#professor winchester au
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and this, your living kiss || opal_bullets
rating: explicit
audio length: 7 hr. 5 min.
ship: dean/cas
tags: poetry, writer!dean, professor!castiel, college au, john winchester's a+ parenting, mentions of past prostitution, mentions of cancer, angst with a happy ending
summary: after years of no longer writing poetry under the name jack allen, dean begand to crave a sense of being alive again. he suddenly decides to move in with sam and elienne, along with their son jack. searching for answers dean reaches out to his old mentor, missouri moseley, who recommended dean to audit an advanced college course in poetry taught by professor castiel novak. who happens to not only be devastatingly handsome and see something in dean, but happens to also be academic’s expert on jack allen.
um does anyone have any poetry recommendations? i’m searching for the similar highs i get from hearing jack allen’s poems. read this fic. read this fic. read this fic. actually- listen to it instead! atylk is known as a classic deancas fic- AND ITS FOR A REASON! i loved it found myself shrieking and talking to myself out of pure excitement as i listened. (god bless podfics!) i’ll definitely listen to it again in the future. xx
#dean/cas#poetry#writer!dean#professor!castiel#college au#john winchester a+ parenting#mentions of past prostitution#mentions of cancer#angst with a happy ending#deancas#destiel ao3#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#dean/cas classic#and this your living kiss#atylk
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Volume 1: Spring
#Ruby Rose
•The episode is a mix of the vanilla rwby version and the Ice queendom version.
•The episode starts with *the narrators* little speech to Ozpin (vanilla rwby version).
•cue Torchwick and his gang walking into the Dust store. (Note: the gang members have Torchwicks symbol on their clothes because they are his personal henchmen this time.)
•One of the gangsters spots a little, red riding hooded girl drop Dust cannisters into a basket before returning to her weapon magazine.
•"Fork over the Dust and hands behind your head, now!" (the gangster turns the girl around, revealing her face and headphones). (The man motions for the girl to take off her headphones). "Yes?" "Get on the ground and gimme the Dust, now!" "Are you... robbing me?" (As Ruby says this, a smile grows on her face.) "Yes!" "Ooooh... ok."
•The gangster gets flung out the window while Ruby trails behind him, covered in rose petals.
•(Roman turns his head around to watch the spectacle) "A semblance?"
•ICONIC SCYTHE SCENE
•"Criminals beware... for the Red Reaper is here!!!" (Ruby points her weapon at the gangsters). "That old fairytale?" (Roman turns to his henchmen). "Get her!"
•ICONIC FIGHT SCENE
•"Good thing I never gave you a raise... Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around..." (raises his cane and opens the bottom to reveal a rifle with a cross grid) "...I'm afraid this is where we part ways!"
•Roman fires at Ruby, who uses her sniper recoil to dodge, she spots Roman climbing a ladder, "Are you hurt, shopkeeper?!" "No but-" "Good!", Ruby launches herself after Roman.
•The bullhead airship apppears, Roman jumps inside, he takes a Burn Dust crystal out and throws it at Ruby before shooting it, causing it to explode in her face.
• "Ohohohohoho!"
•The explosion cloud clears, revealing a violet forcefield around Ruby made by Glynda Goodwitch (no Glynda glyph, those are more exclusive now).
•ICONIC WIZARD DUEL
•(Ruby looks up at Glynda) "You're a Huntress!!! Can I have your autograph?!"
•jail
•"...property damage, using a weapon in a no-shoot-zone, *no huntsman liscence*, and now you're telling me that you've been chasing after criminals before!!!" "But I'm just trying stop criminals, like you!"
•Ozpin comes in and dismisses Glynda. Before she leaves he whispers to her "drop all criminal charges made against her..." Glynda looks confused, but obeys and leaves without a word.
• "Miss Ruby Rose... you have silver eyes."
•The rest of the conversation is basically the same as vanilla rwby.
•insert scene: Ozpin leaves the interragation room after Ruby accepts his offer. We see Yang and Taiyang sitting on a bench waiting for Ruby (they both stand up when they see Ozpin). Ozpin informs them that all charges against Ruby have been dropped... and that she will be attending Beacon academy early. (when Ozpin drops the latter news, the camera zooms in on Taiyang giving Ozpin a death glare.)
•Scene change: "Oh, I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!" (Yang says as she hugs Ruby to death.)
•Bee's knees conversation.
•The girls attention then changes to the breaking news report on the airships TV system. Lisa Lavender goes over the Dust robbery Ruby just stopped and momentarily puts her mugshot on the screen as the "real life Red Reaper" before she switches to talking about Roman. The shadow people on the air bus start murmering about Ruby, which causes her to frown and hold her head down.
•Lisa Lavender than goes to the next news segment about Faunus riot that police believed was started by the White Fang. The shadow people now start murmering about "animals" and "beasts".
•Ruby looks towards Yang, "The White Fang? Are those... like bad guys, Yang?"
•"Well, I guess you could say... actually, no. They're more like victims." When Yang says this, one of the shadow people walks far away from her. "... I guess not everyone thinks the same way."
•Glynda introduction + speech
•Jaune then bursts into the scene and vomits next to Ruby and Yang.
•Ruby screams.
•Yang punches Jaune.
•The end.
#The Shining Beacon arc
•Basically the same as vanilla rwby: Ruby and Yang's airship lands at Beacon academy. Jaune is vomiting in a trash can in the background. Yang encourages Ruby to make friends by ditching her. Ruby than trips and falls into Weiss + her luggage.
•"What are you doing?!"
•"Uh, sorry?"
•"Sorry! Do you have any idea the damage you could have caused?!" (Weiss then points to the luggage Ruby tripped over). "That suitcase contains a gift that *my* late grandfather gave to me! You could have broken it and the repairs for it would bankrupt your whole family!"
•"What?" Ruby says with a blank stare
•"Don't 'what' me! What are you, brain-dead???" (Weiss then turns her head to talk to herself, out loud). "Is every commoner from Vale this disrespectful?" (Weiss then turns back to Ruby). "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!"
•"Hey, I said I was sorry princess!"
•"Don't you *dare* call me princess! Do you even know who I am!"
•"Weiss Schnee, second child of Willow and Jacques Scnee, singer, songwriter, producer of the best selling music album in Atlas, and heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, the largest producer of Dust in the world." Blake says after making her first appearance.
•"Finally! Some recognition!"
•"The same company infamous for its racist labor forces and illegal business partners." Blake shoots back while giving Weiss a death glare.
•"Wha- How dare- The nerve of... Ugh!"
•Weiss and Blake then leave Ruby alone.
•"Hey... I'm Jaune."
•"Ruby- WAIT YOU'RE THE GUY THAT THREW UP ON ME!!!"
•"IM SORRY!!!"
•Ruby and Jaune's bonding scene is exactly the same. (including Jaune's chauvanism, Im gonna turn it into a real character flaw).
•Ruby and Jaune then head to the auditorium, Ruby splits from Jaune to hang with Yang, Jaune mopes that his 17 year old behind can't get with a 15 year old, Pyrrha stares at Jaune from behind with horror movie strings playing (im joking).
•Ruby tells Yang about the stuff she just went through, Weiss comes over and tells Ruby that she didn't break her grandfathers gift... which is good because if she did she would have sued the pants off their family. Yang tries to smooth things over, which leads to Weiss' iconic line "Yeah! And we can paint our nails and try on clothes and talk about cute boys, like tall, blond, and scraggly over there!" "Wow, really!" "No."
•Jaune mishears the conversation and assumes that Weiss confessed her love to him behind his back.
•Ozpin comes in, drop his "yall suck" speech, and leaves. Ruby comments that he was acting a bit weird, and Yang drops that dad (Tai) said Ozpin acted off when he was their headmaster, but dad didn't say much more to her. Cut to Jaune flirting with Weiss.
•Slumber party time!
•"I don't think Dad would approve of all the boys, though."
•"I know I do! (purrs as she watches several muscular, shirtless guys and girls in short clothes... and Jaune).
•The scene where Ruby writes a letter to her friends at Signal is removed, in this au Ruby is very introverted and never had any close friends before.
•Ruby and Yang then talk about the friend, and enemy, that Ruby made in a day.
•The two girls then notice a candle being lit Blake, who is sitting in a corner reading a book. When Yang looks at Blake, she blushes (because bmblb is actually planned from the start this time.)
•Ruby informs Yang about her, so Yang drags Ruby over to Blake so they can make friends (and so she can get a girl).
•Ruby's hero speech to Blake is the same as before because it's perfect.
•Weiss walks over to ruin the fun, same as before.
•The end.
#The Emerald Forest arc
•Ren and Nora are introduced to us basically the same way they were in vanilla rwby, but this time the reason why Nora is so excited is because she and Ren started dating each other the moment they set foot in Beacon.
•Ruby and Yang are having their little conversation but this time Yang stresses to Ruby that if she wants to be a "normal girl" so badly, then maybe she should make friends like a "normal girl".
•Weiss and Pyrrha have their little conversation, but a thousand times more gay (Weiss is shy and blushing)
•"This will be perfect! The smartest girl from Atlas combined with the strongest girl from Argus! Together we will be unstoppable! I can see it now! We'll be school celebrities! We'll get perfect grades! Nothing can come between us now!"
•Jaune comes between them.
•Pyrrha pushes Weiss out of the way so she can talk to Jaune (she wants to peg him so badly).
•Jaune ignores Pyrrha to help Weiss off the ground.
•Weiss knocks Jaune over and then goes right back to Pyrrha. Perfect love triangle!
•"Pyrrha, quick! I need to take you to the school nurse for that muscle spasm you just had!" (Weiss then grabs on Pyrrha's arm and tries to move her) "Oh wow, you are really buff." "I know."
•"Weiss!" (Jaune screams as he hops to his feet) "stop looking at at her... and look at me!"
•"1, why would I want to do that? 2, Jaune is it, do you have any idea who Pyrrha is?" "Nope." "Pyrrha Nikos, graduates top of her class at Sanctum?" "At where?" "Pyrrha Nikos, winner of the Mistral Region Tournaments ten times in a row, a new record!" "Dosen't ring any bells." "SHE'S ON FRONT OF EVERY PUMPKIN PETE'S MARSHMELLOW FLAKES BOX!!!" "That was you!"
•The three of them go back to arguing about teams. Weiss dosen't want herself (or Pyrrha) to be stuck on a team with Jaune, Pyrrha thinks would be an amazing teamate (just saying that to tease him), Jaune gets weird with Weiss and Pyrrha spears him to the wall.
•Ruby and Yang pick him up and everyone goes to the launch pads.
•Ozpin gives his little speech along with his "your teamate will be the first person you make eye contact with" surpise.
•Jaune dosen't know what a landing strategy is gag.
•LANDING STRATEGIES SEQUENCE
•The Ice queendom scene where creepy music plays when Pyrrha finds Jaune is used ("I have you now, my pretty Jaune!")
•Ruby runs for a bit before running into Weiss. Weiss turns and walks away, so Ruby follows her because they are supposed to be teammates now.
•Weiss talks her stuff about Ruby slowing her down, so Ruby pops up in front of her, Weiss asks how, and Ruby goes "It's my semblance, Rose Red! ~and I named it myself~"
•Ruby gives her little speech about she's going to change Weiss' mind about her and she runs off to kill some Grimm, leaving Weiss alone when a pack of Beowolves corner her.
•Yang's fight with the two bears + partnership with Blake goes the exact same way, but this time she blushes when Blake saves her.
•Cut back to Weiss, in her internal monolouge she plans to use Burn Dust to one shot the Beowolf in front of her and then use Wash Dust to create steam from the fire to make a quick get away. Then Ruby pops up in front of her. Weiss wastes her Dust on the wrong target, and then drags Ruby out of there because this time there are like 30 Beowolves (Ruby could still take them, but not without wasting all her Aura).
•Ruby and Weiss have their same argument but from the Ice queendom version.
•Cut back to Jaune and Pyrrha, Jaune runs into a branch and Pyrrha asks to check him for injuries. Jaune replies that he's never been cut in his life, even when he tried to give himself cut eyebrows using his sword and accidentally touched his eyeball with the blade. Pyrrha finds that highly unusual, and pulls out her Scroll to scan Jaune.
•"Jaune, your AP levels have a max of 3,000! Do you know what this means?" "Oh no... I'm going to die!!! Wait, I thought a lot of Aura points were a good thing?" "Jaune, you have more Aura than me." (as Pyrrha says this, she rests a hand on Jaune's shoulder and gives him a bittersweet stare).
•The Ren vs the King Taijitu fight is it's own stand alone scene. Completely unchanged otherwise. Boop included.
•Glynda informs Ozpin that the last partnership has been formed and, unlike last year, there have been zero casualties so far. She then goes on to talk about how "strange" this freshman year has been, one celebrity student by themselves would have been rare, but several (Pyrrha, Weiss, Ruby to an extent, Cardin, unamed shadow people) from different kingdoms all in one place is a little... sus. Ozpin then asks if Glynda is questioning him, and she responds that his plan was to make his perfect "team JNPR" but now there are characters that could give even Pyrrha a run for her money that "just so happened" to turn up at their school. Ozpin admits that even he found it a bit "off" that Weiss Schnee went to their school instead of Atlas or Haven, but now that they have her they may as well use her and students like her for their goals. (Shady Ozpin real???).
•The second Ruby v Weiss argument, Ice queendom version.
•Blake and Yang find the temple with the relics and banter. With extra gay.
•Jaune and Pyrrha wonder into a cave that they believe is the temple because it has strange markings on the walls (note: the markings are simplified versions of Salem's eye emblem). Jaune finds the relic, the relic is the glowing tip of a Deathstalkers stinger tail. Run away time!
•Cut to Ruby and Weiss, who are riding on a Nevermore because Ruby thought it would it would be the fastest way to escape the forest fire Weiss created after they wondered around in circles for an hour. Ruby decides that they should jump. Weiss dosen't.
•Ruby jumps and falls from the Nevermore's back. Before she can hit the ground, Jaune rams into her from the side and they both safely land in a tree.
•Blake: "... did your sister just fall from the sky?" "I-"
•Before Yang can finish, Nora rides in on an Ursa with an exhausted Ren behind her. Nora picks up the golden rook and does her queen of the castle thing before Ren shouts at her.
•"... did that girl just ride in on an Ursa?" "I-"
•Before Yang can finish, Pyrrha calls out Jaune's name while being chased by the elder Deathstalker grimm that they woke up. The grimm then swats Pyrrha away, and she lands next to the gang.
•"Did she just run all the way here with a Death Stalker on her tail?" (Yang uses her semblance while getting angry, which causes Blake to looked shocked and to take a step back) "I can't take it anymore! Can people stop falling on us for two seconds before another grimm shows up!"
•Two seconds
•The Nevermore carrying Weiss shows up. Weiss decides to let go and falls down. Jaune catches her, realizes he still dosen't have a landing strategy, and they both fall down. Jaune breaks Weiss' fall.
•"Great! The gang's all here! Now we can die together!" "Not if I can help it!", Ruby says before getting knocked out after trying to 1v1 a Deathstalker (ooh that v5 quote makes me mad).
•Ruby then tries to use her semblance to escape, but the elder Nevermore catches her cape with its feather shot. Weiss then saves her at the last second. They then have their little heart to heart that starts Weiss character arc of becoming nicer.
•Tactics time: Ruby states that their objective is to grab the relics and go to the cliff. However, because the two elder grimm keep chasing them, they most likely will have to fight them anyway. So the plan is to get as close to the cliffs as possible before fighting them so they still have the chance to escape (or hopefully be rescued by Ozpin) when they get beat up by the grimm (emphasis on the fact that the grimm are super old which is why they are so dangerous, by themselves none of these guys could kill them except maybe Weiss if she dumped all of her Dust onto them).
•"Run and try to live - that's an idea I can get behind!"
•EPIC FIGHT SCENE
•RED LIKE ROSES FILLS MY HEAD WITH DREAMS AND IT FINDS ME ALWAYS CLOSER TO THE EMPTYNESS AND SADNESS THAT HAS COME TO TAKE THE PLACE OF YOU (Note: this song is Ruby's real feelings underneath her facade of cheerfulness in this AU).
•New teams ceremony, Cardin and his gang are team CRDL, led by Cardin Winchester (throw in a smug smile on Cardin's face here).
•Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren are team JNPR, led by... Jaune Arc (throw in a surpised pikachu face from Glynda because Ozpin's original plan was to make Pyrrha team leader).
•And finnaly, Blake, Ruby, Weiss, Yang become team RWBY led by Ruby Rose (Weiss still gets pissy, Yang hugs Ruby, Blake has a little smile).
•The Roman scene at the end of the episode is left completely unchanged.
•The end.
#The Badge and the Burden arc
•The girls set up bunkbeds! (Unchanged from vanilla rwby)
•and they + JNPR are still late to class.
•First class: Grimm studies by Prof. Port
•Because today is the first day of class, Port goes over the basics of the Grimm: monsters that supposedly feed off the negative emotions of human beings (he dosen't mention Faunus cuz he's a bitch) by eating them. They infest every corner of the world, but their numbers are greatest towards Iaptus, the land in the west. There is real evidence that grimm can starve to death if they don't eat humans, but otherwise they are immortal and heal from non-lethal injuries which is super bad because they get smarter as they age and new ones keep spawning at consistent rates. It is known that there are billions more grimm than humans... "and Faunus too, I guess." (Blake side eye in the background).
•" Yes, our planet is absolutely teeming with Grimm that would love nothing more than to tear humans to pieces! And that's where we come in. Huntsmen! Huntresses...(sexually harasses a 17 year old brown girl) Individuals who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves! From what, you ask? Why, the very world!"
•It is an extremely entry level course to the point of being elementry school level. In the background, Weiss and Jaune and Ren are taking as many notes as possible, Blake and Yang and Pyrrha aren't writing anything down because they already know this, Nora is making heart eyes at her boyfriend, and Ruby is goofing off (this is why she didn't get good grades at Signal).
•Port starts going on a vauge, probably sexist and racist rant about a story he made up to make himself look good before asking which among his students is true Huntsman like and Weiss raises her hand.
•When Weiss raises her hand, the shadow people start whispering like "Weiss Schnee's in this class!" "I heard she has a special semblance!" "I WANT HER TO SIGN MY FOREHEAD!!!"
•Port then asks Weiss to step up to the front so she can face her opponent: a caged and very hungry Boarbotusk.
•The fight is the same as before, Ruby gives Weiss good ideas to fight the grimm that Weiss shoots down because she wants to prove herself as a better huntress than Ruby even though she is not team leader. (Note: I don't have a good place to shoehorn this in, but the different colors Weiss' glyphs have are from her combining them with Dust. White = Breeze Dust, Black = Gravity Dust, Blue = Freeze Dust, etc.) Weiss then uses one of Ruby's ideas and kills the grimm. Ruby tries to talk to Weiss, but she pushes her away.
•Plot Twist: it's time for the next class of the day which is sparing by Glynda Goodwitch!
•Glynda admits to her students that there other classes were probably very dull (oh the irony) so instead of boring them with a lecture, she will give anyone willing the chance to blow off some steam.
•Weiss jumps up immediately and volunteers, making an angry face the whole time.
•Glynda accepts and then asks Weiss to either choose a sparing partner or to wait for someone to volunteer. Weiss prepares to point at Ruby... "I volunteer!" (Yang says as she suddenly stands up).
•"Yang, what are you doing?! She's mad at me!" (Ruby pleads to her sister). "I could take her, if you two want me." (Blake offers to Yang while grabbing her weapon). "Thanks Blake, and no. If Weiss wants someone to be mad at so badly, then she can be mad at me. Sit back and watch, sis." (Yang then struts up to the sparing ring). "Oh boy, oh boy!" (Ruby chants underneath her breath). "Don't worry Ruby, your sister can take this." (Blake comforts Ruby while placing a hand on her shoulder.) "What? I'm not worried about Yang, I'm worried about Weiss!"
•(Weiss stares up at Yang) "What are you doing?". "You pick a fight with Ruby, you pick a fight with me! Whatever is happening between you two, it ends here." (Yang tells Weiss as nicely as possible). "If you girls have a dispute," Glynda commands to them, "then settle it in battle! The match begins now!!!"
•First au exclusive fight: Weiss Vs Yang! The fight is mostly a homage to the White trailer, with Yang taking the role of the knight as a big, strong tank that Weiss "dances" around. Unlike the knight grimm, Yang is a lot faster and she's able to dodge, block, and counter attack a lot of Weiss's moves. At the end of the fight, Weiss tries to freeze Yang using Dust, but then Yang activates her semblance to melt the ice and to knock out Weiss.
•After winning, Yang offers Weiss a hand but that's when she realizes that Weiss has been crying. Before she can consult her, Weiss slaps her hand away and runs out the class room, wiping her tears away. Glynda dismisses the class, and then gives everyone an essay homework to write before she walks out the door.
•Cut to Ruby wandering the halls by herself where she encounters Ozpin. They then have the same conversation they had from vanilla rwby.
•After that scene, Weiss is standing by herself at the balcony when Glynda shows up, who was looking for her. Weiss then asks Glynda if she can transfer herself to a different team, seeing that her current team mates "don't like me". Glynda tells Weiss that freshmen huntsman teams not liking each other is common, and if she can't handle that then maybe she should go back to her singing carrer. "I don't want to sing!" (Weiss screams). "Hmm, well maybe you should tell that to your father instead of yelling at me?" (Glynda returns). "Im sorry prof. Glynda. My father... wouldn't listen to me. He dosen't listen to anyone." "And pray tell, miss Schnee, what would your father do in your situation?". "Hehe, he would demand to the next teacher he could find to switch teams immediately and... oh no." "I see you finnaly realized your error, miss Schnee. Now, if you hurry along there is still time to fix it." (Weiss gets ready to leave, but then turns back.) "Thank you, prof. Glynda."
•The ending is the vanilla rwby scene where Weiss and Ruby bond again, but this time with scenes of Yang and Blake still awake and listening to the conversation. Yang smiles when the two girls make up, but the last shot of the arc is of Blake's neutral expression turning into a face of raw spite as she gazes at Weiss.
•The end?
#Jaunedice arc
•The arc begins with an extended version of the fight between Cardin Vs Jaune that starts from the very begining. Cardin charges Jaune who can barely react in time to use his shield. The inital strike creates a small explosion from the Lava Dust crystal in Cardin's mace. Then the camera changes to Jaune's perspective, where Cardin's face is a distored image that looks like grotesque human face grining evily at Jaune. Cardin then repeatedly pounds Jaune into submission, the blonde becoming more scared with each firey blow. Within seconds, Cardin hammers away at Jaune's high Aura and his final hit has enough force that it causes Jaune to roll backwards while letting go of his shield. (Like Tokoyami vs Yaoyorozu but more aggressive, zero moments to breath)
•When the match is finished, Cardin moves to strike again but Glynda uses her semblance to restrain him at the last minuet. She then gives him and his team two hours of detention for attempting to break her rules. This causes Cardin to glare at Jaune, who flinches, before walking back to his team who groan at him returning.
•Glynda then anounces the Vytal festival + tournament that will be coming soon which excites all the students.
•cut to the lunch table scene: Ruby (& an unenthusiastic Weiss) and Pyrrha are sitting next to Jaune who are sitting across from Ren & Nora. Blake sits at the very edge of the table far away everyone else, and Yang sits next to her. (There is the vibe that team JNPR are only friends with Ruby, while Blake is annoyed by them.)
•Nora is telling everyone about a crazy dream she had when Pyrrha tries to bring up the subject of Cardin to Jaune. This puts all eyes (even Blake's) onto him. Jaune tries to deflect, he says his fight was a fluke and he suggests that Cardin must have some type of semblance that scares people and he used that to win. "Really Jaune? A semblance that scares people?" Weiss sarcastically asks. "Yes!!! I could totally feel it over me with my fourth eye or something!!!" "It's third eye, Jaune." Ren sardonically corrects him.
•Ruby then tells Jaune that this isn't just about their sparring match, for the last week Cardin has been bullying Jaune and so far none of the teachers will do anything about it because he's the son a celebrity council member. "Ugh, I hate people that use their parent's fame and fortune as their own personal shield! Good thing none of us are like that, right guys!" Weiss tells the group (Blake side eye. Bombastic Blake side eye.)
•Pyrrha then tells Jaune that if he ever needs help, he can just ask his friends. "Ooh, I know a guy who knows a couple of guys and we could all get togather to break his legs in dark alley in Patch! No one would find out too!!!" Nora offers. "...thanks, Nora? But guys, really, it's fine! Besides, it's not like he's only a jerk to me; he's a jerk to everyone!"
•This is when the gang overhears Cardin and his team bullying Velvet. The upperclassmen has the same look of fear on her face that Jaune had when he spared with Cardin. He is pulling on her rabbit ears harshly while the rest of his team laughs at her and calls her 'grimmspawn'. "Atrocious. I can't stand people like him." Pyrrha states coldly. "He's not the only one..." Blake says while staring daggers at him. "It must be hard to be a Faunus." Yang sadly states.
•Cardin then yanks Velvet's ear again, causing Blake to stand up and begin marching towards him. "Blake stop, you're just going to get in trouble!" Yang pleads to her, but it falls on deaf ears. As Blake coldly marches towards Cardin, all of the shadow people's heads turn towards her.
•"eh?" Cardin turns towards Blake, his hand still gripping Velvet's ear. "What do you want??" Without saying a word, Blake spits in his eye. "AHHH, YOU BITCH!" Cardin screams at Blake, jumping from his seat while letting go of Velvet. The faunus runs towards Blake's side, unable to stand properly from fear.
•Team CRDL surround the two girls. Yang dashes from her seat, but before she can reach Blake-
•"What is going on here?!" Glynda shouts as she marches into the scene. "THIS BII-Er girl spat into my eye!!!" Cardin screams at her. "Miss Belladonna, is this true?" Blake then stares into Glynda's eyes, "I'd do it again." This enrages Glynda. "Prof. Glynda please, Blake didn't start this!" Yang pleads to the teacher. "No excuses Xiao Long!" "She's right!" Ruby says after appearing behind Blake. That's when she realizes that Pyrrha, Nora, Ren, and all of team rwby are by her side. "Prof. Glynda, Blake saw Winchester harassing this girl for being a faunus and acted to defend her. If she deserves to be punished for that, then we all do because we made Blake feel that she had to confront Cardin alone." Weiss argues. Blake's eyes widen as she realizes that humans are defending her.
•"Miss Scaletina, are these claims correct? And I can tell if you are lying." Velvet looks at Blake and smiles, her look of fear completely gone. "Yes, prof Glynda. As an upperclassmen, I should have acted to defend myself sooner, but I was scared. If anyone deserves to be punished, it should be me." Glynda then shakes her head no, and looks at Cardin and his team. "Team CRDL, your two hours detention has been extended to two months and you all are no longer allowed to eat in the cafetaria! 25 years ago, your headmaster helped passed the law that ended anti-faunus segregation and hate crimes, and I will enforce them." Glynda then gets close to Cardin's ear and whispers "And calling your daddy won't make a diference, little boy... he's scared of me too."
•Glynda then escorts team CRDL out of the cafeteria, leaving an awestruck Blake and her friends standing in the middle of a hurricane of rumors and whispers. While Weiss and Pyrrha are both admired, team CRDL are the most popular students at Beacon and being the first ones to take them down has put RBYNR on the social map, whenever they like it or not. As the kids react to the news, Pyrrha finnaly realizes that Jaune is no where to be seen, which is when the camera then pans over to a cowering Jaune just outside the cafeteria doors.
•The next scene is on the roof top of the school at night, where Jaune is standing alone. Pyrrha then appears, saying she was looking all over for Jaune and that he dosen't have to be afraid of Cardin anymore. Jaune says that he knows, and right now he just wants to be left alone. Pyrrha then asks Jaune why did he leave in the first place, which makes Jaune snap at her. He says he isn't "brave, or strong" like her or Ruby. He dosen't have a legacy to live up to like Weiss, and he isn't a natural warrior like Blake or Ren. "I'm nothing." "That's not true Jaune! You-" "Pyrrha the only reason I'm even here is because I cheated my way in!" "... what?" "I trained with my dad for years and I never got better. I took every huntsman exam I could find, and I failed. Even now, I study harder than you and I only get Cs! I... just leave me alone."
•After a few seconds, Pyrrha sorrowfully relents and leaves.
•"I heard everything." An invisible voice calls out to Jaune. Suddenly, Ren materializes from behind him. "It all makes sense now... your lack of skill with your weapons, your lack of a semblance, you cheated your way into Beacon and now your reaping the rewards as our team leader." "Ren I-" "If you don't want me to contact our professors right now and have you expelled, then you will hold your tongue. Tomorrow, you will do exactly as I say if you actually want to be a huntsman. By then, I will have figured out what to do with you..." Ren then turns his back to Jaune, and disappears into darkness, leaving behind a heartbroken Jaune as he collapses to the floor.
•The next scene begins in the Forever Fall forest. Ruby tells her team that it's cool that the teachers at Beacon let them do field assignments with no supervision. The rest of team Rwby then trail behind her as the exit the scene, revealing a solemn NPR standing behind them. "You're being irrational!" an irritated Pyrrha tells Ren. "I'm the only one here that's considering the rational option. Nora and I shouldn't have to find out from spying that our team leader is a fraud." Nora, standing between them, says "Well, Nora thinks that we all had a looong day yesterday so maybe we should all calm down and-"
•Jaune then enters the scene.
•"You don't have to do this Jaune-" "Yes I do Pyrrha. Ren's right, it's not fair that he got into Beacon fair and square while I cheated my way in." Jaune then looks Ren in the eye. "Whatever challenge you have for me, I'm ready." "So it's decided. Your challenge, Jaune Arc, will be a trail by fire. You must defeat me in combat!" Ren then takes his battle stance (but curiously dosen't have his weapons).
•"Uhh, actually I was hoping that maybe you would forgive me if I admitted you were right and-" before Jaune finishes his sentance, Ren palm strikes his chest with enough force to send him flying into a tree. "That was the Force palm technique, Jaune. I trained with the monks of Mistral until I mastered every single Aura technique there was to learn. What have you mastered?"
•The rest of the fight is basically the same as that; Ren ragdolls Jaune while introducing a new Aura technique to the audience (Forcefield technique to block Jaune's sword, Shadow Clone technique to confuse Jaune, Third Eye technique when Jaune throws sand into Ren's eyes) while Jaune only survives because he has a mountain of Aura.
•Team RWBY eventually take notice and rush towards the scene. "Oh no! Whats happening, why is Ren fighting Jaune!!!" Ruby asks Nora. "Oh, Jaune cheated his way into Beacon, which is super illegal by the way, so now my bestest boyfriend for life wants Jaune to beat him in a sparing match to prove he's good enough to be our team leader which me and Pyrrha think is kinda ridiculous but, boys will be boys!" "Oh n- wait what?!" Weiss then pops up, "Jaune cheated his way into Beacon? I thought you had to be smart in order to do that."
•Ren finnaly starts to get exhausted from spamming his Aura techniques (hyperventalating), and he asks Jaune how he's able to keep up being constantly attacked. Jaune then looks up and grins, "Aha, this was my stratagy all along Ren! I knew that you had the lowest AP levels on our team so instead of fighting you, I let you waste your Aura reserves!" "... that... is actually a good plan. You have what it takes to be a huntsman in training." "So does that mean you'll stop beating me!!!" "No!"
•Ren then prepares his next attack, using so much of his Aura shield shifts into his righ hand. Jaune readies his shield. Before Ren can strike, an elder Ursa pops out of the bush behinds him and fells him in one blow.
•"REN!!!" Jaune screams. Nora immediately pounces on the grimm while the rest of the gang engages it. Jaune rushes to Ren's side. "Ren, talk to me!" Ren barely groans at him. Jaune flips Ren over and discovers he has three deep slashs on his back. "No no no, this wasn't supposed to happen!"
•"At last you understand..." a mysterious voice whispers to Jaune, "... what it means to be a huntsman. It was never about defeating darkness, but defending the light. Young man, will you allow your comrad to have his light stolen on this meaningless day? Or will you save him so he can face his destiny? Awaken the light within you, descendant of King Charles of Vale!
•Jaune's eyes then glow a pure golden color as his body is surrounded in the shimmering light of his Aura. As Jaune touches Ren, his Aura regenerates itself completely and heals his wounds.
•Just as Nora finishes pounding the elder Ursa into nothingness is when the rest of the gang realizes that Jaune is glowing. Then he stops and helps Ren to his feet.
•"You, unlocked your semblance?" Ren askes. Jaune nods his head. "... the trial is over. I am honored to have you as our team leader, Jaune." "Thanks Ren... and uhh, guys is it normal to hear voices when you get your semblance, or..."
•"Hear voices, what are you talking about?" Ruby asks Jaune. The rest of the gang is similary confused. "Oh well, guess I'm crazy." Jaune sarcastically says and the rest of the group laughs.
•As the camera zooms out, it changes to a screen on a computer that Ozpin is watching intently.
•The End.
#Black and White arc
•The beggining of the arc is almost entirely the same: team RWBY are following an excited Weiss down the streets of Vale when they happen upon a crime scene. The two detectives investigating wonder aloud if the Dust robbery was by the White Fang, which prompts Weiss to call them "an awful bunch of degenerates!". This prompts Blake to shoot back at her, which Weiss is confused by because she can't fathom why anyone would defend them. Small change, when Weiss accuses the WF of wanting to Genocide Humanity, Blake directly tells her they don't.
•Ruby then changes the subject and suggests that "that crook I tried to bust before I got into Beacon" (Roman Torchwick) is most likely behind the robbery since it matches his last crime perfectly. "That still doesn't change the fact that the White Fang are a bunch of scum. (to Blake's growing anger) Faunus like them give good ones like Velvet a bad name. In fact, they push Faunus rights back decades!" Yang then tries to interject but-
•MY SUNSHINNNNE- ahem, the gang overhears a group of sailors chasing after a stowaway monkey Faunus. The Detectives then give chase, which causes the stray to sprint away at full speed. As he passes team RWBY, he looks Blake in the eyes and winks at her mischiveously, which causes Blake to blush.
•"Quick! He's our only lead on the robbery, we have to catch him!" Weiss states as she practically drags her team with her as she chases the stray. When they turn the corner, she realizes that he's completely out of sight. "No, he got away!" "Uhh... Weiss?" (Yang points strangely at the girl underneath her teammate)
•Penny time! Again, her introduction is pretty much one to one with vanilla rwby.
•And then argument time. Again, basically the same, but Weiss says she is Blake's friend instead of just her teammate.
•This is not a change, but during the transition between the street and Vale the implication is that Weiss and Blake had been arguing all day.
•" I don't understand why this is causing such a problem!" "That is the problem!" "You realize you are defending an organization that hates Humanity, don't you? The Faunus of the White Fang are pure evil!" "There's no such thing as pure evil! Why do you think they hate Humanity so much? It's because of people like Cardin, people like you, that force the White Fang to take such drastic measures!" "People like me?" "You're discriminatory!"
•"I'm a victim!" (Silence as the two girls stare at each other. Ruby and Yang both stand in the middle, unsure of what to do.) "You want to know why I despise the White Fang? Why I don't particularly trust some Faunus? It's because they've been at war with my family for years. War, as in actual bloodshed. My grandfather's company has had a target painted across its back for as long as I can remember. And ever since I was a child, I've watched family friends disappear; board members executed; an entire train car full of Dust, stolen. And every day, my father would come home, furious. And that made for a very difficult childhood." Ruby then interjects "Weiss, she di-"
•"No!" Weiss thenturns away and walks back over to Blake "You want to know why I despise the White Fang? It's because they're a bunch of liars, thieves, and murderers!" "Well maybe we were just tired of being pushed around!" Blake backhand slaps Weiss hard enough to knock her onto the floor. Silence drops down on the scene again. Ruby and Yang both stare at Blake with heartbroken faces. "I... I..." Blake dashes out the door.
•Blake runs until she's at the statue Beacon's courtyard. She then unties her bow, revealing her cat ears.
•"I knew you would look better without the bow." Blake then looks up an sees Sun hanging off the statue.
•The next day, RWY are in Beacon's courtyard looking for signs of Blake. "Blake's a Fang assassin, what we should be doing is alert headmaster Ozpin." "Weiss, come on. She's one of our friends." "Is she? We all heard what she said!" "Weiss." Ruby sternly looks at her. Yang then starts up again "Maybe she is, maybe she isn't. Either way, she's missing, and we need to find her!" Weiss then mutters underneath her breath, "An assassin set to kill me, right underneath our noses..." Ruby then talks to herself, praying to the God of Light that Blake is ok.
•The scene then changes to Blake and Sun sitting outside a teashop, Blake asking Sun if he wanted to know more about her and Sun nods.
•"Sun... Are you familiar with the White Fang?" "Of course! I don't think there's a Faunus on the planet who hasn't heard of them. Stupid, holier-than-thou creeps that use force to get whatever they want. Bunch of freaks, if you ask me!" "I'm the daughter of the White Fang's founder, Ghira Bête."
•Sun then spits out his tea. "Wait a minute, you're Blake Bête?!"
•"That's right. The so called princess of the White Fang is me. Once upon a time, I used to live life like a princess too... Back then, things were different. In the ashes of war, the White Fang was meant to be a symbol of peace and unity between Humans and the Faunus. Of course, despite being promised equality, the Faunus were subjected to discrimination and hate. Humanity still thought of us as lesser beings. And so, the White Fang rose up as a voice of our people. And I was there. I was at the front of every rally. I took part in every boycott. I actually thought we were making a difference. But I was just a youthful optimist. Then, five years ago, my father was assassinated. Right at one of his rallies. I had the front row seat. That... broke us. Our new leader, my foster mother Sienna Khan, didn't want peace or unity. She wanted respect, and she wanted revenge. I wanted revenge too, at the time. She helped me find the men that murdered my father, and I ended them. I thought that with the heads of Natural Order finally gone, the Fang would go back to normal. I was wrong. So, I left. I decided I no longer wanted to use my skills to aid in their violence, and instead, I would dedicate my life to becoming a Huntress. So here I am: a fugitive hiding in plain view, all with the help of a little black bow."
•Sun then asks if Blake has told any of this to her friends, and she lowers her head.
•cut back to Ruby, Weiss, and Yang serching the streets for Blake. Dialouge is completely unchanged. The girls then run into Penny again. Again, dialouge is the same but "teammate" is replaced with "friend".
•cut back to Blake and Sun. Blake affirms that the White Fang most likely are not behind the Dust robberies. Sun then uses his junior detective skills to deduce that the the only way to prove that the Fang are innocent is to go where they might be and not find them their. He then drops that a Schnee Dust shipment is coming at the docks, so Blake decides they should do a stake-out.
•Yang comes out of a shop with Weiss, waving to the person inside, "Thanks anyways! This is hopeless." She then looks at Weiss, who is looking around nonchalantly, "And you're the reason she left and you don't even care! What's wrong with you!" "Me?" "Yes, you! First you picked a fight with my little sister, and now you pushed Blake away! And just when I thought you were becoming nicer!!" Yang then marches off in a huff, leaving Weiss to alone to think.
•Ruby and Penny then have their little convo about Blake.
•Blake is hiding on a roof top when Sun suddenly jumps up. He then presents her some stolen food, since she has been up there for hours. "Do you always break the law without giving a second thought?" "Hey, weren't you a terrorist of something?" (Blake angry face) "Ok, too soon!"
•Just then, a bullhead airship lands and White Fang members walk out. Blake is saddened. Then-
•"Hey! What's the holdup!? We're not exactly the most inconspicuous bunch of thieves at the moment, so why don't you grimmspawn try to pick up the pace?" Roman Torchwick then walks out the Bullhead, hurling slurs at Fang soldiers while they grin and bear it.
•Blake can't stand the sight of it.
•"Hey, what are you-" before Sun can finish, Blake jumps down from the rooftop, rolls, and apprehends Torchwick as fast as possible. She then demands to know why the Fang are aiding a racist scum bag like Torchwick, and he enlightens her that "we're on a joint buisness venture!" Torchwick then blasts the ground under his feet, dazing Blake.
•BLAKE AND SUN VS ROMAN TORCHWICK
•GUN-CHUCKS!!!
•Ruby then finnaly arrives on the scene, knocking out a few White Fang soldiers before being blasted by Torchwick.
•P.E.N.N.Y. IS COMBAT READY!!!!!!!!!!
•Roman is eventually forced to flee. Yang and Weiss finnaly come, along with the local police.
•"Look Weiss, it's not what you think, she explained the whole thing. See, she doesn't actually have a bow, she has kitty ears and they're actually kind of cute..." Weiss ignores her and squares off with Blake. She calmly looks her down, "Weiss, I want you to know that I'm sorry for hurting you. Back when I was with the-" "Stop! Do you have any idea of how long we've been searching for you? Twelve hours. That means I've had twelve hours to think about this. And in that twelve hours, I've decided... I don't care."
•"You don't care?"
•"You're not one of them anymore, right?"
•"No, I-I haven't been in a while but Weiss my-"
•"Ah-bahp-bahp-bahp! I don't want to hear it. All I want to know is that the next time something this big comes up... you'll come to your teammates. And not some... Someone else."
•Blake wipes tears from her eyes as she says "Of course." "Yeah! Team RWBY is back together!" Ruby cheers! Weiss then points a finger at Sun "I'm still not quite sure about how I feel about you!" Sun the looks back to Blake, "Your teammate is Weiss Schnee!!!" and he collapses.
•"He-Hey, wait a minute... Where's Penny?y, wait a minute... Where's Penny?" The camera then pans to black car with Penny in the back. She is being repremanded compromising herself, to which she apolgizes. The figure then places a comforting, white gloved hand Penny's shoulder.
•Cut to Ozpin, who is in his control room (the same room he was in during the Jaundice arc) watching the fight on one of his security cameras. He then gets a notification on his scroll from Qrow and pulls it out. The message is entirely emojis (something like 🐈⬛🟰👸🏻), but Ozpin understands that it means Blake Belladonna was Blake Bête the whole time. Ozpin shifts his glasses in response.
•After credits scene: Roman's bullhead flies over a grimm infested forest and lands in an abandoned building in mountain Glenn. As he gets off the ship, he is greeted by slow clapping from a mysterious woman standing behind a corner. "Bravo, Roman. Your little fiasco has angered my friend, Corsac Albain. We expected... more, from you." "Hey! You were the ones who suggested working with those stupid mutts!"
•The woman in red then lights a fire in her hands, revealing herself as Cinder Fall. Behind her are Mercury and Emerald... and a very large Beowolf nuzzling itself against Cinder.
•"And you will continue to do so. We have big plans for you, Roman. All we ask is... a little cooperation." The Beowolf nuzzling Cinder then begins to howl as the scene fades to black. Ending the season.
#*Dies from exhaustion*#... so thats why people normally release these things in chapters#no beta we die like men#just like CRWBY themselves!#rwde#rwby fix it fic#rwby rewrite#rwby 14#can't think of a better name so I guess that one's sticking#at least it's appropiately esoteric#the 14 stands for “rwby written with ideas from 14 year old me”#rwby au#my favorite part of the rewrite so far is turning Blake into the baddest bitch in all of Renment#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#taiyang xiao long#roman torchwick#glynda goodwitch#professor ozpin#ozpin#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#peter port#cardin winchester#rwby sun wukong#penny polendina
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Deaged Oz AU - The Cardin Incident
For @maskyartist, this is what happens when Tip gets angry and doesn't have to protect others.
"Hey, kid!" A sneering voice echoed through the corridor. Tip sighed and resolved himself to just ignoring Cardin Winchester. Again. For some reason, the young man had decided that he made a good target, but it was better just to ignore bullies than to respond to them. Especially those like Cardin.
"You deaf as well as crippled?" Cardin asked, stalking closer to where Tip was walking, looming over the smaller figure in what he fondly hoped was menace.
Tip said nothing, just continuing to limp down the corridor. Hopefully he'd go away soon, it was late and he was really tired. It had been another long council meeting and he just wanted to go to bed. He couldn't quite suppress a yawn, which just seemed to enrage Cardin even more and... really? This young man was just a few short months short of graduating, surely he should have learned better by now?
"I said, are you deaf as well as crippled, you waste of space?" Cardn sneered out. "Why are you even here, do you really believe any academy would let something like you in? You're pathetic, just as bad as the Faunus trash! You should have fallen off the edge."
Tip couldn't quite suppress a flinch at that and Cardin's eyes lit up.
"What, scared to think about it? If I was there, I'd've dropped you over myself. You and all the other wastes that came in from Mantle." He reached out a hand and shoved Tip, hard. Tip let out a cry of shock as he impacted a wall, his aura flaring briefly to keep him from any real damage.
He levered himself back to his feet, turning wide, furious eyes on Cardin with a snarl. He had tried, had suppressed and suppressed and suppressed his anger, but he couldn't do it anymore. He suspected that, even as an adult, what Cardin stated might have pushed him over the brink of his rage, but as it was.
"THEY WERE MY FRIENDS!" He screamed at Cardin, face getting redder as he relaxed into the unfamiliar feeling. "Do you even know what a friend is?" In the haze, he only realised that he'd drawn his weapon after it was already in his hands, taking an automatically defensive position and glaring up at Cardin. If looks could kill...
"Aww, touched a nerve did I, little cripple? At least you can take a hit, so I'll try to leave enough of you left to mail home to your parents. Oh, that's right... you probably don't even have any."
Tip roared again and brandished The Long Memory, too, taking comfort in its weight in his other hand. Dual wielding wasn't his favorite means of fighting, however under the circumstances it felt oddly fitting and he hated to think what might happen if Cardin got his hands on the ancient weapon.
The fight would have been short and brutal, but a body inserted themselves between the pair, drawing Tip behind her. Tip blinked up at Velvet in surprise, he hadn't really expected to see her there, after all, team CFVY were mostly away on missions. The rage still bubbled just under his skin like his blood was actually boiling, so this was what it felt like to be this angry? He couldn't say he enjoyed the experience. He really, really needed to hit something right now but that something was definitely not going to be Miss Scarlatina. He shifted just enough to be in line with the wall he had impacted earlier and punched it. It didn't really make him feel any better.
"Aww, baby throwing a tantrum because the Faunus bitch had to swoop in and save you? Freaks should stick together, after all."
"What did you just say?" A dangerously quiet voice hissed from behind him as the edge of Coco Adel stalked into view. "What did you just say, Winchester?"
"And now you needed to ruin it too? I was just going to teach the little cripple a lesson, Adel. Why did you two have to ruin it?"
"I think that we'll be the ones teaching the lessons, Cardin. Bunny, can you look after the kid while I educate this piece of trash?" Not taking no for an answer, she grabbed Cardin by the arm and started to drag him outside, the boy protesting the entire way.
Velvet turned to Tip, looking concerned.
"I'm sorry about him. I'm Velvet by the way, I hope he didn't hurt you?"
"Nothing my aura couldn't handle." Tip said softly, trembling now as his anger drained away. "Thank you, Miss Scarlatina, though I could have handled myself. You didn't need to interfere."
"Two things, kid. One, you're a child, as a Huntress I'm supposed to protect those that can't defend themselves and Cardin is over a foot taller than you. And two... how do you know my surname?"
Tip flushed, not fully having realised that he'd slipped up.
"About that, I... I am not precisely a child."
"Wait, really?" Velvet looked him up and down for a second, one eyebrow raised. "You could have fooled me, kid. You're what, ten?"
"Twelve. Physically at least, I knew you before, though."
"Before what?" She looked suspicious, but there was something strange building in her eyes as she took another look at the boy.
"Before I was a child. I knew you at Beacon, you see."
"Beacon? But... wait. Are you implying that..."
"You knew me as Professor Ozpin, I'm afraid. Wintertip Pine as I currently am. Would it be possible to set up a meeting between myself and your team at some point? There are things we will need to discuss."
Velvet just stared as a visibly satisfied Coco returned. "Professor Goodwitch saw our fight. She's having... words... with Cardin now. I don't think it's likely to end well."
Tip winced slightly at that, since although Glynda was still very angry with him, he was aware that a cursory description of the boy Cardin was attempting to bully would be more than enough to identify him. He rather feared than Miss Adel may just have rather understated Cardin's position. Normally he'd feel bad about it, but... no. Not today.
Coco grinned over at Tip, looking a bit surprised that he was still there. "Oh, hey, kid. I'm so sorry about him, I promise he doesn't represent all of us, most hunters are really nice people. Are you here to visit family, or something?"
"Not precisely, no. Hello, Miss Adel." Coco blinked down at him, eyes landing on The Long Memory and narrowing in thought.
"Let me guess, you're Professor Ozpin and there was magic involved?" her voice was flat even as Tip gaped at her for a second in surprise.
"Well, yes. I was attempting to set up a meeting later..."
"Later. Not now, I don't think I could deal with this right now. Come on, Bunny. Uh, you have our contact details?"
"I do" Tip nodded, smiling back at her. "I will see you later, then, but yes, magic was involved."
"Uh huh, of course it was..." Coco and Velvet walked away, looking dazed as Tip let himself yawn again, noting just how badly he was trembling now. He had actually thrown a tantrum, hadn't he? he blushed, mortified. He wasn't actually a child, there had been no excuse for that at all. Ah well, best not to tell anyone about it. He glanced over at the wall he had punched and winced at the slight indentation from one small fist. Hopefully they'd think it was due to someone else?
#deaged oz au#ozpin#he smol#professor ozpin#headmaster ozpin#rwby ozpin#cardin winchester#team cfvy#velvet scarlatina#coco adel
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The Greatest International Love Story the World Has Ever Seen - MalMuses - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Dean wasn’t the type of person who did this kind of thing. He just wasn’t. GISH?? Ugh. The whole thing was just further proof that Dean would do anything his brother wanted him to do. Why else would he be in a Stormtrooper costume, calling up his ex-girlfriend for a private yoga class? Had he been stuck in a rut that long? Given that he’d been pining for the same freakin’ guy, his professor and coworker no less, for three long years… maybe.
Cas was definitely the type of person who did this kind of thing, not that many people knew that. He was one of the most well-respected professors at KSU. His students and coworkers didn’t need to know that he was captain of a GISH team, or that he knitted kinky accessories and made art with his online friends. His TA certainly didn’t need to know either. Just professionalism, of course. Nothing at all to do with the failed attempt at a relationship, three years of pining, and frequent inappropriate daydreams.
A two-person love triangle with online friendships, costumes, and a lot of glitter.
#fic rec#destiel#miscommunication#two person love triangle#cosplay#professor cas#college au#dean winchester uses his words#eventually
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Ozpin: Try to see things from my point of view.
Cardin: I’m trying, but I can’t get my head that far up my own ass.
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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸
there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.
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day one | sore
stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage
day two | don't smile
steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink
day three | stuffed
devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole
day four | a little fashion show
best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie
day five | stay still
peter parker + bondage
day six | hold up, let me record this
jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape
day seven | the palace guards
guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship
day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them
mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism
day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut
tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie
day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you
poe dameron + somno thigh fucking
day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself
matt murdock + secret office sex
day twelve | nothing more than a toy
rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with
day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me
boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex
day fourteen | open your fucking mouth
dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink
day fifteen | tiny
miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference
day sixteen | the wall between us
cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding
day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me
spencer reid + aftercare
day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows
brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping
day nineteen | ring ring
sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating
day twenty | window
perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism
day twenty-one | say yes
fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness
day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that
bucky barnes + anal
day twenty-three | double check
dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation
day twenty-four | maroon
vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink
day twenty-five | i want you
pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment
day twenty-six | teamwork
pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang
day twenty-seven | my little flower
din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming
day twenty-eight | hysteria
doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine
day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight
werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking
day thirty | magical mimic
eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation
day thirty-one | you can’t put it in
stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob
© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble
#lea’s writing#kinktober 2023#steve harrington smut#eddie munson smut#bucky barnes smut#steve rogers smut#peter parker smut#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o’hara smut#din djarin smut#poe dameron smut#spencer reid smut#remus lupin smut#sirius black smut#james potter smut#bruce wayne smut#joel miller smut#tommy shelby smut#matt murdock smut#billy russo smut#rafe cameron smut#the darkling smut#ben solo smut#jj maybank smut#stiles stilinski smut#pietro maximoff smut#sam wilson smut#sam winchester smut#dean winchester smut
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To make you feel my love drabble
Arianne had clutched her books tighter to her chest and mumbled a good-bye before leaving the room, leaving a soft cloud of the sweetest smelling perfume in her wake. She was innocent as could be. Dean thought back to that morning in the common, watching her with Castiel, who just smirked at him.
"Is this you accepting my challenge?" He'd asked, his eyes sparkling with humor. He didn't say anything, the man knew him well enough to know he wouldn't answer his question.
He couldn't remember when he'd first noticed Arianne, but she was always there, bright and pure and dripping with sweetness and innocence. But she wasn't doing as well in class, and he thought of tucking her under his wing, slowly taking all of her innocence, to taste that sweetness he was sure she tasted like.
But he'd gotten distracted. There were other students in his class willing to do whatever it took to get good grades. He wasn't surprised to hear she didn't like Emmy. Emmy had shown up to class on the first day in her short skirts and low cut tops and was very persistent in their arrangement.
He'd been fucking her for the greater part of the semester, but he kept getting distracted by Arianne. He was getting tired of the sexy and demanding Emmy. The more days went by, the more he realized he was ready for something else. He was ready for soft and sweet. He was ready for a family, that he already knew.
It was finally time to show Arianne that she belonged to him. That her future was right in front of her. Dean was ready to settle down. He'd finally found the perfect woman to be Mrs. Winchester. Now he had to convince her that he was her destiny. But whether or not she believed him didn't matter. She was his, and he'd make sure she didn't get away.
#dark!professor Dean Winchester#professor au#professor Castiel#dean winchester#there will be smut#still a work in progress#castiel#just a teaser for what I'm working on right now
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Professor!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 3268
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ taboo au + dark academia + “I can see how badly you want this, so I'm going to make sure you get it.”
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ I’ve loved this man literally since I was thirteen…so it’s inevitable that I’d be writing something absolutely fucking filthy for him in my twenties…
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact), gaps in age and power, mutual masturbation, little bit of panty sniffing, a singular use of Y/N (I'm sorry, I hate it too but it was necessary), usage of pet names (sweetheart), general manipulation, slight praise kink, obvious disclaimer: the dynamic in this fic is just that, fictional, and should not be practiced in real life!! let me know if any other warnings are needed!!
(mdni banner template credit goes to @cafekitsune!!)
You’d rarely had luck receiving any sort of grace from your professors. Sure, there were a select few that only wanted to see you succeed. However, more often than not you seemed to encounter sadists who decided to take their kinks out on exhausted college students. But you were convinced that Professor Winchester wouldn’t be like that.
For starters, he’d always been challenging but never malicious. Despite the fact that you’d registered for his Norse Mythology course with the assumption that it would be easy college credits, you quickly learned that his assignments were difficult. Every week there seemed to be about a hundred pages worth of reading, frequent essays, and an emphasis on class discussion.
Oh, did he love those class discussions. While most were less than enthusiastic to contribute to lengthy examinations of Eddic poetry at eight in the morning, Professor Winchester seemed to be none the wiser of this.
He was always squinting over his thin wire framed glasses, surveying the class. He’d stand at his desk, brushing his long hair behind his ear while looking over papers. When he’d listen he’d purse his lips and tilt his head, expression rife with genuine interest. In all of these moments, he was the most gorgeous. But more than that, you were fascinated with his mind.
Professor Winchester knew this material like the back of his hand; was able to pull references and quotes from various pieces of literature at the drop of a hat. He was the only professor who could ever give notes that were actually helpful on essays and he’d always been generous with handing out extra credit assignments. Which is what you aimed to obtain on this visit to his office.
You looked through the glass of his office door and saw him inside, working diligently at a dark oak wood desk. Taking a deep breath, you turned the doorknob and entered.
The hinges squeezed but Winchester seemed so fixated on whatever was before him that he only raised a finger, indicating for you to wait. So you did. Awkwardly. You rocked slightly on your heels, your stomach starting to twist in time with the movement. God, he looked like a dream lit by the stained glass banker's lamp as he graded papers.
In another world you could see him coming home from a long day, his body warm behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Smelling like black coffee and pencil shavings, you'd adoringly close your eyes, taking in his scent and ask him how his day went. He'd hum in contentment when resting his chin on your head; you're his rock, his soulmate, the reason he stays sane despite dealing with probably hundreds of students and the frustrating dance of academic bureaucracy.
It's a fantasy that broke the second Winchester glanced up and said with a hint of surprise, "Miss L/N! Come in, have a seat," he nodded towards the chair on the other side of his desk.
Relieved that he can pick you out among the sea of students from his classroom, you move forward until you reach the chair. You set your bag down on the floor and settle into the worn leather of the seat as Winchester eyes you expectantly.
"What can I do for you this afternoon?"
You chew on the inside of your cheek. "Actually, I was hoping that you could help me out with something."
"Oh, what might that be?" he furrowed his brow.
"Um..." you started. "I'm sure you noticed that I didn't do too hot on the last exam."
"Ah, I did," he said simply.
"You did?"
"Yeah, I was surprised, actually." Winchester opened up one of his desk drawers and sorted through some files before pulling out a packet you recognized as the exam you'd taken the week before. "You seem so engaged in class discussion and you've been doing well on everything else. This...this felt rushed. What happened?"
The soft expression of concern on his face only increased your shame. In all honesty, you'd wasted half the exam time away staring at him. He'd worn a red sweater over a cream colored button up that day. Then he'd rolled up the sleeves before handing out the exam papers. It felt stupid to admit that you'd been distracted by his goddamn forearms.
But you had been. You couldn't resist watching him as he'd circled the room, keeping an eye out for cheating. With his arms folded behind his back, you got the best look at the back of him. His long legs clad in khaki. Strong, tanned forearms corded with prominent veins. Shoulder blades pushed back confidently as he walked. Everything about his solid stature had your mind far, far away.
You'd been good at making sure your daydreams wouldn't get the better of you. But this time, before you knew it, Winchester was glancing down at his watch and announcing that you had fifteen minutes left for exam time. You had no choice but to rush through the rest of it, writing down answers that hardly even made sense just to fill in blanks.
Now those answers laid before you, condemning you to a low D– that dragged down your entire grade.
"I honestly couldn't tell you, Professor. I thought I studied enough but I guess not."
Though you'd attempted to laugh off his concern, Winchester obviously wasn't budging. "But these are rookie mistakes. Number fifteen for example. Where do the gods live?"
"Easy. Asgard."
"Right, but here you marked down the answer for Valhalla," he slid the paper around so you could look at the question.
Sure enough, there it was, your frantic pencil marks filling in the bubble for the incorrect answer. Damn.
"And that's just on the multiple choice questions," Winchester continued, flipping through the pages. "You barely followed any of the directions for the long answer questions. Your response to the short essay portion was a paragraph too short. And it was too unfocused."
Unfocused is right, Professor Winchester.
"I hate to say it...but I was a little disappointed."
The sting of tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. So you cleared your throat and blinked them back quickly. Voice trembling, you answered quickly, "I'm sorry, Professor. I wasn't on my game and I thought I'd pay you a visit so I could plead my case. I'm willing to do any kind of extra credit assignment. I don't care how much work it is. I'll do anything to fix my grade because I really want to do well in your class and–"
Winchester raised a hand, urging you to stop. Then he spoke, "Listen, I can see how badly you want this. So I'm going to make sure you get it. Just...let me think."
With that, Winchester rose from his seat and began to gather the papers that littered the surface of his desk. He stacked them neatly before opening a different drawer and laying them inside. After he closed the drawer, he made his way around the desk. You tried not to look at him as he made his way around the room, especially not when you felt his hand brush against the back of your chair. But you couldn't not notice when he drew the shade on his door's window and closed the blinds to his window, leaving the room dim save for the yellow light of his desk lamp.
Once he'd made his round, he returned to his chair and rolled back, leaving a massive gap between himself and the edge of his desk.
Then he did something else you didn't expect.
He patted the wood and said, "Come. Sit on my desk. Let me look at you."
You almost wavered on the direction when he cleared his throat expectantly. That brought you to your feet and compelled you to settle waveringly before him.
With his lips in a tight line, Winchester studied you. He tilted his head every few seconds, letting his eye flicker from your uncertain expression to your body. You sat up a little straighter in an attempt to satisfy his observation of you.
You weren't quite sure what he was doing, but it made you nervous; made you vulnerable in a way you weren't used to.
"I may have one extra credit opportunity that I can offer. Special. Just for you."
"Yeah? What do you want me to do?"
"Well, you can start by spreading your legs."
Your eyes went wide. "Professor Winchester, you're not–"
He cut you off quickly, "First, after office hours, you may call me Sam. Second, I'm not going to touch you. I'm simply asking you to give me a– a presentation," he decided.
"What kind of presentation?" you asked.
Your feigned innocence made the man chuckle softly. "The kind of presentation I'm sure you give in your dormitory bedroom every night."
There wasn't an ounce of jesting on his face, but still you played dumb. "I have no idea what you're referring to, Sam." His name felt foreign yet familiar on your tongue. Probably because you'd whispered it many times before in the exact scenario he'd described.
"I'd hoped you'd tell me the truth about why you were so distracted during your exam. But since you haven't been forthcoming, I guess I have to spell it out for you, haven't I?"
You swallowed hard and blinked nervously.
"You thought I wouldn't notice, did you?" he chuckles again. "It's hard not to notice when one of your students, especially one so beautiful, is practically drooling all over their table."
The scraps of flattery were evidently working on you as Sam smiled when you fiddled with your fingers in your lap as your skin got all warm and tingly. So he kept going.
"Besides, you're too intelligent to do this terribly on something you should've aced. Maybe you wanted to fail it. You wanted to get my attention, didn't you?"
"Oh, no, I wasn't trying to waste your time, I was just–"
"You weren't wasting my time. Wasting your time is continuing this pointless back and forth when you could instead be proving yourself."
"Proving myself?"
"Yes. Spread those legs...and earn your grade," he ordered.
Breathing in and out slowly, you did what you were asked. The knots in your stomach told you this was wrong. But the smile of approval that slowly grew on Sam's lips said that this was exactly what you both needed.
You'd never been more embarrassed to be wearing a skirt. One the fabric pooled around your hips, it only framed the damp patch on your underwear. Perhaps part of you had wanted something like this to happen. Because your pussy was already pulsing after simply being observed behind the cotton curtain that soaked up her anticipation.
"Very good," Sam breathed out.
"What do I do now?" you asked.
"Just...play with her. Show me what you like to do to make her happy."
You nodded, then pursed your lips as you thought. If you were going to present to him...you might as well go all out. So you shifted each of your thighs around, pulling down your underwear until your bare ass was planted on the desk and the garment was caught on one of your ankles. You lifted your left and held it out gently, the panty hanging in the air a little below Sam's face.
"Take them," you said. "Visual aid."
He smirked lazily at the offering before pulling them over your shoe, being careful not to actually touch you. Sam balled them up before bringing them to his nose and slowly breathing in the scent. You could tell he enjoyed it thoroughly as he let out a deep sigh from within his chest.
"With how wet these are...it's good to know you were prepared even for a surprise presentation. I knew there was a reason you're my favorite."
His words went straight to your cunt as a few drops of slick leaked from your hole and landed on the dark wood beneath you.
"Go on," Sam urged, gaze flickering to the drops of you on his desk. "She's waiting. And so am I."
You began to treat yourself with the same level of care as you did when you were alone. One of your hands reached up your shirt and you cupped one of your tits. You kneaded the flesh for a few seconds before focusing on the nipple, pinching it until it pebbled and poked through your shirt. The action made your breathing turn ragged.
You finally let your other hand travel south, bringing warmth to the soft skin of your thighs. Wanting better access to yourself, you pulled your leg up, resting a foot on the desk itself. Then you reclined back and let your fingers roam where they wanted.
Using two fingers, you spread your outer lips, only exposing yourself to Sam’s scrutiny even further. The cool air hitting your most vulnerable part, you shivered as goosebumps erupted across your skin. You looked up at him, gauging his approval of your performance.
“You’re doing so well already, keep going,” he encouraged, hardly concealing the arousal that clung thickly to his tone.
You took the praise with pride. It emboldened you enough to slip your two fingers between your folds to gather up some of the slick. You couldn’t help but feel mortified as you involuntarily gasped when your digits brushed slightly against your clit.
Sam let a quick puff of air out his nose. “Sensitive?”
“Mhmmm,” you whined.
“Bet you can’t even touch that pretty clit directly without crying, huh?”
You nodded.
“Then be gentle. I want you to last for me.”
You took that to mean that he didn’t want you touching yourself there yet. So instead you switched to focusing on your entrance. It wasn’t often that you went straight for penetration. Rarely did it bring the kind of relief you craved.
But you had the feeling that Sam would want to see it; to see your fingers filling yourself up and stretching you out.
With your fingers practically pruning already, you pushed one in ever so slowly. It took a second to adjust to the slight pressure, but still you began to carefully pump. The slick squelch only intensified when you slipped another one in and sped up your movements.
Though the pressure increased and built up tension in your belly, you could already tell it wasn’t going to go anywhere. You bucked your hips pathetically against your own hand, trying to get deep enough to hit your g-spot. But no matter how far you tried to probe, it was useless. Your fingers simply weren’t long enough.
Your eyes went wind, catching sight of something that most likely could reach that spot inside you. While you’d been fucking yourself, your professor had undone the button and the zipper on his pants and slipped himself out. There he sat, your panties in his hand and wrapped around the thick length of his cock. The angry red tip poked up and out of the fabric with each slow thrust. And you could already tell based on how long his strokes were that you’d most likely be able to feel him poking against your belly from inside you. The idea made you moan and throw your head back.
Sam swiftly reprimanded you, “Ah, remember your eye contact. I want you to look at me.”
Shame spread over your body. What the fuck was going on? Were you really fingering yourself on his desk right next to papers that he was surely going to return to students? Was Sam really fisting his own cock with your underwear? And were you actually enjoying this?
“Sweetheart,” Sam’s self control faltered slightly with the name. But it grabbed your attention nonetheless. “I need you to look at me. Let me look into your eyes when you make yourself come on my desk, alright?”
This was about more than fixing your grade. This was about pleasing him…by pleasing yourself. And as you returned his look, you were all in.
Under his watchful, half lidded, hazel eye you allowed yourself to focus on your aching clit which laid in wait like a pearl beneath the hood of skin covering it. Carefully, you pulled that hood back before lightly spreading some of your slick with a finger. You let the skin settle back in place over the sensitive nub before going straight to work.
You began to rub slow circles on the hood and finally properly moaned. It took only a few seconds for the muscle memory of your nightly ritual to kick in as the pleasure started to mount. Finally, all of that pressure in your core had some actual weight to it; a weight that was already beginning to roll in shallow waves over your whole being.
"There you go, sweetheart. Let me hear you loud and clear. Don't wanna miss a single sound from you," Sam groaned and you caught how the grip he had on himself tightened, how his pace quickened.
While rolling your hips against your hand, you pulled up a side of your shirt, exposing even more of yourself to him. Now he could easily see one of your tits rise and fall with your staggered breaths. He could see how the ball of fat dimpled under your fingertips as you squeezed and pulled at your hardened nipple.
Both sources of simulation had you whimpering breathlessly, "Sam, I-I'm so close– Let me come, please?"
Sam glared and asked through gritted teeth, "That's not my name. What do you call me in class?"
"Professor?"
Sam nodded darkly.
You took the cue quickly and begged helplessly, "Please, professor, please let me come–" you were cut off by the sound of your pleasure starting to push you over the edge.
Sam left you teetering, staring right over the border of this boundary. That boundary being an ethical nightmare that you had no clue how you'd navigate. But you wanted to be good for him; you craved his approval.
And thankfully, Sam gave it as he groaned, "There you go, good girl. You can come, you've got permission."
With that, you arched off the desk and burst with glorious clarity. A thin stream of your arousal drooled from your entrance as you rubbed yourself through the enormous implosions and the small aftershocks that followed. Your head was heavy with the fog of pleasure and you wanted to hang it back, give it a break.
But still, you were determined to keep your eyes on him, even as you pulled your fingers away from your trembling cunt and stuck them in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the wrinkled digits, soaking up every bit of yourself that you could.
Any sort of professionalism Sam had been trying to maintain up until that point shattered completely when he rolled his chair forwards. Closer to you now, you looked down into his soft eyes and watched how his normally objective stare went personal; emotional. He looked at you with the kind of admiration that made your heart flutter with pride.
He took his hand, placed it on your knee, and spread your legs further. His touch was so light, so soft that you could help feeling electricity dance along your spine.
"I thought you said you wouldn't touch me?" you whispered, only a hint of a smug smile tugging at your lips.
Choosing his words as carefully as ever, he explained, "That was before I decided that you needed some of my...guidance."
#˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚#hauntedhoedown#haunted hoedown#supernatural#sam winchester#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester x you#sam winchester x y/n#sam winchester smut#sam winchester fanfiction#sam winchester fic
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just felt like letting you know im makin my way through your spn bookmarks on ao3 and its saving my life 💚 do you have an ultimate-nothing-compares destiel faves from the bunch?
YES omg these are the fics that rewired my brain changed my life etc:
And this your living kiss (M, 56k): au where dean is a self deprecating former poet who used to write anonymously under the pen name jack allen. Now he’s finding his way back to loving poetry by taking a class at a college taught by professor novak… only he doesn’t know professor novak happens to be the number one jack allen scholar in the country. Amazing. Inspiring. I’ve reread it several times and it’s probably my favourite fic of all time
The cheapest room in the house (E, 89k): one of those fics whose writing i’m jealous of, it’s mind bogglingly good. And hot. The destiel grindr fic — cas downloads grindr and dean helps him. The rituals are SO intricate. But really, nothing i could say could do justice to how good this is.
Fenario (E, 47k): cas empty rescue fic. Certain paragraphs and scenes are just seared into my brain, amazing writing. I still think about “Cas’s legs give out and he pitches forward, falling the rest of the way into Dean’s lap in a mockery of a pieta” — that’s the point where i knew this fic was gonna become a fave
Right where you left me (E, 93k): cas comes back from the empty but it’s years later. He rings the doorbell and finds dean married. This fic was an event while it was still updating. Supremely well written and with an emotional maturity needed for the theme
Am I a man or am I a muppet (G, 7k): one of the funniest fics i’ve ever read. Dean wakes up as a muppet. Just roll with it! It’s crack, sure, but so good?? This inspired a scene in one of my gomens fics even
Burn this into your brains forever (E, 10k): to me this is an underrated fic for how funny it is. Fake dating between dean and garth but don’t worry, it’s a destiel fic
Half empty (M, 37k): more of a dean study. Reads like you’re dreaming and nothing makes sense. Dean is confused about everything. Kind of a mysterious vibe, excellent writing
There is rest for the wicked (G, 14k): sleepy, domestic dean. The destiel happens so…. Idk. Naturally. It’s a fic that really stays with you for a long time
Ninety one whiskey (E, 401k): one of thee destiel fics of all time. It’s famously a must-read and for good reason. A war fic, so quite heavy and not for everyone. But an absolute experience. I read the last few chapters in bed middle of the night tears streaming down my face. Simply iconic
A winter’s tale (T, 64k): this fic forever changed the way i see cas’ human arc on the show. Not super destiel-y but can be read that way. Again quite heavy. Northernsparrow is an excellent writer.
The dean winchester beat sheet (E, 144k): au where dean is in college and in complete and utter denial about his sexuality. So supremely funny. I will say this dean is not for everyone. But to me he is iconic and i think about certain scenes still. Forever changed the song i want to break free for me.
What has eight tentacles and isn’t allowed to eat pie? (T, 16k): basically uhhhh dean gets turned into an octopus. HEAR ME OUT. This fic will change you fundamentally as a person. It’s funny but also smart. A classic!
Maybe it really is the end (M, 2k): it’s short but there’s not a word out of place. Basically, belphegor taunts dean and cas while in the body of jack. It’s so good and so underrated. I think about it all the time
How a grocer watches dean pull his head out of his ass in seven days (E, 51k): destiel written from an outsider pov, a christian lady who’s easily scandalised and whose narrative voice is SO hilarious. One of the funniest fics i’ve ever read. Fake dating too!
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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 16: Secret Relationship
Perpendicular | @notastupidbird
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 3,691
Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Season/Series 05, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Dead Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Secret Relationship, Sam Winchester Knows, Jealous Sam Winchester (not romantic), Light Angst, Grief/Mourning, Diners, Motel Rooms, POV Sam Winchester
Summary: In the quiet moments of the last days before the lead-up to the Apocalypse, Sam watches his brother fall in love with an angel.
A Driver Worth His Salt | @thefandomsinhalor
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 67,834
Main Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Crimes and Criminal, BAMF Castiel, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Trauma, Pining, Angst,
Summary: Twenty-year-old Dean Winchester hates fixing up stolen cars on the side for Gordon Walker. But with his grandfather’s dry-cleaning business slowly dying, medical bills piling up, and his younger brother Sam abandoning the prospect of attending college because of their grim situation, Dean convinces himself that it isn’t as reckless as it seems. When everything goes belly up, leaving him in a troubling position with the wrong people, a representative of the Garrisons, the city’s most powerful and notorious family, offers Dean to help him with his situation in exchange for his employment. The job is simple: drive the passenger a few times a week to yet-undisclosed locations and return with said passenger without fail. Don’t ask questions. Be on time. Be discreet. And never interact with each other outside of work. Shady, but simple. So, he accepts. But once he meets the passenger in question—the sharply dressed and rough-looking Castiel Novak—Dean finds that abiding those rules may be more complicated than he had anticipated.
Mr Hyde | @Taymarpigeon
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 82,502
Main Tags/Warnings: Professor Castiel (Supernatural), College | University Student Dean Winchester, No Sam Winchester, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - College/University, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, hurt/injury, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Brief Mention of Attempted Sexual Assault (Not Between Dean/Castiel), Age Difference, Pining, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester, Light BDSM, Angst, Fluff, Gratuitous Smut, Voyeurism, Bad Parent Mary Winchester
Summary: Life can hurt you, and it can heal you. Sometimes it will do both those things at once.
For Dean life hasn't been much with the mercy and grace - if you get his meaning - but at twenty-four years old things seem to finally be turning around: he's out from under the shadow of his father, pursuing his dreams by going to university, and getting laid on the regular.
All sounds good right?
Except Dean's got a cock loving skeleton in his closet and an asshole professor tempting that bag of bones beyond reason.
He could say no. He should say no. He could master his desires and walk away, but then... Well, life sometimes hurts as it heals.
#destiel trope collection#destiel trope collection 2024#destiel#fanfic#supernatural#secret relationship
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Mando AU
After saving Cardin in the forest
Pyrrha: Great job ja-
Jaune: You had no right to taint my kill I had it under control
Pyrrha: But your aim was off you wouldn't have killed it and it would have hit you
Jaune: I was going to slash its throat to leave an opening to a follow up i'm not some untrained novice who need protecting especially for someone who only has experience fighting people in tournaments not real fighting and now my kill has no honor
"Is honor really so important when your life is on the line?"
"My life is always on the line, Pyrrha." Jaune stepped closer. "Death is just at the end of it. But my honor is forever."
Pyrrha was about to argue when she suddenly felt herself being pulled away from her leader. Looking to him, he was suspended in place by a strange, purple aura. She looked to the side and saw Professor Goodwitch approaching.
"I think that's enough, you two." The stern woman said. "You classmate is injured, but you're both too arrogant to help anyone but yourselves."
Cardin Winchester was helped to his feet by his team, who had already started bandaging him. He gave them all a snarl, clearly angry at being left behind by them, though he softened a bit when another bandage roll was offered to him.
"Pride is a dangerous emotion, you two." The semblance holding them in place faded and the two best fighters of Team JNPR were freed. "And since that lesson wasn't learned hard enough, I'll see you both in detention tomorrow after classes."
"Yes, Professor Goodwitch." Pyrrha answered. Jaune didn't answer, simply walking past the older woman. Pyrrha was about to chase after him when an arm stopped her. "Wha...?"
"He's young and impatient." Professor Goodwitch adjusted her glasses. "I've seen plenty of huntsmen and huntresses start out the same way. However..." Green eyes locked onto green eyes, "I've also seen too many perish without saying what they need to say."
"What should I say?" Pyrrha asked.
"What he needs to hear."
#rwby#rwby au#mando au#star wars#the mandalorian#mandalorian jaune#pyrrha nikos#cardin winchester#jaune arc#glynda goodwitch
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Sous chef : Sam Winchester x reader cook AU (part 1)
sous chef fr): works directly under the head chef
Request: Sammy has his own restaurant, he is a Chef, he works in the administration almost always and usually cooks once a week at the place, he falls in love with the reader. Age gap but everything legal, he cooks for her, she falls in love with his food! and the excellent sex with him (played with it a bit, hope you'll like it anon :)
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Before we start this story we have to make one thing clear.
Y/N was not a silly teenage rom-com heroine.
Did she watch them? Yes. Did she read them? Yes, absolutely.
But only for the funsies.
It was not like the “To all the boys I’ve ever loved” plotline.
Not like she was only living the fantasy inside her head, too scared to act on her own feelings.
It was not – god forbid – like the After plotline and Y/N was not the good girl focused only on her school stuff not wanting to have anything to do with the bad boys and boys at all.
No way in hell.
She had her own amount of love drama and with the slightly wild character she was more than ready for a new chapter in her life.
College.
Parties, boys, skipping classes and making out in the toilets, sneaking under the professors’ nose.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, let’s talk reality.
She was a nice girl. A kind spirit. A dreamer.
With a vision, sharp tongue and good priorities.
Not a pushover but also not the most popular. Not the sharpest crayon in the box, but street smart. If you asked Y/N Y/L/N how she classified herself she would probably answer in the middle. She could get lost inside her own head trying way too hard to figure things out instead of just letting it unravel and go with a flow. Dead set on putting some sort of label on herself to find out where she belongs. Which was still bound to happen.
She has just moved to the new city to college and what was better way to get acquainted with the surroundings and fellow students than –
- having a little trip? (I’m pretty sure you thought party, huh?)
In her defence – she tried partying, but seeing her college friends drunk dancing and throwing up because they actually wanted to let loose and have a big opening of the year was a bit too much. Therefore, she grabbed her girls, completely ignored their whining about ruining the mood and baptized as Y/N, the destroyer, dragged them out into the city.
That’s how they found this little nice restaurant in the suburbs. Nothing too fancy nor too expensive for a students’ budget but good enough for a group of young adult women who just started living (almost) on their own.
It was nice to have a ladies’ night. At least until the door to the restaurant opened and a representative of the opposite sex entered causing all the females to raise their gazes. A little rascal definitely noticed the sudden commotion in the henhouse cause he shot them a teasing gaze and winked in a flirtatious manner before heading towards the counter smiling widely at the other man standing there.
“Is he gay?” Y/N asked, barely holding back a chuckle, while observing the whole scene
“Who?”
“That guy who just entered!”
“What?” her friends laughed collectively “Dean Winchester being gay? Damn Y/N. He had more girls in his bed in last two months than any of us will have in our whole life!”
“Are you a lesbian then, f/n?”
“What?”
“You said he had more girls than any of us-“
“oh shut it! Slip of the tongue, you know what I mean!”
“so not gay?”
“definitely.”
“who’s the other one then?” Y/N took a sip of her drink pointing out behind her back.
“He?”
“yes he! Do you see any other good looking guys around?”
“That’s Sam.” f/n replied and went quiet teasing Y/N on absolute purpose.
“Care to elaborate or are you too busy foaming at the mouth while checking out that Dean guy?”
“Can you blame me? Damn, have you seen his-?”
“f/n!”
“face! Have you seen his face?” Y/N rolled her eyes in frustration. “they are brothers. Obviously. Sam’s a chef and Dean ... well, I am not sure what he does for a living but I’m all up for the bad boy style and attitude.”
“dare I ask?”
“you better not. I see that little blush on your face so enjoy your little teenage rom-com moment.” f/n laughed sipping her drink though the straw purposefully making it loud to get the man’s attention and be the eyecatcher on Y/N’s behalf.
“stop it!” Y/N shushed suddenly feeling eyes on her back, almost burning the hole and – ironically – do making her blush.
“and what if I don’t?”
“you’re crazy!”
“and you’re too shy for your own good. Come one, live a little. Have a hot, steamy romance. Free yourself! Burn the bra!”
“What?”
“It’s a figure of speech!”
“I know what it means!” Y/N laughed and shook her head at her friend’s stupidity. However, instead of leaving or making a scene she just raised her own glass in a celebratory gesture “cheers!”
And now – tell me, in your honest opinion, don’t you think that few young woman in an almost empty restaurant at the very late hour, laughing and acting the way young carefree girls should, would get some looks, even if covert?
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Once the academic year got off the ground the time seemed to pass in an accelerated speed. Before anyone noticed the beginning of October turned into November and then everyone started slowly thinking about actual work and getting some work as a source of income.
Y/N was no exception to this rule. Between mingling, being a socially engaged person, going out with friends, studying, preparing for exams, finding little time for her hobbies and currently fighting for an internship, her life was simply crazy.
So she wandered around the city alone to get at least a bit of peace of mind. Not having any specific destination in mind, just letting her feet lead her to whatever place she might find herself in. Just being and floating in space, allowing her imagination and creativity run free, unrestrained by a rigid schedule.
The old bookshop looking like it was taken straight from the Harry Potter universe might have been a spot where she’s been spending most of her time, to such extend that the owner learned her name. moreover, she even started helping him in running the business which was quite good practice given the fact she was studying business and economics. And for one more reason too.
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“I’m here, sorry for being late! Bus was delayed due to the weather and –“ she walked through the door shaking of the snow not realising that there was a client present and Bobby was nowhere to be found. That meant she was supposed to serve the man standing by the counter, whose face she could not see at the moment. “Morning sir. What can I help you with?” swiftly she hung her damp coat and hat on the hanger and approached him. “Sam?” the name escaped her before she bit her tongue.
“Hi. Do I know you?” the man frowned in confusion, but it was not a confused expression of someone offended by being called by his given name, rather a sympathetic question of someone trying hard to refresh his memory.
“No.” she shook her head with a smile of embarrassment “no you don’t, not really. But my friend got eyes for your brother, you should warn him about a feisty female sharpening her claws.”
“I am pretty sure Dean can handle- wait, you’re that girl from the restaurant.”
“Good memory. Surprisingly good, actually.” She reached her hand towards him “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s only fair to tell you my name since I already know yours.”
“Nice to meet youY/N. You work here?”
“More like volunteer. Full time student, part time bookseller. Doesn’t seem like a match made in heaven, does it?”
“Well, I bet you wouldn’t expect to see a chef searching for a book, will you?”
“I’m not judgmental.” She shrugged taking a look at the pile of volumes in his hands “but choosing modern sci-fi crime and mythology books is a bit surprising. For a guy in general.”
“It’s just side interest. And actually I was hoping Bobby would find something that would be more complex than a manifestation of the author's exuberant and non-realistic imagination”
“Wow, now that’s the wording.”
“for a chef?” Sam smirked.
“For a person. Anyone else would just say the book was fucked up.”
“Thought you weren’t judgmental?”
“I wasn’t.” Y/N shrugged and grinned at him “till you said that you’re pretty much looking for fantasy book with no fantasy in it.”
“Then why do I get the feeling you know perfectly where to find one?”
“Challenge accepted Mr. Winchester.”
#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester#sam winchester x you#sam winchester x y/n#sam winchester fic#sam winchester fanfiction#sam winchester smut#supernatural x reader#supernatural x you
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brotherly advice
pairing: professor au!sam winchester x TA! fem! reader
word count: 1.3k
summary: when breakout attorney sam winchester decided to leave his life of law to teach at his alma mater, nearly everyone in his life thought he had made a mistake. sometimes your biggest 'mistake' can lead to the happiest of consequences.
based on this request! (so sorry, I saw your request and my mind ran with this idea. it's probably not exactly the idea you had in mind.)
warnings: fluff, age gap relationship (sam is in his 30s, reader is in her 20s), au from supernatural tv show, sam and dean are still close because I refuse to believe they wouldn't be in any other universe, probably incorrect law terms/knowledge (author has little law knowledge), probably incorrect college knowledge (author was never a ta)
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When Sam Winchester-up and coming, breakout young attorney-announced his early quits of practicing law to return to his alma mater to teach, everyone had called him crazy.
Well, almost everyone.
The day Sam decided he wanted to quit, he sat in his older brother's garage, his tie untied and the sleeves of his formal shirt rolled up his arms, nursing a beer. Sam finally spilled his well-kept secret to Dean, awaiting another disappointed look and pleas for him to rethink this. Instead, Dean nodded, took a swig of his own beer and began working underneath the hood of the car between them.
"Good for you," Dean's rough voice came after a moment. "I don't think you're making a mistake at all, Sammy. You should go for it, that job is suckin' the life outta you."
Sam knew Dean was right, Dean had always been wise in his own way. A few weeks later, Sam had settled into a life of sweater vests and headaches induced by reading half-assed international law essays from freshmen. Sam had been hunched over the desk in his office, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed when the sound of his office door opening alerted him to someone entering the room. He sighed, not even looking up before he spoke.
"Office hours are on Mondays and Thursdays."
"Um, noted, but I'm not here for office hours. I'm Y/N, your new TA? You are Professor Winchester, right?"
Sam's green eyes popped open, looking up at the figure standing in front of his desk. Y/N stood in front of Sam's desk with a wide-eyed look, and Sam took in her appearance. She was dressed in a professional manner, a folder of papers in her arms and an unconvincing smile drawn across her face. Sam swallowed thickly as he felt embarrassment wash over him, he had completely forgotten about meeting his new TA today.
"Uh, right! Of course, I-It completely slipped my mind, it's been a long day already. And please, call me Sam."
Y/N chuckled slightly, sitting in the chair in front of his desk.
"It's alright, Sam, I get it."
Over the course of the first few weeks of Sam and Y/N's newfound work relationship, Sam noted several things about her-Y/N was quiet, punctual, and completely professional. To Sam, she was too reserved, he was used to the cocky blabbing of attorneys at his old job and Dean's (mostly) nonsensical chatter in his leisure. After weeks of her sheer silence, Sam began the efforts of getting her to talk, which seemed to work in his favor. He quickly learned things about her: Y/N was a senior law student at 26-a late bloomer in the college world, her favorite movie of all time was Top Gun-which Sam made fun of her incessantly for-and her favorite guilty pleasure was the chocolate croissants at the bakery across from her apartment. Through their completely unserious chatter, he found out more personal things about her, like how she truly, truly hated law. It had been her parents idea for her college plans, not her true heart's desire. Y/N wanted to be a writer, to write her own series of fantasy books.
As the school year progressed, so did Sam and Y/N's friendship. She found herself hanging around his office more often, enjoying his company versus that of her classmates. Late office hours turned into him inviting her for dinner at the local 24-hour diner, and their dinners turned into something neither of them wanted to admit: Sam quickly found himself staring at Y/N longer than necessary, and Y/N kept imagining what it would be like to run her hands through Sam's long hair.
After Y/N's graduation from Stanford, their talks had moved to his apartment: Y/N spending hours helping him grade essays or Sam helping her proofread chapters of her own book over glasses of wine, all of which led to Y/N sleeping on Sam's couch-despite his protests and begs of her to take his bed instead. However, after a night of one-too-many glasses of wine and brushing touches of each other's hands, Y/N and Sam had ended up sharing the bed instead. Now, her fantasy novels lived on the same bookcase as Sam's textbooks, her sneakers in the door next to his much larger boots, and her weighted blanket that Sam's feet peeked out from the bottom of was draped across their bed, which is where the pair slept this very moment.
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The sound of Sam's six AM alarm made Y/N's eyes open sleepily, realize where she was, and more notably, what time it was, before she curled back into her pillow and closed her eyes. The sound of Sam's yawning and the removal of his arm slung around her waist made her groan, feeling cold without Sam's furnace-like warmth against her. She heard Sam shuffle into the bathroom to get ready for his morning run, her eyes fluttering shut again, barely even registering the kiss he left on her forehead before he left out the door.
Y/N woke several hours later, sunlight shining through the curtains of she and Sam's bedroom, birds chirping in the distance, and the sound of Sam's footsteps sounded in the kitchen-likely cooking breakfast. Y/N stretched her arms up, lifting the covers and sliding on her slippers as she shuffled lazily into their living room. Sam's tall figure stands at the stove, flipping something in a pan. His running clothes had been traded for his leisurely lounge wear, his hair still damp from his post-run shower. She guessed he hadn't heard her come in yet, so she slowly made her way to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her head on his back, still sleepy.
Sam laughs, his empty hand rested on her arms, his chest warming at her touch His voice comes out low and soft.
"Mornin', baby."
Y/N groans, still not quite awake enough for words. Sam laughs, turning off the eggs he was cooking and pulling her to his front, her head resting on his chest now. Sam kisses her head, his hand running through her unstyled hair. Silence ensues, until Y/N notes new items on their counter-a bouquet of carnations and dahlias in a vase of water, and the signature red box adorning the logo of the bakery across from her old apartment. Her head lifts to rest her chin on Sam's chest, looking up at him.
"Flowers?"
Sam's eyes swivel to the flowers in the vase before turning back to her.
"Yeah, got those from that flower cart right down the bakery, the one that elderly couple runs?"
Y/N's mind blanks, her sentence coming out without thinking.
"You bought me flowers?"
Sam gives her a confused smile, his hand tucking the hair in her face behind her ear.
"Uh, yeah?" He lets out a confused chuckle. "Baby, are you still asleep?"
Y/N looks up at him. "Why?"
Sam furrows his eyebrows, his big green eyes meeting hers.
"Does there have to be a reason? Just, saw the flowers, they were beautiful, made me think of you." Sam shrugs.
Y/N's eyes go soft, her shoulders dropping as a smile forms on her face. She stands on her tiptoes to reach Sam's lips, his hands coming on either side of her hips as he deepens the kiss.
"I love you, Sam Winchester," Y/N speaks after they break apart, the statement causing Sam to pull her in for another kiss, completely forgetting about his own breakfast in favor of enjoying her touch.
Nearly everyone had told Sam he had made the biggest mistake of his life, but now, as he looked at the woman he loved, he realized he hadn't thought anything he did was a mistake. He was glad he'd taken his brother's advice. Y/N smiled at his big green eyes and goofy smile, pulling him in for another kiss, her hand running through his hair. Sam smiled into the kiss and pulled her closer by her hips.
He'd have to thank Dean later.
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Deaged Oz AU - After The Meeting
Tip looked up as a knock sounded at the door to the set of rooms they all shared in Atlas. He wasn't expecting anyone, but everybody else was away at the moment. He shrugged, putting his book down and getting to his feet, maybe they were after Qrow?
Moving over to the door, though, it revealed a boy not much older than Tip was, who blinked down at him in surprise.
"Uh... Wintertip Pine?" The boy enquired, sounding rather doubtful.
Tip nodded. "Yes, that would be me. Why?" His hand crept towards the hilt of his rapier as he spoke, though, eyes busily scanning for anyone else that might have come with the boy. To catch him alone was rare enough that this just seemed to scream 'trap' to him.
"I have something I need to deliver to you. Your eyes only, though... I was expecting you to be rather older?" The boy shrugged and held out a bound scroll. Tip took it, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"Any idea what this is about?" He asked, hoping to at least get some context clues from the strange event. Though he doubted Salem would have provided any written evidence of her plans if it was actually her, that would be so far out of character that... well, never mind.
He slit the seal open and scanned the contents, stopping halfway through to adjust his glasses slightly. The paper was a strange shade of almost purple, though the ink seemed normal enough. Was it... scented? His eyebrow rose further upon the discovery that yes, yes it was... this was not exactly normal correspondance to send to an eleven year old.
He noted the name and almost smiled. Lady Greenbriar had been the older woman on Atlas Council, the one that had taken none of James' attitude and had seemed to recognise him. He had no real memory of her, but maybe this meeting could change that?
She wanted him to come alone, which was slightly problematic, but she had specified a time about an hour from now, the others wouldn't be back yet. If he was quick enough, maybe they'd never need to know? He was pretty sure she wouldn't harm him, at least.
He smiled at the boy who'd delivered it and nodded to him. "Please inform her that I'll be there and thank you." The boy looked weirdly more intimidated by Tip's calm acknowledgement of what was really a summons than he had to delivering the letter. Ah well, maybe this wasn't the normal reaction, but Tip was highly curious now...
Picking out clothing took less time than it might have, had the lady in question not probably once been a friend of his father's. Ah well, at least Winter might be happy that he'd chosen Schnee colors for this? It felt slightly manipulative, but it could give him an advantage if the talk went south... and if Winter found out where he was, he knew she tended to be more gentle when reminded forcefully that they were related.
Brothers, but he hated doing that... he wasn't a child, he wasn't helpless... he wasn't even really that sickly anymore with the help of his aura. They needed to stop treating him as though he would break, he was an accomplished Huntsman, after all...
He froze in the doorway to the room where he had been told to meet her. She wasn't alone, a man sat with her who was familiar. Why was Lark Winchester of all people here, though? He was aware that like the Ironwoods... and the Schnee's, the Winchesters had lost a child to that same kidnapping circle, but why would he be interested in Tip, of all people? He wasn't Wren Winchester, after all... he couldn't bring her back.
A flash, then, briefest memory hitting. Wren, her blonde hair and her... oh no... her bright green eyes. He shook himself out of it, though. He had to be imagining things.
"So, this is the child you wanted me to meet, my lady?" Lark's voice was light, but his eyes were hard as he stared at the tousle haired little boy.
"Does he really look that unfamiliar to you, Lark?" Lady Greenbriar's tone held laughter, her eyes soft as she, too, looked at Tip.
"I..." Lark broke off, sweeping a second, more assessing look over Tip. He shook his head slightly, looked again. Tip felt rather like an insect under the microscope at that point, but suppressed the feeling. His shoulders straightened as he met Lark's eyes.
Lark Winchester, pillar of the community in Atlas that he was, proud chairman of the Winchester Military Equipment Company, started to swear. Lady Greenbriar looked impressed. Tip just grinned at him, which seemed to set off a fresh round of profanity, slowly getting more impressive before Lark regained control of himself.
"... Winter?" It wasn't really a question, though. Tip nodded, grin more rueful now and Lark just closed his eyes briefly.
"What happened to you? How are you... why are you...? You know what? Never mind, that can wait. I'm just so damn glad you're alive!"
Tip blushed, even as Lady Greenbriar sighed. "Unfortunately there's more to it than that, Lark. It turns out that little Winter Schnee here is the wizard."
"Excuse me?" Lark stated it flatly, disbelief in every iota of his body language.
"Unfortunately, yes." Tip agreed, calmly. He adjusted his hold on The Long Memory pointedly and Lark's eyes flew to the cane.
He promply started swearing again.
#deaged oz au#professor ozpin#lark winchester#lady greenbriar#atlas oc's#atlas council#summons#found family#rediscover#who you are
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Title: A Hard Place
Author: Deanna
Artist: parhelion_ava
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel Novak; Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore; Dean/Meg (one time); Castiel/Mick (one time); Dean/Robin (one time)
Length: 90000
Warnings: undefined
Tags: Professor Castiel Novak; student/rockstar Dean Winchester; BDSM AU; dom Cas; sub Dean; flogging; rough sex; fluff; dom/sub drop; happy ending
Posting Date: October 19, 2023
Summary: Castiel Novak is a college Professor, who values education beyond all else. That is, until a certain rockstar enrolls in his class. As a Dom at the BDSM club “A Hard Place”, Castiel thinks he’ll never find his perfect, permanent sub.
When rockstar Dean Winchester needs to go back to college, he’s reluctant to do so. That is, until he meets his smoking hot Professor. Dean is torn between his Professor and a wing-masked Angel he meets at a BDSM club.
Excerpt: Towards the end of class, Castiel notices that some of the students have lost focus. A few girls have even attempted to take selfies with the rockstar. If there had been more time left in their session, Castiel might have said something. Instead, he decides to assign a prompt for the students to work on over the weekend, asking them what they hope to gain out of this class.
To wrap things up, Castiel writes his name on the whiteboard behind his desk, along with his phone number. “All my contact information is on the syllabus, but I like my students to be able to reach me anytime, so feel free to write down this number as well. You may address me as Castiel, Mr. Novak, or any variation of the word ‘professor’.” Castiel uses actual air quotes, eliciting a laugh from the class. Nearly all the students are writing down the information, while Mr. Famous takes out his phone and snaps a picture of the whiteboard.
Dean then leans over to the girl next to him, nudges her with his elbow and whispers, “Scored the teacher’s number on day one, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows at her and she blushes, giggling to her peers. Castiel, however, is not so amused. He dismisses the class, but stops Dean when he reaches the front of the classroom.
“Mr. Winchester. Please stay behind for a moment.”
“Ugh, man, please stop calling me that…” Dean groans as he leans on Castiel’s desk.
Castiel stands from where he was seated, hoping to loom over the man, but finds that he is in fact shorter than Dean. Regardless, Castiel isn’t going to let a height difference interfere with their dynamic. This is Castiel’s classroom and he expects his students to respect that. “Of course, Mr. Winchester. As soon as you stop referring to me as ‘dude’ or ‘man’.”
Dean huffs out a laugh. “Ha! Good one, professor. That better?”
“Lose the attitude and we’re golden.”
“Dude, I don’t -”
“Dean.” Castiel drops his voice slightly to grab Dean’s attention and Castiel is very interested to know what the man is thinking when he sees Dean’s jaw tighten. “You may be famous amongst your peers, but to me you are just another student. While in this classroom, you are here to learn. You will show respect to myself and your peers, or else face the consequences.”
“Consequences, huh?” Dean smirks. “What kinda consequences we talkin’ here?”
“The kind where you fail my class.” Castiel replies shortly. He’s not taking anymore of this man’s crap. Dean’s face falls slightly and Castiel is glad to have put his foot down.
“Man, you’re no fun.” Dean whines as he pushes off the desk.
“I’m here to teach, Mr. Winchester. Not to have fun.”
“Suit yourself, handsome.” Dean punctuates his sentence with a wink, then turns to leave the classroom.
Castiel sighs. This is going to be a long semester, he grimaces.
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Bonded - Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.
A/N: This is my first written piece on here, so any feedback is appreciated/welcomed! It was kind of rushed so not my best work lol. I'm not sure if I want a second part to this or not, so let me know if you'd like to see a continuation. I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer! Oh, also I imagine Dean being around 28/29 here while reader is approaching 25.
Word Count: 1.4K
Something was wrong. You knew as soon as your eyes flew open that you weren’t going back to bed anytime soon. Your hand was placed on your chest, heart beating increasingly faster as you laid in the dark. You tried to think back. Were you having a bad dream? No. This must be him. It happened more frequently than you’d like. You’d wake up in the middle of the night, heart pounding and palms sweating. Each time you could feel it, the danger. He was in danger. You just knew it.
You wondered what he did for a living that would cause him to land himself in such terrifying situations so often. Was he in the military? Maybe he was an adrenaline junky or a storm chaser? Whatever it was, you found yourself silently praying that he survived whatever was causing his fight or flight response to trigger once again.
Swinging your legs off the side of the bed, your feet hit the cool hardwood floors and cause you to shiver. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand and get out of bed to wander into the kitchen. You weren’t exactly sure if he felt your emotions too or not. How could you know if you haven't met him yet? There were times like now that you hoped desperately that he could. Maybe, just maybe, he could feel you trying to calm him in whatever capacity that you could. Sometimes that meant making chamomile tea and reading a book to try and lower his stress response or sometimes it meant a hot shower to relax the intense muscles you felt in your body from him.
There were other times, however, that you hoped he really couldn’t feel your emotions the way you could feel his. He seemed to already have enough on his plate, with the intense nights and at times what could only be described as heartache. You didn’t know what he was going through, but you knew you didn’t want to add your baggage to it.
So, when you cried at work the other day, you dried your eyes as quickly as possible, not wanting to burden him if he felt the same heaviness in his chest as you did. It was the same situation at home, though. You tried your hardest not to give into the depths of your lonely despair. After all, most of your friends had already found their soulmate, but yours seemed to be nowhere to be found. There were times that the only way to drown out the hurt was to just stay disconnected. When you weren’t actively trying to calm your mystery man, you tried your best to ignore him.
You didn’t want to get your hopes up. There were plenty of people in this world who never met their soulmate, and they were left to live a life without them. You’d actually witnessed your friend’s first interaction with her soulmate.
When you two were back at college, she was a barista at your local coffee shop, while you were a research assistant for one of your professors. You kept completely different hours, which is why on that particular day, you decided to hang out with her in the coffee shop to spend some more time with her, even if you were just studying at one of the tables. She had been anxious all morning, and you knew it wasn’t her emotions that she was feeling. She was a naturally confident person, never second guessing herself, but that morning she was a frenzied mess. She even told you herself that it felt like it was her soulmate and not her own emotions.
After she had wiped down the tables for the billionth time that morning, a gangly and somewhat dorky guy came rushing into the shop. You could practically feel the anxiety buzzing from him as soon as he came in, pushing his dark framed glasses up his nose and clumsily slipping on the newly mopped floors. There was a loud smack, and the next thing you knew you watched as your friend reached her hand out to help the guy sit up. What really took your attention was the groaning that came from both parties. You watched them both wince in pain, looking down as they watched each other's names etch into the other’s wrist at the same time. It was like the world clicked into place for them both at that very moment.
It turned out, Luke was a law school student, cramming for a very important exam that morning. His naturally anxious personality was quite the opposite of your friend’s, but they seemed to work together in harmony.
Fast forward and they were still the picture perfect couple. He doted on her more than any man you’d ever seen, and she was head over heels for her nerdy guy. It was sweet, but you hated to admit how hard it was to be around them. You were happy for them both, but it stung to know that you were getting closer to the Age of Choice than you wanted to be. In a mere 8 months you’d be free to make a decision you never wanted to make.
Age 25 meant you were at what was called the “Age of Choice.” You could choose whether or not you wanted to marry your soulmate. If you hadn’t met them by 25, you had the right to choose someone else. You didn’t have to wait any longer to marry someone else, and somehow that hurt worse than not having met your soulmate. What if he had already reached the Age of Choice and he had already decided on someone else? The thought gripped your chest harder than you would like to admit.
All of these thoughts ran through your mind as you made your tea in the kitchen, reliving your friend’s soulmate encounter and your fear for the future. You ran on autopilot as you thought about all of these things, finally making your way to the couch to perform your calm down ritual for your soulmate. It took all of about 90 minutes to feel like you had completely settled his nerves. By the time you had realized he had calmed down, you had fallen asleep on the couch.
This time your eyes flew open for a different reason. The loud blaring of your alarm was unwelcomed by your lack of sleep as you wandered back to your bed to turn it off. It was times like this you were glad you had a studio apartment.
The morning seemed to get away from you. This time it was your turn to be the anxious party. You really couldn’t afford to be late to work this morning. Your boss had scheduled a very important meeting 15 minutes after the workday began and a day filled with projects that need to be completed “ASAP” as your boss would like to say.
As soon as you entered the office, the atmosphere was different than any other day. You could feel it. Everyone seemed to be stiff and uncomfortable. You didn’t understand until two men turned around at the front desk.
“You must be Miss Y/L/N?” the tallest one asks as your brows furrow. You didn’t recognize either of the two men, but you studied them as quickly as you could.
“That’s me. Can I ask who you are?” you questioned, trying to be polite, but not wanting to deal with anything else this morning that you didn’t have to.
“I’m agent Smith and this is agent Jones, we are here to ask you a few questions about your boss,” the shorter of the two answered, reaching out and grabbing your hand.
You hiss and your eyes burn with tears as you look into his green ones, shock filling your body as you yank your hand away from his. Looking down, you see the name “Dean” etching itself into your wrist. Your hands shake as you look up at the tall man, confusion covering your face when you don’t see your name on his wrist.
He groans, hand gripping his chest. He pulls at the buttons, looking down and seeing your name written right over his heart and underneath another strange looking tattoo. Your mouth falls open as your eyes widen, swallowing thickly.
“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’re not only soulmates, we’re bonded. And we need to have a conversation,” you hear ‘Dean’ say gruffly, a smirk dancing on his lips.
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