#hanneswrites

[sodatank]

this is my @dcmksecretsanta gift for @hanneswrites! i hope you enjoy some akako/aoko snuggles for the holidays!

[cartoonsbyandie]

So I’ve been podficcing a little bit! I have a couple that I may post, if only to send links to the original authors who might wanna hear it. This one was pure comfort food for me though-- the fic was my DCMK Secret Santa gift last year and I love it so much, so here’s my reading.

Written by @hanneswrites! Read on Tumblr Read on AO3

[dc-secret-gift-exchange]

From: @terrible-art-blog

Happy Holidays @hanneswrites !

[hanneswrites]

the hightlight of my lowlife

Pairings: Kuwabara Kazuma/Urameshi Yusuke/Kurama/Hiei  

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 974

Summary/Tags: OT4: Hiei/Kurama/Yusuke/Kazuma Domestic Fluff. What more could you ever need? || Post Series; Kuwabara & Kurama are in college & they all live together.

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Kuwabara was tired. So tired, in fact, that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open as he walked home from campus. His head lulled to the side as he yawned, very nearly walking into a kid in front of him. Finals were taking a lot out of him, he would be the first to admit, and the fact that Urameshi hadn’t been back to their apartment last night wasn’t exactly helping things either. Just as Kuwabara leaned up against a pole to catch his bearings and make sure he was, in fact, heading in the correct direction toward home, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Kuwabara tensed, ready to summon his sword if --

“Calm down, it’s just me.” Kurama’s voice came from behind him, a mischievous grin on his face, “Finals got you down?” The light for the crosswalk turned green and they both made their way across the road, Kurama’s hand guiding him gently on his lower back.

“I’m fine.” Kazuma ran a hand over his face, relaxed now that Kurama was with him, “Have you heard from Yusuke yet?”

Kurama frowned and shook his head, “Unfortunately, no. I think Hiei went to look for him this morning, but neither of them were home when I got back from class.”

Kazuma hummed in response, his eyes drooping as they rounded the corner. Only three more blocks until they were home, but his legs felt like lead blocks.

“I can carry you if you want.” Kurama chuckled, arm wrapping further around Kazuma’s waist to support more of his weight. And on any other day, Kazuma would have glared at him and offered some sort of comeback about how he’s not a child, but today? Today he just leaned into Kurama’s touch and let himself be lifted off his feet.

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When Kuwabara woke, it was already dark outside. He was all wrapped up in bed and unfortunately alone. The clock on the nightstand read 19:00. He’d been asleep for six hours and no one had woken him. That wasn’t a good sign - probably meant Hiei and Yusuke weren’t back yet - which immediately had his nerves on edge. Stretching out his muscles, Kazuma quickly changed into some lounge pants and an old t-shirt, and headed down to the kitchen. Something smelled good - like spices and seared meat, carried along with a hint of rose that meant Kurama was the one in the kitchen. Not that Kazuma didn’t already know that.

Kurama was situated in front of the stovetop, stirring something in a large pot. He met Kazuma’s eyes for a moment and then looked down, his mouth set in a worried frown.

“Dinner’s almost ready.” Kurama motioned toward the cabinets, an unspoken invitation to begin setting the table. Kazuma nodded, pulling four bowls from the cupboard and settling them down on each of their placemats, just as Kurama pulled the pot off the burner. They worked in sync to set the rest of the table, a pattern well-worn with time, even if they were missing two of their partners. When everything was ready, Kurama sat across from him, placed his hand over Kazuma’s for a moment, and squeezed. He smiled, reassuring, even though both of them were worried that maybe this was the day that someone might not come back.

They settled in the living room after dinner, Kurama laying heavy into Kazuma’s side, his head resting on his shoulder as they watched the evening news. It was quiet, and after half-an-hour of nothing but drivel from the newscaster ( no accidents, fiery car crashes, strange lightning, or the like) Kazuma changed the channel over to something a little more entertaining to take the edge off. The combination of finals kicking his ass for a whole three weeks and finally coming home to two of his partners missing was making his stomach all topsy-turvy. Eikichi curled up in his lap a few minutes later and he smiled and gave her some head pats. She purred and rubbed her cheek against his hand before settling down, kneading at the blanket over his legs. He was still so tired, and the warmth from both Eikichi and Kurama had his eyes drooping soon enough.

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When Kazuma woke again, morning sunlight was filtering in through the blinds of the living room and Eikichi was still curled up in his lap, little paws shielding her eyes from the sun. Kurama was still leaning against him, cuddled snug into Kazuma’s side, but Hiei was now flopped over the other end of the couch, fingers lazily intertwined with Kurama’s in their sleep. Hiei looked insanely peaceful, all snuggled up with a throw blanket haphazardly covering him. Yusuke was nowhere in sight, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t home - if Hiei hadn’t been able to bring him back he’d have woken them. And just as the slight unrest of not seeing Yusuke was settling over him, Kazuma heard the tell-tale click of the coffee pot being switched on followed by the smell of Yusuke’s favorite dark roast. A quiet sound of pans clinking and Yusuke swearing softly under his breath, and Kazuma was carefully wiggling out from under Kurama and apologizing to Eikichi as he placed her on the floor.  

Yusuke’s back was to him, cooking away something on the stovetop. Kazuma smiled and walked over to him, wrapping his arms around Yusuke’s waist and kissing his neck.

“We were worried about you, idiot. Where’ve you been?” He rested his chin on Yusuke’s shoulder, glancing absently down at what Yusuke was cooking. Fried eggs, nothing too exciting, but enough for all four of them to eat.

“Yeah, yeah. Hiei already reamed me for making you guys worry, you don’t have to lecture me twice.” Yusuke huffed, leaning back into Kazuma as he flipped the eggs, “You wanna go wake them up while I get everything ready for breakfast?”

Kazuma grinned and kissed his cheek, “Yeah, I’ll get ‘em up.”

[the-red-butterfly]

The Teachings of the Queen

Oropher, Melina & Thranduil (Tolkien universe)

TRSB slide #77

Here's my first TRSB (@tolkienrsb) entry, born from a headcanon I've always liked, which is that, judging from the Hobbit, it seems to me like a lot of the magic its put there by Thranduil. Well, what if it was Melian who taught him about it?

Also, papa Oropher is supervising but Melian's birds are harassing him (but it's all in good fun don't worry).

It was claimed by @hanneswrites who I can already tell is so talented despite having red but a bit of their story 😭❤️

.

Open for Commissions

[myslashyvalentine]

The MSV Reveal is Here!

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

The big day is finally here and we have an archive with many, many great stories for you to read. This has been My Slashy Valentine's biggest year yet and we could not have done it without every one of you! Congratulations to all our new writers who completed their first swap: Bird, Celsius, elennalore, Ellis, hanneswrites, Heather/Headwig1010, Heather/ohboromir, HeavenOnFire, HewerOfCaves, Hísimirë, iri, Ismene, JazTheBard, kotaka_kun, likethenight, Lithgaeril, Mai, Melesta, Mirien Silowende/Eryn Götz, Pixie, Rats, Rowan Henry, Roselightfairy, Sam, Sebastian, Shadow, Thehufflepuffhobbit, UnknownLifeform, and Verecunda.

Our pinch hitters ensured everyone had a Valentine today, so special shout out to Zhie, Tehhumi and Narya who handled last minute pinch hits with aplomb. You guys are amazing! This has been our biggest group of newcomers yet, please check out their stories and make them feel welcome. Huge thanks as well to all our wonderful veterans who continue to participate and make this swap a vibrant part of the Tolkien community.

And now, for your reading enjoyment… My Slashy Valentine 2022: The Master List! AdmirableMonster wrote King and Lark for Ismene Aglarien wrote In a Heartbeat for Senalishia Aipilosse wrote Don't Carry It All for unknownlifeform Alexcat wrote Mithril and Gold for Jade Argie Jandrew wrote Love's healing flamefor Alex Arvalier wrote From the Beginning for Sylanna Bird wrote Midsummer Thaw for Heather/Headwig1010 Celsius wrote Calm seas for just_one_iota ChrissyStriped wrote Second Lives, Second Chances for Nuedhel crownlessliestheking wrote creation's favored companions for Sebastian elennalore wrote Your Gravity Is Pulling Me Closer for HeavenOnFire elfscribe wrote The White Tree for SkyEventide Ellis wrote into forever, farwell and farewell for red_lasbelin Elvie wrote out of dreams into the sun for raiyana Fey wrote My World for Beth Grace wrote Would That I for hennethgalad Grundy wrote The Beginning of A Beautiful Friendship for lynndyre hanneswrites wrote poppies for likethenight Heather/Headwig1010 wrote Splinters for Ellis Heather/ohboromir wrote Flowers After Spring for Libby HeavenOnFire wrote To Ashes for astorey_91 hennethgalad wrote "If we shadows have offended" for Pixie HewerOfCaves wrote Ages of Secrets for Lithgaeril Hísimirë wrote The Worth of Values for Mai ignoblebard wrote Echoes in Eternity for UnnamedElement iri wrote Lean into the wind for Bird Ismene wrote And Now I Hear a Symphony for elennalore Jade wrote Dinner and Dessert for Phyncke JazTheBard wrote Party of Two for Rats just_one_iota wrote from the high heavens for Rowan Henry Katrina wrote Promise for keiliss keiliss wrote A Glint of Gold for red_lasbelin kotaka_kun wrote fellowship of the night for Roselightfairy LadyLaran wrote Unexpected Laughter for Arvalier Libby wrote and you look at me like i was someone else for Hísimirë likethenight wrote Until You No Longer Need Me for Verecunda Lithgaeril wrote A Meeting of Minds (and Hearts) for LadyLaran lynndyre wrote Tyrn Gorthad for Mirien Silowende / Eryn Götz Mai wrote Stone Heart for Grace mangacrack wrote The Work of my Hands for Nuinzilien Mawgy wrote Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder for Tabru Melesta wrote Monster for iri Mirien Silowende / Eryn Götz wrote Fanning the flames for HewerOfCaves ♥ Narya wrote Seeing Stars for SatiricalDraperies Nuinzilien wrote Crafting a Future for JazTheBard Nuredhel wrote From these hands... for mangacrack Oshun wrote The Pastry Shop for Samtyr phyncke wrote Aftermath for Melesta Pixie wrote Across the Sea for Mawgy RaisingCaiin wrote we always knew we would be lost at sea for Ignoblebard raiyana wrote I spoke no words (I called your name) for ChrissyStriped Rats wrote Anniversary in Springtime for Shadow red_lasbelin wrote look for you in daylight for Aglarien Rowan Henry wrote Hold Your Fire for AdmirableMonster Roselightfairy wrote broken bodies, steadfast hearts for kotaka_kun Sam wrote Our Love will Never Drought for Fey Samtyr wrote Heir Conditioning for Tinure SatiricalDraperies wrote Flux (Always) for Elvie Sebastian wrote Aftermaths for crownlessliestheking Senalishia wrote A Bed of Thorns for Aipilosse Shadow wrote Golden Bride & Silver Queen for Grundy starlightwalking wrote Treasures Most Precious for Sam Sylanna wrote Ideas of Light for starlightwalking Tabru wrote i-rad ely for elfscribe ♥ Tehhumi wrote when you left in the dead of the night for Heather/ohboromir Thehufflepuffhobbit wrote If You're With Me, Then Everything's Alright for hanneswritess Tinure wrote Alone until we weren't for Celsius UnknownLifeform wrote Look at me for Katrina Ysilme wrote Water Under The Bridge for Argleena Verecunda wrote To Paths That Lead Home for thehufflepuffhobbit ♥ Zhie wrote Zwischenzug for RaisingCaiin ♥ Zhie wrote Indulgences for Oshun ♥ Zhie wrote Elrond Peredhel's Second Best Tea Blend East of the Sea for Ysilme

————— ♥ denotes a pinch hit or a treat. A big thank you to our pinch hitters this round; they stepped up to make sure everyone got a Valentine's Day story! Special thanks to Zhie for last minute saves executed with grace..If you need a link to the full collection, it is right here: 2022 My Slashy Valentine Collection Happy Valentine’s day, everyone! Please be sure to thank your writers. Red and Kei The MSV Mods

[saintmairon]

Firelight -- TRSB 2021

read it here | full artwork here

a collaboration between myself @saintmairon and @hanneswrites here on tumblr!!

rating: E

warnings: no warnings apply

relationships: Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor/Sauron | Mairon

characters: Sauron | Mairon, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Gothmog (Lord of Balrogs), Thuringwethil (Tolkien)

word count: 5006

blurb: Mairon & Melkor get married and have an overall fluffy time. Featuring Wedding Fluff & Wedding Night Shenanigans.

@tolkienrsb

[hillibillibob]

A colored sketch commission for my wonderful sister @hanneswrites

[cursedhue]

@hanneswrites Happy Valentine’s day! I know it’s already April, but I finished my gift to you! Please forgive me that it is very late. I wanted to write, but I didn’t have time, so I drew, but I was dumped with projects, academic and not, so it got really pushed back. But it’s here now! :D

[shirpowbra]

commissioned by @/hanneswrites on instagram I tried making a comic using my lineless style so hopefully it looks okay.

[cockneydio]

🎄JJBA Secret Santa🎄 ((Fic)) “Close To You”

Happy Boxing Day to the lovely and talented @hanneswrites! This is my first time writing Giomis seriously, and I had to take the opportunity to do a little Hurt/Comfort because hey, but also Getting Together because Hey!

Inspired in part by this amazing gorgeous emotional piece by @/robobesito on Twitter. I haven’t stopped thinking about this all month, and I’ve been trying to craft something even remotely close to what this art makes me feel. 

I hope you like it, and the version I’m sure I’m going to rewrite in a month because I’m an obsessive disaster 🤗

TITLE: Close To You

FANDOM: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Part 5)

PAIRING: Giorno Giovanna/Guido Mista

RATING: M for heavy themes, but T+ content-wise

WARNINGS: Religion & Church stuff but with a whole lot of poetic license, Christmas, Holidays, post-canon (spoilers), mention of past child abuse

SUMMARY: Giorno Giovanna and Guido Mista have vastly different associations with the last month of the year. December 2001 promises to be the most challenging one of their young lives. But maybe, together, they can get through it.

Close To You

The holidays were going to suck this year.

Guido Mista loved them, usually. The countdown to Christmas started with a party on his birthday, December 3rd. His sisters and their friends would spend all day making sweets and decorating, and in the evening the whole neighborhood would come over with food and presents and tell Mista what a fine man he was becoming and praise the good care he took of his mom and the girls. The rest of the month was a bustle of celebration and activity - building care packages for the needy, taking the nonnas to mass, getting a lira here or there for being such a good boy. That wasn't the point though, he'd remind himself. This is the time for giving, Guido, his father once said. Give of yourself to your neighbor and he will give you thanks. Give of yourself to God and He will give you His blessing. 

After his father was gone, Mista tried to live his life with something like that principle in mind. Even when caring for his neighbor yielded him not thanks but a life sentence. Even when his deepest prayers went unanswered. He was saved, eventually, but condemned to the only life a condemned man could lead, at the cost of all of those things he used to love. No more neighbors or family. 

How strange it was, then, that that December would be the most special of his life. Not six months out of prison, and there he was surrounded by a ragtag assembly of boys just as screwed up or screwed as him, all raising a glass to his 18th birthday. Mista wouldn't dare call them family, too macho for sentimental shit like that. But all five of them, perched here and there on mismatched furniture in the cold air, forgetting for a second the job that brought them together - it sure as hell felt like home. 

Giorno Giovanna never really understood them. Even ten years living in a Catholic country hadn't inured him to the idea of virgin birthdays and supposedly wise men bringing gold and perfume to a baby they didn't know. He figured out quickly that visits to church around this time were mostly for appearances - mom in a demure dress that for once didn't show the skin on her chest, stepfather shaved clean and in his best suit, Giorno in any suit - the façade of a happy family. But Giorno would live the truth after every mass, hours of sermons that seemed like attacks on his stepfather's very character distilled into rage he could take out on Giorno's hide. Not in the face, mother would say. We have pictures in the morning.

Boarding school showed him the more festive side of Christmas. Big pine trees popped up all over campus, and this club or that would claim each one to decorate. It seemed pointless, to Giorno. The trees were dead, chopped down in their prime, needles' green prolonged with a bit of sugar water for a few weeks of merriment, then tossed into the furnace.

Only kids like him, who didn't go home around this time, knew about that last part. The kids who weren't like him returned in January with new things, handheld video games that were always confiscated by the end of the month, casual clothes for dates with friends, their own cell phones. Giorno never got new things. 

The holidays were going to suck, this year. 

For Giorno, Christmastime carried the weight of expectation. Despite his youth, Don Giovanna was now capo of capos, established as a leader of the people, in his mentor's image. The community would be scandalized, his new and fragile reputation tarnished perhaps forever, if he made even the slightest misstep during this time. He needed to relearn everything he'd blissfully forgotten about Christmas, and pretend to care about it. 

For Mista, every passing day in December would hammer home the gulf of loss he'd suffered in such a short span of his young life. His family had disowned him. The makeshift family he'd built from scratch was gone. There was nothing to celebrate, no one to share the joy. 

Almost.

It happened by accident, as the best things often do. The sound of butchered Latin caught Mista's ear one evening, and he couldn't help but investigate. After hours, after Giorno grew weary of the sycophants and dismissed everyone for the day, he and the turtle-bound spirit of Jean Pierre Polnareff began the study session: what prayers to say when, how to carry the tune of the most important hymns. Giorno was mostly hopeless, but it was a valiant effort. And a devastatingly funny one, to Guido Mista.

You would ask the French turtle for help before your purebred Roman Catholic gunman?

Criticism in the guise of playful banter, the kind only Mista could speak to the Don and leave with his tongue intact. 

I believe I've heard you calling for God a time or two, but I think that's what the Pope would call blasphemy.

That sort of innuendo, just on the near side of flirtation, that had been torturing Mista for months on end. 

Giorno acquiesced, and proved to be a better study with devoted company. Stories of Mista's childhood trickled out with each lesson, anecdotes at first, to help ground the arcane ceremonial stuff in something tangible. But they turned into something else before either of them knew it. Prayer books would lie forgotten on the table in favor of mulled wine and talk about what life was like before all this.

When I was your age, Mista would say.

You mean, like, two years ago? Giorno would point out. And the absurdity of their station in life, master and protector of all of Campania's criminal underground, would make them laugh, put things in perspective, if only for a little while.

And it helped Mista forget, a bit, about December 3rd. His birthday came and went this year, much like Giorno's, unnoticed, too much to do and deadlines everywhere. Don Giovanna had engagements daily, showing the magnanimity of Passione's new regime with gifts to orphanages, taking communion in congregations where certain politicians and businessmen needed a wake-up call. And of course, Giorno performed flawlessly. Christmas Day barely even registered amid the flurry of activity; in a way, just like old times.

But there was still something missing. Those stories Mista told only went up to the year 2000. There were old times that weren't so old, traditions that were cut short before they even had a chance to begin, and reminiscing beyond Me and the guys would hang out on the balcony... was too much to ask. 

One last holiday, this year. And Giorno was going to make certain it wouldn't suck. 

I'd like to thank you for tutoring me, Mista. It was an invitation, not a statement of gratitude, and one Mista knew he couldn't dismiss out of modesty. 

Ten o'clock on New Year's Eve, the limousine approached the lakeside cottage he'd been calling home for the last six months. Inside was a warmly dressed Giorno Giovanna, casual but crisp. 

I could have walked up to the villa. 

Nonsense. You're my guest this evening.

The only words the pair would exchange, for now. Mista, focusing his attention out the window, curious. Giorno, grateful for the opportunity to kill the doubts in his head. As soon as the car made the turn for the shitty part of downtown, Mista got the clue. 

Why are we going to my old place? Unless you're taking me for Sam's Spaghetti... 

Mista hadn't been to his apartment since he tore through in April, collecting the few personal items that mattered and closing the door on the memories it contained. Giorno had the foresight to keep it, though. Bought the entire building, in fact, mostly to forestall anyone who might like to dig for leftover dirt. 

I have a surprise. Usually that would be enough. But- I hope you're ok with it...

The first thing Mista noticed inside was the state of affairs. It looked exactly the same as it did the day he left, as chaotic and messy as ever. He smiled to himself, oddly grateful Giorno didn't take it upon himself to tidy up. Because the next thing he noticed were the signs that Giorno had been here earlier. A candelabra with three white candles glowed in the window. Familiar music played on the ancient record player Mista had regretted not grabbing. And the French doors to the balcony were open, welcoming Mista back to the place where Me and the guys would never congregate again. 

But Giorno couldn't have brought him here just to break his heart. A look over his shoulder for explanation revealed a nervous kid who was in too deep to back out now, squeezing the neck of a classical guitar and staring back at Mista with the intensity of the sun. 

Mista took up his favorite seat on the balcony, waiting for Giorno to finish setting up whatever was left of the surprise he had in store. The record player stopped, skipped around, then spun that wonderful anticipatory silence before sound. Giorno timed it out, made it to the balcony and picked up the guitar with a moment to spare for a deep breath before strumming along to the delicate piano chords Mista would know anywhere.

Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near...

Giorno barely made it through the second verse before the tears started to fall from Mista's face. He forged on, determined to say what was in his heart, but there was no fighting the frog in his own throat. They sat there on the balcony, sobbing silently into the cold December air, finally letting themselves feel all the things they'd been too busy or stubborn or devastated to feel. And then Mista was on his feet, pulling Giorno into his chest like a lifering. 

I love you, too.

They held each other as the clock struck midnight, signaling a new year, new times, new love. 

[nakamurareia]

merry christmas @hanneswrites!! here’s your @dcmksecretsanta gift!!

bonus:

[sagurus]

For Saguru, knowing Kuroba is an impossible want, but he's getting closer all the time. If only Kuroba wouldn't let him in only to pull back time and time again.

Here’s my gift for @hanneswrites for the @dcmksecretsanta event! There's a bit more yet to come but I figured it was time to put up what I've finished.

As a side to the gift, this is the playlist I wrote to, which heavily influenced the narrative arc.

[hanneswrites]

gotta go back in time

Pairings: Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Rating: T

Word Count: 365

Summary/Tags: A witch sends Sam back in time & he meets someone he thought he'd never see again. || Past, but Established Sam/Gabriel, Accidental Time Travel, Episode: s02e18 Tall Tales

Written for @gabriel-spn-bingo Square filled: Time Travel.

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Sam groaned as he picked himself up from the floor, his wrist stinging as he put pressure on it - probably a strain, hopefully not a break. He blinked, realized that he was no longer in a warehouse, and the witch that had been less than three feet from him was gone as well. There was speckled linoleum beneath his fingers and as Sam took a look around, he noticed he was in a hallway that looked oddly familiar. He remembered this - the tan brick walls, the old wooden display cases, the stairway at the end of the corridor, and as he turned, he heard the telltale sound of a spring-lock door opening behind him.

And then? A fond click of a tongue and an all-too-familiar voice called out to him, “Did you get lost there, detective?” Sam’s heart was in his throat in an instant.

"Gabe?" Sam whispered, turning and moving toward him faster than he probably should have, with his head still spinning from being knocked around by that witch. But it’s Gabriel , here, now, right in front of him, and Sam couldn’t help but reach out for him as he stumbled closer. Gabriel took a step back, his eyes wide and his trademark grin quickly transformed into a frightened scowl. He was wearing a navy jumpsuit, his hair shorter than the last time Sam had seen him, but that didn’t matter now.

"What?" Gabriel breathed, taking another step back, but Sam had him, his fingers closing around his wrist. Sam pulled him close, his face buried in Gabriel's hair the instant they made contact. And it only occurred to him moments later, how strange the situation was.  How he'd been in a warehouse minutes before, and yet now he stood in a university corridor, his dead lover cradled in his arms. And he remembered, then, why this place looked so familiar. He looked down, his heart still pounding in his throat, expecting to see a demon, a ghost, or some eldritch monstrosity in place of where Gabriel had just been. Instead, Gabriel threw him, quite literally, into a wall, and all Sam heard before he blacked out was the sound of snapping fingers.

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[spncanonbigbang]

Masterpost 2019

That’s a wrap on SPN Canon Big Bang 2019! You'll find the list of this year’s bangs below the cut.

Thank you to everyone who participated!

Enjoy, and see you in January 2020!

| 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020

Cleanse the Waters by li_izumi | art by ThePlaidFox

16,4; Teen and Up Audiences; Castiel/Dean Winchester

Castiel’s multitude of sins haunt him in ways all too human, but water cannot cleanse him when he is drowning in his own guilt. Over the years, he’s tried to ignore his fear–after all, no one needs a broken angel–but he keeps failing and needing to be saved by those he should be saving. If Castiel is ever to be absolved, he must overcome his fear and walk into the water alone.

It’s All In The Eyes by YokubouNoRain.  | art by Leafzelindor. 

5k; Teen and Up Audiences; Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester

When Sam took the Baozhu pearl on his hands, he didn’t realize what his truly wish was until that moment and Dean didn’t seem to be happy with Sam’s wish.

Heaven is a Place on Earth by kaianieves | art by pimentogirl

19,5k; Teen and Up Audiences; Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle

Charlie Bradbury has been on the road for as long as she can remember, couch to couch and car to car. Parties, drinking- they’ve never been her favourite things, but they’ve been there. She’s never considered any place her home, though. Until she arrived at Harvelle’s Roadhouse. Until she met Jo.

how many years i’ve missed you by hanneswrites | art by deanirae

5,1k; Teen and Up Audiences; Gabriel/Sam Winchester, (unrequited) Becky Rosen/Sam Winchester

Sam has been in a relationship with Gabriel for almost two years now, so when Gabriel gets a call from Sam saying he’s getting married to someone other than himself, he’s rightfully pretty confused.

At Any Cost by klove0511​ | art by leafzelindor​

18,1k; Explicit; Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

When Sam came back from Hell, he felt different. He couldn’t put his finger on what had changed, but the buzzing under his skin was definitely new. It didn’t matter, though. Whatever it was, Dean would help him figure it out. The only problem was that Dean is happily retired in Indiana with Lisa. He deserved that happiness; Sam should just let him have that, right?

A Brother’s Mission by Clowns_or_Midgets | art by Zolaliz

16,6k; Teen and Up Audiences; Gen

When Dean and Castiel disappear after killing Dick Roman, Sam knows it’s going to take sacrifice to get them back. After an appointment with Doctor Robert that is almost his last, he finds someone to help. In return for joining a fight against the King of Hell he can have twenty-four hours in Purgatory to find his brother and friend. It’s a straight swap, a chance, and Sam takes it. It’s what you do for family.

Angel Cuddles by noiproksa | art by love-nakamura

5,5k; Teen and Up Audiences; Castiel/Dean Winchester

Angels need a lot of physical contact, especially when in a human vessel. - Dean is determined to give Cas the ‘physical contact’ he requires. Cas is more than suspicious when suddenly, Dean starts touching him more and more.

Red and Gold by sarasaurussex | art by deanirae and pimentogirl

25,9k; Explicit; Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Crowley/Gabriel, Crowley/Gabriel/Sam Winchester, background Castiel/Dean Winchester

Back from the dead and acting strange, Gabriel finds himself in debt to Crowley. In order to free himself he must fulfill a contract by spying on the Winchesters, who are trying to shut the Gates of Hell. But after Sam catches Gabriel spying on him in the shower (naturally), the contract is voided and Gabriel finds himself enslaved to Crowley as payment. Sam figures out Gabriel’s deal with the devil and tries to help, but ends up caught up in it himself. Eventually, Sam and Crowley discover the cause of Gabriel’s strange behavior, and the unlikely trio of heroes and villains come together to save their favorite feathered frenemy from an even greater threat.

When In Lebanon by smalltrolven | art by winchesterchola

9,4k; Explicit; Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

Sam has some unfinished business with the teddy bear from the Lebanon pawn shop. Since the pearl didn’t work on getting Michael out of Dean, maybe the bear can get the job done.

Angels with Dirty Faces by BurningWicker | art by Anyrei

18,8k; Mature; Gadreel/Sam Winchester, mentions of Dean/Cas

Sam finds a case just a handful of hours away from the bunker, doesn’t exactly lie to his brother, and takes off all on his own to investigate a pair of dead twins. He finds himself knee-deep in a mysterious set of coincidences including lottery wins, an amnesiac angel, and a bartender with a knowing smirk and a sweet tooth.

Mr. Blue Sky by anyrei & mugglerock | art by Huntress79

111k; Explicit; Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Claire Novak/Kaia Nieves

The British Men of Letters had done a pretty thorough job ridding the world of monsters. With Sam already out of the life, living with Eileen in California, Dean and Cas are faced with a new predicament. What to do with the rest of their lives? 

Clearly the only logical option was to try out the apple pie life thing as two best friends, right?

Wrong Reality by AvalonSilver | art by Cross-Roads-Blues

20,2k; Teen and Up Audiences; Gen

With Sam near death following the failed Third Trial, Dean calls for Castiel to come. Castiel manages to heal Sam. Soon, they are faced with the consequences of Castiel’s actions. Sam and Dean are placed in another reality with seemingly simple instructions. Unfortunately, the brothers soon find out what they need to do to set things right is anything but simple. As Sam and Dean face down another apocalypse, they need to persuade this other reality’s Jimmy Novak to sacrifice himself. 

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List of creations below the cut.

A Kissing Story by @nickelkeep​ for morrigan (eliza_sugarcane)

Dean is nursing a cold and because he wants to make sure his immune system stays up to snuff, he refuses to let Cas heal him. Cas plays along and heals him in the old fashion way. With Orange Juice, Chicken Noodle Soup... and a Bedtime Story?

General Rating

Tags: Fairy Tale Retelling,  Domestic Fluff, Established Destiel, Story within a Story, The Princess Bride References

Pearl Diving and Other Magical Acts by @drawlight​ for JessJessTheBest

There are no such things as fairytales. Except maybe the one about the angel with the human heart. How does it go? Oh yes, that's right, Once Upon A Time.

Teen Rating

Tags: Soulmates, True Love, Pining, Fairytale Elements, The Snow Queen Elements

Turning Pages by @tobythewise​ for saltnhalo

When Dean and Castiel find themselves thrust into the pages of a storybook, Dean has flashbacks of Gabriel's tricks. He assumes that if he can go through with how the story is supposed to be told, he can navigate himself back out. But can he really go through with what the Book expects him to do? OR The one where Dean attempts to be Prince Charming five times and fails and the one time Castiel succeeds.

General Rating

Tags: Canon Divergent, True Love's kiss, Fairytale elements, Crack treated Seriously

I Found by @unholy-wine​ for Jess [thatpeculiarone]

On the day his new neighbor moves in, Dean finds a plant on the sidewalk in front of his house. Perhaps it’s generous to call it a plant: it’s small, and doesn’t seem like it has much of a life left without interference. He hesitates. Maybe the plant is his neighbor's. He should go ask.

Teen Rating

Tags: Fluff, Witch!Cas

With Conviction by @profound-boning​ for iCeDreams

Once upon a time, a simple encounter changes the course of two boys’ lives forever. It all begins at the market.

General Rating

Tags: No warnings apply, historical au, royalty au, fantasy au, alternating POVs, love at first sight, happy ending

The Hunter and the Angel by @a-insominia​ for snarkysnartes

The monsters are still around, but so is the angel. And on the darkest of nights when your blood could freeze, when you hear a creak on the floorboard, see a shadow at the window, hear a whisper on the wind - that's when he comes, fulfilling a promise he made to the hunter.

Teen Rating

Tags: Major Character Death, Post-Canon, Heavy Angst, Post-Canon, References to Canon, Winchesters in Heaven, Future Fic

The Happiest Place on Earth by thatpeculiarone for robotsnchicks 

Somehow Team Free Will 2.0 end up in Florida and somehow, they end up in Disney World. Dean finds himself in a land of fairy tales and make believe but is ultimately prepared for a day of nightmares. Yet, it turns out Disney World has a lot of surprises.

Teen Rating

Tags: Disney World, First Kiss, Canon Universe, Dean's Fear of Heights

Aladdean by @alessariel​ for profound-boning

There’s no nice way to put it: Dean’s a thief (among other unsavory things). But no matter what the palace guard claims, Dean only steals what he and his brother need to survive. Down on his luck and starving, Dean is approached by a strange man offering him the chance of a lifetime. It’s supposed to be an easy job. What could possibly go wrong? *** After the storm summoned by his rage and desperation had died down, Castiel collapsed on the smooth metallic floor. Castiel‘s mind wandered back to the one thing occupying it since he’d found himself imprisoned here once more. For an ageless being of insurmountable powers it was kind of pathetic how he couldn‘t stop thinking about one lowly, inconsequential human. Only Dean was anything but low or inconsequential, at least to Castiel.

Mature Rating

Tags: Fairytale Fusion, Angst, First Kiss, Wingfic, Djinn!Cas, Mentions of Prostitution, Desperate Dean, no smut, minor Charlie/Meg

Kiss Me Like One Of Your French Frogs by @nox-lee​ for sunny/blueeyesandpie

When a routine hunt goes sideways, Cas is hit with a curse and turned into a frog. Sam and Dean hit the books to find a cure, and Dean finds more than he bargained for.

Teen Rating

Tags: canon universe, fairy tale curses, animal transformation, true love's kiss

(Pillowfort)

Disappear in the Trees by @wildsofourhearts​ for MalMuses

In a library that once entered, can't be exited, Castiel, against his will, works as the lone librarian, doing his best to make the people who wander inside comfortable in their final moments. Forced to weave human lives into storybooks for the library to devour, he hasn't seen the outside world in decades. Enter Dean Winchester. Can the chains of the library hold Castiel with another, more profound, bond forming between he and Dean?

Teen Rating

Tags: Hunter Dean Winchester, Librarian Castiel, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Falling in Love, Hurt Castiel, Protective Dean Winchester

Under the Red Hood by iCeDreams for noxlee

Do not go into the woods, do not go when the moon is full and the wolf howls, hiding in the thicket. Having been under Wolf’s Night for more than ten generations, Dean trained under the Order of the Hunters to slay the wolf that has been taking the children from Chesterford. Donning his red hood, he seeks out this monster to make Silver Ash safe again.

Teen Rating

Tags: Injured Dean Winchester, Mentor/Protégé, Snarky Castiel, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Red Riding Hood,

(Fanfiction.Net)

Of Bears and Dinosaurs by @elizasugarcane​ for canadduh 

Dean sometimes wonders what he did to deserve this.

Teen Rating

Tags: Fluff, parent cas, bedtime story, cute

You Broke Up With Me by turningthepages for Pimmy

"Fairytales ain’t real and if they were I wouldn’t wanna have that shit. I mean who’s that happy all the damn time? If you always have sunshine coming outta your ass then where’s the passion?"

Mature Rating

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers

What All Fairy Tales Have in Common by @blueeyesandpie​ for Insominia

Dean is struck by a sleeping curse, and there doesn't appear to be a cure...

Teen Rating

Tags: Fairytale elements, Sleeping Beauty, angst with a happy ending, canon compliant, Sam feels guilty when he shouldn't

i'm where i'm meant to be by @hanneswrites for usarechan

DeanCas Tangled AU || Fluff Dean has been crushing on Cas since they first met, their feelings come to a head during the yearly Lantern Celebration (from Tangled).

General Rating

Tags: Shipper Sam, Oblivious Dean, Alternate Universe - Tangled (2010), First Kiss, Getting Together

Old Tales Made New by @malmuses for sternchencas

Cas enjoyed a quiet, pleasant life. A little lonely in the love department, perhaps, but he had a pleasant rhythm to his days thanks to running his basement bookstore, Subtext. His days got a pleasant little shake-up when a hurricane blew a fantastically beautiful book-lover into his store; Unfortunately, Dean wasn't from Sioux Falls, and Cas wasn't sure if he was interested in any more than a dry place to pass the time. Obviously, Cas didn't pine. He was far too sensible for that. Or so he told himself.

Teen Rating

Tags: Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Bookstore Owner Castiel, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Mutual Pining, Epistolary, POV Castiel, First Kiss, Awkward Flirting, Castiel recites Shakespeare

Shifting Stories by @malmuses for turningthepages

Gabriel had seen a lot of pining in his time. Over the slow passing of millennia, he’d observed some of the world’s greatest love stories. Antony and Cleopatra. Orpheus and Eurydice. Mary and Joseph, not to toot his own horn. But these two… these two might be the death of him... Gabriel had only been in the bunker three days, but he was already totally done watching Dean and Cas dance around each other, awkwardly no-homoing their way through life. So, he came to a decision. He was going to make them fake it. He might have been a little low on grace, but pocket dimensions and reality manipulation? Child's play, for him! Time for some new roles for Dean and Cas, in their very own fairytales. "Changing Channels" but with fairytales. Or, when Gabriel gets fed up and forces the hunter and the angel to play at getting together... repeatedly.

Teen Rating

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Changing Channels, Fake/Pretend Relationship (or kind of), Dean Winchester Needs to Use Actual Words, Friends to Lovers, Gabriel Ex Machina, Miscommunication

Groundhogs in Sweaters by @saywhatjessie for unholywine (floor)

“You ever think about what our lives would be like if the monsters looked like how they were supposed to?” Or Dean muses over what life could be like and Cas is too cute for words about it.

General Rating

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Canon verse,  fairytales - Freeform Profound Bond Gift Exchange, Crack