloween, the trio get stranded in an empty barn during a thunderstorm. Dreomione PWP, muggle!AU [Draco Hermione x Theo]

behind the façade of friendship by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger was pretty sure that the deal settled between herself and her previously named "sworn enemy", Draco Malfoy, was a good idea. Friends with benefits always went one hundred per cent the way you wanted to and always worked out for the couple, right? The movies were proof that feelings would never develop and yet, of course, Hermione was stupid for thinking that things would be fine if Draco and Hermione just slept together. No strings attached. Yet, feelings were bubbling, the beginnings of everything that could destroy everything Hermione and Draco had tried hiding from each other.

Castle of glass by pinkhairandbooks - E, one-shot - His eyes stayed glued to the sky for less than two minutes before they slid back to the witch who had been ruling all his thoughts for years. He couldn’t stop himself: no matter how hard he tried his eyes always found her, even among a crowd of her doppelgangers his gaze would land on her, as if attracted by a magnet. The witch was curled up on her side, her right shoulder rising and lowering due to her regular breaths and, watching her so helpless and relaxed while sleeping, suddenly the urge to give in to his worst impulses became too strong. He drank three more long sips of Firewhisky and then stood up, checking to make sure that all the other participants in that sort of bonfire were asleep before stealthily approaching Granger’s sleeping bag

Catch and Release by WillowingScribe1709 - M, one-shot - Hermione and Draco meet at a farmer's market on a cold, rainy November morning. Coincidence? Surely not. Once he catches her, he has her. Let the chase begin!

Pulling Leaves Off Trees by hauntedde (excitedde) - M, one-shot - Hermione and Draco find each other across four Autumns. A scent obsessed little love story.

Home Sweet Hogsmeade by flowerfem - E, one-shot - Hermione didn't hesitate to return to Hogwarts for Eighth Year but when Draco Malfoy became her roommate, things became interesting. A short story focused on the immaculate vibes of first term at Hogwarts. Prompts: rain soaked, lingerie, roommates

Lovely Plan by VineHawthorn - E, one-shot - Jealous Hermione encounters a very smug Draco and smut ensues.

This fest is ongoing.