#he raises them to be the perfect hunter which gets them killed resurrected killed resurrected and mega traumatized

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S4 E19 Supernatural

JOHN GOD DAMN WINCHESTER! Obviously no hate to Adam or his mom, but JOHN MOTHERFUCKIKG WINCHESTER HAD A SIDE FAMILY? And he went to them enough for them to have framed photos of them all together. Where he is on family trips like hiking and a baseball games? 'iT wAs tO pRoTeCt AdAm' and look where that got him! Dead.

Ok on to other things, Dean still losing at rock paper scissors and throwing his hands up when he lost💀. Sam being left alone with 'Adam' and automatically going "HA I get to be the big brother now! Wanna play with guns?". Them giving Adam a hunters burial. Dean saying SAM is more like John then he will ever be, just all of it.

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I was going through my AO3 bookmarks, and I wanted to organize them a little bit. These are my Dean/Cas canon-ish fic recs.

season 5

canticles  by  2street2car Words: 10,311     Chapters: 1

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

FTBYAM MY BELOVED

post season 6

Someone Who's Feeling For Me  by  ellispark  Words: 45,876     Chapters: 1

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

post bunker

Sun Can't Set Until Nine  by  LeverDrift Words: 67,939     Chapters: 16

Cas moves into the bunker as his powers start to fail. Dean doesn’t know if the arrangement is as permanent as he wants it to be. He's also not sure why he keeps dreaming about his friend. All he knows is that he wants Cas to stay. Overall warnings: canon-typical miscommunication & Dean having self-hatred issues.

Life Skills  by  ilovehowyouletmefall           Words: 26,052     Chapters: 3

After Metatron steals Castiel's grace, and Cas comes to live in the bunker, Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human.  And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Sam Stole My Boyfriend  by  sobsicles    Words: 8,445     Chapters: 1

“Dude, you’ve been staring at me a lot lately, like even enough that Sam noticed. More than usual. So, like, what’s up?” Dean pauses, purses his lips and reconsiders. “What did I do?”

Cas knows that would be a perfect time to confess to Dean what exactly happened and what he was thinking. Maybe, Dean had some insight into the situation or even some kind of comfort to offer. But, the longer that he sat there, he realized that he could not tell Dean absolutely anything. So instead, for the first time, Cas fumbled.

“Um,” Cas mutters and abruptly stands. “Freckles?”

Dean blinked up at him as Cas pivoted and left the room. There was only one remaining option he had and unfortunately, it involved Sam.

Aching in the Absence of You  by  sobsicles Words: 95,090     Chapters: 10

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.

He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.

"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.

By nightfall, Cas is gone.

'Communication'  by  JustAnotherSamlicker Words: 11,656

The same story told from two perspectives.

Dean bought a house and he and Cas fix it up.

Is Dean moving out? Is Cas moving in?

Should they just talk to each other already? (Yes they should)

Build a Home  by  domesticadventures Words: 20,102

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.

He doesn't

season 10

The Most Important Thing  by  NorthernSparrow Words: 94,462     Chapters: 14

Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car? (Canon-divergent from S10E11, when we first met Claire again and Dean was still struggling with the Mark of Cain. Takes places several months later).

season 12

Heroes for Ghosts  by  pantheon_of_discord Words: 42,922     Chapters: 7

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

season 13

i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees)  by  sobsicles   Words: 74,173     Chapters: 8

Dean keeps going back.

When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.

He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.

He likes to talk.

There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.

Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.

Trial and Tribulations of Raising a Nephilim  by  Sickandtiredofyou Words: 14,910   Chapters: 6

Dean has far too much on his plate, losing his mom, his best friend and now being a single parent to a newborn nephilim.

In which Jack is an actual newborn instead of a teenager.

post season 13

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination)  by  sobsicles           Words:     108,427     Chapters:     4

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next.

Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want."

"What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before."

"Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out."

"Easier said than done."

Reasons to read this:

Dean reads a story that ends like despair and his reaction is FUCK THAT

Cas wears Dean's hoodie

Jack is a toddler

The Jack and Claire sibling energy we deserve

Eileen being awesome and pulling pranks with Dean while Sam thinks she's an angel

Sam knows

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE IN LOVE

First Date  by  aeli_kindara Words: 8,968    Chapters: 1

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

Also known as the Dean Winchester makes the first move fic.

season 14

Broken Road  by  thegeminisage Words:     109,629     Chapters:     7

A 14.13 Lebanon rewrite. When Dean uses a wish-granting pearl to try and kill the archangel Michael before he can escape the cage in Dean's head, they instead wind up with a newly-resurrected John Winchester.

It's been more than a decade since John died, and a lot has changed: Mary is alive, Sam and Dean have what passes for a proper home in the Men of Letters Bunker, and they're living with angels. John doesn't know angels are real, he doesn't know about the fragile new relationship between Dean and Castiel, and most of all, he doesn't know that Dean said yes to Michael, or that Dean's plan to defeat Michael would send him to a fate worse than death.

Now Dean must contend with both his father asking questions he can't answer, and his loved ones learning about the darker truths of his childhood, all while constantly battling the archangel trapped inside him. But Dean coming to terms with his history may be the difference between this being the beginning of a journey—or the end.

post season 15

fools and pilgrims  by  lagaudiere Words: 31,904     Chapters: 2

Claire shows up at the bunker a day before Dean was planning to leave, with her hair cut short and a fresh tattoo on her left arm under a bandage. Chuck is dead, Jack has given up his godlike powers, and Cas is back from the Empty, which doesn't make it any easier for Dean to talk to him. Suddenly finding himself in a world without monsters, supernatural forces, or any need for hunters, Dean's solution is to go on a road trip. Claire tags along.

Dean-Claire mirror fic post Despair

what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now)  by  sobsicles Words: 27,403

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

canon(?) au  (Hunters and Men of Letters)

Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend  by  reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Words: 11,191     Chapters: 1

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

Shot Through The Heart  by  peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) Words: 11,191     Chapters: 1

Dean is a hunter.

Castiel is a Man of Letters.

And even though they have to work together on a regular basis, there is not much sympathy between them. Castiel thinks Dean too brash and reckless while Dean in return sees nothing more in the other man than a rude asshole with an obsessive love for books and a truly terrible fashion sense.

But fate clearly has a funny way of throwing those two together over and over again.

And somewhere along the way feelings change into something neither of them would have expected.

[officialthiamlibrary]

Hi, thank you for all the help before! I’m wondering that is there any fic about Alpha! Theo? Thx!

As promised, here is the second part of the alpha Theo request!

Woohoo by Shipper_Trash (Teen | Complete | 1.1K) Tags: Mpreg, alpha Theo, omega Liam, kid fic, married Thiam Summary: This is a future fic, in the same 'verse as this: Get Together!! A Peek Inside: “Uhhh,” he tries to think how to answer, because if he says yes, then they won’t ever be able to play pillow fights, and that is not something he can let happen. If he says no, he will have to explain and she is too young! This situation shouldn’t have arisen at least until she was well in her teens. Like, 19. Yes, 19 is a perfectly reasonable age to give her the talk.  

What’s Your Deepest Desire by ReignWrites (Explicit | WIP | 15K) Tag: Graphic depictions of violence, alpha Theo, panic attacks, angst and fluff and smut, memory alteration, kidnapped Theo Summary: A new and unknown Supernatural being is wrecking havoc in Beacon Hills when people have been disappearing one by one. The problem has been going on for weeks and worsens when Theo Raeken ends up missing. In a desperate attempt to save the innocent lives of Beacon Hills and put a stop to this monster, Liam Dunbar calls Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski for help despite having departed a few months ago. The last thing Theo remembers is being ambushed by a man with glowing tattoos and blue eyes before being sucked into a fantasy universe. This world is Theo’s happy place and filled with his heart’s deepest desires. Liam’s in love with him, Theo has a comfortable bed to sleep on, he’s a real werewolf, and the alpha of his own pack. A part of him knows this reality is fake, but the way Liam kisses him and looks at him with so much love in his eyes makes Theo stay. He’s finally happy, and he’s forgetting everything about his past life. Will Liam, Scott, and the rest of the puppy pack be able to save Theo, or will they lose him forever to this fake reality? A Peek Inside: Oh, how Theo wishes he’s here for a night shift. He would’ve come into this clinic with a dazzling smile on his face, but he’s only filled with dread. “I was out driving,” he starts and frowns, suddenly becoming uncomfortable. No one knows about his homeless situation, and the fact he was about to sleep near the monster sends a shudder through his body. “And I saw this man dragging a woman’s body in a barn. I went to go check it out, but I saw him—” he cuts himself off.

A tale written with fangs and claws by Former_Princess (Teen | WIP | 488K) Tags: Smut, mates, friends to lovers, alpha Theo, slow build, bisexual Liam Summary: This is a story of a spark getting ignited when nobody thought it would happen. A story about friendship, trust and yes, also about love. About finding your place in the world and figuring out who you really are. This is the story of how Liam Dunbar became an Alpha and got a mate and a whole pack to call his own. This is the story of the Morning Dew Pack. A Peek Inside: Now Liam opened his beer too and raised it. “To Seattle and our new life.”

The way you move by brightsummernights (Teen | WIP | 31K) Tags: Tags vary depending on which oneshot you read (please read them carefully) Summary: My collection of unconnected Thiam one shots. A Peek Inside: He is screwed.

An Empty Barstool by Endraking (Mature | WIP | 29K) Tags: after college, angst, alpha chimera Theo Summary: Scott heads back to Beacon Hills after college to establish his adult life. He has to make a decision with regards to Theo, who has handled protecting Beacon Hills since the pack left for college. This ultimately leads to Theo, and his pack, on the run from an ambitious pack and hunters leaving Scott's pack to deal with the new threats to Beacon Hills. A Peek Inside: Scott shook his head before he glanced over to the chimera.  Theo’s face was still bruised and swollen with a nasty cut that lined the right side of his face, with a few drops of blood collected on the bar.  The chimera wore a beaten smile, a genuine one the alpha took note of, as he picked up his beer and took drink.  Scott nervously grinned as he asked, “Shouldn’t you get that checked out?  I thought you’d heal by now.”

Delirium by hollyster (Explicit | Complete | 5K) Tags: A/B/O dynamics, smut, mates, mating bites, public humiliation, knotting Summary: AU/ In which Theo is the Alpha of the Puppy Pack and Liam his Mate who forgets to take his pills to avoid a surprise heat and, goes into heat while eating a burger at the local grill. (Scott is a true Alpha, Liam's his beta but Theo's mate and omega in his pack) (Theo didn't kill anyone, Scott gave him a bit of his power, he's just a good pal with his own pack) A Peek Inside: "I'm in the car, baby. Everything's gonna be fine, I'm there in ten."

Power by liamschimera (Explicit | Complete | 981) Tags: Major character death, dark Theo, dark Liam, murder, ritualistic sacrifice, resurrection, heavy angst, alpha Theo Summary: “No, you look at me.” Theo snarled, sitting up as best he could as tears fell down his face now. “You watch me bleed out, you watch me die. You spineless fucking coward.” A Peek Inside: The Alpha with his stolen eyes, his stolen pack. He doesn’t know how he fell this far, he doesn’t know how it came to this. All he knows is how it started.

The Boyfriend Experience by ExtraSteps (Explicit | Complete | 52K) Tags: Smut, kidnapping, Liam is an escort Summary: Theo is a self-made alpha werewolf. By day he builds up his business, Raeken Industries and by night he runs the hottest club in LA, Sinema. Alongside his pack, Tracy, Josh, Corey and Hayden, he helps to protect LA. Escorting is so commonplace in this town that Theo doesn’t even blink twice when Derek Hale, another alpha, introduces him to Liam Wolf at Sinema one night. What does surprise him, however, is his immediate and intense attraction to the other man and the realisation that Liam is his mate. Liam's only been a werewolf for four years, having been taken in by Scott and the rest of his pack, but he's been fitting in just fine. Working as an escort under Scott is certainly no hardship, and with his blue eyes and cheeky smile, he's never had to try all that hard to pull new clients. Liam is out with Derek when he introduces him to Theo. He's definitely attracted to the young alpha; Theo's hot and rich, what's not to like? But the name Theo Raeken always seems to be followed by whispers of some unspeakable event, of a past marred in ambiguity. What happened five years ago and why does it still have such a profound effect on the LA packs? A Peek Inside: His gaze was drawn up, to where a balcony hovered over the dance floor. It was hard to see past the lights, but he was pretty sure there was a dark figure shadowed behind them. As Liam squinted up there, he was left with the distinct impression that the man was looking at him as well. He didn’t know why. It was just a feeling shivering down his spine.

those who wait by LovelyLittleGrim (Explicit | Complete | 6.7K) Tags; Dark, manipulation, claiming, biting, smut, alpha Theo Summary: Theo finally gets what he's always wanted. A Peek Inside: Theo breathes in, Liam’s scent surrounds him. The smell of arousal and need fade, turn into something bitter with worry. He closes his eyes and waits, lets his heartbeat settle into something neutral and thinks carefully about everything he had thought out two days prior. All the words in all the right order, in all the right places. All the looks; downcast eyes, trembling fingers—everything that would build the perfect lie.

Sculpture In Briefs by saawinchester (Explicit | Complete | 20K) Tags: Alpha Theo, enemies to lovers, smut, underage Summary: Liam’s parents left him the house and very little cash before they scurried away to go live their life of adventure. Forced to be independent too soon, Liam had to look for a means to pay the bills, keep himself in school and put food on his table. That leads to him displaying his body for people to drool or ogle at while he swerves to the music and for the right price- get to touch. Of course none of his schoolmates and pack members know about his late night activities. Enter the ever inquisitive Theo Raeken who comes into the picture with his flirty smirk, stupid perfect hair and hypnotic hazel eyes. Liam never hesitated to show his dislike for the other werewolf. Not even when Theo Raeken gets to discover his night job and….. pays for a lap dance? A Peek Inside: Theo’s eyes flickered up to the exotic dancer seeing sweat shine along his body as he swayed sexily to the current beat. Now that he was close, an inkling of familiarity was starting to simmer within him. Like he had seen those muscles flex before and that……scent…..apricot….No. His eyes dropped down to the right side of the gorgeous dancers hip and there it was… .just peaking out of seams of the underwear was a little red heart tattoo. He gasped as the dancer swerved to face him, oblivious to his presence….Liam Dunbar.

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Under 10,000 Words

16/12/20 - I can never figure out what my favourite length of fic is, but I think it depends on my mood. Sometimes I want a huge, 200,000 word journey, and sometimes I just want a quick drabble. Anyway, here are some fics which are all between 2,000 and 10,000 words, organised by the word count.

Sleep Deprivation by Honey_Honey on AO3. (2,313 words).

Tags: Cute, First Kiss.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: The one where killing monsters leaves Dean without a week of sleep, and Cas has to deal with the consequences.

Notes: This was so fluffy and cute and I can totally imagine Dean overthinking everything while Sam just finds the whole situation hilarious.

That One Time Sam Winchester Googled Something Weird and It Had Pretty Awesome Results by quitepossiblyjanuary on AO3. (2,587 words).

Tags: Romantic Fluff, First Kiss, Stars, Humor, Courtship, Short & Sweet.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Sam Googles something and his curiosity doesn’t kill the cat. Or him. Or anyone. It’s a pretty awesome feeling.

Notes: This was so adorable! Gabe was so sweet, and his mind reading skills made me laugh.

What Can’t Be Seen by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (2,639 words).

Tags: Soulmate AU, author!Cas, Strangers to Lovers, First Kiss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Written for this prompt: Soulmate AU where you first see color after eye contact: Cas is a famous best selling author and he’s promoting his book, so he’s talking to a crowd of people and suddenly his world is in color, and a lot of his fans pretend to be his soulmate. A Cinderella type situation ensues.

Notes: This was really cute and such a sweet and funny idea.

The Tea is Decaf by mnwood on AO3. (3,673 words).

Tags: POV Castiel, Fluff, Sign Language, Castiel in the Bunker, Canon Compliant, Sharing Clothes, Asexual Castiel, Gentle Dean, Non-Explicit Sex, Domestic, Established Relationship.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Based on this text post from thebloggerbloggerfun: “Listen, imagine Eileen sneaking out of Sam’s room at night to go to the bathroom or something and steps out into the hallway in one of Sam’s shirts only to see Cas trying to quietly leave Dean’s room while wearing one of Dean’s shirts and they both just stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before trying to muffle quiet laughter and now they have a late night club where they talk about life and gossip about the Winchesters in sign language"And this anon I received: "what if Eileen and Cas discover there are some things Sam and Dean both do in bed because Dean jokingly gave Sam pointers when they were younger and Sam took the advice”.

Notes: This has to be one of my favourite fics of all time, even though the first time I read it I hadn’t even met Eileen yet! I’m still so pissed off that she wasn’t in the finale (unless we’re counting Blurry Wife?).

surely heaven wants for you by cenotaphy on AO3. (3,782 words). 

Tags: Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Heaven, Coda, Post-Finale, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bisexual Dean, Outdoor Sex.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Cas doesn't come to him. Dean can't really argue with that, given the circumstances. In all the history of balls in courts, he thinks there might never have been a ball as thoroughly in a court as this one is in his. He drives for what feels like a long time but might just be a single sunny afternoon, or maybe years (time's funny here, Bobby had said), just enjoying the music, the shifting landscape outside his window, the hum and creak of the engine. Finally the forest opens up and the road narrows down in a way that he's fairly certain wouldn't typically happen on any kind of earthly interstate, and he glides the car to a halt at the edge of a lake.

Notes: This was so beautiful and such a interesting exploration of Dean’s feelings!

a quick salt and burn by xylodemon on AO3. (4,609 words).

Tags: Episode Related, Cemeteries, Case Fic.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: "Fuck," Dean mutters, wincing as pain throbs in his shoulder and neck. After the ghost chucked him into the hedge, he hit the ground like ton of bricks and clipped an exposed tree root so old it was practically petrified. "So much for a quick salt and burn."

Notes: This is adorable and hilarious, so a double win.

Funny Bone by PallasPerilous on AO3. (4,933 words).

Tags: Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Skeletons, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Alternate Universe - No Angels, Canon Divergence, Mild Gore.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: It wasn’t even a particularly creepy skeleton; it was in kind of a “just chillin’” pose on the floor. One ankle was still locked up in a heavy iron cuff, at the end of a short chain leading back to the wall. Snoresville, as dead stuff goes; Dean’s seen worse at Disneyland. It was the skeleton’s comment about Dean’s ass that really livened things up.

Notes: This has to have been one of the funniest fics I have ever read, but oh boy did I feel bad for poor Cas.

Grace by july_19th_club on AO3. (5,164 words).

Tags: Fix-It, Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On, Resurrection, Reciprocated Confession.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: A man dies. What happens next will shock you. [script]

Notes: This was written beautifully, and now I really want to see this filmed! So much better than the ending we got.

(un)conventional by imogenbynight on AO3. (6,100 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe, mechanic!Dean, Writer!Castiel, Conventions, Fluff.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Spec Lit Con--Speckly Con, to it’s regular attendees--is an annual weekend-long event held in Chicago, dedicated to science fiction, fantasy and otherwise speculative literature. This year Dean's favorite author, C.J. Novak, is appearing as a panelist. Naturally, he shells out the cash for an all access pass.

Notes: This was so adorable that I nearly screamed in the corridor outside my computer science lesson. Plus, the writing was absolutely gorgeous! I miss conventions :(

La Vie A Plus by K_K_TiBal on AO3. (6,260 words)

Tags: Punk Castiel, Asexual Castiel, College/Uni AU, Roommates, oh my god they were roommates, College Student Dean, College Student Castiel, Pining, First Kiss, Misunderstandings, Art Student Castiel, Love Confessions, Gabriel is a Little Shit, Tattooed Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you’re going with it.

Notes: The angst is strong in this one! Again, I feel like many aces have had this conversation or that fear that people (allos, especially) may not want to be with them.

Event Horizon by Winglesss on AO3. (6,442 words).

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Dean, Depression, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Past Character Death, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Texting, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending, Veteran Dean, Doctor Dean, Writer Castiel, Strangers.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Castiel couldn't have helped his sister. That's why being offered a chance to help somebody else dealing with suicidal thoughts he took it without hesitation. When he gets the first text from someone who needs his help, nothing goes as he expected.

Notes: I don’t know if that kind of suicide prevention scheme exists, but this fic is very sweet.

I Think That’s Mine by palominopup on AO3. (6,804 words).

Tags: Fluff, AU, Reporter!Dean, Writer!Cas.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: A mix up at the Atlanta Airport places Dean Winchester's laptop in someone else's possession. A series of calls and texts bring two men together.

Notes: This was so cute, Cas was so sweet, and Dean was an icon.

Nothing Equals the Splendor by RurouniHime on AO3. (7,865 words).

Tags: Fix-It, Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief, Explicit Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Declarations of Love, Canon Compliant, Minor Injuries.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Maybe it’s the cynic in him. The hunter, always under the surface of any quietude he ever found. Or maybe it’s just that he has always had trouble with blind faith. But after a while (a blink? A decade? A century?), Dean raises his eyebrows, looks around, and says—

“Uh. No.”

It’s so close. Just so slightly imperfect. And maybe, he analyzes, maybe that’s the final knell of this bell called contentment. Dean’s experience with happiness has always been that last rise in the road, right before it turns. Right before fate comes barreling around the corner head on. He turns in his spot on the bridge, and suddenly Sam is like a cellophane film through which he can see the light streaming, and the taste of cheap beer on his tongue is much, much older a memory than it should be.

“Oh, you’re good,” he says, and means it.

Notes: What a great idea, and written so well! I always thought the show could have done so much more with djinns, but never mind.

In the House of the Rising Bun by imissmaeberry on AO3. (9,046 words).

Tags: Bakery and Coffee Shop, Baker Dean, Barista Sam, College Campus, Poet Castiel, Mutual Pining, Daddy Issues, Background Sam/Jess, Past Balthazar/Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester only has three rules concerning the cafe he and his brother Sam own, “House of the Rising Bun”.

1. Any and all opportunities to make a pun will be taken. 2. Free regular coffee with your student ID (If you want some of that fancy nonsense you gotta pay, sorry kids). 3. Anyone and everyone is always welcome.

Between Dean running the shop full-time and Sam helping out whenever he isn’t in class, there really isn’t a whole lot of time for romance for either of them. But that all changes when they gain a new regular - some writer from London - who may or may not have the bluest eyes Dean’s ever seen.

Notes: First of all, the puns were amazing and I am willing to fight people on that. Secondly, that was so sweet and funny I am afraid I might have to disappear under mysterious circumstances and open my own cafe…

I hope you enjoy these! I haven’t read any new fics for this list and even then there were way too many to put on one list, so expect a sequel at some point in the future!

[mexicancat-girl]

Miraculously Supernatural

Ao3: Link

Wordcount: 2,720, Rated M for character death and one implied sexual scene.

A Miraculous Ladybug fic that's a parody of the Supernatural ending, because those final two episodes were too ridiculous and I felt compelled to. I'm sorry to the Supernatural fans.

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"I love you," Nathaniel states.

Felix stares back at him blankly, looking like he's barely holding himself back from saying a slur.

Adrien just watches with awkward horror as Nathaniel dies, being pulled into a portal into what looks like Super Mega Hell. "Nathaniel…! Oh my fucking God, he's fucking dead!"

"He dies all the time," Felix reminds him flatly.

"Well, yeah but...Felix, he literally just confessed to you? That's different. Shouldn't we... I dunno... try and bring him back again...?"

"He's an angel, he'll find his way out. He always does."

"Felix, he literally went to Super Mega Hell for being gay for you," Adrien reminds him irately, crossing his arms. "The least you can do is pretend to give a shit."

"I'm still in shock," Felix says, in his usual flat voice, not seeming to feel much of anything. "Now excuse me while I throw up."

"Better than saying a slur, I guess..." Adrien mutters with pure disappointment. Five years and fifteen seasons of homoerotic tension, and Felix was just as emotionally constipated and homophobic as the start.

At least Adrien had a love interest...which was only introduced last season...and who barely got any screen time... But hey! Marinette was a nice enough girl!

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“So…” Adrien starts awkwardly, wanting to finally address the elephant in the room. “About Nathaniel…”

“What about him?” Felix asks, raising a delicate brow, completely disinterested.

“You…You sad he’s gone, or…?”

Felix just gives a shrug. “Yeah. Shit sucks, I guess.”

“Oh.”

“We should go somewhere else. Keep moving,” his brother declares, finally finishing chugging his coffee and smashing the empty container under his steel-toed shoes, in a very manly fashion.

Well, Adrien should have expected this. His older brother always ran away from his feelings. And problems. And everything in life that was vaguely troubling, like the emotionally constipated and paranoid bastard he was.

At the very least, these habits have kept them alive so far. There’s that silver lining.

...

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“Y’know, I didn’t realize the Insane Clown Posse was still touring,” Adrien jokes, sweating nervously at the group of juggalos surrounding the pair of brothers.

“Very funny,” one of the juggalos rasps, baring his teeth, and. Alright. Those were vampire fangs.

“Really…?” Felix asks long sufferingly, rolling his eyes. “Is this the best the writers could come up with? Juggalo vampires?”

“With knives!” one of said juggalo vampires says cheerily, raising a knife, his face split half-white half-black down the middle. Not very clown-like, but Adrien was willing to give him A for effort and his nice smile that made his emerald eyes glitter charmingly.

Felix, like the complete weeb he is, readies his shuriken and starting chucking them like he’s a Naruto character. Adrien ducks and rolls, slashing at the enemies’ heels with his claw-gloves and readying his baton.

“Ah, hello again, Kagami,” Felix says silkily, in his Protagonist Fighting Voice.

“How could you tell it was me?” asks the masked woman.

“You aren’t dressed as a juggalo, for one. Two, this show has such a minimal amount of female characters, I could have thrown any name of a woman out there and had a good one in ten chance of getting it correct.”

“Make that a thirty-seventy chance, since most of the women die in the show!” Adrien calls back, because he is all for equality and getting statistics correct.

“Yes, of course. My mistake,” Felix states dryly.

“I hate this fucking show,” Kagami sighs, tired and exasperated.

“You’re not the only one.” And then Felix promptly kills Kagami anti-climatically. “I hope you enjoyed your one scene with dialogue.”

“Felix, why didn’t you kill her with your shuriken? You know your best weapon is your shuriken!” Adrien scolds. “I know we’re in the season finale and things should be wrapping up, but—”

And then the younger blond watches before his very eyes as his brother is impaled.

“NOOOOOOO!” Adrien shrieks, going on a vengeance-fueled rampage to kill the rest of the juggalo knife vampires. He then runs over to his impaled brother, who was impaled by huge…rusty nails? He thinks? Listen, he was too fucking tired to question it. “Felix! Felix, talk to me!”

“I’m sorry, little brother,” Felix rasps, coughing out blood, the red liquid splattering down his chin. “I was…careless.”

“You’re gonna be okay, Lix,” Adrien sniffles, clutching his brother’s hand in his. “You’ve survived worse! Like, you’ve literally fist fought God! You’ve survived fifteen seasons of this shit, you can—”

“I can’t come back from this.”

“But why?!” Adrien demands, tears budding in his green eyes.

“Because…I want you to live…”

“I can bring you back! I can, I swear—”

“You really think the writers will do that, when they want to end this flaming trash heap?” Felix chuckles, with a slight smile, lips coated red.

“But you survived so much! How will the audience even believe you died from murderous vampire juggalos?!”

“They won’t…This is…the stupidest fucking thing the showrunners could have done,” his older brother rasps with a sassy and bitchy roll of his eyes. “Fucking morons…Total brain rot…I knifed God, and this is the thanks I get…”

“You’ve died plenty of times before, I can just bring you back, Felix, it’s gonna be—”

“No. Let me die in peace, you dumb, whiny little bitch,” the other blonde growls. “I’ve been stuck in this hellhole of a show for fifteen fucking years. Let me die already. I don’t care about the situation being braindead and unrealistic. I don’t care about the mechanics. We’ll just say that resurrecting me when you’re alone it too dangerous because it takes a toll on you that’s too great to pay. Before, Nathaniel could resurrect one or both of his because of his holy powers. Without him, doing this is pretty much impossible.”

“I can’t fucking believe that in your death scene, you’re actually giving an in-universe explanation that’s more realistic than what the writers of the show can come up with,” Adrien weeps while laughing.

“It’s a skill,” Felix deadpans, his grey eyes going soft as he brings a bloody hand up to gently touch Adrien’s cheek. “Listen…Go live your life…Live a long and full one…Marry and have children and grow old…All the stereotypical mushy shit, alright? You go and do that.”

“But you’re my brother. You’ve protected me from so much, never left my side,” the younger one whimpers, green eyes red-rimmed and face pulled into a visage of pure grief. “Please…”

“Stop dragging this out. You’re giving the incest shippers more to work with,” the older one states, before his eyes go glassy and he stops breathing.

Adrien wails, burying his face in the space of the other’s chest that wasn’t impaled, sobbing his heart out and clutching his dead protector.

...

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Adrien burns Felix’s body. It’s what his older brother would have wanted. No physical remains, no possibility for his body to be taken by any of the monsters lurking in the world.

Adrien burns his brother’s body, and keeps moving.

...

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Adrien is in a shoddy motel the next day. He only has one slice of toast for breakfast, to show how sad he is of his brother’s untimely demise.

...

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Adrien is wearing glasses and his hair is a shoddy grey comb-over, to show that time has passed. He looks like a very tired university professor on tenure that no one is quite sure what subject he even teaches.

He’s in front of a house, in the lawn. “Lix! C’mere, Felix!”

A little boy with sandy hair and a bright smile runs at him, and Adrien hugs his son. His wife stands back, watching the scene.

Does he end up marrying Marinette? Another woman? Who knows. Fuck the fans for wanting to know that answer, amirite?

Adrien goes through the motions, and hopes the finale will end soon.

...

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Trees. As far as the eyes can see. Trees, and a mountain range in the distance, dirt road under his feet.

“My love…” Felix whispers, tears budding in his steel-grey eyes, which have softened with pure love and passion. “I…I thought I’d never see you again…”

He stumbles forwards, stopping in front of the beauty in front of him. He carefully reaches a hand out, before gently placing his fingertips against the silk-smooth surface.

“Plagg, you little bastard, I didn’t even know cars could go to Heaven…” Felix breathes out a laugh, one of elation, tears spilling out of his eyes. He sniffles and wipes them away.

“Well, this is Heaven. Anything you could ever want would be here,” a voice says kindly.

Felix blinks, whirling around to stare at the man sitting in a rocking chair in front of a saloon he hadn’t noticed was there before. Next to the familiar man was an equally familiar ice cream cart.

“Andre…?” the blonde asks, confused. “I—What the fuck are you doing here? You’re a minor character.”

“Yeah, but I’m a minor character that was confirmed to have gone to Heaven,” the portly man says, nodding back at the monster hunter. “The writers couldn’t really think of anyone else to throw in here to serve as your guide, so here I am.”

“Well. Alright then,” Felix blinks back.

“C’mon, son. Lemme share with you some teen-rated friendly ice cream.”

“Suspiciously worded and a suspicious request, but I’ll play along,” the blonde shrugs carelessly, striding forwards.

The portly man hums, digging through his ice cream cart, creating the perfect cone in front of Felix’s eyes.

“Red velvet for his hair, cheesecake for his wings, and blue sherbet for his eyes and soul,” the ice cream man says kindly, handing the cone over to Felix, who takes it with numb fingers.

“Thank you,” he tells the man stiffly, carefully licking at the cone.

“This place has everything you could ever want…Except…” Andre’s face turns sympathetic and soft with sadness. “Well, he’ll be here, eventually. Time works different here than it does where Nathaniel is at. But he’s an angel. He’ll find his way back here.”

“…Sure,” Felix says, lips twisting into an awkward half-smile. This is Heaven. He can’t go calling an angel a homophobic slur. He’ll end up switching places with Nathaniel, or something.

Besides, Andre was kind enough to make him an ice cream cone. And it was a rather nice ice cream. So Felix enjoys the cone, for about five minutes.

“Can I go back to Plagg, now? My baby needs me,” Felix asks five minutes later in almost a whine, sick and tired of the ice cream flavors that reminded him too much of Nathaniel.

The portly man chuckles. “Go on, then, Felix. Go on.”

The blonde grins toothily and runs back to the Impala. “Ohhhh, baby, how I’m glad to see you…!” he coos, opening the door and sliding in. He breathes in familiar scent of his reliable, manly, super sexy heterosexual car. “Now, let’s crank it!”

Felix’s smile fills his entire mouth as he chucks his unfinished cone out the window, turns the ignition on, and revs the engine.

Plagg drives smoothly, like a cat purring. Felix turns on the radio, Carry On My Wayward Son playing as he drives through Heaven. Maybe he can find a place he can look over Adrien from. That would be nice. He wants to see if his little brother actually had kids or not. And see how ugly he’s gotten from old age.

...

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Adrien’s hair has now turned white, to show how even more time has passed.

Carry On My Wayward Son, but it’s a cover from Evanescence, plays in the Impala as Felix parks the car and watches his little brother be an old man.

...

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Nathaniel sighs and taps his fingernails against the desk he was sitting at, in Super Mega Hell’s bureaucratic offices.

“What the fuck is taking them so long to revive me again…?” the gay angel mutters, pouting. “They usually don’t take this long! Are they not doing it because Nathaniel feels awkward about everything…? Did one of them die, so they don’t have enough energy to complete the ritual…?”

The redheaded angel sighs, feeling guilty. “Poor Adrien…He always was a nice lad. I hope he enjoys Heaven, at least. I went and fixed it up quite well. Shame he has to use it so quickly… Felix must be grieving so terribly…”

“You look sad, Nath. You want me to suck you off?” asks his underling softly—a fellow named Marc who died as a juggalo knife-wielding vampire. Despite Marc’s strange make-up, he had a kind smile and pretty green eyes, and Nathaniel was fond of the lad.

“You don’t have to!” Nathaniel says quickly, face going warm, suddenly incredibly shy. “You’re not obligated to do anything you wouldn’t like to do—”

“But I want to,” Marc says warmly, already sliding onto his knees and unbuckling Nathaniel’s belt. “I’ll get your mind off your little boyfriend, alright?”

Nathaniel is about to protest about Felix being his boyfriend—after all, he’d just confessed before being dragged into Super Mega Hell, so he hasn’t had the time to have a proper conversation with Felix over them even dating—but then Marc fulfills his offer. Nathaniel’s mind goes hazy with pleasure, complicated thoughts about the Agreste brothers flying straight out the window.

...

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Adrien Agreste lies on his deathbed, dying from old age. The shot transitions from him lying down with closed eyes, to opening them, his face unwrinkled and youthful once more.

All around him are trees, with a mountain range in the distance, a dirt road under his feet. He turns, and startles, seeing someone he’d lost so long ago.

“F-Felix…?” he asks waveringly, tears in his eyes and throat instantly clogging.

His older brother is as youthful and healthy as the last day before his death. He’s got his arms crossed, leaning his hip against the sleek, black Impala, a wide and toothy smirk on his face.

“Took you long enough,” Felix teases, jerking his head and opening his arms. “C’mere—”

Adrien runs and tackles his brother in his hug, Felix yelping as the two land on the ground.

“Careful here,” Felix grouses, but he’s smiling as he speaks. “You’ll give the incest shippers more fodder.”

“Fuck the crazy shippers, I missed you, you fucking asshole.”

“What did I just say?” Felix sighs, fondly exasperated. He wriggles out of Adrien’s hold, getting up, before offering his hand. Adrien quickly takes it, allowing his brother to pull him up and clap his hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “Welcome back.”

“It’s good to be back,” Adrien smiles with all his teeth, before he looks next to him at the Impala. “Uh…Not to be a Debbie downer, but where’s Nathaniel? And why’s Plagg here? Can a car even go to Heaven…?”

“No clue,” Felix chirps, before he rubs the top of the Impala’s hood like a loving pet own would their cat. “But I’m glad he’s here.”

Adrien deadpans back at him, “You’re grateful your car’s with you, but not the man that went to Super Mega Hell for you?”

“Details, details,” Felix waves his hand dismissively. “Andre told me about Nathaniel—”

“Andre the ice cream man? How’d a minor character like him show up at the finale?”

“You’re asking a lot from the writers of this shitshow,” Felix deadpans back at him. “Anyways, he said Nathaniel would take some time to come back up to Heaven.”

“Dude, that’s pretty homophobic.”

The other shrugs. “All the gays are in Hell anyways. He’s probably having the time of his life down there. He’s aesthetically attractive, he’s probably gotten a few booty calls.”

“You’re the straightest and most ridiculously homophobic man I know, and I am so sorry he’s in love with someone like you,” Adrien says with disgust, wrinkling his nose. “How a selfless angel is in Hell and a homophobic, prickly bastard like you is in Heaven, I’ll never understand.”

“I reap the benefit of the rewards from the terrible writing,” Felix smirks like the devil, throwing up the horns.

Adrien looks into the camera like he’s in The Office. Felix looks into the camera too, his face now startlingly blank, but somehow expressing the full weight of his homophobia. Carry On My Wayward Son plays one final time.

The end.

[youngster-monster]

pink rose - trust/confidence

inspired by this tweet:

The Revelry is a time of joy. Celebration of growth, survival, resurrection, whatever it is this week. The way Drifter sees it, it’s mostly an excuse to get hammered, which means he’s all for it.

Listen. Guardians are self-righteous even on a good day but he’s gotta give them this: they know how to party. And Drifter doesn’t turn down free drinks.

Hence why he’s sitting at a bar in the bazaar for once instead of drinking alone on his ship. The place is full with Guardians running around and dancing like their life depends on it. A few give him the side-eye but for the most part he’s left alone. It’s a party: everyone’s invited. Even the guy who hides in the basement and offers shady deals to Lightbearers. One of them has been staring more than he’d like though, and he’s starting to get the feeling this Hunter means trouble.

Then he comes and sits next to Drifter and tilts his head, and under the hood Drifter sees the familiar face of one Shin Malphur staring back.

That explains why he was watching Drifter, but raises a dozen other questions. First one being ‘what the fuck is the Renegade doing in a bar’. He thought the guy survived on Light and justice alone. Didn’t know he could fit alcohol into his diet as well.

Drifter motions to the bartender for two more glasses. If he’s gonna make it through this conversation, he’ll need more alcohol than the single beer he currently has. The tired-looking civilian behind the bar drops two glasses of whiskey in front of them before running back to the other end of the counter and the group of Guardians noisily making their order there.

“You’re here for business or for pleasure, pal?” Drifter asks, casually keeping his attention on his glass rather than the man sitting at his side while still watching him out the corner of his eyes.

“Just for a drink,” he replies, quiet, and takes a sip of whiskey.

Something relaxes in the Drifter. The Renegade on a crusade is rarely a good news, even when you’re on his good side more often than his bad one these days. Just this once it seems he’s willing to let himself have some fun that doesn’t rely on shooting a Dredgen to death.

“Pleasure then.”

“Well. It hasn’t gotten to that yet.” He turns to Drifter fully, cracks a smile behind the glass held loosely in front of his face. “Why, wanna join?”

It’s a bad idea. Even on a good day he’s not sure the guy won’t try to shoot him for all the things he’s done or helped doing. Their relationship isn’t exactly friendly. They’re more like… cordial coworkers. Polite contractors. Freelancers who don’t actively want to kill each other, most of the time. They don’t socialize.

He says yes anyway.

Worst part is: he’s glad he did. It’s surprisingly fun, drinking with the Renegade. A few drinks in it becomes easy to find something to talk about, the distrust washed away by alcohol. He may not have seen as much of the universe as Drifter but he can definitely give him a run for his money when it comes to crazy stories. He shares them freely, only breaking off when he’s giggling too hard to continue. A surprising amount of events from his time on the road become funny in hindsight and turns out Shin is the kind to laugh at his own jokes before he can finish telling them.

It feels wrong not to follow up these anecdotes with some of his own. At first it’s a kind of competition — see who had the weirdest stuff happen to him. But eventually he’s just doing it because he enjoys it. It’s not often he can talk about these things to anyone. And Shin is a good audience, laughing himself out of breath on more than one occasion.

One story turns into a dozen, an hour to the whole night, and one thing leading to another they end up staying until the bar closes. The Revelry is an all-night kinda event but the owners have to sleep at some point if they want to reopen at nightfall.

Still, it’s closer to morning than to night when they stumble out.

They’ve spent enough time together tonight that it feels nice even now, without the safe presence of Guardians around to keep an eye on them, to make this into a chance encounter rather than a planned thing — a date, friendly or otherwise.

Drifter has his arm slung around Shin’s shoulders but he’s not sure who’s supporting who, and the position hinders more than it helps. It’s nice though, Shin solid warmth plastered against his side as they navigate the streets, tripping over each other’s feet and giggling every time they almost fall on their faces because of it.

In this state it’s easy to offer his ship. It’s definitely easier to reach than the destination Shin had in mind when they set off from the bar: whatever it is they haven’t reached it yet and probably never will.

He transmats them to the Derelict, directly into his room. It’s too much effort changing the transmat destination to bother right now. Shin falls on his bed face first as soon as his feet hit the flooring of his ship, not bothering to take off his cloak or his boots or even the gun strapped to his thigh, which can’t be comfortable. Drifter looks at him for a moment, considers pushing him off or dragging himself somewhere else to sleep, but it’s just too much effort.

Instead he takes off the least comfortable of his armor, his boots, and shoves a gun under his pillow before dropping into bed next to Shin, far enough not to touch. The other man doesn’t so much as stir.

He can deal with this whole thing when he wakes up — either to morning or to a gun pointed at his face.

Drifter wakes up with a start and the mother of all hangovers pounding in his head. There’s an unknown weight in his bed, and he fumbles for his gun with sleep-dazed hands before he realizes it’s Shin. Still unconscious despite Drifter moving around in the same bed. It’s a miracle he’s survived so long in the wild if he’s such a heavy sleeper. Then again it might be the alcohol.

He’s got an opportunity — he’s not sure what for though. Look at him maybe? He knows what the Renegade looks like, with or without the helmet. They’re not exactly strangers. But he’s never seen him so… peaceful before. Shin gives off the energy of someone who never sleeps and the bags under his eyes support the theory, but right now he’s doing it like it’s a sport and he’s gunning for first place. At some point during the night he rolled to his side and curled on himself, wrapped in his cloak like a blanket. His hair sticks up in every direction. He’s drooling a bit.

It’s kinda cute.

The thought comes up unbidden and definitely uncalled for. Drifter looks up to the ceiling, trying to tell if it’s the hangover or the lack of human contact getting to him. Maybe the Revelry spirit is making him soft. Either way he doesn’t like it.

In retaliation for the annoying thought he causes, Drifter nudges Shin awake none-too-gently before getting out of bed — and hopefully out of shooting range for a sleep-addled Gunslinger.

Evidently Shin isn’t a morning person. Instead of whipping up his gun towards whoever touched him he grumbles, rolls on his back and cracks his eyes open a little. He makes a small noise when he sees Drifter before closing them again. Apparently, his presence here is a non-issue.

“Wake up,” He grits out, “And get out. It’s morning already.” Probably closer to afternoon, actually, but who’s counting. He nudges him again.

Shin frowns but at least agrees to open his eyes for good. He stretches across the mattress and squints at Drifter, looking more confused than annoyed. “Coffee?” He asks sleepily.

“No-” Shin yawns, rubbings his eyes with one hand as he pushes against the other to sit up. His hair is still a mess. Drifter has to stop himself from smoothing it down himself. He grunts. “I’m gonna make some.”

He turns on his heels and strides off before Shin can respond.

His kitchen area is messy — there are still pieces of Hive chitin from the last time he had to crack a Knight open scattered around the counter — but he takes care of his coffee machine better than the rest of it. The thing is nearly as old as he is, patched up using different machines he scavenged along the years in a veritable ship of Theseus situation. It is, all in all, barely recognizable as a coffee machine anymore, and possibly closer to sentience than most machines. But it’s clean and it works. Can’t ask much more of it.

It’s a little temperamental though. Drifter has only just managed to start it by the time Shin pads silently into the room. He’s carding his fingers through his hair, trying to untangle it. Obviously he hasn’t woken up all the way yet, eyes still blurry with sleep. Drifter leaves him to it and stays focused on the coffee machine like it needs adult supervision to do its thing. He hears him drop into a chair, but by the lack of following crash and/or curse it’s not the broken one.

After a little while which they spend in near perfect silence, it’s done. Drifter fills two cups to the brim and hands one to Shin. The other man wraps his hands around the warm ceramic like it’s a lifeline and throws Drifter a grateful smile before taking a large gulp of it. It’s hot enough to melt steel but that doesn’t deter him.

Alright then.

Drifter leans against the counter and sips his coffee a little slower. He looks at the stained ceiling, the still-gurgling coffee machine, the fascinating pattern of dried blood stained into the empty chair. Everywhere but Shin, basically. It’s a little too weird to have the Renegade, occasional ally and constant threat to his life, eating breakfast in his kitchen. Not that it’s much of a breakfast. Or a kitchen.

Shin is the first to break the silence.

“Hey.” He rests his head on his hand and stares at Drifter. “You busy today?”

It’s tempting to say yes and send him on his way. Even more tempting to say no. He refuses to think about why that may be.

Wary, he settles on “Why?”

He didn’t expect Shin to duck his head slightly, covering the beginning of a blush with the messy fall of his hair over his face.

“I thought- I mean, the Revelry is still happening, so. Thought maybe we could head back down to the bazaar. Think I still owe you the context for that story about the Vandal twins, anyway.”

There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice that Drifter has never heard before. The two of them are a pair of cynics and it’s odd to hear him sound anything but tired and angry. Especially for something so trivial. It feels mean to take that away with a no.

(Drifter has never had any trouble being mean, let alone to the Renegade, who gives as much as he takes. He’s not sure what changed. Or he doesn’t want to think about what changed. Same difference, really.)

“Fine.”

A few drinks, then he’ll come back here and forget about this weird fucking situation. He’s not going to have fun with Shin again. What are the odds, right?

“So here I am: naked, out of Glimmer and still drunk, but my window of opportunity is closing so I have to infiltrate that Cabal base like, right now-”

Drifter bursts into laughter and presses his forehead against Shin’s shoulder in an effort to smother it. He can’t remember the last time he’s laughed so hard. His stomach hurt, his cheeks are wet with tears, and he just can’t stop. Every time he looks up, he sees Shin’s pained look it sends him into another fit.

This time there isn’t even the excuse of alcohol. They haven’t drunk nearly enough for that. Yet they’re still tucked in a booth in the same bar as yesterday, shoulder to shoulder so they can both keep an eye on the room. Shin effuses warmth even through their layers of clothing. Drifter feels comfortable and maybe even happy as he closes his eyes and tries to get the chuckling under control.

It occurs to him that this evening isn’t going according to plan. He lifts his head off Shin’s shoulder and tries to feel irritated about that. He fails.

Shin huffs, but it sounds more amused than anything else.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m sure you’d done worse.”

He has, actually, but he’s not sure it’s wise to give that kind of ammunition to Shin of all people.

He does it anyway.

Every so often he blinks and feels like he just woke up from a dream, looks at Shin like he’s noticing him for the first time and thinks, How the fuck did I end up in this situation. He trails off and Shin glances curiously at him, smirks and kicks him lightly under the table.

“Losing your memory already, old man?”

Drifter kicks him back, a little harder than necessary, and can’t help the grin that follows. “Respect your elders.”

“Light, you are old.”

Drifter lets it slide and continues his story where he left it off. His heart isn’t in it though, at least not entirely. He’s kind of too busy freaking out about the fact that apparently he can’t help himself from having fun with Shin Malphur. The Renegade. The Man With The Golden Gun. The person who knows the most (though far from all) of the shit Drifter did or went through. And who traded secrets for secrets, let Drifter know his name and his face and his involvement in the Shadows of Yor and a dozen other things still.

He doesn’t know if it makes less or more sense that they’re… getting along, knowing that. Doesn’t know if it should be harder or easier to let loose with someone who knows too much about you. Especially since neither of them is known for his ability to let loose at all, let alone with an… enemy? Ally? Rival? Friend? Who knows.

He still hasn’t reached a satisfying conclusion by the time they get back to the Derelict. He transmated them here out of habit and now he can’t exactly throw Shin back out, can he? Not drunk as he is — as either of them are. So he lets him fall on his side of the bed, takes off his boots, his armor, and goes to follow suit.

This time he drops the gun on the floor. It’ll be a little less easy to reach, but more comfortable than sleeping on steel.

Better not think about when in the night he came to the point where sleeping next to Shin without a weapon became a good idea. Better not think about how easy it was to reach that point, to drink and talk and laugh with each other, to go to bed together.

He goes to sleep.

[nicostolemybones]

The Battle of Area 51

“This is not a game,” Nico lectured sternly, and Percy snickered. “This is no laughing matter, Jackson! Okay, let’s run through the plan one last time! Ares cabin, Clarisse, you’ll lead the charge, take down the guards, lay down cover fire for the Naruto runners! Poseidon Cabin, Zeus cabin, you guys whip up a storm to help the Ares cabin! Apollo cabin and Hunters of Artemis, you’re the snipers, I want you on high ground firing arrows at them! Aphrodite cabin, charmspeak those guards to let us past and to give us access codes to all the rooms and spill all the secrets! Hecate cabin, use the mist to make decoys! Nemesis cabin, remember, this is vengeance for all the imprisoned aliens and that’s why you’re here! Demeter cabin, slow the guards down with thick vines and poisonous plants! Athena cabin, you’re working on infiltrating and hacking all the computers! Hephaestus cabin, burn down gun stations, jam missiles, Festus can burn down doorways, I want to see you guys working on all the technology we steal and I want you all to figure out all the machines inside and use them for our advantage! Dionysus cabin, get them drunk, make them temporarily mad, weaken their defences! Iris cabin, use your abilities to disorientate and distract the guards! Hypnos cabin- CLOVIS WAKE UP- send the guards to sleep when you can! Hermes cabin, you’re stealing and sneaking in whilst the guards are distracted! Hades cabin- well Hazel- summon obstacles and summon weapons, shadow travel aliens to safety. The rest of you, just fuck shit up with your abilities! Romans; same rules apply, and follow the orders of your Praetors, do not go against orders unless necessary!”

“LET’S CLAP SOME ALIEN CHEEKS!” Connor yelled. Nico glared at him, whilst the younger campers plus Percy erupted into giggles.

“There will be no clapping alien cheeks,” Nico sighed in exasperation, “no alien cheeks will be clapped by anybody, by Olympus what the Hades is wrong with straight people?”

“Wait you’re gay?!”

“Yes but that’s not the point, just- go blend in with the mortals! Solace- you’re with me, we’ll go in with the Naruto runners and you need to make sure we don’t infect the aliens and they don’t infect us, and treat the wounded.” Percy wolf-whistled, so Nico summoned a skeleton to smack him round the back of the head. The group of demigods dispersed amongst the mortal army- which wasn’t much, but between the Kyles, weeaboos, tumblr trash, and Naruto runners, there was a fair few, and some cosplayers, DnD players, and medieval recreation nerds seemed to have a fair amount of weapons and armour- even if most of it was plastic light sabers, Klingon Bat’leths, and various other fantasy weapons.

Everything was quiet for a while, and the battle was more a staring down contest between the guards and the civilian raiders. Phones were beginning to live stream, and that’s when the Stoll brothers yelled the immortal battle cry “DO IT FOR THE VINE!!!” and the mortal crowd roared and cheered, repeating the battle cry.

“PEANUT BUTTER!!!” Tyson yelled as the crowd surged forwards. Nico screamed, Naruto running as fast as he could towards the guards, summoning skeleton armies of Naruto runners to back them up, but as soon as the guards opened fire, many Naruto runners gave up and turned away running back, or decided it best to run “normally”. One dedicated man had turned his electric wheelchair into some kind of turbo charged mini tank shaped like a Dalek. Fortnite dancers fortnite danced as they charged, Harry Potter fans desperately yelled out Unforgiveable Curses. Stargate fans dressed as Jaffa and Goa’uld warriors charged with staff weapons and pellet guns, some wearing “Free Thor” t-shirts- but not Marvel’s Thor or the Norse God thor- but rather the tiny alien guy Nico recognised from when Will made him watch Stargate. The Stargate Atlantis fans came dressed as Wraith instead. Marvel fans were clad in full superhero gear, although some fights had broken out between them and the DC fans. Star Wars fans dressed in Jedi robes. Clad in armour, the demigods didn’t look out of place. Nico was pleased to see the Egyptian magicians being lead by Sadie and Carter Kane, Magnus Chase and Samirah al-Abbass leading the Valkyries, Alex Fierro next to Frank Zhang shapeshifting into whatever they could. Alex stopped occasionally so she could spray mace into the eyes of Terfs.

Nico shadow travelled at the last minute, grabbing hold of Will and pulling him through the shadows. Will didn’t slow down when they emerged, and the image of Will Naruto running headfirst into a wall was going to be a source of laughter in Nico’s mind for many years to come. Thankfully, he didn’t do a Jason and knock himself out. “Ah fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this!” Will gasped, and Nico raised his eyebrow. In the distance, they heard Grover cause a Panic- although it didn’t affect the guards about to shoot Will in the face, so Will let out a shrill whistle and Naruto ran for it.

“Dork,” Nico jibed, pulling Will into the shadows again. Nico meant for them to land inside an aircraft hangar- but it soon became clear that they were inside some kind of alien spaceship.

“Holy Hera,” Will gasped, “Nico THIS SHIP HAS A STARGATE! NICO LOOK THAT IS A STARGATE, IMMA DIAL ABYDOS-”

“Focus, Solace,” Nico warned, “we can do that once we get this back to camp. I wasn’t allowed to drive the sun chariot so I’ll drive this time.”

“I get the feeling I’m gonna die if I let you drive,” Will replied, and Nico huffed.

“That’s if I don’t kill your stupid face first,” he retorted proudly, and Will snickered, looking around the ship.

“OH MY GODS NICO THERE’S A LIGHT SABER HERE!”

“DIBS THE RED ONE,” Nico yelled, rushing over and grabbing one, almost decapitating Will in his excitement.

“We should summon up a certain ghost,” Will grinned.

“Are you suggesting we prank call Castellan?”

“Nico, dude. You have to, for humanity. Do it for our children.”

Several runs to McDonald’s later and Luke Castellan’s ghost was confronted by Nico in pitch black armour and a light saber to speak the immortal words: “Luke, I am your father.” Luke’s ghost laughed. The gods applauded from Olympus. Will was unable to get up off the floor through his raucous laughter.

After several minutes of exploring the craft, the two demigods were armed with phasers and now possessed the infinity gauntlet- although they both agreed not to let Percy near it in case he dabbed rather than Thanos snapped at monsters. Nico shadow travelled a fair amount of the loot back to camp, where Chiron stood facepalming and shaking his head. This is when Nico learned that the Party Ponies had joined the raid and found out that Monster Donut were sponsoring Area 51. Nico returned to find Will making a flower crown for a baby alien he’d found hidden in the glove compartment. “Is that what I think it is,” Nico questioned, and Will smiled.

“An alien? Well yeah.”

“No, I meant a baby. Are you seriously holding a baby?”

“Yeah, a cute little alien baby, I made them a flower crown and put a bow in their hair! Well I hope it’s a baby otherwise I just told a whole-ass adult I’m their daddy now.” Nico choked- Will didn’t appear to realise the innuendo his words would have turned into if the alien was an adult. Will appeared to have adopted an alien child and that somehow melted Nico completely. Stupid son of Apollo being a perfect dad to an abandoned alien baby found in the glove compartment of a space ship.

“You can’t just raise a child, Will, the parents won’t pay child support and you’re like- fifteen and you look- you look twelve, okay, you look like a foetus!”

“Nico I’m only two months older than you,” Will laughed, “I’m still fourteen like you are, idiot. Although technically you’re ninety, you can be the grandpa.”

“I’m not going to be your daddy, Solace,” Nico replied, forgetting how it may have sounded like an innuendo, and Will choked and spluttered.

“That word is officially banned,” Will squeaked, and Nico quickly nodded in agreement. Thankfully before it could get any more awkward, the alien child started to cry. “Oh my gods Nico what do I do with it?”

“Does it have an off switch or batteries you can take out like the babies they give you in school?”

“Um- I can’t see any off switch, Nico, what do I do?!”

“You’re the doctor! Sing to it! Just don’t do a Hera and yeet it off a mountain or out of a window, I don’t need you Percying this into a worse situation than it already is!”

“Oh my gods I’m a single parent before I’ve had the talk,” Will whined, trying to hum a lullaby to the alien baby, which screeched, turned into a bug, and ran. Will shrieked and Nico accidentally summoned a pile of alien skulls. “Hey! My singing isn’t that bad,” Will protested, and the alien bug screeched again and shot some kind of web at Will’s face. Will squealed, trying clumsily to wipe the webbing off his face. Once Nico stopped laughing, he helped to pull the webbing out of Will’s hair, although once he managed to detangle the last of the webbing, he found himself enthralled by the soft bouncy texture of Will’s hair. It was curly like Nico’s, but dryer to the touch, probably a testament to the hours of sunbathing Nico figured Will had to do in order to stay tanned all year round. He didn’t realise he was obsessively caressing his best friend’s hair until he felt Will’s hand on his shoulder. Nico gasped, snapping his hand back and muttering an apology, but Will merely smiled and gods that smile melted Nico. “Fellas, is it gay to kiss your homie at Area 51,” Will asked to nobody in particular, and Nico found himself turning puce as Will leaned in, placing a gentle but certainly not platonic kiss on Nico’s lips. Nico’s brain seemed to short circuit, skeletal butterflies resurrecting down his spine and in his stomach.

When Nico’s brain finally managed a coherent thought, all he could manage to say was “that’s gay.”

Will snorted, resting his head on Nico’s shoulder as he laughed silently. “You’re gay,” he finally replied through giggles.

“Well you kissed me, you’re gay,” Nico retorted with a huff.

“Yeah, but is it gay if it’s your homie and you’re in Area 51,” Will asked with an impish grin, lifting his head and giving Nico a mishievous grin.

“We are gay, you dumbass,” Nico replied, lightly shoving Will’s shoulder.

“I guess we are,” Will replied with feigned thoughtfulness lacing his voice, “maybe we should make out just to be sure.”

“Don’t push your luck, Solace,” Nico said sternly, and Will pouted comically. Nico stood on his toes and leaned up, but he was too short to reach, so Will leaned down and Nico was finally able to place a rough kiss on Will’s lips.

And of course, that just had to be the exact moment to hear a chorus of “two bros, chillin’ in a space ship, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay!” They broke apart immediately, startled by the presence of an Iris message showing Percy, Jason, Leo and Piper all grinning stupidly at them and Annabeth rolling her eyes.

“I’ll kill you all if you dare tell anyone,” Nico warned, raising skeletons to chase after them- although the skeletons were certainly not human. Leo and Percy screamed and ran, whilst Piper and Will laughed loudly. Jason merely raised his eyebrow, and Nico shrugged in response.

“So, that’s your type, huh,” Percy grinned, “I never thought we’d share a type!”

“What,” Nico snapped.

“Bossy blondes,” Percy replied, and Jason and Annabeth glared daggers.

“I agree,” Piper chimed in, “bossy blondes are worth the trouble.” This time, Jason and Annabeth both blushed.

Nico shrugged, looking back to Will, who seemed to be pre-occupied with the Stargate behind them. “Well, this one’s my bossy blond,” Nico replied fondly.

“Troublemakers are my type,” Annabeth replied, and Percy and Piper bowed proudly, “and Jason’s.”

“My type is pouty emo kids with long hair and sexy accents,” Will replied, and Nico blushed darkly.

“Your type is troublemakers,” Piper replied, “the ideal OTP formula is bossy blonde and troublemaking brunette, you can’t change my mind.”

“Whatever,” Nico protested. The Iris message cut off when a fight broke out between a Star Wars stan and a Trekkie.

“So,” Will began immediately, “can we be boyfriends now?”

“Only if you keep PDA to a minimum,” Nico replied, and Will beamed, glowing a warm amber light. Before they could do much more, however, a loud explosion ripped their attention away from each other. They both ran out to find the source of the explosion, and that is where they found Clarisse refereeing a battle between Shaggy and Thanos. The Stolls were running a betting ring, and Nico was sure they were all gonna die. But hey, it was a room full of Millennials and Gen Z, so nobody seemed particularly bothered by the danger of the situation, because this footage would certainly be legendary. Thanos snapped, and Shaggy disintegrated, only to reform using 1% of his power and steal the gauntlet. Shaggy dabbed, and Thanos was no more. Clarisse blew her whistle and the fight was over- the most epic showdown in human history and it had only taken seconds. Within minutes, lightening struck, and that was the moment Percy groaned loudly in realisation that the gods had been responsible for Area 51 all along.

“FUCK YOU, ZEUS,” Percy yelled, and the lightening would have struck him if it wasn’t for Shaggy eating the lightening bolt and letting out a loud burp.

“Do you have any wisdom, O mighty one,” Kayla asked, bowing at Shaggy’s feet.

“Sometimes you just gotta eat the enemy, man,” Shaggy replied, and the demigods let out a collective awed ‘ooohhh’. It was that moment that Shaggy burped out a heart-shaped arrow, and Nico realised that Shaggy had vored Cupid. Nico felt a smug grin break through his usually stoic expression, and Jason cheered loudly from the sidelines.

“Anyway, Shaggy said gay rights,” Will grinned.

“Actually, young man,” Shaggy said, gently resting his hand on Will’s shoulder, “I say gay and trans rights. And on that note, I think I might assassinate the president! Until next time, guys, gals, and non-binary pals!” And with that, and a wink to Alex Fierro, Shaggy dissipated into the wind, enraging the bigots and empowering the queer kids.

The raid continued into the night, the Stolls helping to take technology back to camp and Clarisse leading the charge against the military. It was only when Nico and Will made their way to the middle of the camp, all of the aliens freed and all technology liberated, that the end of the raid was in sight. Nico opened the final door, the entire raid party behind them, to find Rick Astley tied to a chair, singing Never Gonna Give You Up. It was then that they realised: they had been Rickrolled by the government.

[caranfindel]

Recap/review 15.03: “The Rupture”

THEN: Ghost/spirits/whatever, blah blah blah. The only thing of note here is that they choose to remind us that Sam is fated to kill Rowena. But I'm sure that doesn't mean anything. There are tons of reasons to include this. Tons.

NOW: We're still in Whatever-this-place-is-called, Kansas. Ghosts/spirits/whatever are still flinging themselves against the barrier. Sam's still in charge of the hunter troops. Expanded Team Free Will is back in the graveyard and they've got a plan that Rowena insists will work. It's a powerful spell that will "patch those holes up" in time for tea. (Rowena is back in a dramatic gown today, but I don't like the casual jacket she's wearing with it.) All she needs is a ghost-free space, which happens to be the mausoleum the gang found in 15.01. No one's thrilled about that. We also see the opening to Hell itself, which is a giant hole in the ground. It doesn't seem to give anyone PTSD, though.

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The gang salts the perimeter of the mausoleum while Rowena mixes up her spell, and right away something evil starts banging on the doors. She recites something not-English, her eyes glow purple, and we see the battered barrier glowing purple as well. But then she looks disturbed and the purple glow fades and she gets more and more upset and then collapses. "We're all going to die!" she says.

Title card!

Rowena asks for a drink and then has to clarify that she means "a real drink," and we have a cute wordless conversation where Sam requests Dean's flask, Dean says what, MY flask, Sam says yes, asshole, and Dean says sigh, okay. It's precious.

It is, unfortunately, impossible to screencap, but I'm sure someone will GIF it. In the meanwhile, let's enjoy concerned Winchesters.

Rowena says the spell can't work because the spirits are too wild, too desperate, too angry, and too numerous. No magic on earth can stop "those walls" from falling. Within hours. (Did we really explain the walls? I guess it's the walls between earth and Hell? And why plural?) Dean decides they're going to keep fighting as long as they can. He tells Rowena to make more of those soul collectors, but she says it's pointless. Probably because Sam's wearing the orange jacket, so she doesn't see any reason to prolong the agony. She says she may have been able to shore up the wall if she'd gotten there sooner, but now the wall is too damaged for her to save.

Belphagar leaves, ignoring Dean's "where the Hell are you going!" and Cas goes after him. Dean continues yelling that they're not going to give up, that's not who they are, and Sam silences him with a single hand motion because he knows how I feel about him being Chiefly. Sam crouches next to Rowena and puts a concerned hand on her shoulder and asks if she needs anything because he knows I also love him being soft and concerned.

Who DOESN'T know?

Hey, if you don't want to read some serious Sam fangirling, you're in the wrong place. You should realize this by now.

Belphagar and Cas are out in the cemetery, where no one is bothering them even though something was knocking pretty vigorously on the mausoleum door. Belphagar wanted to look at the giant hole into Hell. "Where it all began."

Meanwhile, Dean's loading up. He's not just going to wait for the world to end, he's going out fighting.

He's angry and backlit, and I love both of those things.

Sam sits next to him and they have a lovely dark conversation where Sam says he's out of ideas but acts like he thinks there still must be something they can do, and Dean says Chuck's "sloppy-ass ghostpocalypse" isn't going to be the last word and acts like he thinks there's nothing they can do but die fighting. And Rowena just sits sad and quiet and alone, paging through the Book of the Damned. I do like that she kept it and uses it in front of the Winchesters. But she says she hasn't found anything useful.

Back outside, Belphagor says the opening in the ground isn't a door or a gate, it's a tear. And he has a plan. "Lilith's Crook" is a horn that Lilith used to control her demons - it can corral all demons and bring them back home. (BTW, nobody reacts to the name Lilith either. It's like seasons three through five never happened.) It's in Lilith's chamber, which is unsealed now that every door in Hell is open. If Belphagor uses it in Hell, all the demons and spirits will be sucked into Hell, and then Rowena can close the door once they're not pushing against it.

Rowena confirms that she has "a spell of my own devising" that she could use to close the door. Well, she said earlier that there were any number of spells she could have tried earlier, so surely this is one of those spells. It's a healing spell - if the opening is a wound, not a door, this will allow it to heal and close up. Sounds reasonable.

It will require perfect timing, and she'll need some strangely easy-to-obtain ingredients (which seems to be a theme this season, doesn't it). And an assistant. "Dibs on Samuel. You're as close to a seasoned witch as we've got in this lot." (!!!)

She also needs someone to hang out at the edge of the hole and toss the figurative "bomb." And it will be dangerous, so Dean naturally decides that's his job. Belphagor drafts Cas to go with him, since he'll need help getting past all the pissed-off demons and ghosts who will be down there. "Yeah, Cas will go," Dean says coldly. "You've been to Hell before." Well, I mean, everyone in this room has been to Hell before (assuming we count Rowena's visit to Limbo as Hell), so. Cas glares at Dean, clearly thinking yes, I harrowed Hell to raise you, and I regret it every day.

Cold and yet HOT.

Hospital. Ketch wakes up just in time to get killed by the demon Ardat, who astutely notes that he's protecting his friends and won't give them up. There's your redemption arc, Arthur Ketch. I hope you enjoyed it. Moving on. (Also, doesn't Ardat look like a cross between Joanna Gaines and Meghan Markle?)

Cemetery. Belphagor asks Cas how he's going to get out of Hell before Rowena seals it up, and makes sure Cas realizes that his buddies don't care that he might not make it out. Cas pushes Belphagor into the hole and jumps in after him.

Mausoleum. A hunter shows up with supplies and Sam gives her directions on what to do "if this goes sideways," even though those directions should probably be "kiss your ass goodbye." Dean gets a text from "Ketch" and responds by laying out their plan and providing their location. Uh oh.

Hell. It's actually mostly empty. Belphagor claims he made Cas come because he just wanted company, and he wants to become best buds with Cas, having wormed his way into the Winchester's hearts. "Sam and Dean are just using you," Cas says. "Don't mistake that for caring about you, because I can assure you, they don't." OH, CAS, YOU WOULD KNOW, WOULDN'T YOU. Cas reminds Belphagor that he's an abomination, and then opens the door to Lilith's chamber, which is being looted by another demon. Belphagor's friendly with the guy, but Cas kills him. Awkward.

The crook is in a box marked up with Enochian symbols, which apparently couldn't be read by any residents of Hell other than Lilith. (Well, we can assume the residents of the cage could read it, but.) Good thing Cas is here! So convenient. The markings are actually a song of praise to Lucifer. Cas reads it, but nothing happens, and Belphagor says "They're verses, Cas. I think they need to be sung." We don't have to listen to Cas sing the whole thing, but we do get Belphagor mocking his angelic voice.

The demon then tells Cas to make his escape, which kind of surprises me - I was sure this set-up wasn't meant to end with Cas surviving. Cas tentatively holds the horn out to Belphagor, but then is flung across the room by none other than Ardat. She expositions for us that Lilith's Crook would have allowed Belphagor to rule Hell. She begins to smack Belphagor down, but Cas attacks, and holds her off long enough for Belphagor to stab her with his angel blade.

Cas asks him if it's true he wants to rule Hell, and he's all, no, I want to rule EVERYTHING. He'll suck the power of all of the souls into him, and he'll become a God. "I don't think so," says Cas, and runs toward him. But Belphagor blows the horn, and the ghosts/spirits/whatevers start flowing back into Hell, and into Belphagor.

Cemetery. Dean approaches the hole and wonders where Ketch is.

Mausoleum. Sam is anxious, and wants to be outside, fighting. Rowena makes him read the book as she prepares the spell. (What is he reading? He's not reading aloud. What's the point? Is he memorizing it?) When they hear Belphagor blow the horn, Rowena announces "it's time." She and Sam hold hands (d'aw) and recite the spell. I guess he was memorizing it after all. The spell bowl begins to glow purple, as does the "bomb" I didn't even realize Dean was holding. Dean tosses it into the hole without even wondering if Cas will make it out. So I guess he's still mad at Cas, if you were wondering.

Hell. Cas finally makes his way to Belphagor and tackles him, stopping the horn. As Cas punches the demon, his sunglasses fall off, and he looks up at Cas with his burned-out eyes and pleads for him to stop. "It's me, Jack." Gotta say, Alex does a good job here of playing someone trying to sound like Jack and not quite succeeding. I was afraid Cas would fall for it, but he doesn't. In fact, this inspires him to do the glowy hand thing and burn Belphagor - and Jack's corpse - to a crisp. Too bad you didn't wait until he sucked up all the souls, Cas.

Topside. Sam calls Dean and learns that something doesn't feel right, and the crack is closing up. Meanwhile, Rowena picks up a knife and plunges it into her own shoulder. As Sam watches in horror, she reaches in and pulls out "my last resurrection sachet - won't need that where I'm going." She tells him the Lilith's Crook plan may have been his only shot, but she still has an option. Because magic can contain anything. Even Hell, as long as she's willing to pay the price.

Horrified/confused Sam. Mmmmm.

She tells him "death is an infinite vessel" but he doesn't get it yet. All she needs for this spell are two ingredients. Sam's all, you have them here? Why didn't you tell us? "Because, dear, the first ingredient is my own still-coursing blood, and the last is my final breath." She'll absorb all the spirits and then throw herself Hell (!!!) and then, when her body eventually rots and the spirits are released, they'll be back in Hell. (So I guess she has to toss the wound-healing spell in there too, somehow, but that's just details.) Sam tries to stop her with the Single Upraised Finger of Reason, but not only does she ignore that finger, she tells Sam he has to be the one to kill her. Y'all, I always love the Single Upraised Finger of Reason.

I would obey this finger.

Topside. Cas made it out of the Hell. Wow, I was worried there for a minute.

Mausoleum. Rowena insists Sam has to be the one to kill her, because the spell requires her "real, permanent demise," and Sam's the only one who can do that. It's in the books. "You know what?" says Sam "Screw the books." YES SAM.

Topside. Cas tells Dean he killed Belphagor and the crook was destroyed.

Mausoleum. Sam tries to take the knife from Rowena, but she holds it against her body. "I don't care about anything enough to take my own life. Not you, your brother, not even the world. But I believe in prophecy, I believe in magic, and everything we need to end this is right in our hands." I don't know, Rowena. Those books you're so insistent on believing? They've been known to change. Sam rests the knife against her but he's still fighting it, even though she's shouting "kill me, Samuel!"

Then she clamps a hand on his shoulder and says "I know we've gotten quite fond of each other, haven't we? But will you let the world die? Let your brother die? Just so I can live?" Oh, well, that was the right thing to say, wasn't it? (Also, can we just appreciate Rowena admitting she's quite fond of Sam?)

Topside: Dean yells at Cas. "This was our only shot! What the hell were you thinking?" I like that Dean doesn't even consider that Cas may have had a very good reason for killing a demon.

Mausoleum. Sam says a shaky little "no" and I think he's saying no, I'm not going to kill you but I am so wrong, because he goes in for what looks like a hug but he's actually plunging the knife into her abdomen. He holds her close as he stabs her and then pulls back to look in horror at what he's done. Rowena PUTS HER HAND ON HIS FACE AND SAYS "THAT'S MY BOY" AND SHE'S NOT DEAD YET BUT I AM. Then she pushes the blade in further, because apparently Sam didn't do it hard enough, which brings up an interesting question - what if Sam's stab wasn't fatal? Does any of this still count?

SAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!!!

Topside. As Rowena walks to the Hell hole, all of the spirits are seen flowing into her wound. I want Sam to hug her again, without a knife (OMG IMAGINE IF SAM HAD TO ACTUALLY PUSH HER INTO THE HOLE) but instead they hang back. She turns and says "goodbye boys," just like her son did, stands at the edge, and then dramatically falls into the hole just before it closes. Sad MacLeod music! (which I rather like)

Goodbye, boys.

Aftermath! Sam's sitting sadly on his bed. Dean comes in wearing a single layer, and it's a henley, and Sam's entire shirt is unbuttoned, so thank you baby Jesus for this bit of comfort we surely need after all that hurt. He asks how Sam is holding up, and Sam doesn't answer that question. He just wipes his eyes and makes a how do you think noise and asks if there's any word from Stevie, who I guess is one of the other hunters. Yeah, and the word is that the town is good, but Ketch is dead. "Bad. Probably demon."

We did it though, man. It's over. God threw one last apocalypse at us, and we beat it.

...

Yep.

What you did. Rowena. You didn't have a choice.

...

I know.

Oh, Sam! His soft sad little "yep," his reaction to Ketch, the way his little face scrunches up when Dean says Rowena's name... And Dean's trying to hard to be supportive.

Oh boys.

Aftermath part 2. Dean's drinking whiskey when Cas comes in and asks how Sam is. Dean's very short with him, and asks why he didn't just follow the plan. Because sure, Belphagor was going to suck up all the power of every soul in Hell and become the worst Big Bad ever, but Dean thinks they just would have figured that out afterward. And Dean has a point, but I don't know if it's the one he thinks he has. Cas didn't know Rowena had a self-sacrificial Plan B in mind. The only information he had was that if Belphegor didn't trap all the spirits in Hell, they'd end up destroying the world. And he killed Belphegor anyway. So yeah, Dean's mad because Rowena is dead, but the issue IMHO isn't that Cas's actions forced Rowena to take extreme measures, it's that they would have destroyed the world had she not been able to do that.

The plan changed, Dean. Something went wrong. You know this. Something always goes wrong.

Yeah, why does that something always seem to be you?

You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me. My powers are failing and I've tried to talk to you over and over and you just don't want to hear it. You don't care. I'm dead to you. You still blame me for Mary. I don't think there's anything left to say.

Where you going?

Jack's dead. Chuck's gone. You and Sam have each other. I think it's time for me to move on.

Sad Winchester music!

Oh. Wow. That was really cold, Dean. Now you're not trying to be supportive at all.

But we get your angry face, which I adore.

So! There's a lot packed into this episode, isn't there? So many deaths. I was surprised that both Belphegor and Ardat bit it, since I presumed one or both of them would be Big Bads this year. Are we down to just Chuck, then? There's also whatever Billie is cooking up with dead Jack; I guess that could be badness. Ketch is gone, which I'm honestly fine with. The only bad thing about Cas walking out is that it means we're going to have a separate Cas plot again, which I'm not thrilled about. And Rowena. I mean, I love her and will miss her, but I should be gutted, and I'm not. Is it because I know we're saying goodbye to all of them soon anyway? Is it because I've decided this is going to happen? Maybe.

But that's so many deaths for one episode. Is this the endgame? Just killing every supporting character we can think of?

And let me just point out that if any of this plot feels familiar - Rowena recognizes Sam as a witch and has him do a spell, secretly comes up with a world-saving spell that requires her death, and forces Sam to fulfill his prophecy by stabbing her, no matter how hard he protests - if any of this feels the slightest bit familiar, could it be because I ALREADY WROTE IT? Maybe.

(Waves to Robert Berens, who surely reads my LJ.)

Anyway. Please help me stay unspoiled, thanks!

[seokoloqy]

No Rest for the Wicked | jhs (m)

➳ PAIRING: devil!hoseok x witch!y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, pwp

➳ WARNINGS: none

➳ WORD COUNT: 4k

➳ SUMMARY: “Pain and pleasure.” Your fingers dance over the red design on his exposed neck. Ancient text scarred to this vessel forever, or as long as you desire him to be yours. “We’re one and the same now. So I’d think twice before threatening me, pet.”

➳ A/N: I really need to stop writing smut at 3AM it’s not good for my health lolol anyway, delete me tumblr. 

—

The ring of red spray paint on your calacatta marble floor is slowly drying, but nevertheless, you cross the threshold with black stilettos pointed at the man—demon—tied to one of your linen dining chairs. It’s going to be a bitch scrubbing out all the blood from the upholstery, but as long as you get what you want, you’re willing to spill a little more. Too bad this stubborn little thing won’t give up so easily. You’ve tortured dozens of demons—summoning them into your home, tying them up, and draining their vessels—only to get nothing out of them. Your patience dwindles with each unsuccessful attempt.

“I hear you’re one of the big boys,” you purr, resting your hand on the lacerated shoulder of the demon who refers to himself as Namjoon. The wound on his shoulder begins to gush with the pressure you apply steadily, watching intently as he winces.  “Which means you can get me a meeting with Him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he hisses through gritted teeth and metallic blood dripping from his mouth, almost trembling in fury as a coy smile slithers on to your pristine face. Not a single drop of blood or sweat has graced your facade.

You can cut into him all day, but it’s beginning to get boring. You’re not getting anywhere with this one. The other lowly demons you trapped squealed like pigs the moment you sliced into them, but now as you go higher up the chain of command they’re more resistant to your tricks.

“Him, you know, the big man downstairs. Let’s not mess around, Joonie.” The endearing nickname rolls off your tongue as you bring one of your slim kitchen knives up to view. Sure, the flimsy knife isn’t enough to kill a demon but it is enough to harm the human vessel he’s inhabiting. You know Namjoon can feel it, every single searing cut and stab, the real vessel is probably long dead. No matter to you, the human must’ve been dead the second he was possessed by the slimy creature of Hell. “If you don’t give me what I want then I guess I’ll just have to put an end to our little rendezvous.”

“Go ahead, witch,” he spits, wriggling around in his binds and snapping his jaws at you. Oh, if only he could get his hands on you, he’d rip you apart. “I’ll come back for you.”

“That’s what they all said,” you scoff, resting your palms on either side of his chair. Poor man, he must’ve been handsome before you got your hands on him. As you lean into his beaten and bloodied face, you watch the frustration slowly dissipates into alarm. “Just before I killed them.”

You swiftly jam the knife into his thigh, earning a howl of pain from the demon. It’s almost humorous it can feel pain, after all, isn’t that all a demon is? A thing which brings pain and suffering to those undeserving.

Nearly two hundred years of practice, all you need to do is give the demon one piercing look and smoke pools out of his mouth as he gags on his own being. Your favorite part is watching as the things choke on their own blood.

“Et pœnitet,” Namjoon manages to cough, before the last of the thick smoke leaks out and his vessel goes limp in the binds.

You rip the knife from his leg, wiping the blood off on your black dress. It’s barely visible against the dark fabric, not that it matters if your dress is stained. You can always buy a new one. Being alive for more than two hundred years has earned you enough money to live comfortably—to afford the luxurious apartment you live in and the expensive ingredients certain spells require to summon demons.

But money is not the object you’re after now. You sigh, gazing at the dead, useless vessel. Another unsuccessful attempt to lure your prize out of his damn hole. The knife clatters to the floor, echoing across the foyer. You scuff out a bit of the red circle with the point of your heel, having no use for it anymore now that he’s gone.  

“A fucking demon threatening me?” You scoff to yourself, making your way to the kitchen, abandoning the dead human. You turn on the faucet and run your red hands under the warm water, watching as it spirals down the drain. “Yeah, right.”

Demons like to think they’re so powerful, especially when they look at you. Just some little witch, kicked out of her coven—all alone with no other protection. Those hags only threw you out of the coven because they realized how dangerous you really were and they didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. You happily let go of that dead weight though. You didn’t need them anyway, they only held you back from reaching your full potential.

You practiced necromancy, raising the dead here and there, it was just play. They feared the dead, and you could only laugh at their cowardice. Witches who are afraid to face the unknown aren’t witches at all.

Speaking of the dead, you peer your head out of the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the limp mortal still leaking blood all over your marble floor. You can’t leave the body there to stink up your apartment; maybe you’ll toss him out into the alley and let someone else deal with him.

As you approach the body, snap your fingers and turn on the lights. Previously the room was lit only with candles you set up before the ritual. Now under the bright lights, you can get a better view of the human. He was incredibly handsome as you guessed before.

What a waste of such a pretty face, you think, holding his chin up and turning his head to inspect his features. Perhaps this human is incredibly lucky you’re feeling generous tonight.

You grab his hands, ignoring the broken fingers you caused out of frustration when Namjoon had called you ‘the devil's whore’ for the sixth time. You feel a release of energy surge through you and slowly watch as the wounds you created fix themselves and seal off.

The entire process of bringing back the dead only makes you lightheaded for a second, if you were to do this eighty years ago you would have fainted. Practice makes perfect and you intend to do so until you are.

The man gently rolls his head back into the seat, groaning as if everything were just a bad dream. He shouldn’t remember anything that happened while he was possessed. The perk of demonic possession is you don’t remember all the fucked you things you did as a demon.

“Hello, human,” you croon, caressing his cold cheek. As his body resurrects itself and his heart begins pumping again, he’ll walk out of here in no time and forget all about this terrible nightmare.

He takes in his surroundings, from the lavish white decor being contrasted by artwork similar to a gruesome Goya painting. This is not the bar he was at and definitely not his single bedroom apartment.

“What,” He croaks, coughing up blood still left in his mouth. The lingering metallic taste makes him panic. What the hell did he get up to tonight? Did he get into a fight?

You shush him, putting your finger to his lips, “Don’t think about it too much, okay? Now, Joonie, I’m going to tell you exactly what you remember and what you’re going to do.”

He nods, thoughts clouding as you stare into his hazy eyes. Humans are too easy to manipulate it’s just not as fun as it used to be. You like when they put up a fight.

“You’re going to leave my apartment and head straight home, no detours. Then you’re going to go to bed and wake up the next morning feeling better than ever, but you won’t remember me or this place, got it?”

He nods again and you release his bindings. As much as you hate to part with such a pretty face, you let him walk out. Maybe you could’ve kept him as a pet, like one of those flying monkey henchmen. You could have given him wings just as easily as you raised him from the dead.

—

There is no magic spell to scrub the floors, much to your dismay. You’re on all fours sliding around in soap as you scrub away the spray paint that has dried to the ground.

All these demons you’ve killed and you still don’t have who you want. You’re looking for one person, in particular, the king of hell himself. You want him. If you can have him, no one will get in your way, especially not those unrelenting hunters that are tracking you down.

You’d kill them all with a snap of your fingers, but it would be such a waste of your time. Why not have a… bodyguard of sorts instead to protect you? You don’t want just any weak little demon clinging to you like a lost duckling. The devil would scare away any hunter brave enough to step into your line of sight.

Besides, it will be fun flaunting the king of hell around like your own little bitch who does tricks whenever you command. If the coven feared you then, they’ll definitely fear you after you get him into your possession.

It’s proving to be a challenge though, but you love the thrill of it. A face to face meeting with the devil, an experience not many will live to tell.

You sit back in your calves, humming contently as the last of the paint has rubbed off. Sometimes you contemplate hiring a maid, but then again it’s not like they’d be able to stomach all the blood splattered across your floors.

As you bring yourself to your feet and adjust your dress around your thighs, the temperature drops enough to the point where you can see your breath in the air. A telltale sign that you’ve succeeded. You contain your excitement, for now, only letting a sly smile show.

You turn around, bottom lip caught in your teeth in anticipation. What poor human has the devil decided to inhabit tonight? You hope it isn’t the prepubescent pizza boy that always delivers to your lonely, corpulent neighbor who enjoys drowning the sorrows of his failed marriage in grease and alcohol. The devil could at least go out of his way to find a suitable vessel.

However, it isn’t the pizza boy, but a man leaning against the threshold where the kitchen meets the living room with his hands dug into his black pants. Dressed in all black formal attire, it’s like he wanted to match with you in your designer black dress. It almost makes you grin.

But it’s not the clothes that have your heels slowly clicking their way towards him. His perfect features, perhaps this is the true vessel of the devil, beautifully carved by God. How can this vessel possibly be mortal?

You snap out of your revere halfway across your foyer, focusing once again on your mission. The pace you had set flows slower, tempting and sensual. You can feel his eyes roaming over your figure, curious but not tempted. It takes more than a little leg to get the devil on his knees.

“You finally came out to play,” you purr, running your index finger down his chest and straight to the waistband of his pants. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I’m not here because you called. You killed my officer,” he growls, ripping your hand away from reaching dangerously close to his crotch. You involuntarily shiver at his authoritative tone. The devil, the father of sin, has you turning into a puddle because of two measly sentences.

You hate it. He’s not in control, you are.

“Oops, was he important to you? I’m so sorry,” you feign, batting your eyelashes at his unimpressed expression. “So, what do I call this vessel of yours?”

“Hoseok.”

You purr, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Hoseok… I like it. And this vessel,” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his suit. “I like him too. Don’t damage it too much I think I’d like to keep him when you’re done.”

“I’m tired of your games, witch,” he hisses. The hand around your wrist tightens as he glares at you. There are flames behind his eyes, a reflection of hell—dark and desolate.

“Admit it,” you dare, testing the waters as you edge yourself closer wanting to be closer to his warmth. “You’re curious. Why would a witch like me kill dozens of demons just to request a room with you?”

“I can snap my fingers and you’d be nothing but red mist,” he warns, but you see through his empty threat. There is curiosity and you’re going to use it to your advantage.

“I’ll tell you exactly what I want,” you whisper, dragging your lips lightly along the shell of his ear. Your free hand glides from his shoulder to the smooth skin of his neck.

He’s not affected by your feeble attempts to seduce him. Over eons, he’s had plenty of desperate people throwing themselves at him. He’s built up a resistance to fools.

You don’t let his indifference deter your mission. You playfully trail your lips from his ear to the underside of his jaw, kissing gently. One leg snakes around his waist, letting your core press against his hip. Your breath hitches, unexpectedly more turned on than you anticipated. Fuck, you didn’t expect him to show up in a suit with a face of a god.

“Can’t you tell, Hoseok?” You tease, feeling his grip on your wrist loosen enough for you to pull free.

“I want you,” you venomously snarl, wrapping your hand tighter around his throat, searing his skin with your ancient seal. It’s done before he can even push you away and spit curses.

You let out a bubbly laugh, watching as he coughs and scratches at his neck where a brand has appeared. The stinging has spread throughout his entire body, consuming him in flames. He wants to yell and scream because of his foolishness. He let you close to him without knowing every angle he could play you at.

“You fucking witch, I’ll make you suffer,” he swears.

“I don’t think so, Hoseok,” you mock. “You see, anything I feel, you feel.”

It’s an insurance policy you’ve worked into the spell. In case he decides to rip you limb from limb it guarantees he feels every bit of the pain too, but you don’t feel any of what he does.

Sweat beads begin to form on his ethereal face. You crouch to the ground, caressing his warm cheek.

“Pain and pleasure.” Your fingers dance over the red design on his exposed neck. Ancient text scarred to this vessel forever, or as long as you desire him to be yours. “We’re one and the same now. So I’d think twice before threatening me, pet.”

—

You dismissed him to go wherever the hell he pleased, back to hell or to go off on a rampage through your city, you don’t care. He’s yours now to do with whatever you please.

You roll over on your bed, staring at the dark ceiling Your t-shirt feeling too heavy against your skin. You can imagine the way his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist and suddenly you want them somewhere else.

Your fingers hook around the hem of your underwear, sliding them down and tossing them out of sight. As your bare skin touches the cool fabric of your sheets, you sigh contently. You drag your fingers up your exposed thigh, shivering as your nail delicately tickles the sensitive flesh.

You want him to feel it—to feel every sinful caress and teasing touch. For the definition of want and need to become the same.

As your hand slowly slides across your stomach and towards the valley of your breasts, you pull your legs apart and let them prop up. You toy with your hardening nipples and roll them under your thumb. As they begin to peak, you run your hands over them once more.

Your needy core aches to be touched and you give in, swiping a finger over your slit. Shuddering when you realize the wetness that has gathered on your finger. You can push two fingers easily into yourself, but instead, you press down on your clit, letting the pleasure ride through your body.

“H-Hoseok,” you moan, as you rub your sensitive clit. You’re tired of teasing and clenching around nothing. With your other hand, you push two fingers into your dripping core, gasping as you tighten immediately around your fingers.

Despite having two fingers buried knuckles deep inside your pussy, you still feel empty. You need something more. Your thoughts drift to the alluring man in your foyer, dressed in black. His hands around your wrists, with fingers that could certainly satiate your carnal desires.

As your own fingers work, plunging deeper into yourself, your body rocks to meet them in the middle. The sheets stick to your skin as you feverishly move against it with a sheen of sweat covering your body.

Hoseok, you think, funny how you thought you had so much control over him, but now you’re willing to submit and throw the reigns to him. Just to have him desperately pounding into you, absolutely ruining you. What’s gotten into you? Is it the man drenched in sin who you've got a faint taste of?

“What,” comes the ragged growl at your door. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

His hand clutches the frame of your door, steadying himself from the intense pleasure rolling through him despite not lifting a finger. It can only be the power of a witch, specifically you, the wicked minx with a hunger for chaos.

Despite his sudden but anticipated appearance in your room, you don’t stop your ministrations, letting the lewd sounds of your juices answer his question. Too busy chasing your own high to notice he’s crept closer, darkened eyes watching as your slender fingers disappear inside yourself. He’s practically trembling as well, every swift movement of your hand has his cock twitching and begging to have you wrapped around it. In the strangest way he feels every bit of pleasure you do and it infuriates him that you have enough power to bring him to his knees.

“D-Don’t just watch,” you moan, splaying your other hand out across the sheets for him. “Touch me, Hoseok.”

Your wanton voice does not help the strain in his pants. As your fingers continue to work, feeling the coil of your stomach and your legs clamping together, he also feels the familiar tightness. Despite your request, Hoseok stays rooted to the side of your bed, preferring to watch instead. Allowing his eyes to wander lustfully as you come apart with just your fingers, drinking up the sight of cum leaking from your pussy and onto the sheets.

He just can’t look away, hexed by the sight of you absolutely wrecked. Damn witch, is it apart of this curse you bestowed on him or are you truly captivating his every whim?

You slowly remove your fingers, coated in white slick, to wipe it haphazardly on your sweaty sheets, but Hoseok’s hand wraps around your wrists. He brings your hand level with his lips, inspecting the milky substance drip down your fingers, before sticking his tongue out for a taste of your intoxicating flavor.  

“Just fuck me already, Hoseok,” you groan, as he swipes his tongue between your two fingers and takes them both into his mouth. The wet muscle swirls around your knuckle, letting himself indulge in the taste.

Your fingers come out of his mouth with a pop and he chuckles, “Do you even deserve my cock? Why don’t you remove the curse and I’ll give you everything you want, baby.”

Your mouth twists down as you look at him standing over you with wicked promises in his eyes.

“No,” you scoff, pushing yourself up by your forearms.

Does he really think you’re that stupid? Like hell you’ll easily remove it just for sex.

“I’ll get you to one way or another.” His words are laced with a venomous promise. He sinks himself on to your mattress, crawling between your spread out legs and drinking up the sight of your dripping arousal.

Without warning, he dives down to lap up the remaining juices still leaking from your sensitive core. His tongue runs up and down your slit feverously, eliciting breathless moans to fall from your lips.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you moan at the sudden feeling of his tongue running through your glistening folds. Your fingers intertwine with his onyx hair, roughly gripping the roots.

Hoseok groans, feeling the faint tightness in himself begin to form. The throbbing of his cock is satisfied with the way he rutts himself against your bed like a bitch in heat. He can’t help it, these human weaknesses, needing to satisfy his own needs as well. Usually, he can easily ignore them, but he feels what you feel. The lust is overwhelming - absolutely mundane.

His nose brushes your sensitive clit causing jolts of fiery electricity to flood your body. He forces your thighs apart with both hands to avoid being smothered as your legs try clamping shut. His nails dig into your flesh, leaving deep crescent-shaped marks on your heated skin.

You grind your hips against his tongue, trying to get yourself off quicker. As your back arches, the tightness you feel intensifies. So close. You’re so close.

Sensing that you’re reaching your peak from the whines and moans, Hoseok suddenly pulls back. Your eyes shoot open, raising your head to scream for him to continue. You find him sitting on his heels with a lazy smirk as your arousal drips from his chin.

“Remove the mark.” He demands, dragging his tongue over his glistening lips to lick away your cum.

You groan, throwing your head back onto the pillows, letting your hands make their way down to your clit again to finish what he started. “The day Hell freezes over.”

“You’re such a stubborn slut, aren’t you?” Hoseok tisks, seizing your hand before you can touch yourself and pining it to the headboard. He does the same with your other hand.

He reaches up to undo the knot of his black tie, loosening it over his head and brings it to your hands. With each loop he makes and tightens around your wrists, he can feel the burn of silk against his as well. He knows they’re tight enough when he can feel his the pressure on his own wrists.

“What are you doing?” You ask as he pushes himself off the bed to rip open your side drawer. His hands rummage through your desk, moving down the next drawer when he doesn’t find whatever he’s looking for. You tug at the bindings, trying to break loose to stop him.

Hoseok pulls a familiar object out of the drawer, a cylindrical and unforgiving device you only use when you’re desperate.

“This looks fun,” he muses, raking his eyes over your restrained figure. He climbs back to his original position above you. “Here’s our new deal,” he says, switching the vibrator on letting the soft buzz fill the electrified air. “Let me go and I’ll let you come tonight.”

Hoseok trail the vibratory along the inside of your thigh, letting it gently massage the tender flesh. He waits patiently for your answer, expecting to be met with your desperate compliance.

You pull against the restraints and flinch your leg away from the roaming toy getting too close to your core. Maybe you want the punishment, maybe you’re crazy to refuse the devil. Whatever it is, you still own him in the end, he’s all yours and he’s not going anywhere.

“Never.”

[stefanreyes]

› [ MICHAEL TREVINO / CIS MALE ] ┊ STEFAN REYES ― This TWENTY-NINE-YEAR-OLD SUPERNATURAL ( WITCH ) is AGAINST the humans. HE has lived in Marion for BORN HERE/ RETURNED FEW MONTHS AGO in the GREENWILLOW APARTMENTS neighborhood, working as a PARAMEDIC. There are no winners in this war, and HE is NOT AT RISK of losing the supernatural war.

↳ BASICS.

FULL NAME: Stefan Reyes

AGE: 29

GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cis male & Pansexual

HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6′ & 81kg

SPECIES: Witch

GIVEN POWER: Life & Death Manipulation

HOUSING: Currently resides at Greenwillow Apartments, Family home is at Edgewater Orchard.

HOMETOWN: Born and raised at Marion. Moved to New York for a few years before returning in 2019.

OCCUPATION: Paramedic and co-owner of Ambrosia Apothecary

↳ FAMILY.

PARENTS: Alejandro Reyes ( Deceased )  &  Leticia Reyes née Hernandez ( Deceased )

SIBLINGS: Maria Reyes ( Deceased )

DAUGHTER: Belle Rose-Reyes

OTHERS: Chloe Reyes - cousin, Leandra Reyes - aunt, Sawyer Rose - Belle’s mother

↳ VIEWS.

WITCHES: He may not openly say that witches as a species are superior to others, but he does believe that. After all they do have powers the other species could only dream of.

WEREWOLVES & VAMPIRES: The abilities of these creatures are something he’s always been interested in and he likes to study their powers and harness it for his own use.

HUNTERS & HUMANS: Don’t really care about what they do as long as they don’t cross his path.

↳ STORY.

Stefan was born and raised in Marion, son of two powerful witches, Alejandro & Leticia, whose ancestry went back centuries. But their magical line didn’t stay all magical -- his mother’s family had a secret which she did not even share with her husband. With one of her ancestors having married and procreated with a human centuries ago against the will of his coven, the witches cursed him in their anger and since then the magical line had been tainted, so to speak -- several of the descendants in the family being born with no magic in their blood at all. It was a secret well-guarded within the family though. These non-magical children were often killed or sent away where nobody knew them, stories fabricated to hide what really happened to them. It  was what happened to Leticia’s brother too, which meant that she had a lot on the line when she had children with the power-hungry Alejandro Reyes. When all she wanted was a family, her husband wanted nothing but power and fame, to make a name for themselves in the world -- which he did. And when they had children, they were mere pawns to him, not to be loved but to be used, trophies to bring glory to the family name and carry on his legacy.

As a child, he was cared for very little. And if he had been cared for, he didn’t remember much. Long time ago, he had an older sister. He had been five and she had been twelve. Her name was Maria and there wasn’t much he remembered of her. There were few memories, where she played with him and they laughed. And then he remembered his sister’s screaming, always her screaming. He didn’t understand what was happening. He didn’t know that at twelve the girl still had no magic and his father didn’t want her, not when she seemed like she would grow to be a mere human. It wasn’t long after that Stefan attended the funeral of his mother and sister. A tragic accident, they said, but he knew deep down as he grew up that it was no accident -- it was his father’s doing.

After that it was just him and his father, with no love lost between them, but Stefan chose to keep his home life a secret. He didn’t share with a soul what had happened to the rest of his family and lived his life outside of his home as a different person. An outgoing boy who easily got along with people, but he had a dark secretive side – despite everything, he enjoyed using magic, especially in a manner which hurt others. He may not be able to control his father, but he could control everyone else if he liked. He loved how powerful it made him feel and he didn’t care who he hurt in the process of getting familiar which his powers. 

It was when he was sixteen that he figured out what his given power was. He chose not to speak of it to his father, instead working by himself to perfect it. It was the power to play with life and death itself, and many fell victim to his trying to master this new power – and finally when he was twenty, he had perfected it enough for him to resurrect someone who had died many years ago. After perfecting a plan to run away from town, he brought back his sister, but he hadn’t anticipated how much of his strength that piece of magic would consume -- he was too weak to bring his mother back to life too. Stefan knew that his father would be furious when he came to know of him bringing Maria back. And he was bound to lose his sister again if he stayed to get strong enough to bring his mother back too. And so he bid goodbye to his mother and left for New York with just Maria, having no intention of returning to Marion ever again.

New York proved to be a fresh start not just for Maria but for him too. Granted, it was hard to settle at first. He had to drop out of Med school to spend his time taking care of Maria who was only a child, and a mess since her return. But once she began to get better, it was all worth it. It was a while before he could think about his career again -- he considered going back to Med school but that just seemed impractical now and so instead he joined as a student paramedic. Things seemed to move smoothly, and while he always had the fear at the back of his mind that his father would find them, he never did and with time passing, Stefan began to relax.

But his father did come for her one day, and Stefan lost his sister all over again but this time he made sure that his father paid. With his life being turned upside down after the death of Maria last February, Stefan has been doing his best to cope. After the initial few weeks of spiraling, he took to traveling, working at several medical camps overseas. Returning to New York where there were too many memories of Maria was not what he needed and so he instead moved back to Marion, in a attempt to move on from his sister’s death and to rebuild his life again.

↳ PERSONALITY.

Stefan may have been a timid kid at one time, but things were a lot different now. He had learnt early in life that being weak was not an option and while it took him years to fight back with his parents, he always made sure that outwardly he appeared strong to everyone, and then slowly learnt to grow strong himself. He is intelligent, charismatic and charming. His first instinct is always to be civil, if not friendly, with people. There is a very negative side to him too, a side which he learnt from his parents. He often overrides his instinct and can be very manipulative, use people for his own gain and throw them without a second thought. Although this is not something he would ever do to people he cares about. With his friends and loved ones, Stefan is the opposite of strong. He is caring and extremely protective, and would do literally anything for them. It might sometimes escalate to the point where he would do what he thinks is right for them, even if it is against their will. While Stefan does not have many weaknesses, his major weakness happens to be love itself, for he is easily manipulated by people he loves and trusts. With them he would be a pushover, letting them use him even when he knows clearly that he is being used. He has the tendency to get sucked into toxic relationships because of this. His biggest weakness of all had been his sister, keeping her safe and happy had been his biggest priority -- and when she died, Stefan spiraled. It had been months ago but only recently has Stefan come to finally accept her loss and begin to move on. He is hard working and ambitious, and despite his playful and carefree side, when it came to the real deal he is responsible and level-headed.

↳ TIMELINE.

Born: 2nd December 1990

Death of sister and mother: 12th June 1996

Resurrection of sister: 17th October 2010

Moved to New York: 18th October 2010

His daughter Belle’s birth: 11th July 2013

Maria’s killed again & his father’s death: 12th February 2019

Returned to Marion: 24th July 2019

↳ CONNECTIONS.

Baby Mama [ Sawyer Rose ] : Belle’s mother.

Child hood best friend [ open ] : Witch, approximately his age, who shares the same interest as him in magic. They knew each other since they were kids, and despite him not being in town a big chunk of the time, they’d still have kept in touch and would know everything about each other. 

Other friends [ open, multiple ] : Any species, level of friendship can be discussed and plotted, I am open to all ideas! Friends he knew in Marion or when he was in New York, or he met during one of his trips abroad. 

Connections through his daughter [ open, multiple ] : Belle’s baby sitters, School teachers, maybe witch who help the little girl learn magic. Those who take private classes for dance, art, music, karate etc. Belle is an active kid who wants to be involved in everything and Stefan would be happy to befriend her favourite teachers.

Colleagues [ Marley Evans, open, multiple ] : Other paramedics and EMTs, firefighters, doctors and nurses at the hospital etc.

Exes & flings [ open, multiple ] : It can range from just a one night stand or a long term flings, friends with benefits,enemies with benefits, exes in good terms & bad, I am open to anything here, as wild and dramatic as you want to go.  

People who owe him [ Ryder, open, multiple ] : He can get devious with methods to repay him for favours he does for people. He owns an apothecary and can craft just about any spell people may want from him, as long as they are ready to pay his price.

I will think of more, but if there’s anything else you need, I am open to exploring!!

↳ TAGS.

Clever as the devil and twice as pretty ( visage )

They won’t break me but they will fear me ( musings )

[tetsuwan-atom]

Villain Headcanon: Lucius Einholt

This one has been a long time coming. You’ve seen him on the blog already doing the rounds in one particular interaction and coming up in another. Now that there is a proper story and background fleshed out for the main story, I can present thee for all to view. This is a relatively new character, originally conceived for one particular interaction, but has of course been expanded to tell a wider story in the main context. This then is the story of Lucius Einholt, Lord Master of the Dark Arts.

Faceclaim is Young Black Jack.

Trigger Warnings include: Experimentation, Self Experimentation, implications of mutilation and self-mutilation.

Lucius is an interesting character.

As a baby, he was raised by caring parents, born in Victorian times. A family who had long tried to throw away a shaky past from generations ago, to begin a proper life, a real life, away from torment, controversy and suffering. The Einholt family cherished their precious son, taught him values and morals. They raised him to be a good boy, to be kind among all.

...But he was only ten years old when he was whisked away from his life by forces who had been watching him his whole life. Forces who had actually been watching his family, for many a time, many a century, even. He was confused, scared, why did these people take him away from happiness and love?

It was because he was supposed to be their saviour, their messiah resurrected, to lead them to a new dawn, a new empire which would consume the whole multiverse. It was a destiny he did not know of in the beginning, no. These grotesque beings kept him isolated. They had to study him, observe him. His morals and values had to be crushed.. and they weren't sure how to do that. They could break him, destroy his psyche, but he was not supposed to be a puppet, he was supposed to be the one to rule. They too, could not force his anger, for it might prove a curse on their species. They had to turn him into that ruler, something which would take a lot of work.

Through his late childhood and teens, he was looked after by maids and servants, treated like royalty. Royalty was supposed to be pampered, after all. When he asked why he was here, they said it was simply for his own good.. and he will see the reason one day. They also put him through training, they needed him to be a fighter.. and he was surprisingly capable, but not enough. They had to make him a good fighter, better than a good fighter, for to rule was to be strong.. and while he had the makings of a strong boy, he had to be stronger than them all.

Scientists experimented, with what would be realised as the dark. Infuse him with that darkness, that energy, make him the darkness' best weapon. Spells of such torture, such pain, coupled with surgery, infuse his organs, manifest strength in the dark. A stronger body, stronger muscles, stronger heart. The initial scars were from this phase, the initial phase of working on him, to make him a carrier, a breathing weapon of darkness. Even part of his face was modified, as a consequence of enhancing his vision, his eyes. Again he asked why, he pleaded why in his emotions, why make him like this. Again, they said it was for his own good.

Finally he reached an age where they believed him to become a man. An age where they could finally tell him what he was meant to be.

He is a great descendant of a powerful man they called the Demon King, who was well prominent in Samurai-Era Japan. The Demon King was an entity that they believed ruled the underworld, controlled demons, created and manifested all sorts of dark horrors. He was selfish, cruel, he sought domination across all of life to plague with demonic hellspawn and rule it all at the very top. But his success was not to be, as a legendary Samurai, known to many as the Lightning Tiger, would challenge the Demon King and drive him to his death, in an active volcano, the only thing on the mortal planet powerful enough to consume him and extinguish his very being.

They wanted Lucius to follow in the Demon King's footsteps, to become that new generation, a new Demon Emperor who could harbour in that new age, in a world that was ever changing. But Lucius, he had different ideas. He found his ancestor sickening, disgusting, he, could not lead such an abominatory cataclysm that would consume all that lived and breathed. They picked him because he was the closest they had ever seen to the Demon King, like he could well have been the son of such a man. Nobody else in that bloodline fit like him, he was the perfect fit.. but he was not going to take up this offer, he would reject it outright. These beings that tortured him, turned him into that weapon that would guide them.. and he was meant to be put on that pedestal? To spread it everywhere? No. He could not be that Emperor.. and he condemned them all for such a greedy, selfish view.

These demons, they of course did not like his answer to their proposal. They got angry, enraged, their messiah had rejected them, their objective, their goal. They saw red, blind red.. they turned in an instant and all they wanted was to tear him apart limb from limb. No true Demon Emperor would turn his back on his own kind.. and he was their own kind, he could not be anything like his parents with his makeup. They saw him then as weak, pitiful.. he had to die. He had to be eliminated, their search to continue once more.

But... he wasn't going to let them kill him. They made the biggest mistake in turning him into a wielder of the darkness first, then telling him what they wanted him to be. It meant that he was too powerful already to exterminate.. and he was able to get out, killing and maiming as many demons as he could to escape the hellhole maze that they made underground. He got out, he saw light, he saw freedom.. but he was lost.. he was without a home, out in the open world. A world unfamiliar to him.. a world that would not be kind to him, as he searched for a new home. He could find his parents, he could reunite with his family, but the experiences he found back in the mortal plane would lead him to believe that it was best to instead let them think he was dead.

Every place he went to, every town, they sensed something in him, something which brought fear, anger, repulsion amongst the population. They sensed his darkness, his abnormality. The infusion of negative energy had left part of his hair white. He was physically a freak and the energy he gave off, nobody wanted to go near him. Every town and city he went to, he was ran out of, nobody could trust him. He was like an outcast of this world. The good, the kindness instilled in  him, it was beginning to wane. How can you be kind to someone if nobody will give you a chance? How can you show these people that you are a good person if the darkness reeks all over you, that they can smell it on you, that all they see from you is an individual to greatly fear, to stay away from. Get close.. and he might kill you in the dead of the night. That's what they thought..and word spread around like wildfire. Now towns he was visiting, they already knew of him, they came at him with pitchforks and knives, with torches, they wanted to kill him. They blamed him for their troubles, their sorrows, that he killed people just by being in town, that the flowers died all around him, that the sun was darker and the clouds brewed. They were all blind to his soul, they just saw him as the Devil sent from Hell. He was not safe anywhere, even when walking alone in a forest, they tried to pounce on him, tried to kill him.. and in having to defend himself, to have to end lives, he did not feel good about it.. but in that defence, they saw even more reason to get him. They spun the story that he murdered those poor souls who were trying to tame him, that he was to become a criminal, that he HAD to die no matter what.

Everyone was looking for him now, nobody could rest easy while this supposed Son of Satan was on the loose.

Thankfully, word got to the right people as well.. and soon he was being sought out by another party. In a moment where a whole army chased after him, a whole congregation charged with ending his life, he was found by someone, a group of people, who used magic and trickery to confuse the angry mob, shielding him to let him escape.. and in getting him out of danger, they would reveal themselves to him. There was one village, remote, nobody knew it existed, for good reason. They were known as the Order of the Dark Arts, a cult by any other name to the villages. They hid themselves away for the same reason Lucius was running, for they were persecuted, chased, the nearby towns wanted to eradicate every single one of those 'Satanistic Believers' as they called them. The Order took Lucius in, housed him, kept him safe. They were hospitable, they taught him their ways. They worshipped the dark, that the night kept them safe, only bathed in the moonlight when it shone. The darkness showed them to be wary of the light, first persevered as the light of flames from torches of the mobs that used to hunt for them, but also in that the sunlight would hide the deviousness, the hunters in their droves. They used the darkness to see, to give them solace. They practiced dark magic to further their safety, they showed him what it could do for him.

The thing that won him over, was that they were not seeking to dominate the world or the multiverse. They just wanted to live in safety, as a peaceful community, that worshipped the darkness for what they saw as their comfort.

They did not see it as nothingness or extinction, they saw it as strength, resolve, union, comfort, happiness. They celebrated, they congregated. It was a community that bred and flourished. He would become part of that community, showing resolve to become their leader, their protector. He lead only in the stead that he had to keep them safe, for he was one of them, he was filled with that darkness, that negative energy.. and he found a purpose in this village to show kindness, even in the circumstances that he was in.

He trained more, he experimented further on himself only in ways shown by the Dark Arts to further his strength, his speed, his power. He did all he could to become more and more powerful, to become unstoppable. His body now littered with scars from all he did on himself, the pain he bore through, for pain was an indicator that one was to become stronger in the end.. and he was, he found himself truly in a position to take care of the village that raised him. He would become their Lord Master, a title that was once held by an individual who birthed the town, killed while rescuing his kind many a moon ago. Lucius would become more than his predecessor.. and he lived with this Order, studying the darkness, researching it, reading about it, wanting to know all he could, doing away with the cliches, the misconceptions, that the darkness was not something to be feared, that it did not mean consumption or destruction. There was peace in it, not peace in death, but peace in life, that one can live in it, around it.. and that darkness must always be present in the multiverse, just as present as the light. No more, no less.

His powers and experimentation had allowed him to outlive all that he knew, the villagers that he lived with, they all grew old, they died.. and their offspring grew old and died.. and so on. He was their constant, almost like their God.. but he never wanted that title. He did not see himself as a God, he saw himself only as their Lord Master, their protector, to shield them in the darkness from those who sought to annihilate them. Centuries passed, but they did not move with the times, the changing landscape. Even as the 20th and 21st century came past, they did not catch up. To them, their world was still a time away, still in the Edwardian times, only just running around in Tin Lizzies, but without the magic of electricity. The darkness did all they needed, the magic gifting them with homes, clothes, means for food, everything. They were happy. He is their Champion of the Dark.. and he will forever keep them safe... to forever keep their peace, the peace he always wanted. As well, he still bears the last name of Einholt, in memory and tribute to his long lost family, the family that raised him and loved him.. and he hoped that they are looking fondly on him, that he is still their good natured boy, the boy he brought them up to be.

But despite all his good, his care, he is to this day still labelled a target, a target of misconceptions, of fear, of uncertainty. The modern age brought information to people at such rapid pace, including organisations of intelligence and science. Forces outside deduced his story, his lineage, they read up on his publicised kidnapping, they tracked down the underworld and found out that he was the descendant of the Demon King from all those years ago.. they did not know of his peace.. and they were concerned that he was out there, on the loose.. and that one day he would rise again and become a threat to all life and mankind. They would seek to find him, to subdue him.. to kill him before he could get the chance. After all.. it's in his lineage... right?

You have to ask yourself. Is he really a villain? Or is he only made out to be, a scapegoat, in the eyes of the blind light, that's seen in so many people, populated across the globe... and the multiverse...

Lucius, by nature, is a sophisticated individual. He endeavours to be kind, but he is also very wary, especially of outsiders. Centuries of living in his solitary village showed that trust to outsiders does not come easy, in fact, it rarely comes at all, unless you can prove that you are not biased, that you are not blind, that you can see beyond your misconceived teachings and can respect the other side of the coin. He does not tolerate judgement or bias, of any sort. He will defend his people to the death, from any and all foes. They are his world, his life, his everything. He is a researcher, avid in many teachings and wants to know more about the world around him and the greater multiverse, even keen to research the other side, even if he is a fully dedicated follower of the Darkness for all of eternity.

He is listed as approach with extreme caution. Indeed, you should approach with caution, but not for the reasons that they want you to think...

Verse Specific:

Bladena Verse ( @xbloodsoakedx​ ): In this verse, Lucius was whisked at birth to the Church of the Great One. There, he was experimented on brutally, in many different ways, even going so far as to try and shatter his psyche. He was one of many ‘Weapons’ created to protect the church from all threats. In his case, he was crafted to protect the world against the likes of warriors like Rokuro Hengawa, powerful entities who came close to eradicating the Church entirely. It is in that nature that he is aptly named the ‘Atomite Killer’ in confidence, since he was literally made to threaten even the most powerful of Gods. A common theme is that he is supporting and working alongside the Church’s newest weapon, Violent Violet.

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nico’s timeline

1932

unknown date : bianca di angelo is born

1934

january 28th : nico di angelo is born

1939

september 1st : world war 2 begins

1943

september : the di angelo family flee italy and come to america after italy agrees to an armistice with allied forces

1945

unknown date : oracle of delphi delivers the great prophecy

september 2nd : world war 2 ends

december 21st : winter solstice; hades, poseidon, and zeus agree to the pact of the big three

1946

january 1st : zeus’ deadline for the di angelo children to be sent to camp halfblood passes

january 7th : maria di angelo is killed by zeus in washington, d.c. ; hades curses the oracle of delphi

january 8th - 15th : hades takes nico and bianca to the underworld and hides them there temporarily before wiping their memories in the river lethe and returning them to washington, d.c.

late january/early february : nico and bianca are put in the lotus casino and hotel by the fury alecto on hades’ orders after he decides it’s too dangerous having them out in the open where zeus could still find them

2005

june 24th : the second titan war begins

2006

august : nico and bianca leave the lotus casino and are enrolled at westover

2007

december 13th : nico and bianca meet percy, annabeth, thalia, and grover; bianca joins the hunters of artemis

december 14th : nico and bianca arrive at camp halfblood

december 16th : bianca, thalia, zoe, and grover leave on a quest to rescue artemis

december 18th : bianca di angelo is killed

december 21st : winter solstice; thalia joins the hunters of artemis

december 22nd : nico di angelo flees camp halfblood after learning of bianca’s death

2008

january : nico meets minos’ ghost in the labyrinth and begins learning how to use his powers so he can resurrect bianca

summer : nico is captured by kronos’ forces after returning to the labyrinth

summer : nico reveals he is the son of hades to kronos while saving percy and the others

august 18th : nico reveals his plan to percy to dunk him in the river styx

2009

august 18th : the second titan war ends

december 21st : the second giant war begins

2010

june 3rd : nico is sucked into tartarus while trying to find the doors of death

june 27 : nico is captured by gaea’s forces and placed in a bronze jar before being removed from tartarus by gaea’s sons

july 1st : nico is rescued from the bronze jar by jason, percy, and piper

mid july : nico and jason retrieve the scepter from cupid

july 18th : the quest to close the doors of death ends

late july : nico transports the athena parthenos back to camp halfblood

august 1st : the second giant war ends

EVIDENCE AND LOGIC BEHIND THE CANON DIVERGENCES 

below the cut where i explain shit that i changed or tweaked. also where i logic my way through a lot of the inconsistencies of canon since rick’s said three different years for when nico is born, etc., so i basically yeet myself into a history lesson on ww2 ( which is why there are the triggers there are listed below ) to make sense of nico’s history and timeline. 

trigger warnings : fascism tw / nazis tw / nazism tw / death tw

nico’s birth year : we’re given nico’s birth year as being 1924, 1932, and 1933 in various official sources, but these would’ve ended up having nico be 19, 13, and 12 years old respectively when his mother dies in 1946 ( see below ). nico is supposed to be a really little kid when he goes into the lotus casino, but there’s other events in his life that make him HAVE to be born a certain year, etc. in order to keep as close to canon as possible, i’ve settled on 1934, since it means he’s 11 years old when his mother dies. not perfect, but having nico be born any later than that and it’s pushing at the beginning of ww2 at a close enough proximity that nico would most likely have not been a) old enough in general but also b) old enough to remember details of his life that he needs to remember / does remember in the books. not that he should be able to remember any of that shit since he got dunked in the river lethe, but i’m doing the best i can with what i’ve got here, so 1934 it is.

di angelo family’s departure from italy : ( nazism tw / facism tw ) why did the di angelo family wait to leave italy ( a warzone ) in the middle of WW2 and not when it started? the simple and shitty answer-- they didn’t feel like they had the need to. even though maria is the child of an american diplomat, hades is able to keep them safe in italy because it’s his children that are the dominant power there, so they’re ( supposedly ) safe where they are. the di angelos finally decide to leave italy when mussolini is removed from power in 1943 and an armistice is called between italy and the allied forces. i chose to have them wait this long to leave rather than following the vague af implications of canon because a) it makes more sense and b) nico has a distinct memory of his neighbor pietro, who was a veteran of mussolini’s african campaign. that campaign ended in 1943, so nico would’ve met pietro and been somewhat familiar with him and his experiences on the campaign ( which is what nico remembers about him in his conversation with reyna ) before leaving italy later that year. 

pact of the big three : ( nazism tw / nazis tw ) the pact of the big three was set up after the end of WW2 in 1945. it was set in place for two reasons-- one, the oracle of delphi delivered the great prophecy stating that the next child of the big three to reach sixteen years old would either save or destroy olympus, and two, the world had jUST been nearly destroyed by demigod children already ( canon says that WW2 was the children of zeus and poseidon on the allied forces side versus hades’ children, who were nazis. yikes. ). sO zeus, poseidon, and hades all agreed to not have mortal kids ( in some parts of canon, it says ever again, in others it says the next seventy years. it should probably be noted that hades is the only one that actually upheld the pact regardless of what the rules were ). given that hades is only permitted in olympus once a year on the winter solstice, it makes sense that the date of them making the pact official would be on the day he’s allowed to be there.

maria di angelo’s death year : okay so according to maria’s wiki, she died at the beginning of WW2, which if i’m being honest isn’t possible. let me tell you why. the reason maria was killed was because zeus was attempting to kill bianca and nico. after the pact of the big three was made, zeus demanded that hades send bianca and nico ( who were already born at this point ) to camp halfblood. hades and maria ( justifiably ) don’t believe zeus’ intentions are good, so hades offers maria and his children a place in the underworld ( which is why persephone hates nico so much, like imagine your husband announced he was gonna move his mistress and kids into your home ), which maria declines since she doesn’t want her kids raised in that environment. long story short, they were right about zeus, and he blows up the hotel they were staying at. maria is killed in the accident but hades is able to save his children from zeus’ attack ( which is what has them being sent to the lotus casino, it’s the only place he can think of to keep them safe and out of zeus’ gaze ). hades says in a flashback scene that they’ve already gone over the deadline for when the kids have to be sent away by one week. if we assume that the pact was made official on the winter solstice, as i do, the first day of the new year seems like a logical deadline to have. add a week to that, and it’s january 7th, 1946. this is honestly the closest i can get to a reasonable death year for maria, as it follows after the formation of the pact, which is the reason for her death in the first place, and establishes a reasonable timeline of events leading up to her dying that fits with canon.

why the gap year after the lotus casino? : canon. nico excitedly tells percy and the gang about all the monsters that have been following after them for the last year or so, and grover’s been tracking them down for awhile by the time titan’s curse rolls around. so yea, that happens, and while it gives nico a bit more time to grow and puts him out of step with how old he’s supposed to be ( grover claims that nico is ten years old; my canon has him as being twelve in titan’s curse ), it sticks as close to canon as possible and ends up with nico being almost the same age. he’s slightly older in the end, but sometimes it be like that.

nico’s time in tartarus : canon says he’s in there about eleven days, and he just about loses his gd mind. annabeth and percy are in tartarus for eighteen days and come out traumatized but they haven’t gone totally crazy. part of this is due to the fact that they have each other, but it’s canon that nico as a child of hades would have more resilience to the effects of tartarus. i have him being in tartarus for closer to a month because i think it would take longer to mentally break him to the extent he is than it would for annabeth and percy, and we know from things like nico meeting akherys ( who says that she can’t do much to him because he’s already so miserable ) that he’s not as strongly affected by tartarus as others are. so based on what we know of nico’s resilience levels and his time in tartarus, and what we learn from annabeth and percy’s trip, i think making the time that nico spends in tartarus last longer makes the most sense. 

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The Hunter Diaries- Chapter Six

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Pairing: Dean x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester had been your best friends for as long as you could remember. Being Bobby Singer’s adoptive daughter, it was sort of inevitable to know the brothers. You knew you’ve had a crush on the elder brother for a long time, but you always thought nothing would happen between the two of you. You’re not the picture perfect model and you aren’t the image every girl strives to be. But maybe, just maybe, you were wrong, and he would like you too. Words Count: 1841 Warnings: Language, rude comments made about reader’s appearance

A/N- End is important, shit is about to get CRAZY y’all. Thanks for being patient, I had serious writer’s block for awhile. Hope y’all enjoy!

“You okay?” Sam asked. You scratched your head and furrowed your brows.

“Yep,” You answered. “Just… Trying to wrap my head around it.” Dean chuckled and patted your knee.

“Yeah, it’s a lot to take in.”

“He wears a trenchcoat?” You asked. Dean laughed loudly beside you.

“A trenchcoat,” Bobby confirmed.

“An angel?”

“An angel.”

“This is insane! But… also kinda cool. I mean, angels,” You gushed. “You’ve got to admit, it’s awesome.”

“That’s what I said,” Sam muttered. Dean made a noise deep in his chest.

“They’re kinda dicks,” He said. You slumped your shoulders.

“Oh.” You thought for a moment before adding, “Can you see their wings?”

Bobby chuckled. “No,” He replied. “You could see the shadow of them though, for a brief moment.”

“Awesome,” You said.

Dean clapped his hands together and stood up. He held his hand out to you, which you took and he brought you to your feet. “Now that you’re caught up, I say we get a drink.”

“That’s an excellent plan.”

When you and Dean had returned to the room, they had hounded you with questions; what had you been doing these past four months, why haven’t you returned Bobby’s calls, what were you thinking taking on a vamp nest solo. The answers were fairly simple; hunting, avoidance and “Why not?”

Then they moved onto the subject of how Dean was brought back and who brought him back. It took them almost a good ninety minutes to thoroughly explain everything that happened after he was resurrected.

Your mind was still trying to process everything. What they had told you was absolutely insane. Angels were real.

“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours?” Dean asked. You smiled up at him and squeezed his hand.

“Everything,” You said. “I can’t believe you’re back.”

“Me either, sweetheart,” Dean sighed. He kissed your temple before moving to the driver’s side of the Impala. You slipped into the passenger seat and buckled your seat belt. As soon as the engine was up and running, Dean intertwined your fingers with his, giving your hand a loving squeeze.

Throughout the night, Dean would always be touching you. Whether it was interlocking your fingers together or tracing circles on the back of your hand. His eyes never seemed to leave your face. He never thought he’d ever be here, with you. He never thought he’d ever be able to talk to you or even be in the same room with you ever again after saying goodbye and going to hell.

Your smile made his heart flutter in his chest. He never had felt this way about anyone before. It killed him when he saw the state you were in when he showed up; half dead and bottles of alcohol surrounding you. He knew it must have been tough, with his death following so close behind Carter’s. You never had an easy life and every bad thing that could have happen began to pile up on your shoulders. He understood, better than anyone, what it was like to feel as though the only way to cope was at the bottom at a bottle and killing the things in the dark. When he saw you, you looked so broken. But you seemed to lighten in the span of five hours, your smile and eyes lighting up the room.

He couldn’t have been happier at that moment. Gazing at and laughing with the woman he loved.

The woman he loved. It was strange to Dean, to truly be in love with someone. He had realized it before he went to hell, when he saw you that day on the street. And when you told him you loved him, he couldn’t have felt more ecstatic.

It wasn’t exactly the reunion he wanted, but now, sitting in a little dump bar, having a beer and just talking with you, his heart couldn’t have been fuller. It felt as though a hole that had always been in his heart filled, and he had you to thank for that.

“Well,” You began. You looked down at your fingers that were fiddling with the paper on your beer bottle. Dean’s eyes were fixated on you, desperately trying to read your expression. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“How is it embarrassing?” He chuckled. You gave him a slight smile and shrugged.

“I guess I’ve always had a crush on you but I realized I was in love with you about two years ago.” You murmured.

“You never acted on it?” He asked tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Instead of pulling his hand away, he rested it against your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“I didn’t think you felt the same way,” You said. He leaned forward and gave you a peck on the lips.

“I did feel the same way,” He whispered against your lips. You smiled and pressed your lips against his once more. A throat cleared behind you, causing the two of you to pull away.

“Um… Excuse me,” A pretty blond said. You raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes. “Can you not make out at a public bar. Not everyone wants to see… That.” She gestured her hand towards you two and you scoffed.

“Then don’t look,” Dean bit back, kissing your temple. The blond rolled her eyes and sauntered over to her friends at the other side of the bar.

“I’m gonna hit the ladies’ room and then do you wanna get out of here?” You asked. Dean grinned.

“Sure,” He answered. You kissed his cheek and slid off the stool. You made your way through the bar and to the restroom.

When you finished your business, you were about to leave the stall when the door opened and heels clacked against the tiles.

“I mean, did you see that guy?” One of the girls asked. The sounds of purses being set on the sink sounded through the small restroom and you could hear the women rummaging through them.

“Yeah, he’s totally hot,” Another answered. “You think I have a chance?”

“No.” You recognized that voice as the blonde bitch from earlier. “He was with some chick.”

“Oh yeah, I saw her,” Girl number one said. “But I mean, flash him a little boob and flirt your ass off, he’ll totally go home with you.”

“How do you know? He seemed pretty close to her. And she’s pretty,” Girl number two said.

“Did you even see her? He’d totally rather have you. I mean, you’re skinny and blonde. You’re a fucking model, how can she compete with you?” Girl number one giggled.

“What does he even see in her? He can do so much better than Ms. Piggy,” Blonde bitch said.

Tears began to well up in your eyes. Their words stung, echoing in your head over and over. You no longer believed Dean was toying with you, that feeling left a long time ago. He had confessed his feelings to you and you knew he wouldn’t give those bitches a second glance. But their words still hurt, knowing people thought you weren’t the kind of person who “should” be with him.

The girls left, laughter bouncing off the restroom walls. You wiped your eyes and unlocked the stall door, stepping into the room and looking up at the mirror as you washed your hands. You splashed water on your face to try and hide the fact you were crying. You then patted your face dry and left the bathroom, putting on a happy face.

“You ready to go?” You asked as you came up to the bar. You glanced over at the girls and they were staring at you, their faces horror stricken when they realized where you came from.

“Sure.” Dean smiled. He grasped your hand and slid off the stool. You looked away from the girls and Dean wrapped his arm around your waist as he led you out of the bar.

As you walked out into the night, the door opened again behind you and one of the girls came out.

“Hey,” She said. You recognized her voice as girl number two. She tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear awkwardly and gave you a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, about what we said in the restroom.”

Dean gave you a questioning look but you ignored it, giving the girl a soft smile. “It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not,” She said shaking her head. “We shouldn’t have said those things.”

“It wasn’t really you,” You said.

“But I didn’t stand up for you. I’m really sorry,” She admitted.

“Thank you,” You murmured. She gave you a nod and then looked at Dean before scurrying back inside. When she was gone, Dean turned to you and raised a brow.

“What did they say to you?” He demanded. You looked up at him.

“They didn’t say anything to me, I overheard them,” You said.

“Okay, what did you hear?”

“They were just saying that you’d rather be with someone like them,” You said.

“Like what? Complete bitches?” He snarled.

“No, like, skinny, blonde and gorgeous,” You mumbled. Dean made a noise deep in his chest, a deep rumbling, almost like a growl.

“Those bitches!” He fumed. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.

“Dean-” You began but he cut you off.

“No, listen to me when I say this. You are gorgeous. You’re gorgeous, good, kind, funny and incredibly smart. I don’t want anyone but you. I love you so fucking much that it scares me. Please, don’t ever doubt that,” He proclaimed. You grinned and grabbed his hand.

“You love me?” You whispered.

“I thought you would’ve figured that out by now,” He breathed. You stood on your tip toes and pressed your lips softly to his.

“I love you too, Dean Winchester,” You said. He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

He opened your car door and let you slip in, closing it softly behind you. The smile refused to leave your face. You buckled your seat belt and sighed in content. You were so incredibly happy.

You felt good for the first time in months. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to feel this elated again. Your heart was fluttering and you were almost jittery. You had the man you loved by your side and you were back in relations with your best friend and your father. Your life was finally looking up.

Until you noticed the slip of light yellow paper on the dashboard. You reached forward and grabbed it just as Dean got behind the steering wheel. You looked down at the words scribbled across it and felt your stomach drop.

“What is it?” Dean asked, noticing your paling face. You held up the paper with fearful eyes, allowing Dean to read the words that were currently running through your mind on a loop. Four words that had your heart racing and fear coursing through your veins.

I’ve found you, Y/N/N.

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The Feral Opress Headcanon Masterpost

Now updated and expanded!

Canon Star Wars Timeline:

Feral was the youngest son of Mother Talzin. He was born almost two months premature and had a twin who died at birth. Feral himself almost died because he was very weak. Talzin rejected him because of this. However, the Nightsister Kycina believed there was hope for him and raised him in secret. Once he was strong enough, she delivered him to the Nightbrothers, directly to Savage Opress.

Feral was very quiet and shy as a child, preferring to stay Savage’s side. He would cry at the slightest thing, resulting in his peers calling him a crybaby. Savage would defend him every time.

There are a large number of blue moth-like insects that live on Dathomir, in the caves surrounding the Nightbrothers’ village. Feral watched them when they come out at night. They often settle on his nose and/or horns.

Feral was a late bloomer when he reached adolescence. He even still had four of his milk teeth. As a result, his markings developed later than other Nightbrothers and it made him very self conscious and physically uncomfortable. Poor little babby </3

Feral, like most Nightbrothers, was illiterate until he became a tribal leader, alongside Savage. Even now he can barely count past 23.

Feral was born on a leap year. Technically, although he should be 20, he’s only 5 years old. <3

AU: A Galaxy Far Far Away

Feral is never choked by Savage. Instead, he tags along with Obi-Wan and Anakin, is taken to Coruscant and starts a new life as a Republic officer. He becomes friends with Ahsoka and gets along very well with the Clone troopers. He and Rex also happen to fall in love, as well. <3

Feral has a crush on a fellow Nightbrother, Lash, but doesn’t meet him again until the latter becomes a bounty hunter and finds work on Kamino training Clone cadets.

On one occasion, Feral is captured by Separatist spies, frozen in carbonite and transported to the remote system of Tau Cheti. The planet of Tau Prime - located on the edge of Wild Space - is home to a race of hostile bird-like aliens who have a deep hatred for Zabraks.

Feral barely makes it out of there alive. Lash teams up with Rex, Ahsoka and Anakin to rescue him and they succeed! :D

After finding Savage again, Feral stows away on board the ship that takes them to Lotho Minor. He and Savage have a tearful reunion.

When he finds Maul, Feral is horrified, to say the least. He’s even more shaken up when he realises his home world is in ruins. After Maul is healed, Feral is further frightened by his lust for revenge.

After Obi-Wan is captured, poor Feral finds himself torn between his loyalty to his brothers and the Republic. In the lightsaber fight between Jedi and Sith, Feral loses his right hand to Maul’s lightsaber. He would have lost more if he hadn’t escaped with Obi-Wan and Ventress.

Feral later receives a prosthetic hand, but the poor bab is still very upset. He can’t stop thinking about Savage and Maul. During this difficult time, he meets Yoda and discovers that he is Force sensitive like his brothers. Although he is too old to begin Jedi training, Feral gets an idea of what it’s like from Ahsoka.

After having a vision of Savage’s death on Mandalore, Feral travels to the war-torn planet, much against the will of everyone else. There, he tries to persuade Savage to join him and the Republic. However, he is shot by a Death Watch Commando. The shot doesn’t kill him, but he loses consciousness and Savage, grief-stricken, believes he is dead.

Taken back to the Republic by Obi-Wan, Feral remains comatose for a few weeks. When he regains consciousness, he is heartbroken to learn that Savage is dead. He constantly blames himself for not being able to save his brother. Try as they might, neither Rex nor Ahsoka can console him. </3

When Ahsoka travels to Mandalore to fight Maul after leaving the Jedi Order, Feral goes with her and Rex. There, he and Maul fight once again. Maul ignores Feral’s pleas to join him. Feral bravely states that he has no hatred for Maul and forgives him, hoping that they may meet again someday.

Sure enough, Maul and Feral do meet again by the time of the Rebellion. After Maul’s redemption, he joins Feral in Phoenix Squadron. In that same Rebel cell, Feral reunites with Rex, Ahsoka and Lash, who has become an A-Wing pilot.

Feral survives the Battle of Scarif, the Battle of Yavin, the Battle of Hoth AND the battle of Endor! :D He and Rex are overjoyed that the Empire has fallen and they both live peaceful lives.

Feral, Maul and Rex all pass away on the same day. About twelve years before the events of The Force Awakens, all three of them die peacefully in their sleep. (sry if this is too sad)

AU: Legend of the Night Watcher

Feral and Savage both live relatively normal lives on Coruscant, running a small delivery service.

However, Feral dresses up as a vigilante every night and goes to fight crime in the Coruscant underworld, earning himself the alias of the Night Watcher.

Nobody else knows the Night Watcher’s true identity except for Savage and Maul, who is the ruler of Mandalore. Maul is openly proud of Feral, whereas Savage is very protective and wants Feral to be safe, despite his risky job.

Feral is notably more confident and sassy in this AU, but he’s still the cinnamon roll we all know and love. <3

He and Rex are married as well :D

AU: At Home With The Zabrak Brothers

Feral lives a normal suburban life with his brothers and spends his days playing the guitar in the streets, singing Ed Sheeran songs and the like. He hopes to become a professional musician someday. <3

He is obsessed with Luke Skywalker and watches the Original Trilogy on an almost daily basis. He even has the Jedi’s name tattooed onto his abs in Korean script. XD

Feral vapes frequently, mostly just to annoy Maul when he’s reading so he can blow a huge cloud of steam into his face. :D

His relationship with Mother Talzin is shaky, to say the least. She barely even knows his name half the time.

Feral has a red panda plushie named Luke Skywalker, which he sleeps with every single night <3 In addition to his, he still uses a pacifier and Savage reads and/or sings to him at bedtime.

Feral loves Disney movies and listening to trap music. He always sings in the car when he and his bros are travelling somewhere. Savage now has A Whole New World stuck in his head for eternity XD

Feral has two exotic shorthair cats named Nightwish and Starset, after his favourite bands. Yep, Feral listens to some pretty hardcore music XD Those cats are spoiled rotten and Feral pampers them and pets them so much that he’s basically turned them into bratty sentient pillows that follow him around demanding treats 24/7.

Feral is addicted to junk food. When Savage bought a giant box of cookies, Feral snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night and ate them one by one for about three months solid before he was busted.

He once mistook wasabi for guacamole, which eventually led to him and his brothers being thrown out of Itsu.

In this AU, Feral is basically a big kid. He eats messy, is super innocent and loves playing and having a good time.

AU: YouTuber Life

In this AU, Feral and his bros are youtubers, of course :3

Feral has his own solo channel, called Forever Feral. It’s basically a little like dangmattsmith. Video topics include mini-vlogs, reactions, life hack experiments and LEGO Star Wars gameplay. Feral has his plushie with him in every single video :D

A number of Feral’s videos contain little skits in which he plays three different characters: Luke Skywalker, (the plushie), Inspector Whitby, his Sherlock-esque British alter-ego and Tariq, a blue dragon that speaks in verse and lives in an Arabian magic lamp.

Feral also has a channel that he shares with his brothers, just called The Zabrak Brothers, which has vlogs, Battlefront 2 gameplay and sketch comedies.

Feral has a habit of making cute commentaries on everything and has become famous for his catchphrase: “Sheesh-kebabs!” which he says whenever something dramatic happens.

AU: Nightbrothers: Ghosts of Dathomir

This AU is basically an alternate ending for the Son of Dathomir comics, tied in to A Galaxy Far Far Away in some aspects, as Feral and the other Nightbrothers are all relatively safe there (well Feral is anyways) until the Shadow Collective and Separatists bring the war back to their world. Instead of being exterminated, however, the Nightbrothers simply escape and try to find their own place in the Galaxy.

During the age of the Empire, Feral returns with his brethren to Dathomir, only to find the entire place populated with Nightsister Ghosts. After Brother Viscus resurrects Savage via an eerie blood-theme ritual, Feral explains what’s been happening to his brother as best he can, but the poor bab is pretty much traumatised by all the spooky stuff happening around him. Nonetheless, he joins his fellow Nightbrothers as they basically become the Star Wars equivalent of Ghostbusters and seek to purge Dathomir of the Ghosts and leave the past behind. 

Feral is rather skittish and meek in this AU, but has something of a boastful streak despite that. He’ll claim to be hard to scare, then cling to Savage screaming “Mommy!” Not ideal when you’re a ghost hunter XD

Misc/General Headcanons

Feral is gay and asexual. He’s been questioning his sexual orientation since he reached puberty and it’s taken him some time to come to terms with it, but he’s happy with it <3

Feral is also a demiboy and only feels vaguely connected to the male gender. He’s pretty much always known what he was feeling, but couldn’t find the words to describe it until recent years. Sometimes he worries that he ends up supporting the ‘flamboyant gay’ stereotype, but Savage and/or his S.O. reminds him that he’s perfect just the way he is <3

Feral will always be a kid at heart. He might have brief moments of cynicism but overall he has a very innocent and optimistic outlook on life.

Feral is on the autism spectrum (possibly Aspergers, but nobody’s really sure). He also has a bit of social anxiety, but the stronger his connection to someone, the easier communication is :)

Canon fact about Feral that few people know: 

He was only 20 when a certain event happened... </3

So yeah, this is it, finally completed! Yay! :D Hope everyone enjoys this! <3 May the Force be with you, always :)

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Supernatural Series Finale: Why Dean’s Fate Works

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This Supernatural article contains MAJOR spoilers for the series finale.

A lot of fans were hoping that Supernatural would end the way its penultimate episode ended, with Sam and Dean literally driving off into the sunset in the Impala, to new and unknown adventures. When it comes time to re-watch the series (a hefty undertaking, considering there are 15 seasons of it!) no doubt many will choose to stop there; the episode even has a series finale-style montage of moments from across its 15 years to go with that classic conclusion.

But Supernatural didn’t end with “Inherit The Earth.” In a show where death was in danger of losing all meaning, it was never really going to be over until we’d seen the Winchesters finally die, for good, we really mean it this time, no take-backsies. Sam and Dean have watched each other die, grieved each other, and brought each other back from the other side so many times that we needed to see them reach their final rest, in a much-improved new Heaven, without demon deals or miraculous resurrections or angel rescues or anything else. When Dean gets Sam to agree not to try to bring him back, there’s an almost palpable sense of relief, as sad as it is. No more deals, no more accidentally ending the world trying to save each other. Just a normal, human death (fighting vampires).

And just as we needed to see the Winchester boys die to really get closure, it had to be Dean who died young, leaving Sam to live out a long and apparently happy life before joining his big brother at last.

There were several reasons it had to be this way. One reason is to honor creator Eric Kripke’s original planned ending for the show without simply replicating it. As many fans know, the series was supposed to end with the season five finale, “Swan Song,” which ended Kripke’s original arc plot, but it was renewed and The Magician‘s Sera Gamble took over as showrunner (followed in later years by first Jeremy Carver, then Andrew Dabb and Robert Singer). In Kripke’s finale, Sam died (he went to the Cage with Lucifer riding his body, along with Adam and Michael) and Dean retired to live a family life with his girlfriend, Lisa, and her son, Ben. Repeating the same ending – Sam dying and Dean trying to move on – would have felt redundant. But reversing it, so Dean dies young and Sam has to move on and start a new life with a wife and son but without his brother? That honors Kripke’s original ending without pointlessly repeating it.

No offense to Kripke, but it has to be said: it makes a lot more sense this way around anyway. Since the very beginning of the series, Sam has been the one trying to escape the hunting life they were raised in and settle down with a family, while Dean has always been a hunter through and through – and hunters don’t usually die in their beds of old age. In the pilot episode, Sam has a girlfriend he loves and a career plan, all of which gets taken away from him when Jessica is killed and Dean comes asking for help. When Dean spent a year in Purgatory, Sam found another girlfriend, Amelia, and a dog, and tried to settle down.

But when Dean spent a year living with Lisa and Ben while Sam was gone, he didn’t adjust too well. He was always on edge, looking out for things to hunt, never quite settled. While he resents Chuck’s dismissal of him as a “killer,” Dean did always get more out of the hunting life than Sam did, taking satisfaction in it as a calling and even enjoying some aspects of life on the road. Dean was his father’s son, and a hunter born and bred; Sam took after their mother a bit more, with more of a yearning to be able to give up that life and rest.

Of course, Sam doesn’t necessarily give up hunting all together, as we see him answer a call for help made to “Dean’s other other phone.” He is also, presumably, married to another hunter. The writers have been carefully setting up Sam and Eileen’s relationship throughout this final season, giving Sam a possible future family. Whether the actress was unavailable, or whether they simply made a choice to focus on just the boys and Bobby (and, randomly, Jenny the vampire) for this finale, the blurry woman in the background while Sam is playing with his son could easily be Eileen, as she seems to be right height with the right hair color, and Eileen is as much a hunter as the Winchesters. So Sam is probably still hunting – but perhaps it forms just a part of his life now, rather than the whole of it. The way he left the bunker and turned out all the lights certainly suggests he’s not living there any more, and perhaps that he’s exploring other things as well.

While Sam was being carefully set up with a future family all season, Dean hasn’t had any really significant relationships outside of Sam, Castiel, and Jack for years. While he was a rampant womanizer in earlier seasons, this was later toned down, and his last romantic interest was Amara – and that was a rather complicated relationship. When Castiel tells Dean “I love you” and sacrifices himself two episodes before the end in “Despair,” it’s left up to viewers to decide whether he means it romantically or platonically – but it’s undeniable that, Sam being his brother and Jack his surrogate son, Castiel is by far the closest thing Dean has had to a love interest in years.

And Castiel is an angel – he belongs in Heaven. It was a bit disappointing not to see him there to greet Dean, considering how big a part of the show Misha Collins has been for eleven years, but Dabb clearly wanted to focus as much as possible on the Winchesters themselves, and avoid taking away from the welcome appearance of Original Bobby. Bobby confirms that Jack brought Castiel back from the Empty and that both of them worked on re-shaping Heaven, so he is around, along with Dean’s parents, Bobby himself – just about everyone Dean loves except Sam. Sam has ties on Earth, people to go to and to care about. Almost Dean’s whole world, except for Sam, is already in Heaven.

Some fans may have been surprised at what took Dean out in the end – a random bit of bad luck during a random mission against some anonymous vamps and a first season character who’s barely remembered (Jenny was turned into a vampire and then escaped the Winchesters in season one’s twentieth episode “Dead Man’s Blood,” in case you were wondering).

But that, too, was the way it had to be. We’ve seen the Winchesters psych themselves up for apparent suicide missions many times, and in several cases they’ve even died. But in the end, as in real life, Dean doesn’t know this is the day he’s going to die when he wakes up in the morning. He’s on a hunt and he just runs out of luck, like so many others before him. And even this was foreshadowed early on. It’s easy to forget that the Winchesters’ first real brush with death came long before Sam stupidly turned his back on a still living enemy and a knife in season two’s “All Hell Breaks Loose,” and before Dean ended up in a coma following a car crash in the same season’s “In My Time Of Dying.”

No, Dean’s first near-death experience came in the first season episode “Faith,” the episode that introduced the Reapers and which was one of the earliest episodes to set the tone and themes for much of the rest of the series – and it’s one of Kripke’s favourites. Most of the episode is dedicated to Sam’s desperate attempts to save Dean from impending death as a result of heart damage due to electrocution, but the actual near-fatal accident happens quickly during a routine hunt in the cold open. The boys are fighting a Rawhead and Dean just gets unlucky. It makes perfect sense, then, that rather than some huge showdown fighting God or Death, in the end, Dean just ran out of luck, just as he had 15 years ago.

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This, then, was how it had to be. Season 15 as a whole has seen appearances from many returning faces, of friends and foes alike, across the season. “Despair” gave Castiel a suitably emotional send-off, tying his fate to Dean’s as it has been since his very first appearance in Season 4. “Inherit The Earth” acknowledged aspects of Kripke’s finale, pitting Michael and Lucifer against each other one last time. But, ultimately, this was the fate the Winchesters have been hurtling towards since Dean dragged Sam away from the college in the very first episode. Dean was always going to die on a hunt, and Sam was always going to have a better chance at building a life for himself. And, now, in whatever far-off future year we left him, there’s still a young Dean Winchester around, and perhaps his dad left him the key to a mysterious old bunker full of strange books and a battered old notebook full of monsters…

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Argus Log: Kippen’s Demise

It had been a long time coming. The Gnome Warlock that the Vanguard had tracked over the course of a year from Un’Goro crater, through three different territories of Northrend, hearing his name whispered through Draenor, finding evidence of him on the Broken Shore, and then finally cornering him in Argus. The information that Erralae, the Draenei resurrected as a Death Knight a few days prior, had given proved critical in not only finding the location of his ascension ritual, but getting to the location before it completed. Field Marshal Integra looked at the mangled, warped body of Kippen Felwire before her; crushed under a fel meteor as Tornauleus cut off it’s right ear to add to his collection. Faye, meanwhile, was waving her arms around eccentrically, insisting on a parade of stationary balloons. The serum had worn off shortly after the kill, and she was back to the insane Gnome that Kippen had a hand in creating through false incrimination.

Surprisingly, the Vanguard did not meet much resistance on the way to the ritual site, more than likely because they were not at all expected. Carving their way through a few demons and Eredar, quite literally as Ithaeriel had thrown a blade-spinning Kelrith Shalith into two of them, the ritualists were finally alerted to their presence. Summy quickly killed the four of them with a frost storm, but the deaths only served to finalize their task.

In an explosion of energy, sending dust everywhere, Kippen’s ascension had completed. The Gnome now stood as tall as an Eredar; his body warped and stretched into a demonic amalgamation of his former self. Lean muscle rippled across his new form, his veins showing very prominently from underneath his skin, fel blood pumping through his being. The only thing that kept him remotely recognizable was his face, and even that had been stretched. His cloven hooves touching the ground, his stretched out his arms and flesh-toned wings. “Finally…. I have finally… obtained… perfection….”, he said, pleased beyond measure at his new form. The Vanguard rushed in on the offensive, Kippen soon slamming a hoof down and nearly crushing one of the enlisted. As the attack continued, Kippen grabbed Bennas by a leg and proceeded to beat Parathrick senseless with the paladin.

After a good amount of time, it became clear to Kippen that he was not going to live through the encounter. The demonic Gnome spread his wings out to flee, only to be interrupted by Bennas. Golden wings spring out of Theodore's back as he lurches up into the air, "NOT SO FUCKING FAST". The paladin hurled the hammer at the flying former gnome, "You started this shit. Now fucking stay here!" Bennas manifested a golden hammer made of Light, which hit Kippen on the head, dropping him back to the ground, temporarily stunned. Tornauleus took the opportunity to leap to the demon’s back, asking Integra for permission to remove one of the wings before quickly shredding it off with a sickening snap of bone.

Kippen staggered back a bit as his wing was ripped off, but he managed to still stand, pushing the demon hunter away with a bit of a kick. Breathing heavily, he looked down at the Gnome approaching him. A look of concern briefly scrawled his face. “Faye, You know how powerful you are… they don’t even appreciate you, you could jo-“ “Shut it, Kippen. I already know they don’t appreciate me, but you….” Faye chuckled darkly, her eyes glowing. “You… can appreciate the fact that you’re going to die to me. After all this time.” The ground shook and began to crack as fel runes appeared under Faye, circling her as all the Vanguard members stepped back. Throwing her arms up, the Gnome ushered a hail of fel meteors at Kippen that pummeled him to the ground. Attempting to get up, Faye snapped a finger and a final massive meteor fell from the sky, pinning the ascended gnome in place. As she walked towards him, Faye rummaged through her pockets until she found and produced a green crystal; a soul crystal ‘borrowed’ from one of the demon hunters. “N-no, you can’t be serious! Have mercy!”, Kippen plead, to which Faye kicked him in the face. “Mercy? You? HAH! Where was the mercy for me?! You wretched fuck, you deserve everything that’s about to happen to you… And so much more!” A swirl of fel energy appeared in Faye’s hand, and Kippen knew it was over. Glaring with his final words, he shouted out, “The flower will kill you from within! She is already ours!” Faye raised an eyebrow at him before rolling her eyes at his theatrics before shooting the mass of energy point blank at Kippen, finally killing the monstrosity.  The soul crystal glowed quickly, absorbing Kippen’s now demonic essence, for Faye to torment until the end of her existence.

Faye took a few steps back from the corpse, dropping to her knees. Her hands in fists, she looked at the soul crystal with burning hatred before her eyes widened suddenly, her hand going to her chest as the serum wore off, her sane mind disappearing within the dark recesses of insanity. Summy stood still for a few moments, paying Faye no attention as she began rambling about a parade. It seemed that even in this form she was aware of what had happened. “So... I can think of a few people with flowery names within the Vanguard, unless he was talking about a literal flower, which is improbably considering he gave it a gender”, Summy mused out loud. Bennas snapped to attention, “OH HELL NO”, as Summy began listing the immediate names that came to mind. Rose Kingston and Lilii being at the forefront. “We’ll question them, and go from there”, Inte looked down to Summy, who nodded, then looking to Malien as she began healing some of the wounded that had not been tended to already.

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