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You’re Here

Ch. 2 of “My Sunshine” [TreechxReader]

Warnings: Swearing

You spent the rest of the night at home, baking and cooking. If you were going to go, you were going to feed them. Heaven knows the Capitol wouldn't.

Your alarm went off at 5:00 am. You showered and got ready, leaving the house at 6. Your Ma was sound asleep. And your father... in his study.

Halfway to the train station, Coriolanus started walking with you. His uniform pristine as usuals Tigris was really a wonderful seamstress...

It was a cool morning for the hot day it was sure to be. The sun had begun to peak out.

Sun.

Sunshine.

You missed that. Both the nickname and the sunshine back in seven. Here in the Capitol, the sun beat down on you harshly forcing you indoors. In Seven, it might be blistering hot, but you went out and hiked. Ending in a day at the river, or late nights out. It's funny the things you miss are the things you take for granted.

"What do you have in there?" He asked, finally breaking the silence, his steps falling in with yours.

You smiled, and grabbed a small box on top and gave it to him. Inside was one of the pastries you had made. His eyes widened slightly at it.

"Go on. I ain't judgin'. Not my place. We've all got needs. And you need to eat," you said as you arrived at the station. You knew of his situation, Tigress said a lot to you when you went to buy dresses or alter something. Some days you went in to alter something as minor as a zipper just to leave her with a large tip. Not out of pity but due to understanding the situation.

"We all went hungry durin' the war... I don't judge you for your situation because it was my situation before my father started helping the Capitol," you say quietly.

Coriolanus tried to eat slowly, but failed miserably. The poor boy was starving. You made a mental note to send a "thank you" basket to Tigress for all she does for you.

You stood at the train station, your uniform rouges swaying in the soft breeze.

You fidgeted with the ring on the necklace.

"I... if I win I'll give you the prize money."

The blonde boy looked over at you, shocked.

"(Y/N), that's completely unnecessary you-"

"I don't want to go to the university. I don't want to be a game master... or a designer. I don't want to be in the politics. I want to go home," you said looking over at him.

He looked confused.

"But your home is h-"

"Home is District seven. Even if you don't agree with that. You're smart. You're ambitious. Not to say I'm not, because I am. But you can really make something of yourself. Who knows... maybe you'll stop these games... maybe it really will rain champagne when Coriolanus is president," you giggle, using his grandma'am's ramblings.

He gave a small chuckle and a very small grin. A real one. A very rare one.

"I give you my word. If I win, you get the prize money," you restated, stretching your arm out.

He grabbed your hand and shook it.

"What do you want in return?" He asked waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I don't want nothin' from you. Maybe we can team up? Not partners or friends, I know you hate saying you and Sej are friends... but... allies?" You suggest.

He nods and just then, peacekeepers march in. I hear the train and smile.

The train has 12 carts.

It screeches to a halt and the peacekeepers begin to violently take the kids out. Some of them get out just fine.

You see Coriolanus head off to find his tribute and you look lost.

All you know is that it's the district seven boy.

Your stomach is churning. It would be his last year in the reaping. There was absolutely no way that his name got picked. He'd made it this long.... His last year in the reaping. You fidgeted with the necklace.

A girl jumps down from a cart. She's got pretty red hair and scared eyes.

Then her partner jumps down scowling at the peacekeepers.

Your eyes widen.

You would never ever forget what he looked like. A bit more grown up, but that changed nothing. You saw him turn and his eyes widened, softening as they landed on you. The world felt like it was moving in slow motion. Like everything had stopped as you walked forward, slowly.

"Hey Sunshine... long time no... see..." he whispered as you stepped closer.

"Hi lumberjack... did... did ya get stuck in a tree?" You whisper back.

His arms wrap around you. Tightly. Squeezing you like you might disappear. You do the same.

The peacekeepers begin to take them away.

"You do what they tell you don't be stubborn, don't get hurt I'll find where they're keepin' you and I'll be there as soon as I can," you whisper as they take both from seven, shoving them away, his hand softly slipping from yours.

"Can't y'all play nice instead of shoving them!" You call to the peacekeepers.

Many of them shove past you. You scoff and walk past them back to Coriolanus.

"Coriolanus, guess that's our cue to leave..." you whisper.

He shakes his head.

"Follow me. You deserve a better reunion with your lumberjack, I'd think," he whispers.

You follow him and wait until one kid, you think their name was Bobbin, yet you could not remember many of the tributes much to your dismay, tried to run away.

Coriolanus pushed you telling you to run. You both hopped into the truck, all the way to the back wall. Coriolanus kept his arm on your shoulder, making sure you didn't turn around.

The doors slammed shut. You turn and give an awkward smile.

"Hi y'all..." you say sweetly.

"Hi..." Coriolanus says, smoothing out his uniform.

"What's the matter pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?" One tribute says, directing their attention to Coriolanus.

"Not at all. This cage is delightful." He responds back.

You turn and shoot him a glare. His piercing blue eyes glaring at you back.

"Do you have to be an asshole?"

In that split instant, the tribute has Coriolanus pinned against the wall.

You look wide eyed as he tried to explain himself.

A girl tribute, whose name you think is Coral, looks menacingly at you, getting close.

"What about you? Huh? Capitol gem I bet. We should just kill them both," she says, baring her teeth. She was trying to be scary, but all you saw was a lost dog scared out of their mind. You frowned.

The voices in the cart agree.

She grabs your hair, you yell and try to untangle her hands from your hair. "I- god damn it all to hell, I don't want to hurt you!" You yell at her.

You feel arms go around your waist pulling you away.

"Don't fucking touch her," the voice hissed.

Treech.

He stepped protectively in front of you.

"We are mentors... he's Lucy Gray's. I'm Treech's. You all get one. All of y'all," you say into the cart.

"If you hurt them, they'll kill your family back home," Lucy Gray pipes up.

The tribute, Reaper as you heard another tribute call him, let Coriolanus go.

The truck stops. Suddenly, the cart rips back and doors open.

You scream as you fall, feeling arms wrap around you. You fall to the floor with a thud.

You look up and try to figure out where you are.

"Are you alright? That was quite the fall," you hear him joke.

You hug him tightly.

"I... I..." tears well up in your eyes. "I was hopin' you weren't the one sent here..."

"Hey it's alright... it's alright," he mumbles.

I look around, hearing the musings of a reporter.

"Are.. are those... academy rouges?"

"Fuck..." you hiss. "Cesar Flickerman."

Finally taking in your surroundings you noticed exactly where you were. The zoo.

Treech holds out a hand and you happily grab it. He helps you up and you look around, smiling softly.

You look over and Coriolanus looks scared. Lucy Gray whispers something to him and they walk over to Cesar.

You roll your eyes, refusing to go over there. You take the chance to look at your best friend.

He was taller than you, only slightly. His dark curls were messily hidden under a hat. A hat you recognized as the one that had always been too big for him. Calluses that had formed on his hands from working with his Pa no doubt.

"You gonna continue starin' or talk there?" He joked.

"Sorry... just... you look... the same," you whispered. "Wait, here," you said starting to take off the necklace.

"No you keep that."

You look up in slight disbelief.

"Fine then you keep mine. I'll be your lucky charm. Now..."

You pick up your tote bag that had fallen, yet nothing was ruined thankfully, and call out to the tributes.

"Hey y'all, I brought some food for all of you!"

You hear Treech laugh. You turn to look at him.

"Something funny Treech?" You question.

"Yeah... this situation is a fucking joke," he says between small fits of laughter.

Ah. That's what it was.

He was so upset by the situation that he was laughing to not cry.

You could imagine how upset he was. It was his last year being in the reaping. And he got called. Then he arrives at the Capitol to find out his best friend that he hadn't seen in seven years was his mentor.

"Is this... really for us?" You heard a small voice call behind you. You saw a small girl.

Wovey from eight. You remembered her.

You lean down, and nod.

"Absolutely sweetheart. You go on right ahead," you smiled.

"Treech I-"

Peacekeepers grabbed you roughly and started pulling you out.

"Hey don't-" he grabbed you and hid you behind him. "Don't hurt her."

You felt the venom in his tone.

"Hey, it's alright... I'm comin' back tonight... it's ok," you whispered, your hand softly pressing against his cheek it softly leaving as you started willingly going with the peacekeepers.

They pulled Coriolanus along with you and as they pushed you out of the cage you smiled at him.

"Thank you," you whispered.

Cesar Flickerman stopped you to ask you some questions.

"And here we are with the Capitol Sweetheart, (Y/N) (L/N). Now what were you doing in that monkey cage?" He asks, sticking the microphone in your face.

You smile sweetly, "Well, I was just going to bring the tributes some food and baked goods they need to eat. And Coriolanus thought I needed a bit more time with my tribute, and he uh... he gave me the confidence to do so."

"And that lumberjack? You seem to have a history. In case some of our viewers don't know, Ms. (L/N) is originally from District 7, same as her tribute. What's uh... going on there?" He teased, kind of insinuating romance.

You turned and gazed longingly back over your shoulder.

"He's my best friend. He's home."

"Aww how sweet. Now you two should really be on your way," he mentioned, looking at the watch on his wrist.

"Oh yes. Thank you for your time Mr. Flickerman, truly an honor," you gushed, as Coriolanus offered his arm out to you. It will get his favor, and he would be kinder to you and Treech in his interviews.

You took it and began walking to the academy.

You let out a sigh of relief.

"We are far from the cameras now... I'll take fault for it once we get in the classroom. Truly, I can't thank you enough," you say, still using the voice you had perfected to mimic the Capitol.

"Well, I can not pretend that I did it only for you. Lucy Gray... She's something. And I needed to know more..." he whispers.

That glint in his eyes. A spark of some sort. Could it be that his heart was catching the sparks and fire for her?

"That girl's the cake with the cream, you lucked out there," you giggled, going back to your normal speaking voice.

You switched how you spoke depending who you were with. You had perfected a Capitol voice. But your normal speaking was still that of a district girl.

"She said that too. Said I was the "Cake with the cream". What does it mean?" He questioned, a bit embarrassed at not understanding the words.

"It means... that you're all that. Rare. The best. In the districts, cake isn't common for everyone to have. And if they do it's plain. Maybe some fruit on it. But to have a cake with frostin'? You must've lucked out to receive it," you explained.

"Hey... I... I guess I just want to say... you don't have to say my full name. Just call me Coryo... like Tigress..." he mumbled.

You noticed the sudden change in attitude and thought it was strange. A few weeks ago you would have stayed far away from the Snow boy, knowing he wasn't too fond of the districts. Now, he was giving you permission to call you a nickname. 'Lucy Gray Baird the woman you are' you thought to yourself with a smile.

Your heels clicked on the marble floors of the academy as you reached the classroom. You looked over at the blonde man next to you and sighed, smiling.

You quietly pushed the door open, slipping off your heels as to not make too much noise.

"Mr.Snow... (Y/N). Your little stunt could have gotten you both hurt... I'm afraid that's a demerit for you. 5 and you get expelled," he said, speaking to Coryo.

"Sir, I must take responsibility for my part in this-"

"Don't lie to me. I know whose brazen idea this was. Do not take the blame for someone who would throw you to the wolves if their life was in danger," Dean Highbottom said.

He had always had a soft spot for you. You didn't know why. But he'd always been kind to you. Favoring you even.

You took your place next to Sejanus, Coryo on the other side of him. Sejanus tapped your leg three times and you nodded.

'Are you ok.'

"You did not say stay away. You told us to have them perform so I did," Coryo argues back.

"You risked the lives of Capitol citizens," Dean Highbottom calmly stated.

"Like who?"

"(Y/N) and yourself Mr.Snow."

"Dean Highbottom, I truly do apologize for this. My tardiness and the disruption of your lecture. But... it was my idea to get in with the tributes. I was scared to do so because I was scared of breaking the rules, but Coryo convinced me to. I... I put his life in danger-"

You heard slow clapping from behind you. You saw Dr. Gaul and immediately sat down, sitting straight up. She made some sort of riddle that Coryo answered.

"Maybe you'll be a game maker... like me," she said darkly.

You saw Sejanus's face contort into one of disgust.

"Why do we have the games Mr.Snow?" she asked sharply. He gave the textbook definition you had all been learning since you could remember.

"And Ms. (L/N)... why do you think we have the games?"

You stood up, clenching your fists.

"To control people. To play with the district's psychologically... take the one thing that we view as innocent till the end, children, and turn them against each other. To hold fear and power over them, although some might argue that it's the same thing... to make us realize that... in the darkest and hopeless situations... we too can become... monsters," you said, whispering the last word. You covered your mouth as you said that.

"Very good..." she praised.

"We shouldn't be asking ourselves why we have them. The question should be whether they are right or not.  These games are to punish kids for a war that happened ten years ago! Half of them weren't alive," Sejanus spat out.

Your eyes widened and you grabbed onto his knee to stop him from bouncing it even more. You gave him a squeeze and he stopped.

"Have a problem with my games?" She drew out.

You see Coryo stand up and propose adding betting and being able to send things like food and water.

Sejanus looks angry.

"Hmm... I like that idea. Write a proposal for it. I expect it tomorrow morning," she says.

Clemensia stands up and says something about her and Coryo being class partners so they should make the proposal together.

"Whatever you need," she chuckles. "And you..." she points to you with a clawed finger.

"I want you to spend the night inside that cage with them. Get a taste of 'humanity' and hatred."

[emotionallyits2009]

deancas fic rec list!

hello everyone! happy christmas to those who celebrate it, my gift to you is my fic rec list that i said i would make like a month ago. the only thing it is organized by is canonverse vs alternate universe. tried to cover a variety of subjects but there are in particular many fics of the genre “postcanon where cas is human and he and dean live together and slowly finally get their shit together” because i know what i’m about, son. HOPE U ENJOY. and if you wanna talk about any of them or rec me other fics please do. :) 

Canonverse:

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo, 30k, explicit “Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.” There are many fics set in a post-canon universe where Cas is human and he and Dean live together and slowly fall into a relationship. Imo this one is the best of the best of that genre. This was one of the first fics I read back in July when I was getting Back Into Supernatural where I was like oh fuck I’m like in this. Dean builds Cas planters and bookshelves and a chicken coop and they fight and work through it.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits, 10k, explicit For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless. Really Gets the dynamic of Cas doesn’t think Dean wants him to stay/Dean thinks Cas will leave the first chance he gets. Also a nice example of Cas thinking he’s not wanted if he’s not useful/powerful and being told otherwise. Another all-time fave!

lonely hearts by outphastthemoat, 4.5k, gen He thinks he might give up having his own anything just to be able to step foot inside the room next door and sit on the edge of Dean’s bed instead. This one is for the CAS GIRLS who know what LONELINESS feels like.

Helionneiros by aeli_kindara, 24.2k, mature In which Dean visits his mother, and Claire takes Cas on a hunt. I’m always on the lookout for more fic with Claire and Jack. Jack doesn’t show up until the end here but the relationship between Cas and Claire is really nice.

Crawl by aeriallon, 11k, explicit It’s been almost four years since Castiel left Kansas; he'd eventually settled in an island town where he has a job, a house, and a life without the Winchesters. Every winter, Dean drives down to the coast to see him. Another fic where Cas is human but in this one he took some time for himself and got some distance from the Winchesters! He gets to be competent and weird as a human and we love that for him. I must warn you all that this fic contains one use of the phrase “making love” which would normally put me right off but it’s still worth reading. The first of a three-part series.

home where you hold me by microcomets, 1.6k, gen Cas and Dean, in the moments between their battles, ache for quiet spaces. Technically this is a coda to 10x20 but you don’t need the episode for context. Short and very sweet.

Build a Home by domesticadventures, 20.1k, teen After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them. He doesn’t. This one is so cute it’s like what if once they were done saving the world Sam and Dean actually invited other hunters to move into the bunker with them. Obviously Dean wants that to include Cas but doesn’t know how to use his words.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo, 22.4k, explicit This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore. Angst fic! They go on a road trip and Dean is severely fucked up post-Mark of Cain.

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon, 8.6k, explicit No one ever tells Dean anything. Another nice getting-together fic.

Creature of Habit by trinityofone, 5.2k, teen The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well. This one is ancient by destiel standards (written during season 5) but it manages to nail the married couple vibes they give off in later seasons. Cas is a bitch and Dean likes him so much. <3

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by Tuesday, 11.2k, mature Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. Another old one that is a lot of fun! They get Accidental Angel Married and if you don’t enjoy dumb fanfiction tropes like that I don’t know what to say to you.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi, 4k, teen In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything. The OTHER accidental angel marriage fic written in 2010. 

Crazy Diamonds by pantheon_of_discord, 24.8k, explicit A week ago, Dean was pulled out of Hell. Now, he’s apparently woken up in 2018, and the angel that a mere twenty-four hours beforehand had threatened to chuck him back into the pit is sleepily pouring himself coffee and wearing Dean’s second-favourite Zeppelin shirt. It all seems like a perfect happy ending, but with Hell’s scars still so fresh, Dean can’t imagine how he could have possibly gotten there. At the same time, the Dean who went to sleep in the bunker, right next to Cas, wakes up on Bobby’s couch in 2008. He’s instantly bombarded with questions by a Lilith-obsessed brother and a man who’s been dead for years, and must decide between keeping his finally-perfect life intact, and the lives he could save by re-writing history. Regardless of these choices, both Deans are trapped in the wrong decade, and their only way back lies with a Castiel still very much under Heaven’s thumb – one who might find the future Dean describes difficult to believe. Time travel is FUN. There’s an excellent part where (minor spoilers) future!Dean is like, “Guess what, asshole? You like me so much you marry me!!!!!!!!!!!” to 2008!Castiel that made me laugh out loud the first time I read it. Also just a good reminder of how most problems in life are temporary and if you could go back in time to talk to your younger self you’d be like, “Hey man. Chill out. You get through it.”

The Path of Fireflies by museaway, 63.7k, mature After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years. There’s a lot of amnesia fic and djinn fic out there were Dean wakes up ~suddenly together with Cas~ but I like this one in particular because he’s initially very confused and kind of a dick about it until he acknowledges that being with Cas makes him happy.

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden, 95k, explicit Three months ago, when Dean decided to retire, he thought his life was going to end up differently. He'd thought that he might get to have it all, Sam, Cas, Jack, and nice little place to live. Instead he gets Sam and Jack off on their Summer of Love Tour, radio silence from Cas, and a never-ending road trip consisting of himself. Still reeling from the loss of his grace, Castiel travels the country in search of hunts. Driven by a need to prove his usefulness, he pushes himself beyond all limits of endurance. Together, with the help of a few friends, a crumbling Victorian house, and a stray cat, Dean and Castiel patch themselves back together and create a home together. Do you wanna read almost one hundred thousand words of Dean and Cas having extremely intense feelings but refusing to voice them aloud? Haha of course you do that’s why you’re here. There’s also a lot about Cas adjusting to being human and being depressed about it which might resonate if you’ve ever felt weird about having a body. To be honest the author could stand to use a few more commas but there were also half a dozen moments that made me put my phone down and drag my hand slowly over my face and whisper “oh my god” to myself which is like, the ultimate measure of a good fanfiction so it gets to be on the list.

like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers, 31.6k, explicit dean used to turn tricks. over a decade later, he met cas. Have you seen the fanon (apparently pioneered by Mr. Jackles “Original Deankin” Ackles himself) that Dean used to prostitute himself to feed himself and Sam when they were younger? Are you interested in exploring that concept in fanfiction? Well, this is the only fic you need. Mind the tags on this one! It’s not what I’d call happy but it’s good.

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircases, 47k, mature It’s September of 2005, and Dean Winchester, in an attempt to outrun old mistakes and painful memories, finds himself in southern Kentucky on a wild goose chase. He’s completely certain this weird religious movement he’s “investigating” is a hoax, despite the miraculous healings people report, and he’ll be back on the road in a day or two. Things are looking up when he meets Cas, an awkward (and gorgeous) graduate student who’s actually doing honest-to-god research into the local tent revival meetings. When that research takes a weird and personal turn, Dean’s left to face two very serious realities: one, this may be a real case after all, and two, he’s fallen way harder for Cas than he should ever have let himself. Stanford-era AU of Dean trying to avoid his father and getting in over his head on a case.

Alternate universe:

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets, 57k, mature Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The  professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen. Mundane AUs in this fandom have to be really, really good to catch my attention and this one is! It’s exactly what it says in the summary and the characterization is spot-on. 

Out to Drift by deathbanjo, 20.9k, mature Dean drives a black car with a loud engine. He lies too easily. He keeps a gun in the back of his jeans, and Castiel isn’t sure, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Dean has killed someone before. Two people in fucked-up unstable situations meeting and forming a connection. Honestly guys I really just love deathbanjo.

[swearingintengwar]

@sortinghatchats: Bokurano Edition

It’s no secret that I’m more or less obsessed with Bokurano, and that I absolutely love @sortinghatchats​‘s work. So, finally, I’m going to combine the two and sort the fifteen pilots! I’m using @wisteria-lodge​‘s animal terminology and including both burnt and exploded houses. There’s probably mistakes in here since I’m a very new sorter, so don’t expect the work of a veteran here. I’m just doing this because I love sorting and Bokurano’s a good show. Also, there will be SPOILERS under the readmore, as well as the usual content warnings for Bokurano: a lot of child death, plus brief mentions of rape, suicide, and familial abuse. (Let me know if I missed something!)

It’s no secret that Takashi Waku is a Lion secondary. He’s a shounen protagonist. ‘Nuff said. His primary is a little harder to pin down - for a while I was torn between Badger and Lion, but I’m going to go with Badger. While there’s some traces of a glory hound Lion’s “this is gonna be awesome” attitude in him, on the whole he’s driven by the Badger thought process of “the world needs a savior, and, well, I’m the one with the fucknormous robot”.

Masaru Kodama is as exploded Bird primary as they come. He’s organized his life around a strict and unhealthy set of principles, survival of the fittest taken to an extreme, and his wealthy, sheltered upbringing gave him the echo chamber characteristic of exploded Birds. Within the confines of that system, though, he’s a Snake secondary who lives by his whims. Stealing Kokopelli’s glasses, being an ass to the neighborhood cats, going on a rampage through the city - he does things because he feels like it.

Isao Kako’s houses are a perfect storm of tragedy. He’s a very young Bird primary, still working out his system and looking for guidance anywhere he can find it. Even if it’s obviously bad guidance like Dung Beetle’s suggestion to go rape Chizu, he’ll listen to it. The boy’s about to die. His world’s been turned upside down. He’ll grab on to any anchor he can find at this point. His exploded Lion secondary turns those ill-advised ideas into equally ill-advised actions that he throws himself into utterly - Chizu had to kill him to get him off her back.

Speaking of Chizuru Honda, I’m usually not the best at spotting models, but she’s definitely got one. Specifically, she’s a Snake primary modeling exploded Lion. She’s obsessed with a cause - namely, kicking Hatagai’s ass - but not for its own sake. She rages against him because he hurt someone she loves. While she thought their affair was between the two of them, she was willing to forgive him, but when he dragged her sister into it, that was the last straw. Her secondary’s hard to pin down, but I’m guessing a burnt Bird. As a young child, she seemed to appreciate knowledge, but at the time of the series, Hatagai’s betrayal has ripped out her moorings, and she’ll do whatever it takes to make him regret his actions.

Daichi Yamura is also a Snake primary, though if he has a model I can’t see it. More than anything else, Daichi loves his family, and would do anything for them. His secondary seems to be Badger. He’s hardworking, diligent, and finds fulfillment as a provider for his siblings.

Mako Nakarai was easy to pin down as a Badger secondary. She’s studious and hardworking, and loves to work with her hands - all classic Badger secondary traits. Her primary was harder for me to figure out, but Snake seems likely, since deep down she just wants to be loved.

Kunihiko Moji is yet another Snake Badger. He’s devoted to his childhood friends, who are like family to the orphan boy, and he’s very big on the principle that friends should be able to rely on each other. Add his dutiful and reliable personality and he’s a textbook example of his sort.

Maki Ano is definitely a loyalist primary, and I’m leaning towards Badger. She loves her family, she loves her friends, she loves pretty much everyone except Jun (whose treatment of Kana infuriates her) and Dung Beetle (who’s… Dung Beetle). What really solidified her as a Badger primary for me, though, was the very end of her battle, where she opens up the enemy robot’s cockpit, acknowledging the humanity of the people she’s about to kill. Secondary-wise, she has the boisterous determination of a Lion.

Yousuke Kirie was hard for me to figure out, but in hindsight, it seems pretty obvious that he’s a Snake primary who’s just starting to explode. His family is everything to him, and while he’s not outright hostile to others, even friendly (if a bit reserved) towards the other pilots, he’s more than willing to sit idly by while the universe is destroyed if he doesn’t like the way it’s been treating his mom. I ended up having to guess his secondary, but I’ve got a hunch he’s a Bird.

Aiko Tokosumi had me stumped for quite a while, but I think she’s a double Lion. The scene where she lashes out at Yoko for her betrayal gives me Lion primary vibes. Her secondary’s a little easier to pin down as Lion - she exhorts and inspires, drawing on an indomitable Leonine spirit to lift up the ones she loves. She sings, she encourages her friends, she talks her mom out of a mental breakdown. If Lion is the shounen protagonist secondary, Anko’s got the motivational speeches down pat.

Takami Komoda is a pretty clear Bird secondary - proper, patient, doing things the “right” way. I struggled with her primary for a while, but given the sheer amount of strength she draws from her father’s love, I’m thinking Snake. (Bokurano seems to have a lot of Snake primaries whose circles are their families!)

I didn’t get a very good handle on Kanji Yoshikawa, but the sheer amount of scheming he does points me towards a Bird secondary. I’m even less sure of his primary, but that gives me Bird vibes too.

Yoko Machi is so badly burnt I struggled with her sorting for a while, but I eventually pinned down her primary as burnt Lion. Yoko’s a seeker of justice forced into a fundamentally unjust role, and when she comes clean, her Leonine code of honor shines through. (Killing your own brother in retribution for his transgressions would normally point me towards exploded Lion, but let’s be real here, Dung Beetle deserved it.) Her secondary, however, is burnt beyond recognition. With how much she’s suffered, and how little time passed between her redemption and her death, there’s not really much to go on here.

Jun Ushiro-Tanaka. He’s probably my favorite pilot, but more to the point, he’s a textbook burnt Snake primary, an asshole because he doesn’t know what else to be. In the later part of the show he gradually unburns, first taking a few tentative steps outside his little circle of one when he visits Kirie, and ultimately letting his family and Yoko into his heart shortly before his death, until he finally gives his life without hesitation for the sister he once abused. I had trouble with his secondary at first, but I’ve pinned it down as a burnt Badger. For most of the show he’s pretty listless, but when he’s healing in the last days of his life, the thing he does that stuck out to me most was helping Kana and her friends build a treehouse. Helping others. Working with his hands. Badger things.

I think the onion ninjas are lurking around here somewhere.

Finally, Kana Ushiro is, like her brother, an unhealthy loyalist primary, but she’s the opposite unhealthy loyalist primary to him, an exploded Badger. Could the girl with the martyr complex the size of about three Zearths be anything else? She also shares Jun’s Badger secondary, but hers is healthier. She’s comfortable in the domestic role she’s taken on, patiently caring for her brother no matter how strained their relationship may be, and in the epilogue she tenderly cradles a wounded bird as she comforts the Yamura siblings, showing them that their lost brother was a true hero.

[skeletorific]

man i just wanna throw this out there and i think you'll catch it, how do you think some of the ancestors would take an invite to a human thing like a party or a ceremony? like if it was prefaced with 'compared to troll events there's a strict no one dies policy and a be human-style nice to people you don't particularly like or care for rule as well' idk if even the first ship crew would come along, and tbh i wouldn't really fault them because it's new and spoopy and they're dead after all

Ok, so you have thrown it, and I have caught it. I am unsure if I caught it in the direction you threw it, but I have caught SOMETHING and it is something I love dearly.

So, this question: I had to think for a moment. What scenario results in every single ancestor being in the same locale, in such a capacity that they are forced to interact, not only with each other, but with humans, to the point that not only can they not kill anyone but there is literally no point in killing each other?

....

....OH WAIT EARTH C-

So yeah, everyone say thank you paradox space. There had to be at least one dream bubble out there from a timeline where the alphas got yoinked into sburb as their Alternian selves by mistake right?

So, let’s assume they’ve had a few months to settle in, adjust to modern life. Troll kingdom has issued an ultimatum to the more....chaotic Ancestors in terms of the rearranged hemospectrum. They will, to quote Karkat, “FUCKING DEAL WITH IT”. Not an easy pill to swallow for a few of them, but then, a few millenia in the dream bubbles has forcibly mellowed them quite a bit and eventually its just more trouble than its worth.

I have a lot of thoughts on this timeline (ancestors get apartments are you kidding me, the potential), but let’s return to the question at hand.

The invitation makes the rounds through a lot of ghost communities, but a particularly bold human approaches the Ancestors themselves with an invite to one of the bigger ragers being thrown in the human kingdom. The celebration of the return of the gods is always a blowout, and this year promises to be especially so, with something between a gala and a block party planned to be pitched.

So here’s why they all show up, and here’s what they do:

The Handmaid is an odd duck. Sure, there’s a certain morose pleasure in watching the cosmic plans of the man who abused her from childhood fall apart because of a handful of chump kids, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy to be back here with these assholes, and it doesn’t mean she’s looking to build a social life. She’s perfectly happy to spend the rest of her days haunting the abandoned house she found on the outskirts of the carapace kingdom and terrorize any local teens that stick their noses where they aren’t wanted. When the uni student turns up with a flyer she cusses them out but good and sends them on their way with a couple of threats to life and limb.

And then shows up anyways.

Not to socialize, mind, just to watch. From the rafters probably. Snickering at all the drama going down, dropping spiders in Makara’s drink and stealing Dualscar’s watch when he’s not looking. And maybe see if Condy gets drunk enough to want a rematch. Laws be damned. Now THIS is a party.

The Signless’s entire crew is a bit of a chain pull. The Disciple wants to go extremely badly, so of course she manages to purrsuade The Signless to come with her. The Psiionic doesn’t want to go period but he’ll be damned if he’s letting Vantas out of his sight into an unguarded area. The Dolorosa wanted to go this whole time and is the one who got Leijon all riled up about it in the first place, but pretends she’s just doing it to keep an eye on Vantas and Captor.

Once there, they’re not exactly social butterflies, but compared to the others they’re practically savants. Leijon prowls on the edges of crowds, listening for snatches of information, and enjoys constructing narratives in her own mind about the relationships between all of them. Vantas finds himself pulled into a lot of conversations just to explain his life’s work (and, to his chagrin, to destabilize a few myths he’s accrued over the centuries). He tries to keep a level head but after a few beers though he’s hotly debating politics with three or four Kankri ghosts and has to be dragged away by Captor, who’s been following him and Leijon like a kid following their parent at a family reunion. Maryam disappeared hours ago and doesn’t get back home late, looking a little bit smug but tight-lipped about her evening. All four of them avoid the other Ancestors like the plague.

Neophyte Redglare of all of them has probably adjusted the best to this new life. Unlike the others, she’s actually gotten some friends that weren’t a part of the dream bubbles, and would happily spend most of the evening chattering with them. Still, for reasons we’ll get into it later, she spends most of it babysitting Makara and doing a bit of pitch-flirting with everyone’s favorite pir8.

Speaking of the Marquise Mindfang Spineret, like the Handmaid she protested loudly she was too cool for this party and then showed up anyways. Still, its not like she’s there to socialize. Most of what she does is spot the people who look like they might be heading off to bigger and more illegal things outside the party and without a word installing herself as part of their social circle. She invites Nitram, but her matesprit is a little occupied with an old enemy. That’s fine, she appreciates a score to settle, but its not fun if someone isn’t paying attention to her antics. Fortunately, Pyrope is happy to oblige her, and Dualscar is a delightful enough lackey while he’s still sober enough to handle it (so, for about five minutes). All told, an entert8ning evening indeed ;;;)

Executor Darkleer shows up for roughly ten minutes, near the very end, and does what he’s done at most social gatherings since they left the dream bubbles: stand awkwardly in the corner, stare at Leijon, and wonder if they’re still cool. Are they still cool? Probably? Right? But who’s to say. He absconds early to go work on his personal projects and probably punch something.

The Summoner is in peak form. Like Vantas, he has plenty of questions coming his way, and while no Nitram has ever been arrogant, he’s at least a little indulgent about some, shall we say, popular headcanons that have popped up since then. He’s slamming beers to cover up the usual low level of social anxiety (a battlefield he can handle, but a soiree is another matter altogether), and its working. He’s flirting a storm through the ballroom, something Serket is probably going to give him repercussions for. Its also making him a little, uh....confrontational, shall we say. So when he spot an old, clowny foe, well...

Oh, The Grand Highblood. 

He didn’t want to come. Full stop. Picked the wriggler with the flyer up by the back of their shirt and turned them around. Damn lucky he didn’t just throw them out. He wasn’t going to show up at this meaningless little heretical shindig, bump shoulders with strangers and be bored out of his motherfucking skull to boot. The only reason he got dragged in is Peixes didn’t give him a lot of other options. So here he is. Standing like a grim spectre of everyone’s demise, sullenly scowling at anyone who approaches and snarling at anyone who opens their protein chute in his direction.

For about five minutes.

What can I say, clowns love parties.  A couple of faygos later (if you think Condy didn’t come prepared you’re crazy) and this brawny ass goat is getting turnt out of his mind on the dancefloor. Nobody knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing with his body but its definitely deeply explicit and more than a little alarming. Still, it suits the environment, and there’s this unaccountable field of manic energy that just sort of erupts around him, escalating the party wherever he goes. Redglare has to babysit him (because Peixes, Serket and Ampora sure won’t, and who the fuck knows where Zahhak is), and even still he ends up with a busted keg dangling from one of his horns. He is feeding off of this motherfucking rhapsody tonight, fellas, and the grisly bastard has more than a few sick bars in him.

Orphaner Dualscar is decidedly less enthused. Nothing quite like being a failed romantic footnote in the only surviving account of your life to kill your rep as an intimidating pirate. He’s not adjusting well to modern life, and mostly spends the night in the corner with a solo cup, scowling at any and all. For a while he joins Serket in her activities but eventually is too soused to really participate, and she ditches him. Which is starting to become a recurring trend. He spends the rest of the night trying to seduce someone, literally, anyone, just get him out of this fucking stupid party, he’s so FUCKIN LONELY GOG-

up to you if it actually works or not.

Meanwhile, Her (Formerly) Imperial Condescension.....look, Peixes can’t stay away from a party. Even a lame-ass one for guppies 3>8(. I mean, the no killing thing is REALLY fucking cramping her style, but to be frank its more trouble than its worth. Most of them just come back as ghosts and try to bonk you back. Annoying is what it is. So, fine, she agrees, no culling. 

Doesn’t mean the party can’t at least be interesting, and that’s damn well what she brought Makara to do for her. Works like a charm, too, Makara might be a grumpy basshole but he knows how to cut loose when he wants to. She’s chanting him through chugging an entire keg on his own with a small crowd of people when she spots a familiar pair of impossibly wide horns. Ohhh shit, get the grubcorn-.....wait, is that Megido in the rafters?!

No trolls or humans were (fatally) harmed in the making of this evening’s closing act, but suffice to say the building wasn’t so lucky. Two reenactments of the more legendary battles in Alternian history (which is saying something) was more than the palace could handle. In the end they were separated and sent to dry out in separate cells, Dave using his time powers to keep a handle on the The Handmaid. 

Suffice to say it’ll be a while before any of them get another invitation.

[eldunea]

god ok i haven’t even started anakin’s blog yet but i already have his entire pokéverse thought out here i go

ORIGINS.

anakin was born in my fakémon region of preuzien to an enslaved old prussian (prūsai) family. in real life the old prussians were exterminated but in the pokémon world they were made the slaves of the junker ruling class. when the allies came into germany after wwii they tried to put a stop to this but unfortunately were not entirely successful.

as in canon, he has no biological human father, he’s like……the universe’s kid or something, it’s where he gets his insane powers from. in this verse he is also definitely a chosen one, but don’t take that to mean he isn’t a douche because he still totally is

like in canon he was a racer, but he didn’t race pods he raced dragons. his master knew he could make big bucks off him from an early age due to his abilities so according to prussian custom he was put on a dragon before he could learn to walk and learned how to ride that way. 

he speaks three languages: german, prūsiskai (the old prussian language) and english. his inability to speak japanese has been a weakness of his that he wants to improve on, and so he is studying that as well.

his first pokémon was a racing noivern that he named majjis, which is old prussian for “corn.” she loves her name and he didn’t even change it after he went vader, it was real fucking obvious which one of “team sith” would go back to the light side when all the other admins named their pokémon stuff like “void devourer” and “bone crusher” and here was darth vader with his ace named fucking. corn. he is currently 36 and starting from like age 10 he never lost a single race while riding corn until he was finally defeated by his son luke.

also like in canon, he won his freedom in a race but was unable to free his mother. much like lotor at the age of 12, anakin had the sense to get the fuck out of preuzien, but unlike lotor, nothing pressing dragged him back. he went to make a name for himself as a trainer and racer around the world, and also became the world’s strongest psychic.

he did go back to prussia briefly to rescue his mom. by that point shmi had been brutally beaten for refusing to give sexual favors to her master, and died in anakin’s arms. enraged, he slaughtered the entire family that had enslaved him.

DESCENT AND REDEMPTION.

as in canon, he was tormented by prophetic dreams of his lover padmé amidala dying and was corrupted by sheev palpatine to join the sith order (colloquially referred to as “team sith”), a criminal organization in orre that stole some of team snagem’s shadow-turning techniques and aimed to do it on a grander scale. palpatine’s goal was to build something known as the shadow star, a weapon so powerful that when aimed at a planet, it could turn all beings shadow, even arceus. the sith order would then use shadow control techniques to rule the world. but one thing that palpatine was also obsessed with was the search for immortality, which is how he baited anakin into joining him--by promising he could save the one he loved.

when anakin became darth vader, he allowed palpatine to turn him into a SHADOW HUMAN, just like all the other team sith admins. this means that much like a shadow pokémon, the door to his heart was sealed and much of his original personality was subsumed into just. this roiling inner turmoil of anger and violence. formally, nobody knew that star trainer and dragon racer anakin skywalker was actually underground crime lord darth vader, but they could all tell that something was really, really wrong because he started becoming colder and more withdrawn to his fans that he had formerly loved. 

nobody guessed that he had become a shadow, however, because they all attributed his change in personality to the cybernetic enhancements he had been given. by this point he had lost half his head and three of his limbs in battle, and so they were replaced with prosthetics and his artificial brain was enhanced with programming for metagross supercomputers. metagross are known for being assholes who think more like machines than living beings, so it was easy for his adoring fans to believe that anakin’s change of personality was no fault of his own.

he was purified by his children, luke and leia. they were battling rivals who later discovered that they were twins and figured out who their father was. meeting them, he felt human again for the first time when he was around them…then they told him they wanted to defeat the evil darth vader and darth sidious and restore balance to orre, and he was just. well this is awkward.

his first instinct was to just kill his children but something held him back. so instead of killing them, he accompanied them on pointless missions that would ultimately lead them nowhere near close to defeating him and sidious--just to keep them distracted. little did he know, the more he fought alongside them and spent time with them, the more his heart gauge was emptied and the closer he became to purification.

much like a shadow pokémon, the more he was purified, the more his body and brain resisted it. finally the temptation to stay shadow became too strong, at which point he told his kids he was vader, locked them up, and turned them over to sidious to dispose of them. they managed to escape, however, after which there was a double battle of luke and leia vs. vader and sidious. the twins found themselves quickly overwhelmed, and sidious was about to kill them--when the sight of the two children about to die in front of them instantly emptied the remainder of anakin’s heart gauge. finally feeling real love again for the first time in years, anakin killed his master and saved his twins. luke and leia then took him to a purification chamber to be fully restored.

CURRENT STATUS.

anakin has returned to preuzien to become one of its strategic gym leaders. his gym’s theme is sky battles, which are fought only by pokémon that can stay airborne such as flying-types and those with the ability to levitate. though this may seem to be restrictive, anakin can still fight with a diverse mixture of pokémon.

he’s actually a league member in two regions: preuzien, aka german prussia, and prutenia, the newly-instated old prussian nation. essentially he’s a diplomat but in many ways he’s the wrong choice because……darth vader, have you fucking met him? however, lotor deliberately chose someone who was angry and undiplomatic to fulfill this role because he wanted to make it very clear to the german prussians that the rights and sovereignty of the prūsai are completely non-negotiable and there is a guy in the prutenian league who will happily beat the shit out of anyone who says otherwise.

he and lotor have a very strained relationship. on one hand anakin has healed a lot since he left the sith, and he is very concerned because he sees lotor going down the same path as he did. but on the other hand he still has a long way to go yet acts like he’s 100% redeemed when he lectures lotor, and lotor sees right through this…then when lotor calls anakin out on the fact he still has issues, anakin gets all pissy. also, anakin correctly suspects that lotor is using him as an ally for his “chosen one” status, inviting him to the league and giving him a second chance in spite of him being vader because he wants to get on the legendaries’ good side by treating their chosen one well. basically them being colleagues is an Angry Bastard Disaster that they need a lot of sorting through if they are ever going to be on truly good terms.

one time anakin straight up “force choked” lotor using his psychic powers in a fit of rage. lotor taunted him by choking out the words “vader…you haven’t changed.” this could easily have led to lotor’s death, as anakin was highly emotionally charged, but instead of snapping his neck psychically at that moment he dropped him to the floor and left the room. a sign of hope in their relationship perhaps?

honestly he’s? still a fucking mess??? like just because he left the sith doesn’t mean his issues are over. he’s still angry over his mother’s death and over padmé’s death, and now he’s angry that he let palpatine manipulate him and suffers from crippling guilt that he nearly killed his two kids. not to mention psychologically he’s part machine now so he has forgotten how to be human in some ways, and it’s in this way that he still hasn’t stopped being vader.

he doesn’t feel love for anyone except his twins, majjis, and padmé. he feels small likings toward other people and pokémon and he is trying to turn that into something deeper, but he’s still extremely stunted.

he gets terribly impatient with humans when they’re not as precise or as exacting as he is. in the og movies darth vader hated anything that he perceived to be incompetence, and anakin is the same way…except now that he’s part metagross, his standard of “competence” is so far above anything humans can do that he inevitably gets irritated and lashes out at people just for being human.

he’s lost all interest in “the little things.” he doesn’t appreciate the warmth of a sunny day or the coolness of a soft breeze or seeing a pretty looking bug on the sidewalk or anything like that, the only thing he is fixated on 24/7 is sharpening his intellect. he’s kind of like sabrina in that way.

MISC.

this would be his battle theme, full stop.

he has an aegislash variant that is basically a lightsaber: the hilt is metal but the blade is pure energy. 

he is an overprotective dad and in that way he’s kind of a hypocrite, because of how he was once the biggest threat to his kids before he reformed. he gets rEAL FUCKING ANGRY when leia starts dating han solo, saying he’s just a street rat from orre and he’ll eventually stab her in the back and she’s like do i need to remind you of how you almost killed us?

he doesn’t need to hold out his hand to force choke someone bc that’s not how psychic powers in pokéverse work, he just does it because he’s a dramatic little bitch

he eventually has five grandchildren, all of which he gets overprotective toward. on luke’s side: ben skywalker. on leia’s side: jaina, jacen, anakin and ren solo. and if you thought him disliking han solo was bad, you should see his reaction when ren starts dating palpatine’s granddaughter rey…he just tENSES any time he’s around her saying i sense a great potential for evil in her and his kids are like oh really, well we’ve been sensing that in YOU ever since we met you and we don’t judge, so………damn i hate canon reylo but i mean it could work in an AU where kylo ren was never evil

[jamiebluewind]

Bluewind's Massive List Of Fic Recs

Here are some of my favorite fics. Please be mindful of the tags on the fics as I was unable to note them all myself. Let me know if any are abandoned, if a link doesn't work, or if you just want to share a fic I might want to add to my list ^_^

Also, I didn't have time today to add all the Tumblr ones, so click here to see all the fanfiction under my fic rec tag.

Also also, if you get a minute leave a little comment on the fics you enjoy (especially for the AO3 writers who tend to rarely get noticed if at all).

The Hidden Rose by jamiebluewind (wc 10196): Warning! Please read the tags! Roman will be okay. He can handle the self loathing building up inside of him. He can ignore the weight pressing down on his shoulders as he plasters on a convincing fake smile. He can hide his pain from the others. He'll be okay... until he's not.

A Different Side Of Hogwarts by notalwaysthevillian: Four boys travel to a magical school to learn to be wizards. A brave muggleborn, a nervous pureblood who doesn't quite fit in, an intelligent loner with his nose always in a book, and the friendly ball of fluff that keeps them all together. Can they survive their classes and everything that seems to try and pull them apart?

In The Witch's Nest by a_forgotten_note: Virgil is considered bad luck. Nobody wants to adopt him and everybody who does returns him due to the fires that always happen around him. Then one day, two loving men come into his life and show him what he never knew existed. They do their best to teach their new son how to use his magic. One could expect no less from the two Ilvermorny professors.

To Build a Home by AValorousChoice: Nobody ever wanted Virgil. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in adopting him. He never believed he was good enough for a loving family. Then one day, Patton and Logan walked into the orphanage and changed everything. (I love this one so much. Angst and fluff and well written)

This Love Hate Relationship by insanelycoolish: Roman has followed The Witching Hour since he was in high school. Last time they were in town, Roman not only got to meet the lead singer of the band, he kissed him as well. The band (Virgil included) is in town once more. Roman drags along his friend Logan for moral support as he tries to find the answer that's been plaguing his mind for a year: Will Virgil remember him and their kiss?

Keep Him Safe by Whatwashernameagain: Warning! Adult content, so please read tags! Officers Logan and Roman are unlikely friends. Roman is a flamboyant flirty rainbow and Logan is... decidedly not that. When their regular stop closes, they decide to try out a new place. The pastry shop is owned by a sweet bubbly man that quickly pulls in all who meet him with his genuine kindness. However, pain can be hidden beneath a smile. Meanwhile, a gang is quickly growing in power. (a mixture of fluff, angst, and dark undertones)

A Lesson in Practicality by ResidentAnchor: Four seemingly random strangers all answer an ad to move into a downtown apartment. After a few month together, they all realize they've been hiding a secret from one another... they each have a unique special ability. Can they keep living their day to day lives in a house full of superpowered humans? Will their powers bring them together or cause a rift between them? And how long until somebody starts running around in tights?

Patmalian by patentpending: Patton loves Logan more than anything. He just doesn’t understand why his friends are lying or why they’re saying there’s something wrong. He’s not obsessed or deluded. He’s just in love. Desperately, terribly, helplessly in love. (will stomp on your heart and you will say thank you)

Out Side Observations: The sides become real. Thomas is left scrambling as he tries to figure out how to handle the situation. The sides are not much better off. (linked to current newest chapter so yall would have the links to all the previous ones)

Illuminated by altruistic-skittles: Most humans are born with a soulmark that glows in the presence of their soulmate. Some are platonic. Some are romantic. Those without one or with a faux one are often treated badly by society. This is the story of a group of men trying to find where they belong.

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by I_Live_In_A_Trash_Can: Warning! Dark themes so please check the tags! Three superheroes face off against vilian Nightmare. Patton tries to become friends with a lonely guy named Virgil.

Partial Prints by satan_copilots_my_tardis: Warning! Basically all the warnings so check the tags! Patton is a serial killer who feeds victims to Virgil who is a monster who eats people, Deceit is a demon, Roman is a muse, and Logan is the poor human caught in the middle. (for god sakes read the tags)

An Unconventional FamILY by EmPhoenixCat: Warning! Dark themes so check the tags! Human Logan adopts a vampire (Remy) and a werewolf (Roman). Virgil is a good kid despite being possessed by a morally gray demon.

Another Line That Comes With Age by SmolTownFangirl: Warning! Graphic depiction of violence so please read the tags! Roman takes care of his 3 sisters despite his dad being king of the assholes. Patton and Logan are teachers. Virgil is their son.

We'll Be Together Never (Forever) by Lady_Akuma_Wolf: Warning! Extreme abuse/neglect so please read the tags! Patton befriends a mostly elective mute outcast said to be Soulless. However, Patton believes Virgil's soulmate is just shy (unlike his own dramatic soulmate Roman). Virgil isn't use to kindness especially since his own parents are abusive assholes.

Could You Imagine by FebruaryFun: Imaginations take physical form. Logan is not taking very good care of him imirage Virgil and needs a helping hand.

Blank by Shay_Nioum: Logic is gone. There's only Apathy. The other sides are heartbroken.

A Whole New World by mandeebobandee: Virgil and the others were just watching a movie. Now he's lost in the real world.

Fanged Friend by Demon_Wr1ter: Warning! Graphic violence so please read the tags! Virgil is a vampire with three great roommates. Now all hell is breaking loose and he's scared of killing one of his friends.Fangs by TessaTheDreamer: Warning! Assault so please read the tags! Logan was turned into a vampire. At least he's already a nightowl.

The Seeds We Sow by ResidentAnchor (wc 67435): Warning! Graphic depiction of violence so please read the tags! In one kingdom, magic is embraced. In another, it's outlawed and those with any magic are executed. Prince Logan has to travel to the other kingdom for a meeting.

Even Nobody Has A Tale To Tell by AlliDaMeme: Warning! Abuse so please read the tags! Roman isn't happy with who he's being paired with for a group theatre project. Virgil the dark loner. Patton the boy that always smiled. Logan the nerd who skipped two grades. Dex the dangerous delinquent. What none of them realize is that everybody has a story to tell and not all of them are happy.

Behind the Yellow Door by FangirlOfPower: A story of Deceit's adventures in the Light Sides' version of the Mindscape. He's usually very confused, especially by idioms that are taken literally.

Family Matters by IRegretNothingAndEverything: Warning! Abuse so please check the tags! Virgil runs away from an abusive home only to be scooped up by a strange collection of two adults and the runaways who became their children. Now if he could only save his little brother.

Ceremony of Innocence by Acantha_Echo: Warning! Abuse, violence, and isolation, so please check the tags! Sir Roman is captured by the evil warlock terrorizing the lands. Locked away in a cell with his only company being a kind man in glasses and the handsome servant who brings them food at night, Roman struggles to find a way to protect the kingdom and save the others.

The Witch's Secret by Arcadian_Skye: Roman rushed back to meet with the other sides. He was going to regret fighting the dragon witch with so little time to spare before brainstorming with the others. Pain. Glass breaking. Darkness. Will the injured prince find someone worth fighting for?

Blanketverse by SoDoRoses (FairyChess): Wet Blanket and Life Of The Party: Roman wants to host a party in his realm. Virgil feels like a wet blanket (when he's not worried about having a panic attack). Personal Space: Patton won't go near Logan and Logan worries why.

adventures in gender by riverblujay: Virgil discovers they're nonbinary. They're later joined by Roman resulting in the two bonding.

It's Still a Good Life by IsaacTheGreat69: Logan is in pain after a breakup. Virgil is supportive. (Analogical)

Silk Gloves by Dorktapus42: (more of a jacksepticeye/markiplier egos fic with mentions of Sanders Sides). A hectic day in the life of our favorite silent grayscale boy, Jameson Jackson aka JJ.

Powerless by patentpending (wc 187953): Warning! Graphic depiction of violence and mental abuse so read the tags! Almost everyone in the world has a superpower. The unabled 0.04% are treated as lesser and subjected to bigotry. Virgil has tried to fight back against the system that oppresses people like him, Patton, and Logan. When Patton’s bakery is targeted in a hate crime, he finally snaps. With the help of a mysterious sponsor, Virgil becomes a villain, ready to remake a broken society. The only thing standing in his way is the world’s most powerful superhero: The Prince.

Overworked and Underpaid by IsaacTheGreat69 (wc 7349): Thomas has been really busy and hasn't been seeing his friends. Virgil gets hit hard by the stress.

A Stitch a Day Keeps The Bad Thoughts Away by ShadeCrawler (wc 8407): Virgil has found serenity in knitting. Whenever he knits, he tries to make the other Sides a gift. It never ends well.

Love and Other Fairytales by SoDoRoses (FairyChess): Wickhills is a town that never stays in the same place forever. The people there do there best to keep themselves safe when surrounded by fae and other magical creatures. Not all beings are kind. Not all gifts are wanted. Not all paths are safe.

lavender for luck by lovelylogans (wc 66391): (LAMP) Virgil's uncle castes spells, reads fortunes, and listens to houses talk just like Virgil's father when he was alive. You see, the Fae family is born with both magic... and a curse. Those who fall in love with a Fae and have that love returned all die, so Virgil refuses to ever take that risk.

How not to be an idiot about your feelings by Tiili97 (wc 5475): After staying up for 3 days studying, Virgil convinces Logan to get some sleep. Logan wakes up the next day not remembering that he had randomly kissed his roommate on his way to bed.

The Low Light by a_forgotten_note: Warning! Graphic violence and sexual conduct so please read the tags! Logan is a cold-hearted vampire who runs a funeral home with the help of Patton who takes care of the daytime business. Patton's boyfriend Roman is... there. While out walking the graveyard, he happens upon a boy being stalked by a ghoul. Virgil survives and gets entangled in the world of nether creatures and the sudden influx of vicious ghouls in the small town.

Second Chances by callboxkat: (Sequel/series page) Roman is homeless and just trying to survive. With no room left at the shelter, he was tossed out and left to fend for himself on the streets. A former high school rival offers to help.

The Last Days by EdgyCatSkull (wc 10383): Warning! Major Character Death so please read the tags! Patton, Logan, and Roman have lived in their apartment together for years, along with a fourth reclusive man. While the three grew closer, the other never even told them his name. But one day, the man they had started referring to as simply Anxiety came out of his room and began to bond with the other three men. Maybe there is a reason, but one Virgil would rather leave unspoken. With Roman's play coming up and everybody seeming very happy, it would almost seem like things would finally work out for them... almost.

Of Course by A_Travis: Anxiety existed in a gray area of not good or bad. Just gray. When he lends a hand to the others, he only has one response.

Lovesick by Jackfruit: Roman can smell lovesickness and Logan REAKS. Logicality

Ever After by creativenostalgiastuff: Virgil is death and must guide souls to the afterlife. (very sad)

What? by just-an-anxious-mess: The sides are acting strange

Chemically Imbalanced by NyxWordsmith: Warning! Read the tags! Roman’s first mistake was taking Mr. Sanders History class, expecting an easy ride. His second mistake? Hitting on his son. (very lose adaptation of the sides and so much angst)

Stains of a Soul by sanders-sides-fics: Warning! Abuse so read the tags! Virgil is torn. He loves writing to his soulmates and the marks on his arms from their replies. His parents don't. They called having three soulmates unnatural. He's punished. Insulted. His pens are broken. He just wants to make his parents proud.

Scribbles by SketchyNebula: Virgil watched as the ink appeared on his arm followed by a second and a third. His soulmates. He would never muddy their relationship with his presents, but as he watched the happy colors take up every last inch of blank space on his arms, he couldn’t help but be happy that fate chose him to be lucky enough to witness it. The unfolding of this relationship was going to be something akin to a fairy tale and if that was the only light in his dark existence that fate would grant Virgil, then he would take it without regret.

Silence and Duality by xaandiir: Warning! Read tags! Children make mistakes and the Sides were no exception. When Thomas was young, they locked up the one who was hurting him. They thought they were only protecting Thomas. Now that Fear is out, they have to face he consequences of their decision.

On Impossibility by theotherella: Student body president Logan is in a precarious balance of power. In order to save the football team, he was forced to cut the unsusessful theater program. Roman hates him for it. Virgil isn't too happy either. Logan is fine.

A Virgil Affliction by creativenostalgiastuff: Warning! Read tags! Thomas has high anxiety over his friends moving. Virgil becomes overwhelmed with all of the changes in Thomas’ life. He struggle to cope and starts taking it out on everyone and everything. What will help them get through this tough time?

Innerworks by Prplzorua: Warning! Author may not be able to finish! Because of an "Incident" Anxiety falls ill, Thomas won't speak, Logic is mad, Morality is just trying to be a good dad (they tell the best jokes) and Prince is trying to figure out what in the world is going on.

Inks and Tallies by Skittlesun: Roman has an odd tattoo client asking for tally marks

Sleeping on Secrets by novusavis: Virgil is worried his curls will make the other sides not take him seriously, so he tries to hide them

Splat! by Listless_Songbird: Patton hears a curious noise coming from Roman’s room and peeks in to investigate

Mimicry by On_Sonnshine: Warning! Dark themes and violence so read tags! Virgil looks broken as he confesses something terrible that happened. Roman sees red.

Patton Will Fight You by RLCinderella: Virgil talks bad about himself. Patton did warn him. (Pure fluff)

Wynken, Blynken and Dad by SilversEdge: Virgil is having trouble falling asleep, so Patton decides to help (Pure fluff)

Neuro Logical by musicmuse0609: After being insulted by Roman, Logan decides to do some research to figure out why he's so different. Discovering the reason only seems to cause him more stress than before.

Love hurts by TheGhostOfBenjamin: Warning! No comfort so read tags! A merman falls in love with a human. One needs air, the other doesn't. How far will he go to get to his loved one?

Everyone can leave by Vampirtulpe: Warning! No comfort so check the tags! The sides and Thomas have been stuck on an imaginary island for months. Roman is convinced that he will find the exit, but what if everybody doesn't want to leave?

Must Be Dreaming by rosesandstuff: Remy loves kissing his boyfriend, Roman. However, when it’s obvious there’s something much weighing on Roman’s mind, Remy stops so they can talk.

Unspoken by IronWoman359: Warning! Read tags! Virgil stomps off in a downpour after he and Logan have a fight. When tragedy strikes, will Logan get the chance to make amends.

Noose - Oneshot by imthederpyfox: Virgil walks into the woods with a rope and a piece of paper. A noise in the distance startles him.

Love at firtht thight by shiverfawkes: (analogical) Virgil is use to not being taken seriously. He has a strong lisp which causes "s" to sound like "th". Then he meets a boy at his new school who changes that.

Silence Is Your Loudest Scream (I Don't Know Why You're Hiding) by maxiswriting: Roman is an actor. He can hide the truth behind a wall of convincing lies. The dark thoughts aren't there. He's fine and happy for the others. Everything's fine. (LAMP)

Lessons by DemonicPresence (wc 2732): Roman loves guitar. Logan doesn't understand why.

High Five by periwren: Virgil is a shy lonely school kid that always gets picked on. His classmates have made it a new game to jump scare him and eventually it all ends in tears.

Cat's out of the Bag by YouDontKnowMeIDontKnowYou (wc 2262): After wandering into the imagination to find Roman, Virgil turns into a cat. He's not happy about it. Hilarity ensues.

Nail Polish and Princes by novusavis (wc 3207): Virgil has trouble with his hands shaking. It makes it impossible to cleanly paint his nail, so he decides to ask Roman for help.

The Kind of Pain That Doesn't Hurt by warcatscat: Warning! Read tags! Roman has bad habits. He knows that. He knows they're not good for coping. But when everything else is so deeply overwhelming, what else can he really return to besides old habits. They die hard, right?

The Betting Pool by Skittlesun: Drama teacher Roman Hart and music teacher Virgil Knight have this little game they like to play. The objective? Make the other blush first. Place your bets!

Did You Lock The Door? by periwren: Warning! Sexual situations so read tags!Patton and Deceit just want to fool around without the other finding out, but the other sides keep spoiling their fun. Hilarity ensues.

The Smell Of Leather Jackets And Alcohol by Sp00nhater: Warning! Extreme child abuse so please read the tags! Virgil and Roman are very different. Roman is popular and loud. Virgil is a quiet loner that's feared. A class protect forces them to work together and brings some dark truths to the surface.

It's Only Logical by TSTrashCaptain: Warning! Sexual conduct and past abuse so read the tags! When Logan (a florist with a PhD in botany), decides to hire someone to work the counter in his flower shop, he assumed it would be no big deal. His life would continue to be calm and as predictable as Roman unsuccessfully flirting with the emo owner of his favorite coffee shop. He could never have expected what a disruption one single Dad could make to his neatly ordered life.

[wittystiles]

The Bluff || Part 6 || Mitch Rapp

Author: wittystiles

Word Count: 4k+

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader (eventually idfk when tho)

Summary: (Y/N) has a secret meeting with Stan, and Mitch is kind of sweet? For a second? Who knows.

Warnings: Cursing (probably). Sass. Donut carnage.

A/N: It has been a month since I wrote the last chapter to this fic, and I don’t know how the heck I managed to even be able to write again. This suddenly came to me and I wrote it relatively quickly. Is Sam’s spark back? The world may never know. - Also, this is my Christmas Eve chapter for you. I will post another one /tomorrow/! Yes, you read me right. I will be posting another one tomorrow. Two bluff chapters in a row? Sam must really love y’all to give you such a great* gift (*by great Sam means terrible). Enjoy, my sweets.

Mitch rubbed at his eyes tiredly, feeling hot. He looked down at (Y/N), her arm wrapped around his ribs and her head on his chest. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, moving her arm off of his body. He took a moment to stretch his legs before slipping out of the bed carefully, (Y/N) slowly sliding off of his body onto the bed. She shifted a bit, grunting a little, repositioning herself to rest her head on the pillow Mitch had been using.

Mitch dragged his eyes down her body, making sure she was still asleep before walking around the front of the bed, picking up his now dry jeans. He slipped his legs into them, pulling his jeans up to his hips, fastening the button. “(Y/N),” Mitch whispered tentatively, watching her shift her legs underneath the covers. When she didn’t wake, he pulled a mostly clean shirt out of his suitcase and over his head. He tugged on his socks, sighing heavily.

Rummaging around in his suitcase, he found his wallet, checking to make sure he had a few euro in it before stuffing it into his back pocket. His burner phone was on the nightstand beside the bed, charging. Mitch figured he wouldn’t need it, but decided to grab it just in case (Y/N) wanted to try and contact anyone. He took the cord out of the back of the hotel phone on the nightstand, yanking it out of the wall as well. He wound it up tightly, stuffing it into the front pocket of his jeans. He figured (Y/N) wouldn’t be up for a few hours anyway, but wanted to cover his bases.

Walking out of the bedroom, Mitch closed the door behind him, slipping his feet into his shoes near the bedroom door. Doing a look around the room, Mitch found his gun hidden underneath the cushion of the couch he’d slept on the night prior. He pulled it out and secured it into the back of his pants, making sure to pull his shirt down to cover it. After double checking there were no weapons that (Y/N) could find and use against him when he returned, he pocketed the room key from the table by the door and walked out.

Stan hit the door three times, leaving two breaths between each knock, waiting patiently for the door to be opened. Entering the room, he looked (Y/N) over, narrowing his eyes a bit at her outfit. “You making it a habit of wearing his clothes?”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes at Stan in return, taking a seat on the couch after shutting the door behind him. “I was left with no other clothes, Stan. What else do you expect me to wear? Hmm?”

“Let’s not give me attitude first thing in the morning, (Y/N).” Stan warned, holding out a coffee cup to her. “We’re going to have Irene call him and stall him for a moment. Figured I owed you a coffee.”

(Y/N) took it, holding it tightly between her hands. “Is it drugged again? Poisoned perhaps?”

Stan took a deep breath, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch as (Y/N). “Don’t start acting like Rapp. I swear to all that is mightier than me, I will kill you both without hesitation and take whatever punishment there may be for me. Considering how horrible that bastard is though, I expect a thank-you medal.” Stan rest the ankle of his left leg on the knee of his right. “How is your shoulder?” Stan pointed at the spot where her wound was on his own shoulder, leaning back against the couch to get comfortable.

“It hurts like a bitch, actually. If I am being completely honest with you, Stan. Mitch did a good job stitching me up, though. Won’t leave a terrible scar or anything. I was impressed with him.”

“How has he been treating you? We’ve got surveillance in every part of the hotel where there is a security camera, but this room doesn’t have anything. If you were murdered we’d have no way of knowing until it was too late.”

(Y/N) lifted her good arm, running her hand through her hair, ignoring the few knots. “He has been kind. I am starting to worry that you’ve assigned me to the wrong assassin, Stan. He has been gentle with me, even. He stitched me up, helped me with coming down from the drugs you guys gave me. I will be filing a complaint about, do you hear me?”

Stan rolled his eyes, “you aren’t going to file a complaint to anyone, (Y/N). There’s no one to complain to, aside from Irene and I. No one else knows about this mission, (Y/N). No one aside from the three of us, and the discontinued agent we brought in for the arms dealer that is.”

“Discontinued agent?” (Y/N) asked, furrowing her eyebrows together.

“Not important. He was just, less than satisfactory, according to Irene. He’s no longer with the organization.”

(Y/N) took a few slow, deep breaths. It was conversations like this amongst agents that reminded her just how expendable they all were. They were rats on a wheel, powering a machine larger than any of them fully understood. The moment one rat became unsatisfactory, they could be easily swapped for another. It was in the rare case, such as Rapp’s, that they tried to fix the rat. Mend it’s wonky whiskers. “Who killed him?”

Stan rolled his eyes, “no one, (Y/N). He wasn’t killed. He was just, discontinued.”

“Which means killed. I’m not an idiot, Stan.”

Stan scoffed, picking at a piece of frayed denim at the ankle of his jeans. “Let’s not start a conversation about smarts, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) went to retort and Stan stopped her, clearing his throat. “Has he mentioned getting you home, yet?” Stan wondered, rubbing his jaw with the hand that wasn’t picking at his jeans.

(Y/N) shook her head.

“Of course he hasn’t. He doesn’t plan anything, he just does.” Stan took a deep inhale. “I’ll call him later, discuss your transportation with him. You should bring up him buying you clothes today. If he takes you with him, use this as a means of building his trust. Get close to him. Show him you’re not going to be a flight risk. If he feels less on guard, he’ll be easier for you to handle. I’ve learned that the hard way. Apparently telling him I’m going to kill him in his sleep for two weeks straight had him on edge. I have no idea why.”

(Y/N) laughed out loud, bringing her coffee up to drink, silencing the noise. “I have no idea either, Stan.” She said after swallowing the warm, bitter liquid. “I will act as his sweet, doting girlfriend in public who is overjoyed that her boyfriend is buying her clothes. Would that work for you?”

“You can do whatever you want, (Y/N). Just don’t piss him off in public.”

“Will you have someone tailing us?”

“I will be somewhere near you guys.”

“So you’re going to chaperone our date, Stan?”

Stan rolled his eyes, “yes.”

(Y/N) nodded before taking another drink from her cup, trying to rapidly down the liquid. “He’s nice, you know? Like. Genuinely nice.”

“Is he?” Stan asked, eyebrow raised at the woman beside him. He never thought that someone would tell him that Mitch Rapp was nice, without an ounce of loathing to their voice. “I am surprised.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “don’t get me wrong. He’s sarcastic, and kind of an asshole, really takes after you there, Stan. But. He’s nice. You can tell he once had a good heart. And he’s really trying with me. It’s obvious he isn’t used to having to nurse a victim, or play the hero to someone he has to actually interact with.” She took another sip. “I just think that, once you break down his ‘oh I’m a tough guy who kills people’ facade, there’s a genuinely good human being underneath.”

“Are you sure the drugs have worn off?”

“I’m serious.” She sighed, shaking her head a little. “He gave me a, what I am assuming was rare, moment of real and genuine emotion. He assured me that he was going to get me home. That he was going to keep me safe. It was like, for a moment, I wasn’t talking to the cold and cautious Mitch Rapp that I had read about or first encountered. He was.. He was sweet? He seemed like he really meant it. Like he cared that I felt safe and secure with him. That I knew that he was there to help and protect me.”

“He is. Technically. He just doesn’t know that there is no real threat.”

“He doesn’t have to be the way he is with me though. He could just tell me I’ll be fine and ignore me. He sat with me though, listened to my cover story. He even held my hand. Made sure I wasn’t scared to tell him what I had fabricated. He even..” she smiled softly to herself. “He even made sure I was comfortable with him helping me bathe, in case I hadn’t been.” She shook her head, thinking back to the conversations she and Rapp had had.

“So he’s a decent human being sometimes, who cares?”

“I care.” (Y/N) grumbled, finishing her coffee, holding the cup out to Stan to take. She watched him grab it, her eyes landing on her own hand. She couldn’t help but miss the way Mitch’s hand had felt in her own, how gently he had rubbed it with his thumb. How comforting his touch had been. She dropped her hand to her lap, missing Mitch’s.

“I should head out.” Stan said, standing from the couch, (Y/N)’s coffee cup still in his hand. She stood up as well, ready to walk him out. “You should go get back in bed, (Y/N). Act asleep when Mitch returns.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) sighed. She rest her hands on her hips. “How long do you think I’m gonna be stuck with him?” She asked.

“For as long as you’re useful with him, (Y/N).”

She nodded, watching him walk out before returning to the bedroom. She crawled under the sheets, scooting her body to lay on the side Mitch had slept in. Her side smelt like nothing, unable to smell her own natural scent. His side, however, smelt warm. Like him. Like the cologne she had seen in his duffle bag when he was looking for something for her to wear. She couldn’t pinpoint what his natural smell was, couldn’t describe it if someone asked her. The only thing she knew about it, was that she liked it. Made her feel safe. Maybe it was just the man behind the scent that made her feel safe. Whatever it was. She wasn’t against it.

As (Y/N) was falling back into sleep, warm under the covers on Mitch’s side of the mattress, she had a fleeting thought that worried her.

/You’re going to start falling for this man/.

Mitch returned to the room annoyed, nostrils flared as he set two coffees and a brown paper bag down on the coffee table. “(Y/N)?” He called, making his way back to the bedroom. He sighed when he saw her on her side, curled up around his pillow, fast asleep. “(Y/N).” He repeated, this time softer. She didn’t react.

He licked his lips, bringing his left hand up to rub over his soft pink lips and along the scratchy stubble of his chin and jaw. “(Y/N).” He said for the third time, making his way over to the bed. He leaned forward, resting his hand on her hip, shaking her gently to wake her up. He watched her face, soft with sleep. Mitch would be a fool if he didn’t find her beautiful. With her smooth skin, and lips pursed into an unconscious pout. Had he been a different man, he would have already imagined all the ways she would kiss him with those lips. Soft pecks in the morning when she had just woken up. Long, sloppy kisses while sitting on his lap. Slow, open mouthed kisses while they laid together. Wet, random kisses along his chest.

Mitch had to shake his head to stop his mind from wandering any further. She’s a mission, he reminded himself. His hand gripped her hip a little tighter, shaking her a bit harder to rouse her from sleep completely. “(Y/N), please wake up.”

She let out a soft noise that made Mitch take in a sharp breath. He worried he had been gripping her tighter than he thought. When she made another similar noise before stretching her arms out, he realized he wasn’t the cause.

“Morning.” She whispered, voice scratchy from just waking up. Mitch smiled down at her, letting it fall from his lips the second her eyes cracked open.

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

She pushed herself up in bed, and Mitch withdrew his hand from her. “I brought back coffee and donuts for breakfast. I don’t know if you eat either, but. I was in the mood for it so that is what you get.”

“That’s fine,” (Y/N) said, running her fingers through her hair. “Thank you.”

Mitch watched her carefully. He liked seeing her freshly woken. Since he had lost his fiance, he hadn’t considered ever liking the way someone looks in the morning again. He was wrong. He wanted to see her first thing in the morning every day he could. Maybe he wouldn’t make her leave immediately after they got home after all.

“Want me to bring your food in here?” He asked, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, being reminded of the phone cord he had stuffed in earlier.

(Y/N) shook her head, hair falling back into her face. She sighed, pushing it back again. “No, thank you. I’ll come out with you.”

Mitch held his hand out to her, helping her up from the mattress. “I also got you a toothbrush from housekeeping. It’s in the bag as well cause I didn’t know where else to put it.”

(Y/N) gave him a toothy smile, “thank you. My dragon breath and I are appreciative.”

“My nose is appreciative. You were breathing directly on my face last night and I almost gagged.”

(Y/N) stared at him, watching the way his lips curled up on the sides before he laughed. She followed suit, loving the way his laughter sounded. She had heard it the night before, while the two of them were attempting to shower. But she couldn’t fully grasp how much she appreciated it until now. She could hear it everyday and never get tired of it. She made a mental note to herself that she needed to be funny for him often.

“Don’t make fun of me, Mitch.” (Y/N) said without any venom in her words. She was trying to stop the smile from lighting up her face, and Mitch wanted nothing more than for it to stay.

“You were laying on my left side. Am I missing any of my facial hair on that side? I feel like your breath was so bad you could have singed it off.”

(Y/N) laughed again, giving Mitch a playful glare, “fuck off.”

“I guess I’ll go check for myself. I hope I have more than just half of an eyebrow on this side.” He winked at her, and she tried not taking a deep breath. Mitch turned to head for the bathroom and (Y/N) caught his wrist before he could move away. “I swear you’re an ass.”

“And you’re the hole.” Mitch remarked, giving her another wink. “C’mon let's go eat.”

The two walked to the living room, Mitch immediately taking a seat on the couch. (Y/N) picked her coffee up, offering Mitch his. He took it, giving her a half smile when she sat down. “Thank you.”

“Thanks for getting it.” She replied, leaning forward to grab the bag from the table. She tossed the toothbrush aside, holding the bag out for Mitch to remove a donut from. “I hope you somehow managed to know that I liked sprinkle donuts.”

Mitch broke into a cocky smile, “that’s funny.” He shook his head. “I had a whole entire debate with myself at the counter while looking at the donuts. I was going to go with two glazed, but then I saw a glazed with sprinkles and figured that might be more your speed. And then I went back to glazed because I didn’t want to assume. But then I saw the chocolate with sprinkles, and-” Mitch stopped himself from rambling for a full minute about his donut picking process. “Basically I ended up getting you a glazed with sprinkles. You’re welcome.”

(Y/N) reached into the bag, pulled out the donut, and furrowed her brows. “Why is there only half?”

“I ate the other.” Mitch said, biting into his own glazed. “I like sprinkles too, (Y/N). You’re not the only one.”

“Does this mean you bit into my donut, Mitch? Do I have to throw the whole thing away because it’s contaminated with your saliva? I don’t know where your mouth has been.”

Mitch fought with everything he had not to respond but I know where you want it to be. “You can handle a little bit of my saliva on your donut, (Y/N). It won’t kill you.”

“No, but I might kill you for being such a dick.”

Mitch laughed again, and (Y/N) forced herself not to smile. “I’d love to see you try.”

(Y/N) leaned forward as Mitch brought his donut up, taking a bite out of the side he hadn’t. He pulled the donut away from her mouth and his in shock, staring at her with wide eyes and shiny lips.

“Did you just bite my donut?” Mitch asked, right cheek puffy with the bite he had taken.

(Y/N) nodded, licking the glaze off of her lips slowly. Mitch was too distracted by her tongue to be able to form a snappy reply.  “I did.” She chewed quickly, swallowing the donut she had stolen. “It was only fair since you greedily ate half of mine. Besides, your reaction was better than that donut anyway. I’ve never seen you looking so stunned, Mitch.”

“I can’t believe your audacity.”  Mitch said, honestly. He took a napkin from the bag, setting it down on the coffee table. He rest his donut down on it, and grabbed (Y/N)’s wrist in his hand. “Let’s go. I’m putting you back into the bedroom and you can be tied up again, like you once were, since you wanted to be so bold.”

“NO!” (Y/N) shouted, pulling her wrist back in utter shock. “You’re not fucking tying me up. You’re - you’re insane!” She stammered a little on the you’re, shrinking away from Mitch. He took this moment of shock to grab the other half of the donut from her, dropping her wrist and picking up the other donut before she could react.

“You’re right.” Mitch’s voice remained the deep and emotionless tone it always was. “I’m not going to tie you back up. I was just saying that to get what I wanted. It was easier than I thought it would be. Your reflexes are terrible.” He acknowledged, looking at the half donut between his index finger and thumb. He gave her a smirk before taking a bite out of it. “I hope you’re not hungry. You’re going to have to wait for lunch now.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment, calculating her next move. She watched him take another bite, shooting her leg out to kick his hand with her foot, knocking the nearly whole donut from his hand. She watched it fall to the ground, his face falling from the cocky smirk into a look of shock that matched her own prior. She stood and stepped on the donut, taking the opportunity to take the remains of the half of the other donut he held. She shoved the whole of it into her mouth before falling back down onto the couch, grabbing a napkin to wipe her foot off. “There.” She huffed. “No one gets that donut.”

Mitch took a deep breath, (Y/N)’s eyes trained on the rise of his chest. When he exhaled her eyes snapped up to meet his. He was expressionless, his features absolutely neutral. “That’s fine (Y/N). I’ll just reiterate, you will now have to wait until lunch to eat. I hope you aren’t hungry.”

(Y/N) tossed the napkin that was covered in the glaze from her foot onto the coffee table, leaning back against the couch to get comfortable, completely aware and cautious of her shoulder injury. “I’ll be fine, Mitch.”

He didn’t respond to her, simply turned his attention to the smooshed donut on the floor and grabbed the final napkin to clean it up. He put the trash into the brown paper bag that had been used to carry the donuts to the room, and stood from the couch. After throwing the bag into the trash, Mitch returned to the couch, sitting down on it heavily. (Y/N) huffed and leaned forward to grab her coffee, eyes going wide when Mitch took it before she could reach it.

“Why did you do that?”

Mitch shrugged, setting the coffee cup onto the small table beside him. “I figured if you want to be petty, I would stoop to your level. I have nothing going on today. I can be petty if I please.”

“You’re such an asshole, you know that.”

“I would rather be the asshole than the whole ass, (Y/N). You’ve got that title.”

“I liked you better when you didn’t speak.”

Mitch shrugged, “that’s usually the case. I liked you better when you were unconscious.”

(Y/N) glared, “then why did you wake me?”

“To feed you.” “But you ate my food,” (Y/N) replied in way of counter.

Mitch shook his head, “no. I ate half of your food, and was going to give you half of my donut to make things fair and even. You reacted poorly and therefore you fucked yourself out of a donut and coffee.”

(Y/N) grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Fine.”

“Fine.” Mitch repeated, picking his own coffee up from the table, sipping from it slowly. The two sat in silence for a moment, (Y/N) watching Mitch, Mitch pretending like he wasn’t watching her. “Your face looks better.” (Y/N) finally said, breaking the silence between the two of them. Mitch rest his coffee on his thigh, holding it loosely in his hand. “Pardon?” He asked, furrowing his brows. His free hand came up to his face, rubbing his cheek. He wasn’t aware it had looked bad.

“Your nose,” (Y/N) pointed to her own nose. “It was really bruised yesterday, it looks a bit better today. Like you’re not about to have it fall off at any second.”

Mitch shrugged, uncaring about his face now. “I thought you were telling me I was ugly yesterday and now you decided I was attractive. I was rather confused.”

“You know you’re attractive Mitch, don’t pretend.”

Mitch shook his head, “I used to think I was handsome before I joined the CIA. But. I’ve had my nose broken so many times, and my face punched and cut even more. I don’t even think about my looks anymore. It’s irrelevant to anything going on in my life. I don’t need to worry about being the handsome man I used to be. I don’t need to worry about presenting myself as attractive to someone I like. I don’t like anyone anymore. Instead, I worry about not getting killed. I worry about how to keep myself from getting another scar or another broken bone.”

(Y/N) sighed, “isn’t that kind of depressing?”

“Not everything is about looks, (Y/N).”

She shook her head, “that isn’t what I meant. I meant, isn’t it kind of depressing not to want someone? I know a relationship isn’t everything, Mitch. Just. Don’t you ever get lonely?”

“How can I get lonely when I always have Stan up my ass, telling me everything I’ve done wrong?”

“Who’s Stan?” (Y/N) asked, tucking her legs underneath her. “Is he your-” She left the end of her question open, expecting Mitch to fill in the blank. “Stan is my boss,” Mitch supplied.

“Ah. Well. I hope he keeps you warm at night.”

Mitch shrugged, “his hatred for me certainly does give me a spark but. Last night I was kept warm by you, so. I guess you’re my relationship.”

(Y/N) stared at him, “what?”

“I was just trying to end this conversation and thought if I said that you’d accept that as something. I was wrong.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to respond to Mitch, getting silenced by the sound of a phone ringing. Mitch shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled it out, producing a silver cell phone. “Stan.”

“Ah,” (Y/N) nodded. “You know what they say. Speak of the devil, the devil calls back.”

“I’ve never heard that before in my life, (Y/N).”

“Well. Answer the phone,” (Y/N) gestured for Mitch to answer with her hand. He complied, bringing the phone up to his ear. He stood up as he said “hello”, walking away from her to the bedroom. She took this opportunity to lean across the couch and grab her coffee, swallowing from the cup vigorously.

Mitch returned from the bedroom after a few beats, (Y/N) setting the coffee cup down fast, feeling caught.

“I’m going to give you something to wear and you and I are going shopping.” Mitch said while shoving his phone into his pocket.

“Why?” (Y/N) asked.

Mitch sighed, “because apparently we have to.”

~

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[artificialqueens]

we don't get uncomplicated love stories (trixya) - dragonfly

AN:

This is my first fic! I don’t ship Trixya so much as I ship Katya/Katya’s unrequited love for Trixie, but Katya has been basically writing her own fic prompts at this point and I couldn’t help myself. It’s just a super short one-shot about recent events.

He/him pronouns but drag names because Brians.

“I’d prefer her just to be my boyfriend.”

the facts

i. Trixie and Katya love each other in a deeply complex, difficult to define way.

Trixie knows they’re probably codependent although he doesn’t really know what that means. They wear necklaces with each other’s pictures and joke about being boyfriends. Trixie thinks they’re soulmates, because best friend never seems like enough. They text every day and they miss each other fiercely when they’re apart. They spend a little too much time together when they’re both in the same city. Trixie doesn’t know what he’d do without Katya in his life. When he thinks about the future, the only certainty he sees is the two of them growing old together.

ii. Katya wants to fuck Trixie.

He talks about it all the time. He tells Trixie, he tells their friends, he tells their fans. He’s tried multiple times and Trixie always turns him down. Katya’s fucked everyone, so Trixie knows this is just a case of him wanting what he can’t have. Trixie can’t separate feelings from sex the way Katya can. He knows if they fucked it would mean something to him, and he also knows he wouldn’t be able to cope the next day when Katya acted like nothing had changed. So he always says no even though he’s sometimes tempted to say yes. He’s secretly flattered that Katya keeps trying. He likes knowing he can’t be that easily replaced.

iii. A relationship would never work between them.

Trixie’s thought about it before. He’s made lists, because he’s a Virgo and he likes to keep his mind organized. There are always more cons than pros. He loves Katya and they always have fun together. Katya understands him better than anyone. They accept each other’s flaws and forgive mistakes. They’re good together. But Trixie wants monogamy. He wants marriage, or a marriage-like relationship and he likes the idea of kids one day. He wants to be in love. He wants to have something that’s overwhelming and all-encompassing and he wants to build his own family. Katya wants freedom. He doesn’t believe in commitment, or maybe he’s just scared of it. He hates monogamy and he doesn’t understand why sex and relationships have to be in any way related. Trixie doesn’t really want to date a drag queen either, because they’re both on the road so much and what’s the point of dating someone if you never get to see them? Also, Katya smokes and Trixie could never date a smoker.

iv. If they have sex it will kill their chemistry.

They have sexual tension between them. Trixie knows it, just like he knows he’ll never act on it. But it makes their show work. It makes them work. Without that, he wonders if they’d be any good together. Maybe part of what makes them so great is the energy that sparks between them and Trixie loves what they do together, loves that they’ve got their own show now. He’s not going to fuck that up just because Katya’s obsessed with the idea of eating his ass.

v. Katya likes it when people think they’re fucking.

Plenty of people think it. Trixie’s read the fanfiction, he knows how invested total strangers are in a relationship he has with Katya that’s all in their imagination. It’s a little disturbing, but he’s used to it by now and he knows they both fan the flames now and then. Trixie doesn’t want to hide how he feels about Katya, so he does what he does and lets them think what they want. Katya toys with the fans a little more, but he always stops short of crossing any boundaries Trixie has. They’ve never talked about them, but they’ve never needed to. Katya just knows.

the reality

i.  Trixie knows every time Katya says something about him.

Drag Race fans are nothing if not enthusiastic and he’s guaranteed to get 20 twitter mentions alerting him every time Katya does or says something. 30 if it’s particularly interesting. Trixie usually ignores all of it. Giving Katya attention only encourages him.

ii. The first thing Katya does is tweet about suffering and desire.

Trixie doesn’t know how to respond when he reads it.

Eventually he tells himself he’s being egotistical and lets it go.

iii. Katya tells an audience that he’d want Trixie to be his boyfriend in an alternate universe.

Trixie finds out about it within hours and finds himself more angry with Katya than he’s ever been in his life. It’s the most intimate thing Katya has ever said, and it’s infuriating because he’s never said anything like that to Trixie. He calls Kim to rage about how stupid and selfish Katya is and ends up crying down the phone for an hour. Then he clears his notifications from his phone, intentionally ignoring Katya’s messages.

iv. Trixie ignores Katya for 37 hours.

It’s not very long, but it’s long enough for Katya to know. Even on opposite sides of the world they manage to text each other all the time and Trixie makes sure to read Katya’s messages so Katya knows he’s seen them and is deliberately not replying. It’s petty, but Trixie feels petty. When his phone rings, he doesn’t have to look at the screen to know who’s calling. He presses reject and waits. It’s 11pm, so it’s 4am in London and he’s sure Katya hasn’t slept. He’s opening up his laptop when he gets an angry text from Katya.

BITCH, I AM SKYPING YOU IN 5 MINUTES YOU BETTER FUCKING ANSWER

the confrontation

i. Katya speaks first.

“Trixie? What the fuck’s going on? Why are you ignoring me?”

Katya sounds like he’s been crying. Trixie thinks his eyes would probably look red if the webcam was better quality.

“Why do you think I’m ignoring you, asshole?”

Trixie is angry. He loves Katya, but he’s angry and he feels a small degree of satisfaction when Katya visibly recoils from his words.

“I… don’t know?”

Trixie rolls his eyes. “Think very hard.”

Katya blinks several times, very fast like he’s maybe trying to keep the tears at bay. “I’m sorry about what I said. It was just a bit of fun, I say shit like that all the time.”

“No, you fucking don’t.” Trixie is so angry he wants to scream, so he lowers his voice instead and talks in what is barely more than a whisper. “Do you know how embarrassing and hurtful it is to hear you go around at shows talking about how you want to date me?” Trixie knows Katya doesn’t want to date him. Katya wants to fuck him, but he doesn’t want to be his boyfriend.

“Right.” Katya looks defeated and Trixie almost apologizes. “I get it. The idea of dating me is embarrassing and disgusting. I’m sorry.”

Katya likes to beat himself up and play the victim when things go wrong instead of taking responsibility, and Trixie’s too angry to let him get away with it.

“We’re not having this conversation right now. You’re not listening to me. You’re just hearing what you want to hear. Call me back when you actually want to talk.”

Trixie disconnects the call.

Then he calls Kim again and cries some more.

ii. Katya calls back three hours later.

Trixie should be sleeping, but he’s lying in bed and staring at the ceiling so he sits up when he hears the call come in from his computer.

“I hate it when you’re mad at me, Trix. I really am sorry.”

Katya looks like shit. Trixie thinks he probably looks just as bad.

“No you’re not. You’re sorry I’m mad, but you’re not sorry you said it.”

Katya winces and Trixie knows he’s right.

“Jesus, Katya. Do you know how it feels to hear something that personal said to hundreds of fucking fans when you’ve never said it to me? Why did you do it? You had to know I’d hear about it.”

Katya swallows hard. Trixie can see it on the screen, even in the dim light. “Maybe I was too much of a coward to tell you to your face.”

Trixie squeezes his eyes shut. “But you didn’t mean it. Don’t mean it. I don’t care if you joke about fucking me, but why did you have to say something like that?” It hurts. Katya knows him and Katya should know that it hurts. It was selfish and it was cruel and Trixie hates him just a little.

“I do mean it.” Katya’s voice is soft and he’s not looking into the camera. “I love you, you know that.”

Trixie doesn’t know what to say.

Katya doesn’t know what to say either, because he’s still not looking at the camera but he’s breathing hard like he might hyperventilate any second.

“You want to fuck me. You don’t want to date me. You’ve never said you wanted to date me.”

“I would date you, Bri. If you wanted.” Katya smiles, but it’s strained and it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Trixie’s mind is reeling.

“I have to go. I love you, but I have to go.”

He disconnects before Katya can say goodbye.

iii. Trixie calls Katya back half an hour later.

“Sorry.”

Katya nods, but he doesn’t say anything.

Trixie wonders if this is what it’s always going to be like, them hurting each other and fucking each other up.

“You want to date me.”

Katya nods again.

“Like, actually date. Be boyfriends. Do boyfriend stuff.”

Katya smiles. It’s small, but at least it’s genuine. “We already do boyfriend stuff, only now I have to ask permission before I kiss you.”

Trixie rolls his eyes. “What about the show? If we date and it doesn’t work out, then what happens? We’re fucking business partners, Katya.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the show. If I have to pick between my career and you, I pick you.”

Trixie bites back a smile. It’s all too big, he doesn’t want to ruin the moment by smiling. “You can’t fuck anyone we know. Random trade only. And don’t tell me about it.”

Katya stares into the camera like nothing Trixie’s saying makes any sense.

“And it has to stay a secret. From everyone. There’s a very good chance we won’t even last a month, I don’t want to go public until we’re sure.”

Katya keeps staring.

“Also, I love you too, idiot.”

Katya smiles so brightly it looks like the sun has just come out. “Are you sure?”

No. Trixie’s not sure, but he knows they both worry and think too much and he’s tired of it. “I’ll come see you soon once I’m done with shows.”

Katya’s still grinning like maybe he’s never going to stop. “Can I eat your ass?”

Trixie laughs. “I’m hanging up now.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Katya blows him a kiss and then his face disappears and Trixie closes the lid of his computer.

iv. Katya texts Trixie all the heart emojis he can find.

 He follows it up with a peach emoji.

Trixie smiles.

[diminuel]

I was asked to recommend some creature!Destiel fics. Most of the fic I’ll rec are over 20k. That should leave you all with a lot of reading material! :D

Note: If the fic is marked as explicit or mature, then it’ll have bottom!Cas and top!Dean content. If it’s not bottom!Cas (only) there’ll be a note.

@unforth-ninawaters has kindly sent me a creature!Destiel rec list she put together, so if you have a more varied taste when it gets to top/ bottom preferences that’s a good place to start!

Rec list will be updated as I read more material. 

(Current version: 10th July 2017)

Enjoy! ♥

(Right now the fics are ordered alphabetically and by creature if I’ve got more than one fic with that type.)

Mermen/ Cecaelia:

Water bound characters with fins and tentacles!

A Fish Called Castiel by Bellacatbee (Explicit, 37k // mermaid!Cas)

Dean Winchester plans on proposing to his summer fling, Lisa Braeden. He buys a ring, against the advice of best friend Charlie Bradbury, and books a table at an expensive restaurant. Before he can propose however, Lisa breaks up with him. His pride wounded, Dean drives out to the coast, gets liquored up and throws the engagement ring into the ocean. When he goes in to retrieve it, he heads too deep and that should be the end of the story. He shouldn’t end up back on the shore, coughing up seawater with a beautiful young man tending to him. Dean doesn’t know where this man came from or who he is but he gives him the engagement ring as a thank you for saving his life. He never expects to see the guy again, but two days later he gets a call from the local Sheriff about a strange man she’s picked up wondering naked in town with Dean’s wallet and ring on him. The guy’s name is Castiel and, much to Dean’s surprise, he’s a mermaid.

Glory In The Water by Bellacatbee (Explicit, 20k // octo!Cas)

After the mysterious drowning deaths of three teens, Sam and Dean find themselves in a small town, investigating the possibility of a monster living in the local lake. Eventually, their search leads them to believe they’re dealing with some kind of tentacle monster. They attempt to take down the creature, but it overpowers them, dragging Dean down into the lake. Sam, distraught, believes his brother is dead, but Dean awakens in a cave under the lake, being cared for by one of the monsters, Castiel. Even as Sam vows revenge, Dean finds himself falling for the strange creature who believes Dean is his mate.

The Lonely Sea and The Sky by whelvenwings (23k // merman!Dean)

When Dean, a little lost and a little lonely, finds himself wishing on a star one night, he doesn’t expect anything to come of it, and certainly not for the star in question to fall right out of the sky. The very last thing that he could have possibly anticipated is Castiel - winged, angry and looking for the grace that he lost in the fall, so that he can get back to Heaven.

Dean’s a little fascinated by Castiel, and Castiel is intrigued by Dean and his seafaring life. But Castiel has to go back to Heaven, and finding the grace has to be his first priority, even though it often seems he would rather put Dean first. But Dean knows it’s foolish to hope. After all, a bird may fall in love with a fish - but where would they live?

Dragons:

Fire breathing creatures, sometimes like gold, mostly just like Dean/ Cas.

Castiel’s Dragon by Unforth (Explicit, 38k // dragon!Dean)

Note: Dean is an actual dragon, he has no human form

Born without legs, Castiel was destined to be a dragon rider. He’d always dreamed of how it would be, and when the day for his pairing came, he knew he’d met the perfect dragon.

Sometimes I Feel Like a Monster by firefly124 (11k, dragon!Dean)

Dean’s doing pretty well, he thinks. His diner is doing well enough to support him with money left over to send Sammy at college. He may not get the best sleep at night, but he’s used to it. He’s used to ignoring the memories that haunt him and the parts of himself he doesn’t like. What he’s not used to is dealing with the hot new owner of the business that just moved in at the other end of the building, and somehow the guy manages to shake things up without half trying.

Taming The Dragon by iDiru (Explicit, 57k // dragon!Cas)

Note: graphic depictions of violence

Dean, along with his brother Sam, is a dragon slayer; hunting dragons for sport and coin. Usually their life is pretty straight forward, but Dean comes to hunt a rare dragon that will change his view on the species forever. A dragon who's finally outsmarted the great Dean Winchester.

SPN canon inspired monsters:

Fics with a setting that is close to canon (hunting is a thing) and/ or present the creatures as we know them from the SPN canon. Angel!Dean is also featured here.

Basileus by SillyBlue (Explicit, 48k // creature!Cas)

A basilisk’s egg is said to be able to break any spell or curse and dissolve any claim on a human’s soul. With the ten years he had been given quickly coming to a close, Dean has no other option but to follow this one desperate lead. While Dean’d love to be able to escape the clutches of hell (and make sure that Sam doesn’t take the bait and follow him directly down into the fiery pits), he really, really doesn’t want to go hunt a probably extinct monster in Europe. But he needs a basilisk and apparently a town in Switzerland just happens to have one as its guardian beast.

It’s just Dean’s luck that this one wears a trench coat and is the hottest guy Dean’s ever seen.

Black Dove by SillyBlue (105k // leviathan!Cas)

With no recollection of how or why, Dean finds himself transported two years into the future.

The only chance Dean’s got to survive in a world where civilization is either gathered into Leviathan controlled cities or in small Settlements is someone he had believed dead. Joining Castiel on his travels through the Settlements and the toxic wastelands gives them both a chance to mend what’s been broken between them while Dean tries to find a way back home. It’s a little bit inconvenient though when the only clues as to why he’s been sent to the future are a very unstable connection back to Sam in 2012 and a number of seemingly random weapons and items, including an ominous gold thread and… a box of condoms.

Convenient Husbands by Annie D (scaramouche) (Explicit, 39k// phoenix!Cas)

Note: There’s switching in this story

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?"

Divine Justice (sucks) by consultingcas (13k // angel!Dean)

The archangels don't take kindly to those who break Heaven's laws. Dean and Castiel both get put on heavenly community service to pay for their "crimes". And they learn their lesson alright, just not the one Heaven had planned on teaching them.

Faerie Strange Circumstances by almaasi (30k // fairy!Cas)

Still-hunters AU. Driving home after getting his broken leg set into a cast, Dean finds a naked and rather disoriented faerie in a box beside the road. The little guy calls himself Castiel; he's seven inches tall, a self-proclaimed warrior, and comes complete with a pair of butterfly wings and a sword the size of a toothpick. (Note: if you value your fingernails, do not call him 'cute'.) Feeling generous, Dean takes Cas back to Bobby's place to offer him some food, a bath, and a place to sleep - oh, and Barbie clothes, but that one is strictly off the record. Sam and Charlie assist in finding a way to return Castiel to his home realm, but the problem is, the longer Cas stays, the more Dean doesn't want his fae buddy to leave. Going home seems to entail certain death, after all...

Like A Stain Upon My Skin by SillyBlue (explicit, 61k // amazon!Dean)

“Prudence and Clarity” was Mary Winchester’s credo for staying alive despite a curse flowing through the blood of all the women in her family. Learn how to lie, was the second rule she had to implement when she watched her son grow up within 3 days of being born. Being the only male amazon in the history of their messed up species meant that Dean’s life was dominated by lies, shame and loneliness. After unwittingly saving Castiel Novak from becoming the next human sacrifice to the amazons’ mating cycle, he allowed himself one night where he could pretend that he had a shot at a relationship. But breaking Mary’s first rule not only pulled Castiel back into a world he had escaped from years ago, but also drew the amazons' attention who would love to get their hands on Dean.

Man in the Wilderness by OneHundredSuns (explicit, 68k // creature!Dean)

Dean Winchester is fresh out of Purgatory along with every other Tom, Dick and Wendigo that called the cesspool home. As the monsters lay waste to the Earth and eat anything they can get their hands on, Dean sets out to find his only remaining family so that they can hunker down and fight the assholes head on. He doesn’t mean to stumble upon Castiel Novak and his adorable twins in the middle of the apocalypse and he sure as hell doesn’t mean to offer them a ride to wherever they are trying to get to. But the world is a dangerous place now and he’s always been a sucker for blue eyes and cute kids. So he’ll help them out and just hope it doesn’t get him or them killed in the process.

Tamed by Winglesss (explicit, 39k // angel!Cas)

In a world where supernatural creatures are coveted for their powers, and often kept as pets, Dean and Sam are infamous hunters. Known for capturing creatures too dangerous to own and selling the ones that aren't. When they hear about an Angel sighting, they know they have to find this rare and dangerous winged creature. With a help of an Enochian book with instructions on taming Angels, they manage to capture Castiel. When things take an interesting turn between Dean and the creature, Sam realizes he may have made a translation error that will change his brother's life forever.

Various creatures:

Land mermaids, pagan gods, plants come to life... it’s all here!

25¢ pocket guardian angels by hopelessheathen (ElspethMcGillicuddy) (13k// creature!Cas)

Dean walks into his local bank one day and notices that someone has filled the old gumball machine with these tiny, wiggling, sentient angels in individual plastic packaging. Deeply concerned about their air supply and the fact that they're trapped there in the sun, he starts pumping in quarters to rescue them. This is worse than leaving a dog in an overheating car.

Now he's got forty of the little guys running all over his house, and god knows how many others might be trapped and dying all over the city.

Beyond the Ether by Powerfulweak (Explicit, 52k // Pagan God!Dean)

Mythology fascinated Castiel. On a professional level, of course (a requirement when you teach world religions and philosophy), but very much on a personal one as well. When he accidentally summons an ancient pagan god and protector called Dean, he is thrust deeper into that world then he ever thought possible

Clipped and Unbound by garrisonbabe (explicit, 50k // angel!Cas)

Castiel is a slave widely regarded as unbreakable and unruly. Dean Winchester is a billionaire ending a five year long search to rescue him. They'll both learn that peace can be the hardest thing in the world to find.

Convergence by snarklyboojum (13k // creature!Dean)

Dean Winchester wasn't the sort of king Castiel had been expecting at all.

Cruel Winter by bellacatbee (15k // vampire!Cas)

Dean is surprised that anyone would rent the big house at the edge of the woods. It’s been empty for years.

He’s even more surprised to find it’s been taken by a man caring for his sickly ward. There must be hundreds of places better than a musty old house for someone to recuperate.

Dean finds employment at the house working as a gardener and begins to realize that things aren’t all they seem. The curtains are always drawn and he isn’t allowed inside, The house’s new owner is strangely jumpy and rude whenever Dean suggests bringing his ward outside to enjoy the sunshine.

It’s only when Dean sneaks inside the house that he discovers the reason - the man’s ward, Castiel, is a vampire.

King Frost by r2metoo (Mature, 34k // creature!Cas)

The Frost King will kiss the unwary at the first frost of winter and then take them to his palace and make them his slave. But it’s sooo way more fluffy than that. Just a Christmas fic from me to you. Base on Hans Christian Andersen’s The Snow Queen, with other fairy tale themes mixed in.

Living Right Is In the Trying by OneHundredSuns (explicit, 70k // angel!Cas)

Dean Winchester hadn’t lead an exciting life or a particularly good one but he’d always tried to do what was right, especially when it came to his little brother, even going so far as to take the blame for a crime he didn’t commit. Now with his brother a big shot at college and no prospects of his own, he takes a job from an eccentric man named Gabriel until he can get himself together. He meets and becomes fast friends with Castiel, a mysterious man with a dark troubling past.

But Dean and Castiel’s budding relationship is soon threatened by Dean’s commitments in California, and the arrival of a known gangster named Crowley, who’s determined to have Castiel as his own...as well as his wings.

Monsters On the Mountain by TheIttyBitty (41k // mutant!Cas)

In which Castiel lives quietly with his family in a post-apocalyptic world where humans occasionally mutate, and are promptly killed. When Castiel turns seventeen and begins to mutate, he assumes his life is over. He manages to escape execution, but is promptly exiled which, for him, might actually be worse.

Oadriax by Daksgirl (Explicit, 83k // creature!Cas)

After the death of their estranged mother Mary on a planet called Oadriax, Sam and Dean hop the first transport out to the edge of the civilized galaxy. After a tense run in with the base’s demonic security chief and his creepy second in command Alistair, Dean finds himself lost in the forest, and stumbles into an angel with black wings and blue eyes that calls himself Castiel.

Our Lady of Modesty by Unforth (Explicit, 97k // creature!Dean)

Note: there’s twincest in this story

The death of Jimmy and Castiel Shurley’s parents grants them a modest inheritance and, more importantly, freedom to make their own choices. After hunting for the perfect house, they find what they’re looking for in an old farmhouse in the mountains of upstate New York: nice neighbors not too close, the beauty of nature surrounding them, and solitude, save for each other. The isolation is both a blessing and a curse; Castiel has pined for his brother since puberty, but incest is forbidden and homosexuality is taboo, and he knows if he speaks about his feelings he’ll lose his brother as a best friend and destroy their careers as children’s book authors as well.

Fortunately, Castiel finds a new friend in Dean, the strange man who hangs around their property. Sure, it’s a weird, especially since Dean refuses to enter the house or even meet Jimmy, but Dean is gregarious, beautiful, kind, and brilliantly knowledgeable about the natural wonders surrounding them. Castiel isn’t the best at assessing people but he’s absolutely sure there’s no harm in Dean…

Smoke Jumper by Nikolaus_Chaser (Explicit, 47k // nymph!Cas)

Note: references to switching

When Dean Winchester's parachute fails to deploy in the middle of a raging forest fire, he prepares for death. What he never expects is for his life to be saved by a creature he didn't even know existed until now.

The Emptiness of His Chest by of_dreamdust (25k // zombie!Cas)

Note: there are references to past suicide

In The Flesh AU. Dean Winchester lost his best friend too early, but there was no time to grieve. The Rising happened; the Undead were roaming the streets, and the Living had to do everything they could to survive. But the cure was found and, as everything starts falling back into place, Dean has to deal not only with his brother leaving, but with his dead best friend coming back.

Through the Rain by SillyBlue (20k // naga!Dean)

Since the war between angels and the Naga had ended, very little happened at their shared border. Rains Landing, one of the major outposts that guarded the realm of the angels against the snake-like creatures hadn't seen a single Naga in 30 years. There were some monsters, but most of all there was rain, rain, rain.

Prince Castiel could hardly believe his ears when he was told that a small group of Naga soldiers have accidentally invaded the land of angels. Deciding to strike up a conversation instead of demanding retribution, Castiel learned that the leader of the group is none other than THE Dean of Winchester, the fabled warrior prince Metatron had been so afraid of.

Finding Dean to be an easy-going man, Castiel suggests that their two countries should at least try to entertain friendly relations. Unbeknownst to them, their parents seem to have reached the same conclusion. And what would bring two countries closer than an arranged marriage?

Together by TheAuthorGod (19k // dwarf!Dean, elf!Cas)

Dean doesn’t travel alone so he hires a man to travel with him. He hadn’t expected the elf to be quite as strange as he turned out to be; but, he found that he wouldn’t have had it any other way. It seemed that they worked pretty well together.

[soberist-blog]

I Need To Talk

The Truth

I’m not living with my wife right now. The swings are too much.

If you’re reading this, I’m sure you’re already well acquainted with the way the holidays play out in an alcoholic home. If you’re not, it’s no fucking picnic. This is the third time I’ve left since Christmas. To be honest, I don’t know why I bothered ever going back. Everything I know about the sickness tells me that things are never going to change. More than that, if things are going to change, they’re going to get a hell of a lot worse before the get even a little bit better.

My initial decision to leave was a long time coming. My entire purpose in this marriage up until now has been to maintain the illusion while my wife falls apart – get up, feed the kid, get him dressed, make the hour-long drive to work, put in 10 hours, hike it home, make dinner, tidy the house, go to sleep, repeat. If that’s not enough, there’s an almost uniform certainty that she’ll be a bottle deep and incoherent by the time I finally make it home. I get a knot in my stomach when I get off the highway every day. That’s what happens when home isn’t a safe place, when you have no idea what you’re walking in to.

I packed up all my things just before the New Year and went to stay with my da. He knows this story. On top of being a 14-year sober guy himself, he did this dance with my step-mother for a decade before he decided enough was enough. I like how I feel when I’m at his place – free from expectation, anxiety, fear. Free to be myself. After returning home from that stint of serenity, things were good – for a while. What is it about things being “good for awhile” that makes the next episode so much worse?  I’ll work up a formula for that and post it later.

This particular Friday night, I got in the car to start my long trek home to the city from the boonies where I work. When I got in the car I called home.  I always call home when I’m leaving work – it gives me an idea of what to expect when I run out of highway and only the driveway looms in front of me.  Tonight, a friend of my wife’s picks up the phone. I don’t really listen to her, as I know where this is going. I make myself sick with worry the rest of the way home. In retrospect, I should have turned the car around and found something else to do – somewhere else to be. What I walked in to was a clusterfuck the size of which there exists no scale to measure.

My wife’s friend’s got more coke in her than Tony Montana and is making dinner with my son.  There’s food everywhere but in the pots, it seems, and my wife is passed out face down on the tiled basement floor.  It’s 6:30 in the evening.

Obviously, I’m unimpressed and need to find an excuse to get the fuck out of here as soon as is possible.  After doing my best to make nice for about an hour, I head to the garage to hack a butt.  My intention is to stay here until this idiot goes home.  She hasn’t shut up since I walked in the door, telling the same story about how she let a fireman fuck her in the ass last night, and what a slut she is.  Then she laughs hysterically.  I’ve heard the story a dozen times by the time I walk outside.  She follows me and switches gears begging me not to be upset about the state of my home.  “It’s her birthday, so this is ok”.  Wrong, cunt – this is NEVER ok.  There’s a child here.

“Would it make you feel better if I sucked your cock?  I’ll suck your cock, y’know.  It probably won’t go over well with your wife, but I’ll do it.  You could fuck me if you want, too.”.  I should I have done it.  At least if I’d shoved something in her mouth she would have shut the fuck up.  Some friend, though.

My wife, at this point, has managed to stagger her way upstairs and the 2 of them now are verbally assaulting me about how intolerant and inhospitable I am to girls on their birthdays.  I leave and head to the garage.  No one should have to do this kind of thing ever, let alone in a marriage.  If I’m honest, I was pretty magnanimous about the whole thing.

After the cunt leaves, my wife breaks into full psycho-mode demanding to know how I could treat her friends so poorly.  The bile that comes out of her mouth is a new low for our relationship, and far and away the most offensive speech directed at me since I was incorporated in 1978.  I’ve had it now, and I have to leave.  It’s just past midnight and I’ve endured as long as I’m able.  At the sight of me gathering a few things I’ll need until morning (toothbrush, clean underwear, my e-reader, etc..), my wife wakes our son up and drags him in to the hallway.  “Look at him!”, she screams, “Look at him!  Abandoning us again!  Why don’t you explain to MY son what kind of a man just walks out on his family?  You’re a fucking coward”.

It was then that she attacked me.  She hit me in the ribs a few times before I decided that, while I couldn’t hit her, I certainly needed to stop this.  I pushed her off, but she came back.  I pushed harder and she flew across the floor.  From there, she charged me.  I moved and she tripped, knocking me down on top of her.  I was enraged.  I wanted to kill her, but I’m not a savage (in spite of the fact that I’m sure I had one hand around her throat when we were down on the ground like that).

[ EDIT – The doctor would tell me a week later that I had a hairline fracture on my bottom-left rib, and the 2 above them were badly bruised.  I hurt for a month.]

Our son saw the whole thing.  He’s 9 years old.

I didn’t leave the house that night, instead I spent the night with him – both of us trying to make heads-or-tails of the shit show our lives had become.  We talked a lot.  He asked a lot of hard questions.  Questions I still don’t have the answers to.  Questions he’ll be doubtless asking his therapist in a few years.

My wife got drunk again the next day.  Her friend still won’t come back here because I make her uncomfortable.

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I’m hoping that someone will someday read this account of events in my life and consider that they matter. The truth is, I’m living a self-fulfilling prophecy. The same road, leading to the same inevitable conclusion, forever.

I met my wife about a decade ago. She is the sister of the girl who was married to my cousin at the time. I was immediately rapt with her. I mean, this is the kind of woman who lights up a room just by being in it; who makes people better simply by being around them. If I’m honest, I still feel this way, in spite of everything. I first realized there was a problem fairly early on. It isn’t lost on me now that all of this, all this pain, is likely my own fault. I could have done the thing I always do. I always run. It’s safer that way. I didn’t do that this time, and I know exactly why – Love. Love is a fucked up thing. Love is the only thing that could take an otherwise reasonable person and turn them into a stark-raving lunatic; or in my case, the thing I hate the most.

I live with an anxiety that never ends; a tightness in my chest that’s been there so long I can’t remember what my life felt like without it. It makes me sad. A lot of things make me sad lately. I miss my wife. I miss the conversations we used to have. I miss the way her hands felt on my skin when they were truly excited to be there. I miss her smile; I see it scarcer every day. I miss the plans we made together, and the life we promised to build.

I’m afraid we’ve poisoned the well. I’m afraid that there is no going back from where we are. It keeps me up nights. It breaks my heart.

Anger is a tricky thing. It’s really the antithesis of love. I believe that anger has replaced love in our relationship, but I can’t speak for her. My anger is all gone. It’s been replaced by frustration, apathy, and a nagging desire for the promise of us; the promise whose light lays scattered in the ruin of countless hateful words. The truth is, anger is stronger than love. My great-grandmother used to say that being bitter was a lot like pissing your pants – everyone can see it, but you’re the only one that feels it. The same is true of anger.

My wife once told me that it wasn’t her I was in love with, but the idea of her. I can’t even begin to describe to you fucking insulting that is. The truth is, I understand why she thinks the things she does. I do. The problem that we’re running in to now is that the carefully constructed paradigm in which we live is based on half-truths and assumptions. There is no honesty here.

I’m terrified of what’s to come.

We only move forward here with trust. We move forward with an honesty that is fearless and unflinching. I don’t know how to get there from here, but I know that the first step is laying down anger. Everything I’ve seen these past 4 years tells me that this is impossible, but I remain hopeful.

The truth is, I’m living a self-fulfilling prophecy. The same road, leading to the same inevitable conclusion, forever. Without a re-dedication to the things that brought us to the table in the first place, I’m destined to become exactly the man my wife needs me to be – just another asshole in a long line of assholes bent on destroying her happiness with my selfish needs and controlling ways.

I refuse to be him. Please help me.