coming out of my baldurs gate 3 delirium (aka i am working a night shift and can't physically play it. at work.) to say that horikoshi. horikoshi when i GET YOU. you are NOT leaving izuku with no quirk and no arms. i am in your walls

FAMOUS/NON-FAMOUS FIC REC: Below you’ll find even more fics where one of them is famous and the other is not. (Part I)

📖 Empty Skies by @greenfeelings (134k)

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream -- making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He's still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Featuring Perrie as Harry's adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis' bandmates.

📖 California Sold by @isthatyoularry (123k)

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

📖 When You're Lost by @mizzhydes (114k)

When he finally saw the culprit, he nearly dropped his entire glass. In the distance, Harry could hear Niall calling for him, but everything around him was blurring and all he could do was stare into the blue eyes before him. The eyes that had been so familiar to his younger self. The eyes he had never expected to see again. Suddenly, Harry felt sixteen again.

📖 Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics (113k)

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

📖 Make Your Heart Remember Me by @perfectdagger (97k)

When Harry’s daughter auditions for The Voice Kids singing One Direction, Louis unexpectedly finds himself remembering a boy from his past. This time, he hopes to have another chance to make sure he won’t let him slip away.

📖 Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren (92k)

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

📖 Shine On (You Crazy Diamond) by @larrymaybe22 (58k)

The year is 1974 and Britain’s glam rock scene is in full swing. Enter Louis, a broke and dejected student who finds himself on a tour bus of all places, working as a roadie for the enigmatic “womanizer” Harry Styles. Along the way, Louis discovers the cruelty of fame and that maybe there is more than meets the eye beyond the curls, cocaine, and crazy suits.

A 1970's/Glam Rock AU

📖 Love Isn't Always on Time by @softfonds (45k)

Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man. A Made of Honor AU. 

📖 Latching Onto You by @reminiscingintherain (34k)

The one where Louis wants to book Harry Styles to perform at his best friends' wedding.

📖 Drain to the Stars by @roguenauticals (28k)

Louis lived a very quiet life at his inherited book shop in Notting Hill, until Oscar-winner Harry Styles walked through the door.

📖 Walls Are Just Walls (You Are My Home) by @et-y-etc (26k)

After being injured in a hiking accident, musician Harry and his bodyguard are stuck on the trail with no cell service, no supplies, and with nightfall coming. Louis, who’s a wilderness first responder, comes across them, gives first aid, and calls for a rescue.

Once the rescue’s over and Harry’s family is there to care for him, Louis doesn’t figure he’ll ever see Harry again, but he does— at the talk shows he and Harry appear on so they can talk about their experience, at the concert Harry invites him to, through all texts and DMs. It’s amazing how well they get along and how much Louis likes him. Could someone like Harry ever return his feelings?

📖 Your Shadow Running Round by @harrystanslouis (24k)

Seven years ago, Harry chased a dream, leaving behind his home and everyone in it. Including Louis, his best friend and quite possibly, the love of his life. When he's brought back to perform a charity concert for his old high school's Arts program, he realizes not much has really changed, including his feelings. This town is still achingly familiar, his mom still gives the warmest hugs, and Louis still makes his heart feel shimmery around the edges.

📖 tonight's not over (come over and stay) by @adoredontour (16k)

harry is a famous singer and louis is a student who just wants to write his novel

📖 Boy, you got me blinded by @onebritneydirection (14k)

the one where Louis finds himself modeling for Vogue Magazine next to hot top model Harry Styles and faking a relationship with him for the public, finding along the way more than a new way of life

📖 You come in waves (we crash and we roll) by @rainbowsandlovehl (11k)

Three times Louis makes a fool of himself in front of Harry and one time he doesn't. 

📖 We Had Everything by @lightwoodsmagic (2k)

Louis and Harry fell apart, and Louis' never forgiven himself. He gets a second chance at Zayn and Liam's wedding.

lightness

jang hanseo character study kinda fic i promised. i'm not sure if this is a character study anymore. i have no idea what this became. anyway! i wanted to explore hanseo and give him a bit of a backstory, so here it is!

*deep breath* content warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, physical abuse, blood, injury, canonical character death (not hanseo), recreational drug use, underage drug use, implied drug abuse

word count: 1866

read on ao3

hope you like it!

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When Jang Hanseo is seven, he is acquainted with elder brother. Regal; nine-years-old and already hunting.

He still hides behind their father with him when he pretends to be terrified of the sound of gunfire.

Hanseo says nothing. He never brings up how his brother had thrown the bloodied rabbit and his rifle to the servant attending him, never brings up how thoroughly he washed his hands to hide the evidence of his independence from his father.

Never brings up how his brother assessed him with just a look and nothing more.

The first words Jang Hanseo’s brother says to him are as follows:

“Don’t call me hyung.”

Jang Hanseo blinks, traces his eyes over the leather of his brother’s jacket, over the blood that drips from his gloves, over the rifle he holds in his hands. He smiles.

“Okay, hyung-nim!”

A scoff, but some appraisal. Jang Hanseo doesn’t understand the half-smile he receives that autumn afternoon, but he remembers it until he beats his brother with a hockey stick, striking his head trice ‘til he’s out and his back once just for good measure, just to see the blood coming up to his mouth for him to choke on.

-

The first time his brother hits him, Jang Hanseo is eight. The ice rink is dark, and his brother is more geared up than he is.

Jang Hanseo misses thrice, scores once. He is rewarded with a swipe of the hockey stick on the back of his calf, and he thinks it is a game.

For that, he is rewarded with his first broken bone and a seared memory of a hand heavy on his throat. A laugh without mercy.

-

When Jang Hanseo is thirteen, he is offered alcohol at a party his father is hosting.

He declined, having seen first-hand what alcohol does to you, what a rage it puts his father in as he breaks porcelain, the scar he left on his mother’s cheek that lasted till the day she died.

-

When Jang Hanseo is fourteen, his brother kills four people. Classmates, he tells him, when he comes home with red speckled on his face. They weren’t worthy of being my classmates.

-

Jang Hanseo celebrates his fifteenth birthday with the diagnosis of his brother being a psychopath and accidentally tearing open the letter of a one-way ticket to the United States.

Instead of cake, he consumes his own blood, and instead of a pat on the back, he has a dislocated shoulder.

When he wakes a day later hooked to an IV, his brother is gone. The phantom of his laugh lives on, searing long into Hanseo’s conscience.

-

At fifteen-and-a-half, his father sends Hanseo to his grandmother’s for the summer. His father is undergoing a trial, on the charges of bribery, abetting murder, and perjury. With one son shipped off to the States and another to Jeju Island, he has no pawns he will feel ill about sacrificing. It’s not that he loves them. It’s that letting your son die because the ransom money you can very well afford would require you to take some shares out, and that’s too tedious of a process to go through.

So Jang Hanseo boards the short flight, stares out of the window for the longest one hour and fifteen minutes of his life so far. He’s never met his grandmother.

He wonders if she’s like his father, knowing she’s raised him, or if she’s worse.

She’s leagues different from anyone in his family.

Halmeoni scans him up and down when the driver drops him off at her estate. At the front door itself, she says, “We have a lot of fixing-up to do.”

It leaves an impression, that’s for sure.

-

The best summer of his life, Hanseo learns how to uproot weeds and catch a chicken without screaming like his life was being threatened. His halmeoni owns a farm, some 150 acres of greenery and animal and mansion.

Halmeoni teaches him first how to eat well, how to fill his plate and not feel bad about it, how to overeat and regret it. Halmeoni teaches him second that he is the most important person to himself; never his father, and not his hyung-nim.

Halmeoni teaches him third that he has no one else in the world but himself.

This, Jang Hanseo remembers the most.

(But his brother’s —)

-

With his brother’s absence, an anxiety sets into Hanseo’s veins so intensely that upon looking up his symptoms, he sees words like psychosis and personality disorder and promptly closes his laptop shut.

Unbidden, but not unwelcome, he remembers the rages his father fell into. He remembers the embers of gold in those small wide glasses that abeoji owned, remembers the crates of bottles that they used to have moved into the house. He also recalls the putrid smoke that used to emerge from the study. The smell of something burnt and something that made him cough so hard it alerted his father of his presence.

It’s in the boys washroom that he smells the scent again. By the open window, out curls smoke.

Jang Hanseo catches the eye of the assailant. Oh Yeonwoo will get him into this mess and then out. He will be Hanseo’s first true friend.

-

Jang Hanseo tries it for the first time on the terrace of the school. One joint between the two of them and nothing but heaving coughs from him until he learns how to take air after smoke and allow its natural passage back up. The joint is over by then, and Hanseo feels nothing.

Yeonwoo bumps their shoulders together, carelessly tossing the filter over the railing of the terrace. “You’ll get the hang of it,” He assures. “I didn’t even make it after a couple of joints, so you’re doing better than me already.”

Hanseo lends him a half-smile. Better than him, he thinks. When have I ever been better than anyone?

“Hanseo-yah, what’re you thinking with that scowl, hm?” Yeonwoo bumps their shoulders together again. “You’re so scary when you space out.”

“I am?”

Yeonwoo nods again. Hanseo notes something hazy in his eyes, something completely unguarded in his demeanour. He blinks cautiously.

“Hanseo-yah,” Yeonwoo whines, “Stop staring at me.”

“I’m not,” He replies. “Are —” Are you okay? Hanseo was going to ask. Stupid. Yeonwoo has settled against his shoulder now, humming some tune. He stretches his legs out in front of him and sways his feet to the rhythm. He seems better than okay.

So this is what it does, Hanseo thinks. Lightness. He wants to be light.

-

And so, Jang Hanseo, age sixteen, falls into something whose magnitude he cannot guess. Addiction is only the half of it. The other half had started the day Yeonwoo showed him something called shotgunning, which had taken his first kiss and his first experience with intoxication whose harm had lasted longer than its euphoria.

When he lies beside Yeonwoo, all too hot and all too cold, unable to distinguish which fingers are his when they hold hands, he finds it. The lightness. When Yeonwoo turns and exhales into his neck, prickling sweat and prickling hair to stand on edge, Hanseo smiles.

And when Hanseo wakes up, the dread in his gut is deeper than it’s ever been.

(— his brother’s —)

-

So it seems that boys with no family and boys with brothers who know nothing but violence and boys with a terrible, terrible blankness to them can also, by some grace of humanity, fall in love. And so it seems, as Hanseo feels the telltale thumping of his heart and lightness in his abdomen, that Yeonwoo will keep having this effect on him.

Subtlety, Yeonwoo tells him, the afternoon they sit on the roof and stare at the sky and at the smoke. Subtlety will let you get away with everything.

Subtle touches, then. Hanseo’s fingers lingering a moment too long on Yeonwoo’s arm, Hanseo’s hand firm between his shoulder blades. Subtle words, and subtle smiles, and subtle smoke between their mouths as they chase lightness.

Subtle kisses, too, when Hanseo feels he can see his own eyes in Yeonwoo’s, when Hanseo still finds the thrill of sealing his lips with Yeonwoo’s to be a minefield of his own feelings. Subtle kisses that Yeonwoo always blackens — drags them down into teeth and tongue and desire. Hanseo doesn’t know, then, that this is what differentiates them. What puts him on a curved, unshapely parabola and Yeonwoo on a straight line.

Feral, Hanseo once thinks, his gaze only slightly unclouded, as Yeonwoo bites at his lips, his neck. Feral, in the way he never kisses to coax Hanseo’s mouth open; never to cherish feeling. Only to chase after something so much deeper.

-

At seventeen, Jang Hanseo implodes from heartbreak.

Transfer student. Short, ebony hair, in that oh-so-timeless straight bob. He has a nice smile, even Hanseo can tell, and he has a charming walk. He’s also assigned a seat beside him. This, of all things, was the catalyst.

Yeonwoo didn’t want to kiss him anymore. Yeonwoo wanted to smoke with him, but Yeonwoo also bought a new companion along with him. Yeonwoo, it seemed, never wanted what Hanseo did. Yeonwoo, it seemed, never felt the way Hanseo did.

Hanseo knows that he knew, somewhere, beneath what his world had become, that this would not stand for long. Its foundations were, in the end, smoke.

-

But it does not surprise him, Hanseo thinks, seventeen and a quarter, something vile in his veins. It does not surprise him that he’s here.

His head hits, dully, the floor under him. He laughs. And he laughs some more, as the world turns from dust to sky to ocean. And he waits for the servants to find him in his father’s study.

-

They tell him that he’s lucky, later, in the hospital. Jang Hanseo thinks this is what death feels like, on the verge of eighteen. He states blinking at the ceiling. Hospital rooms are white on all six sides, and heaven is supposed to be white on all six sides as well. He wants to laugh, so he does.

And it hurts.

Hanseo stops laughing.

(— his brother’s laugh —)

-

Hanseo laughs. Ten years past, ten years perished, Hanseo laughs until his heart hurts. His brother’s heart is still beating. His blood is still warm, the three hits to his head and one to his back hadn’t kept him down. Hanseo laughs as the blood splatters on his face, sprinkled red on his chin and lips, a sprinkled red dancing in his eyes as he brings the hockey stick down, down, down.

For everything Hanseok has made him — less, more, just enough. For all these little things that had changed Hanseo more than broken bones could. For lost love. For things that weren’t, in the end, Hanseok’s fault.

Hanseo beats him till his heart stops fighting back and the blood pooled in his mouth flows quietly. Till Hanseo feels no fight left in him, and then some, till the exhaustion in him takes over.

Hanseo slumps over his brother’s dead body, and Hanseo laughs.

(But his brother’s laugh will always be louder.)

i never asked for this / narcissa malfoy

[a look into narcissa malfoy’s life]

takes place during the sixth book

summary: cissy reflects on her life and how she has ended up where she is now

warnings: cursing, mentions of death, mentions of going crazy

word count: 929 words

author’s note: i hope y’all enjoy this!! i haven’t written in a hot minute and this is my first time writing fanfic!! i was inspired while reading the sixth book last night. i would love to do more writing and will be taking requests if that is something y’all would be interested in. please leave a comment with your thoughts!!

I never asked for this. I was never given a choice. When I was born, my family already had my life planned out for me: school, career, everything. All my life, I have been a passive bystander, decisions made for me and things handed to me on a silver platter because of my name. They didn’t even know if I was a witch, they had just assumed. Of course, how could I not be: the latest product in a proud pure-blood family. It means something to be a member of the Black family. It’s a prestigious club coveted by many. Except I never asked to be in it in the first place. Bella, well, she is a different story. She was perfect in my parents eyes and she left a hell of a lot to live up to. Bella has always been straight up cruel, bad for the sake of being bad. Bella wants this. Bella wears the Black name like a badge of honor. Most Black’s do, with the exception of a few blood-traitors. I may not have asked for all of this but I would never betray my family, my blood. I never knew my other sister, Andy, very well. She was always out of place in the family. She didn’t believe in our pure-blood status. Eventually, she ended up being a filthy blood-traitor, tainting the precious Black blood.

By the time my Hogwarts letter inevitably arrived, my family was counting on me being sorted into Slytherin, just like Bella and Andy. They wanted to make sure I knew to run with the right people, other pure-bloods, other witches and wizards with comparable status. When I was eleven, that summer before my first year, Bella introduced me to Lucious Malfoy, a boy in her year. I remember everything about him: his shocking white blond hair, his pale complexion and striking features. Most importantly, I remember falling absolutely, madly in love with him the moment we met. He was similar to Bella in that he was truly evil, yet when it came to me, he would always seem to… soften his edges a bit. He treated me like a delicate flower, he treasured me. My first day, as I sat upon that stool in front of the entire school, he was the one cheering loudest as the Sorting Hat called out my house. I couldn’t help but think that maybe he loved me too.

When my parents found out how Lucious and I were getting along, there was no doubt about it: I would be spending the rest of my life with this man, even if the feelings eventually faded away. Yes, I love him, but still, it didn’t matter to them what my feelings were: Malfoy was a well-off, pure-blood. I should be proud he has ever even given me the time of day. I had no say in the matter: my parents had already decided for me. Our marriage felt almost like a business transaction. I knew he loved me, but feelings were second to upholding our highly respected family names. After our marriage, it was like my parents had handed off the decision making to my husband. 

Lucious was an adamant supporter of the Dark Lord and expected me to be just as loyal, the token trophy wife. The Dark Lord also believed in the preservation of pure-blood, but he was merciless to those who disagreed. The Black family simply disowned those that disagreed with the superiority of the pure-bloods, but the Dark Lord killed those who disagreed. Hell, the Dark Lord kills for the fun of it, he kills because he can. And now my baby, my only son, will be following in his dad’s footsteps, in the Dark Lord’s footsteps. I’m beyond proud, of course, that he has been chosen, but I can’t help but feel that this is the Dark Lord’s revenge against Lucious. My son, he is not ready for this, I am not ready for this. If Lucious had fulfilled his duty and just gotten the damn prophecy! Now, Draco is in the crossfire. The Dark Lord is sacrificing my only son to get back at Lucious. I never asked for this! I never asked to be married to a Death Eater. I never asked for my son, my baby, to be paying for his father’s mistakes. How could my boy, my sweet, sixteen year old boy possibly murder the great wizard that is Dumbledore? The Dark Lord is incapable even of killing such a great wizard!

Oh God, oh God, I never should have even thought that. I take it back! There is no wizard greater than the Dark Lord himself. He could take care of Dumbledore but he chooses not to. This is just a chance for Draco to prove himself to the Dark Lord. I must be going crazy without Lucious, but still… I can’t shake the feeling that there is more to this than meets the eye.

Am I crazy? Bella thinks so. She sees this purely as opportunity. She will follow the Dark Lord with a blind eye to her death. In her eyes, there would be no greater honor than dying for him, for his cause. And yet, as a mother I can’t shake this feeling of despair.

I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind, I can’t think straight.

This is all my fault.

I can’t protect my son.

We never stood a chance.

I never asked for this, I never had a choice.

And now, my son will die because of it.

Sounds of Someday

Title: Sounds of Someday

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel 

Rating: E (eventually)

Tags: canon typical violence, character death, kind of cuz you know, nothing really dies in Supernatural, smut, fluff, bit of angst

Summary: Sam was dead, Cas was lost forever, and Dean's entire world had been turned upside down in less than an instant. He was alone, again, a typical Winchester ending, but god damn if that was how he was going to leave it. He was going to get Sam back, he was going to get Cas back, and he was going to fix everything that had fallen apart, and now he was going to do it all with twin babies and the king of hell back on his side. Season sixteen… here we go.

Special Thanks: I was also just like to say a HUGE thanks to @thebridgekid who read this like ten times for me, and also for constantly listening to me rant and rave about this fic on an endless basis. Also for coming up with the most awesome name for this fic! Love you <3<3<3

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Chapter one:

     Heaven. It had changed since the last time Dean was here, it was almost… better. Not perfect, but better. Back before Jack had taken over heaven, before it was one size fits all, Dean had always imagined what his perfect heaven would be. Afterall, being a hunter and having a below average lifespan as they usually did, one had to plan for these things. And in his mind his heaven truly was perfect. It was him sat on the couch, holed up in the bunker with a cold beer in hand, Doctor Sexy reruns on the tv, Sam in the chair next to him and Cas… Cas settled against his side on the couch, watching Dean's favourite cheesy soap opera with a content smile on his lips, their hand clutched tightly between them. 

     The three of them finally together, happy, that was all he had ever wanted. But now that wasn't the case. He was still with the people he loved, all together in one big jumbo heaven. Bobby, Ash, Ellen, everyone they had ever lost was there, even his parents, and don't get him wrong he was happy for it but it was lacking. The two people who meant most to him in his life, the only two people who could ever make his heaven as perfect as he had always hoped it would be, weren't there. 

     All his life he had been told that heaven would be where everything was made better. No more pain, or suffering, or misery, but of course it would always be different for a Winchester. Despite being happy for Sam, watching him from above grow old and happy with a family of his own. Married with a kid, white picket fence and all. It was all he had ever wanted for Sam, and that filled him with joy. But his heart still ached for Cas, for words unsaid, regrets and missed opportunities. Not to mention the fact that since that horribly fated day, as far as he knew Cas was still in The Empty. Locked away for all of eternity, all to save his ass so he could die in a horrible rush of rage not two days later. And in the end, they never even got to be together, not even in Heaven. And it hurt him even more deeply to know that if Cas knew what he had done, he would be disappointed in Dean, disappointed that his sacrifice was all for nothing. He couldn't even do what Cas wanted, he couldn't bear to live without the angel even though it was Cas's last wish that he did. 

     He tried asking Jack for help. Once he had gotten his bearings and put his thoughts back together after dying, he had gone to Jack and asked if he could bring Cas back. Use his powers to get him out of The Empty and bring his angel back to him. But Jack had only returned to Dean in Heaven with a solemn look and a shake of his head. If Jack couldn't bring him back then what hope was there. And so, for the most part, Dean walked Heaven with a heavy heart. 

     Sure, Bobby tried to cheer him up, saying things like, “You're brother will be here soon enough, boy, don't you worry.”

     And his mom was always there with a waiting hug, which helped for a little while. But no matter what, none of it would ever be able to take away not only the longing for something he didn't have and could never have, but the weighing guilt at the knowledge that the reason he didn't have it was all his fault. Because he couldn't say it out loud, couldn't bear to let out his true feelings after all these years, only to lose Cas seconds later. But that didn't make up for the years of waiting before all that. For nearly twelve years Dean could have had Cas in every way he wanted, but he was too cowardly to make the first move, and in the end he lost everything. So far Heaven wasn't turning out to be all it was cracked up to be.

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     Dean wandered the bustling streets of Heaven, walking the same route he walked most every day since he arrived there, and came to the large two story house in the center. Once inside he sauntered through the endless white halls, passing by happy couples and families reunited. Though he did feel happy for them, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous as he forced a smile as he passed them. It was for this reason that for the most part he walked the halls with his head down every time he came here. If he didn't look at them or make eye contact he didn't have to feel that constant, gnawing monster at the pit of his stomach. The always growing dread of knowing that no matter what, he could never have the one person he truly loved, the one person he so badly wanted to share this heaven with. It sat harder in his gut with every passing day he spent watching the happy couples pass him by. So he tried as best he could to stay invisible. 

     His steps picked up as he walked faster through the halls, and eventually came to large double doors at the end. Without even so much as a falter in his step, he pushed his way through the doors and walked in without even knocking. He closed the doors behind him and took a second to breath in deep before turning and walking into the room.

     “The saviour of Earth shouldn’t have to walk the halls of Heaven so heavy, Dean.” Dean clenched his eyes shut and took yet another calming breath, then turned to face Jack, “You have sacrificed yourself over and over for the world below, and even some of the people here. You should be happy, Heaven is a place where you should be happy.”

     “Yeah, well, the Winchesters have always been the exception, so why shouldn't I be miserable in Heaven? It would be weird if I wasn't.”

     Jack sighed and watched as Dean slowly walked over to stand beside him, “I can get you anything you want, Dean, anything that would make you happy just say the word and I will give it to you.”

     Without looking up at Jack he spoke, more like mumbled, “The one thing I want you already know you can't give me.” Jack just sighed again and looked away. They both knew that Sam would eventually join them in Heaven, that was only a matter of time, but Cas… he was gone. And even with Sam in Heaven when the time came, Dean wasn't sure he could ever be truly happy without Cas. But instead of lingering on the thought and feeding he hole in his chest even more, he stepped up to the large bowl of water Jack had sitting on his desk and leaned over it. “How’s Sam doing?”

     Jack came to stand beside him, looking into the water and seeing both of their reflections staring back at them. He waved a hand once over the bowl and their reflections disappeared, replaced by a vision of Sam. He was a little older than he had been when Dean left him, he could see the slight greys working their way through his still overly long hair. Dean smiled as he watched his little brother, finally happy, playing catch in the front yard with his son. This was the life he had always wanted for Sammy. 

     “He is happy, Dean,” Jack said from his side as if reading his thoughts, “he misses you, but he knows you're safe and waiting for him.”

     “And the kid?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the young boy.

     “Starts school in the fall. Sam is nervous to be leaving him, but he’ll be fine.”

     Dean smiled once more at the scene before him, then nodded and walked away. He stood in the center of the room, just taking a moment for himself until Jack's hand came to rest on his shoulder. "I wish there was some way I could help you, Dean, some way I could make you happy. And I wish I could bring Castiel back but The Empty… it's impenetrable even for me. I'll keep trying but I don't know if it will ever work. I'm sorry, Dean."

     "It's not your fault, kid," he answered, finding his hand aimlessly running up his arm and finding that spot again. That spot on his shoulder that always burned, where Cas had grabbed him to pull him out of Hell all those years ago. "But you have enough to worry about, running Heaven and all, so don't you worry about me or my happiness. It's the last of your problems, kay, kid." 

     "I worry about you all the time, Dean, I worry about all those under my wings. So your happiness is always one of my top priorities."

     "Kid," Dean squeezed the now invisible handprint on his shoulder before turning to be face to face with Jack, "it's sweet that you worry, but you'll never be able to change it no matter what you do. I just… I can't live without Cas. Since the day he pulled me out of Hell I've never been able to be without him. I'm sorry, Jack, but that fact’s not going to change."

     "Dean, I-" Jack stopped dead as the entire room started to shake with a screech that had them both falling to their knees covering their ears. Dean turned to look at Jack beside him, shouting over the all too familiar deafening noise, "This you?!"

     "No!"

     "Then who-" The screeching got louder, the high pitched whine ringing violently in Dean's head, and after a blinding flash of light covering them both in a white glow, it stopped just as fast as it had started. 

     Dean took a second to gather himself, hoping that the ringing in his ears would go away already, but slowly he pushed himself to his feet to take in the room. It would be the understatement of the millennium to say that he was beyond pissed when he realized just what had happened. 

     "You!" He growled out. 

     "Hello, Dean."

     "You're dead, you son of a bitch!" His whole body was shaking, fists clenched at his side's. 

     "Oh, Dean, you should know by now, after all this time, you can't kill God."

     Dean felt the rage build up inside him, bubbling over, encompassing him. "You mean to tell me that you've been alive all this time, and when the world went to hell you just sat back and watched?!" Chuck just stood in place, smirking at Dean as he went on, "You're supposed to be our saviour. Almighty and merciful God, tucked tail and ran when things got a little too hard."

     “That's enough, Dean. I didn't give the world free will just to stand over it and fix every little mistake that you make.”

     “Little mistake?” He asked in disbelief, slowly inching forwards, “You call the Apocalypse a little mistake? Lucifer rising a little mistake? Leviathans? Abbadon? How are any of those things classified as a little mistake?! How could you just sit and watch as the world, your world, burned to the ground?!”

     “Dean-” he warned, but was cut off.

     “You're just another a-typical absent father. You threw your children to the world and when they needed you the most you gave them a real big screw you!”

     “Enough!” Chuck raised a hand and suddenly Dean found himself frozen in place along with Jack. He couldn't move, arms tucked tightly at his side, feet planted. “I didn't come here to have you think you know better then me. I came here to talk and you are going to listen.”

     Dean struggled against Chuck's hold on him, but didn't say anything more and waited for him to continue. 

     “I came here to tell you, both of you, that I'm done.” Dean turned his head to look over at Jack, both confused, then back to Chuck. 

     “You're what?”

     “I'm done, Dean,” he repeated with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “You may not think it, but I've given more of myself to this world then you will ever know, and I don't wanna do it anymore. No more chasing after my children, no more fixing their mistakes, no more saving you or anyone else. And after everything I've done for you and your brother, you are going to help me.”

     “I owe you nothing!”

     “Actually,” he shrugged his bottom lip, “by my count you owe me at least a couple dozen lives.”

     Dean snarled his lip and grunted, still trying to break those bonds.

     “So here’s how it's going to happen, I’m going to kill myself.

     “What?!” Both Dean and Jack looked to him with a mix of intense emotions, “You can't-”

     “You may not be able to kill me, Dean, but I can. And that's exactly what I'm going to do,” he moved to be a little closer to Dean, “well, kind of. See, while you've been up here living this odd little somber Winchester fantasy, Amara and I have been contemplating our existence. Everything we've done over the millions of years we've been alive, and we've both decided it's time. So in a way we are both going to be ending our lives, but we've decided that we want to live one more lifetime before we go, as the very humans I created. One more lifetime together as brother and sister before we let it all go and retire upstairs. Jack’s doing fine running Heaven on his own, so it's time. But before I do all that, I need to restore reality which means you can't stay up here anymore. It's time for you to go back down to Earth where you belong, Dean.”

     “Where I belong?! I'm dead, I died fighting those vamps.”

     “Dean, Dean, Dean,” he chided as he stepped forwards again, “delved so deep into your love for your brother that you don't know what's actually going on here, do you? Think back, Dean, think back to that fight, to the vamps and what actually happened.”

     Dean did, he thought back as hard as he could. To that night with Sam and the vamps. Fighting them, saving the kids… his anger, his rage, his loss. It was the only thing that took over his mind, the only thing besides dying that he could remember. So he looked back up at Chuck.

     “Here, let me help you.” He took the final step towards Dean and placed two fingers on his forehead, sending his head lulling back as the memories of that fateful night came rushing back to him, and not the memories that he had thought were true all this time. 

      He saw the vamps, the nail on the wall, and Sam… shoved up against it slumped forwards, dead in his arms. He felt the rush of pain, a second shot of loss as he cradled Sam in his arms, and the gut punched feeling as he came back out of the memory and realized that it was all a lie. “All coming back to you now, Dean, turning any wheels?”

     “Sam…”

     “You see, Dean, it wasn't you who died, it was Sam.”

     Dean's eyes finally focused back, staring Chuck down as he made his best attempt to lunge at him despite the spell, “You son of a bitch! What did you do to me?!”

     “Think of it like a Djinn dream,” he smirked, “I only gave you what you wanted, what you asked for.”

     “I never asked for this!”

     “Actually, yes you did, that very night when Sam died.” Chuck scoffed, almost laughed at Dean's confusion. “When you saw Sam die that night, you prayed to ‘whatever being may still be out there’ to save your brother one last time. ‘Take me instead’, you said, and I figured I owed you one. So I did what you asked, I kept Sam alive and brought you here, to Heaven with Jack and all the people you've loved and lost in the past, but none of it's real Dean. Well, Heaven’s real, but Sam’s life on earth isn't, it's all in your head, Sam’s happiness is just a vision.”

     “How is it not real?! I've seen Sam!” He screamed, his voice almost sounding distant. “He’s… he's married, has a kid, a son. He’s starting school in the fall, he's… he’s…”

     “Not real, Dean,” he shook his head with a sympathetic smile, “I made all of it up, Sam's life, his wife, his kid. You've only been seeing what I wanted you to see, what I thought you wanted to see, what I thought would make you happy. I really tried my best, put everything I had behind this one, but I've come to realize over the years that no matter what I do or how hard I try, I will never be able to make a Winchester truly happy.”

     “If… if this is all fake, then where's Sam?”

     “He's still in the same place he was when you last saw him.” Dean's eyes went wide and Chuck lifted his hands. “Not as you think, I didn't leave him to rot down there. I froze all time on Earth.”

     “You stopped time?!”

     Chuck nodded, “For the last four years time has stood still. No one’s moved or aged or even breathed since the night you prayed for Sam to be saved. And I used that time to reevaluate my life, both Amara and I actually have. And I think time’s stood still long enough. It's time for me to stop thinking about the happiness of the entirety of my creation and start thinking about my own happiness."

     "Your happiness?! What about Sam's happiness?!" He nearly screamed, "After everything he's done for you, you're just going to let him die?!"

     "Do you really think this would be Sam's perfect vision of happiness? Do you honestly think Sam would be happy without you?!" He laughed, "That's why I always thought this little wish of yours was the equivalent of a teenage fanfiction, rainbows, puppies and kittens, you know. So very not Dean and Sam Winchester at all."

     Dean just glared at him as he continued, "Of course Sam wouldn't ever be happy down there without his big brother right by his side. He wouldn't stop hunting, or trying to find a way to bring you back. You two are way too attached to ever be able to live any sort of life without each other, it's a joke really to think otherwise. I believe Zachariah once described it as "erotically codependent"."

     "You dumb son of a bitch! Let me go and leave Sam out of this!"

 "I'm sorry, Dean, but I have to send you back." Though Dean was certain he wasn’t even the least bit sorry, for any of it, "I need to restore reality, put you on Earth where you're supposed to be, and bring Sam up here where he’s supposed to be. Restore natural order. It's the only way that Amara and I can live our one last life as humans. And you, Dean, you will help us do that. After all I've done for you over the many years, it’s time you owed me. Time to go back to reality now, Dean.”

     “No,” he pulled back from Chuck's outstretched hand again as much as he could, “no, you selfish son of a bitch, I don't wanna go back! I want to stay here so Sam can be happy and alive down there. Switch us!”

     “I can't do that, Dean, order has to be restored, and that means you down there and Sam up here,” he slowly inched even closer, “Sam will be fine, I promise.”

     “No, don't send me back! Don't send me back! No!”

     Chuck's fingers finally touched Dean's forehead, the room was filled in a blast of bright white light, and that was the last thing he saw before everything went dark. 

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     When the white finally faded and he was able to open his eyes again, Dean found himself back in that barn. He sat up and slowly looked around. The bodies of several vamps scattered at his feet, and to his left…

     He pushed himself over to his knees and scurried over to where Sam was laying on the ground. "Sam!" He lifted him up, shaking him, but the slick slide of the blood covering his back had Sam falling out of his grasp and back to the ground. 

     He lifted his red stained hand and stared at it in horror, this couldn't be happening! This couldn't be real. But the cold touch of Sam's skin on his other hand as he searched for a pulse he couldn't find, told him otherwise. This was it, this was reality, real. It was all real. Sam was dead, Chuck had fabricated everything he had thought was real for the last four years, and he was sobbing as he pulled Sam's limp body against his. 

     "Sam, don't… don't leave me, don't go," he choked, "I've lost Cas, I can't lose you too. Sammy, please-"

     But of course Sam didn't answer, didn't move, then Dean had a thought. "Jack! Jack, I need your help! Please!"

     The whoosh of wings hit Dean's ears and suddenly Jack was standing in front of him, looking at the scene before him with just as much horror as Dean. 

     "Can you fix it?!" He practically begged, desperate. 

     Jack walked over and knelt down, touching Sam's forehead. His hand glowed where it was rested on Sam's skin and Dean waited, holding his breath, but nothing happened. Sam remained lifeless, limp in his arms, cold. 

     "Nothing happened," he searched Jack's face for an answer, some kind of explanation as to why Sam was still dead, but Jack just shook his head, at as much of a loss as Dean was. 

     "I'm sorry, Dean, it… I can't do anything. It won't work."

     "What do you mean it won't work?! You're God now, fix this! Fix him!"

     "I can't," he whispered, "I'm sorry."

     Before Dean could say anything more, Jack started to fade before him, almost glitch. "What are you doing?"

     "It's not me," he shook his head looking at his hands, "I'm being forced back. Dean I-"

     And he was gone. Dean was alone again, Sam was still dead, he didn't know what to do, he felt like he could barely breathe let alone come up with his next step. 

     Then the sound of crying caught his attention and pulled him out of the dark hole in his mind, and had him instantly on guard. Still clutching tightly to Sam he turned to look behind him. No one was there, the barn was empty, but then it happened again. The crying, and then… he looked down towards the ground. 

     He gently laid Sam down and slowly pulled himself towards the two small objects now a few feet away from him. He lifted the covers and in the two small car seats in front of him he found exactly what he was afraid he would find. Two babies, two new born babies, a little boy and a little girl both staring back at him. And inside the baby boy’s carseat there was a brown envelope with the words 'Attention Dean Winchester' on the front. He took the envelope and reached a hesitant hand inside to pull out the documents. And after he slowly and carefully read the first paper all he could do was just stare at these two little babies in front of him, Sam behind him, and try not to throw up as the hole in his stomach got infinitely bigger with every second. What was he supposed to do now? 

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A/N: So.... There’s chapter one! I hope you all like it so far! Please let me know what you think, and if anyone wants to be added to the tag list just let me know <3

Tags: @thebridgekid @frostingsfics @sunshineandwings86 @j2mslittlebitch @b-e-d-e-l-i-a @ninpendo @nguyenxtrang @toomuchheartcas

there it is, finally! the list of my favourite hl fics of All Time.

disclaimer: some of these i have read only once and forever ago, but i’ve got them saved in a folder, and i vaguely remember them Meaning something to me when i read them, but basically -- if you read something from this list and end up not enjoying it, sorry not sorry! i operate on nostalgia sometimes, it’s possible i wouldn’t be that into some of them now, too, but whatevs!

i made myself stick to one work per author, otherwise this would be endless, but if an author’s nickname is bolded, it means i’ve had the time to read all of their works, and recommend them all.

i’m fairly certain i’m forgetting stuff (especially those stories that i’ve never saved/bookmarked), so i’ll try to keep this updated fairly regularly -- whenever i remember an old fave, or fall in love with something new. i’ll make sure to reblog this post then.

the order is completely random. this is a list where every work carries equal significance, even if not always for the same reasons. it was supposed to be alphabetical, but turns out i’m far too lazy for that. (shocker.) i took the liberty of shortening some of the original summaries, because this post is going to be Too Long anyway. rip.

enjoy! hopefully.

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blackjacks running down my back | sequel by dangerbears (+ lj) (~10,000) 

AU. university stuff. best friend stuff. music stuff. sappy stuff.

try to not remember (rather than forget) by hereforlou (59,602)

He hadn’t left, but that’s what it had felt like most of the time. Just as if one day Harry had up and left him.

(Or, the one where Harry wakes up.)

Like Real People Do by moodlighting (58,469)

Harry is Louis' soulmate but Louis isn't Harry's - it takes Harry a while to figure it all out.

a prayer for which no words exist by Eliane (34,313)

Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time.

Who Painted the Moon Black by throughthedark (requires an ao3 account) (95,697)

“People died,” Harry whispers so quietly Louis strains to hear. “People died, and I killed some of them. How does life just go on after something like that?”

Louis shakes his head. “I don't know. It just does.”

hold on to your stars before they fade by adelagia (31,740)

The first time they meet, it is sunrise, and Harry is naked.

(Or, the one where Harry is a lost fairy, and Louis takes him in.)

Lambing Season by HelloAmHere (24,544)

“Shut up,” Louis says, an involuntary grin tugging at his mouth. It’s not every boy who will stand in the middle of a cold barn in a suit and play musician trivia. “I’m Louis.”

//lambing season brings sleep deprivation, noisy alarms, cold barns, demanding animals, and warm strangers.

Wild And Unruly by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (123,655)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy (149,570)

A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

the dead things we carry by MediaWhore (25,316)

“Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?”

There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

i believe him when he tells of loving me by bitterlee (28,894)

louis doesn't remember harry. harry takes him home.

Come Along With Me by darkofthenights (28,032) (requires an ao3 account)

An AU where Harry is a magician and Louis doesn't believe in such a thing.

Dust Off My Wings by eravain (19,882) (+ download)

AU where the boys are cottage neighbours, Louis develops an obsession with the mysterious boy next door, and the end of summer is really just the start of everything else.

Boys of Summer by sharktoothedfawnskinned (49,545)

What he wants is for this to be a forever thing, not someplace Harry spent the summer once.  What he wants is for this to be more than a memory.

(New Jersey beach town AU.)

ever ever after by hattalove (22,645)

“Happily ever after, huh?” he can’t help asking, in a voice that’s softer than he’d like. Harry seems to sense the fragility of the moment. He settles down, containing the excited flailing of his hands, and mirrors Louis’s position. “Of course,” he says. “Don’t you have those here?” Louis bites his lip. “M’ afraid not. It doesn’t really work out that way for most people.”

or, an enchanted AU. sort of.

heroes of the orange skies by queenmcgonagall (30,656)

Louis likes bathroom walls and Sharpies, Harry likes metal, Zayn likes Liam and Liam likes Zayn, Niall is wise, and they all go to the zoo.

Empty Skies by green_feelings (134,048)

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream -- making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He's still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

nocturne in silver and blue by tinyweirdloves (97,594)

louis is a fallen star and harry brings him home. told over the course of fourteen years.

life does not go backward, nor does it tarry in yesterday by bottomlinsons (4568)

Louis and Harry are Knights of the Round Table and Camelot has a dragon problem. (Arthurian AU)

In This Light by exhilarated (99,234)

Harry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

our little corner of the world by brownheadedstranger (29,913)

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom's diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

Every Arrow That I Aim Is True by estrella30 (24,890)

Louis doesn’t say anything again so Harry whispers, “Just stay here with me for a while, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”

Louis is quiet. He never picks his head up, but Harry can see the pillow move from where he’s nodding and his fingers tighten around Harry’s. “Yeah,” Louis says. “Yeah, all right.”

i'm not calling you a liar (just don't lie to me) by hazmesentir (33625) (requires an ao3 account)

Louis can't stop lying. Harry runs a farm. Somehow, he squeezes the truth out of him.

An Eternal Enigma by goldenquill (67,478) (+ download)

Louis is a reluctant king with a head full of fairy tales, and Harry is an emotionally challenged musical prodigy. Zayn is a hopelessly romantic painter, Liam is the castle’s resident ghost with sporadic amnesia, and Niall is the accidental head of the kingdom’s most prevalent spy ring. Very loosely based on the lives of Ludwig II of Bavaria and Richard Wagner.

all my love was down in a frozen ground by navigator (16,033)

Louis goes to the woods.

AU very loosely inspired by the creation of Bon Iver's first record.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner (38,586)

“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I'd be in the same spot in every possible universe.

or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

take my hand (and my heart and soul) by bananasandboots (45,623)

"I – yeah. Hi," Louis finally answers, slowly, awkwardly. "I um. Sorry. I heard about your accident. You're alright?"

Or, the one where Harry hasn't spoken to his best friend in sixteen months and can't remember why.

These Inconvenient Fireworks by wontsitstill (190,000) (+ download)

Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one another eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas (49,276)

when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

Harry Styles Cooks... by sunsetmog (ongoing)

In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker.

Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.

101 Uses For Dragon Eggs by colazitron (42,249)

Louis just got back from a three week assignment yesterday and today was only supposed to be paperwork he needs to do to finish that up, before he was going to leave early and enjoy the weekend. And then Zayn, the traitor, emailed him about a bloke who was rumoured to have found a dragon egg and apparently live tweeting the whole thing.

Don't Want Shelter by FullOnLarrie (ongoing)

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families' old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

Escapade by dolce_piccante (requires an ao3 account) (146,241) (+ download)

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

Whether Clouds or Clear Skies by onewasturning (25,861)

“Harry,” Louis says, “last night I had an experience bordering on profound.”

“You’re making it sound like you did something sexual with my muffin,” Harry says.

Or, Louis gets into the habit of stealing baked goods while Harry’s busy keeping tabs on the weather.

the dead of july by whimsicule (117,446)

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

In the Clear by aclosetlarryshipper (80,751)

After Princess Gemma and her fiance Niall are captured by the witch from across the land, Harry and Louis are forced on a journey together to save them.

Featuring Lumberjack Liam, Magical Zayn, unsolicited tattoos, and untangling the past.

Also known as The Larrietale.

a house built out of stone by robpatFF (22,486)

Louis has a used bookshop and Harry has a habit of claiming things that don't belong to him.

out of the blue corner by fallingaway (85,422)

Louis is a boxer banned because of doping. Harry is a journalist following the story.

with your love we could breathe underwater by luminescents (28,542)

Harry’s brow furrows, a look of confusion spreading over his face. “But I am real. I exist, see,” he says, raising a hand out of the water and wiggling his fingers at Louis.

AU where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a human, and they both discover a lot more than they anticipated.

dancing in the dark by clairdeloune (74,709)

Harry comes out and it brings more than he's expected.

Untangle Me by suicxne (103,000) (requires an ao3 account)

Or the one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.

California Sold by isthatyoularry (123,536)

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

you came into my life by disgruntledkittenface (57,180)

When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

like cabbages and kings by you_explode (60,875)

When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland.

Loyal Knight and True by rainbowninja167 (51,569)

Oh, Harry thinks, mouth open on a silent gasp. This is how it happens.

In contemporary Oxford, Harry Styles and Niall Horan run a magical bookshop, unbowed by an entire academic establishment that insists magic doesn't even exist.

for now (and forever) by orphan_account (sadly can’t remember the actual author) (83,283)

"Listen to yourself," Harry laughs, shaking Louis' shoulders. "Don't you think it's a bit weird to con the country you're supposed to be serving?"

Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there's nothing like a little identity fraud between friends.

Say You'll Remember by whisperdlullaby (93,521)

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor (46,173)

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Battle Cry by Velvetoscar (21,377)

Harry's got a heart, a soul, and a band. And with that, obviously, comes a future paved in great success, right? So all he has to do is win the Battle of the Bands, right? Simple.

What's not so simple is the fact that Louis Tomlinson is his biggest competition. And also happens to be made of everything that Harry's ever wanted.

Take Me Where I Cannot Stand by LoadedGunn (13,988)

Harry can agree that being husbands in space presents some challenges. Sometimes they have to escape mindless cannibals, sometimes they're being held hostage, sometimes Louis doesn't want Harry to get pregnant, and sometimes someone slips on a banana peel. But that's all part of the fun, isn't it? They could have been juggling geese.

(Firefly AU where Harry and Louis are co-pilots in life.)

Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches by tomlinsunshine (87,020) (requires an ao3 account)

Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

you're an egg if im an egg by giraffesaretall (1252)

au where one direction are eggs.

World burn

(I might've stolen the name from the song)

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Once upon a time there was a boy who had a mother who loved him. Lover him more than the sun loves the sky and the moon loves the stars. Then, the mother died. Bleeding and falling and crashing and burning. She left him that day. Her boy, her beautiful, beautiful boy. She hadn't even known him, really. Not truly. But she didn't have to, he was her son, and that's all that mattered. 

Her boy grew, as boys do. First he was a toddler, small and unknowing. So ready to face a world burdened with fear and sorrow. He'd known nothing then, but he wanted to learn. 

Then, he was a child. So far have I come from being a toddler, the boy thought. How grown I am. He was a pale boy. Thin and tall and dark and pale. So very, very pale. But he was beautiful. Oh so beautiful, just as his mother had said. 

He was different from the other children; colder, harsher, quieter. A mystery to all but himself. Strange things happened around the boy, things unexplainable by nature. Missing things and broken things and dead things. All seen by the eyes of the other children and caused by that cold, sharp, angular child. 

The adults didn't know what to do with him. They never had. He scared the other children, and themselves if they were being honest. Secretly they wished that someone would take him away. But that would never happen. Who would want this boy? This tall, cold, brilliant, mysterious child. No, they were stuck with him, they agreed. Ah, well, They'd said. He'll be gone soon enough. 

Then one summer, a miracle happened. Someone wanted the boy! He was an odd man, all sharp suits and curious smiles. With a sparkle in his eyes that could've been kindness or danger. Any normal person wouldn't hand a child off to a random stranger. But they weren't normal people and he wasn't a normal boy, so they handed him over. 

There was a catch, though. He'd have to return every summer until he was old enough to leave for good. Fine, the adults had said. That's ever so fine. And so they left, the angular boy and the mystery man. And they wouldn't be back until the summer.

Straight away the man had seen something off about the boy. He liked pain, relished it, actually. But not his own pain, other's pain. He liked to watch them suffer. We can fix this, the man thought. I can fix this. All I need is some time.

The boy adapted well to his new home, and people adapted well to him. He was loved and feared. Revered as a god but still recognized as a student. "What a delightful child," people would say. "Why yes, he is," others would agree.

Time went on and the boy grew. No longer a child was he, but a man. Powerful and sure of himself. And yes, even more handsome than before. He was sixteen when he learned the truth about his family. When he discovered where he truly came from. His past was filled with lies and haunted by ghosts he didn't know he had. Threads of deceit that had been woven together to paint a pretty picture. But those threads were thin and frail. If you pulled on one the rest would come crashing down. 

He wanted them to come crashing down; to unravel at his feet. For those who'd wronged him to burn and fall like they'd caused his mother to. So he plotted and schemed and created a plan. The boy who loved pain was finally able to inflict some.

He'd struck fast. Bright flashes and heavy screams. There one moment and gone the next. No one really figured out how he'd done it. That he'd done it. How three people had ended up dead in their house without rhyme or reason. The boy was proud of his work. Yet he wasn't satisfied. He wanted more-- needed more. And more he would have. 

Years passed and the boy became a man. Gone were the days of returning to his "home" during the summer. He'd gathered a mass of followers that enjoyed the same things he did. They craved the screams of others, and rejoiced in the feeling of another's life in their grasp. He could have anything he wanted-- almost anything. 

There was one who stood in his way. The man. The same one who had whisked him away so long ago. Who had kept a watchful eye on him ever since. If he could convince him, he could convince anyone. The man was not swayed, however. That careful twinkle in his eye seeing through the boy's facade. He cast him away, vowing to do everything in his power to stop him. 

It does not matter, the boy thought. I do not need his approval. So be raised hell. Toppling buildings and kingdoms built on lies. Ruling in a world perfectly tailored to himself. 

Then, he fell. Hard and fast. Burning, just like his father before him and his mother him. Nobody knew exactly what had happened to the boy. Only that many had sacrificed to bring him down. None more than a small boy. An infant. An impossible occurrence. I'll be back, be thought. And I'll destroy that boy just as he destroyed me. 

And so he returned. Gone was the beautiful boy of his youth. Replaced by something-- something more terrible. An empty shell of what used to be a man. But he was alive, and that's that mattered. His next plan-- one that he'd plotted and schemed, just like he used to as a child-- was to kill those who had once again wronged him. 

He started first with the man. Marred by old age, and weary from wars. Oh how he fell. If only he'd been there to see it himself. To watch as he fell to the ground, broke and twisted. That idiotic gleam to his eyes sunffed out. 

Next were the man's accomplices. All those people who had followed him. Who had dared defy the boy. One by one they fell, like fruit from a dying tree. Culminating in a final battle where he'd watch them all submit or die. Die in the he ever truly called home. 

There was a problem, however. A child, not so different from himself. Smart and abandoned, yet never alone. Thwarting him at every turn. Beating him in an endless game of cat and mouse. But not anymore. Tonight he'd watch him fall. And fall he did. Hidden deep inside a dark forest, alone and with no protectors. 

Finally he was free. Free of all the nuances and small burdens he'd endured. Free to live and rule as he pleased. 

But nothing is ever as it seems, and that child he'd killed, had survived.  No matter, he could kill him again. Hunt him down and bring him to his knees. Watch the lights fade to black as he kills him. 

The battle began, wands raised and ready. The slow light of the rising sun behind him. Two boys, both abandoned and betrayed. Dark haired and sharp features. One green and one red. So similar and yet so different. Two opposite pulls on the universe. Drawn together by chance and prophecy. "Neither can live while the other survives." 

He knew, yes, he knew. And he would be the one to survive. The defiant green eyes boy would finally die like those who had perished for him. 

They were frozen in time as they faced one another. Stopped as they raised their wands at each other. 

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

They met in the middle. Light shimmer and popping, both trying to drive the other back. It should've been working, he should've been winning. 

Instead the light turned on him. A jet of brilliant red and gold and green forcing its way towards his. Then, he was cracking. Splintering and cracking and then shattering like broken glass. An empire forged in fire and bathed in fear crashing down around him. 

I'm burning, be realized. Just like all those before me. Like the mother I never knew and the father I killed. His father. His namesake. He'd always hated his name. So common, so...simple. So unlike the boy he was-- the man he is. That's why he'd chosen a new name. The flight of death, it means. But he couldn't flee from this. There was no safeguard. Only death and emptiness and fire. So. Much. Fire. 

"Call him, Tom," his mother had said. "Like his father, I know he will look just like his father." And he had, hadn't he? The same hatred and cruelty instilled in his father was present in him. The one person he'd spent so long trying to escape was who he inevitably became. 

In his last moments he realized something. No matter who he had killed or what he'd destroyed, he would still be that same dark haired boy from the orphanage. No, not Lord Voldemort, but Tom Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle, he thought. Then in a swirl of fire and a haze of smoke, he was gone.

Conversations with Dead Planets

                                                  Cassie

My name is Cassie.

The last name doesn't matter. Hadn't mattered for nearly three years. For three years, my friends and I had fought a secret war against the Yeerks, a parasitic alien race that took control of your body by entering through your ear and wrapping itself around your brain. They could be in anyone: your parents, your mailman, your teacher anyone. We called them Controllers. The only way we had been able to fight them was through Andalite technology that gave us the ability to morph into any animal we touched. I had been a dolphin, a horse, a orca. It was amazing. The battles… not so much. My friends and later the younger brother of the Andalite who gave us the power became the Animorphs.

The technology that gave us this power had been lost until a kid named David found the blue box. We gave David the ability to morph and he was one of us until he betrayed us and we had to take care of him. The morphing power was our only advantage against the Yeerks. That and the fact that until very recently they didn't know who we were. They had thought we were rogue Andalite bandits. When they found out that we were human, we had to get our families out. We were successful...except for Jake our leader. We had been too late to get his family out and his brother Tom, who had been a Controller since the very beginning, infested his own parents. None of the Yeerks had the ability to morph except for one: Visser One, the only Yeerk who had ever taken an Andalite host and with it the power to morph. Until now. Because of me.

In our most recent battle, in an effort to stop Jake (my sorta boyfriend) from killing his brother Tom I had allowed Tom to get away with the blue box. I don't know why, I just knew that I couldn't let Jake kill his own brother. After all that we had been through, the countless battles, the countless deaths, this last one seemed to monstrous for even us. I couldn't let Jake do it. So in order to stop him I had bit him while I was in my wolf morph, resulting in Jake hitting me across the face… as a tiger. With tiger sized paws. 

I knew why he had done it. Surprise. Anger. Now he could barely look at me. In his eyes I was a traitor. I wasn't so sure, but I knew that I didn't  want to be around him or any of the other Animorphs. When we got back to the free Hork-Bajir valley, I split off from the group, avoiding my best friend Rachel’s eyes as I headed for the tree line.

“Cassie!” I heard her yell as I ran further into the forest. As I ran, a certain picture floated to the top of my mind. I could feel my nails start getting thicker and longer as fur sprouted all around my body. Ax, our only actual Andalite member and the younger brother of the Andalite who had given us the morphing power, had told us that I was what the Andalites called an estreen, someone who could control how they morphed. When my friends morphed, it was not a pretty sight. Legs exploded out of them, eyeballs formed, beaks appeared on human faces. As the wolf whose DNA was apart of me rose out of my human body, near the end of it, I looked almost like one of those old Hollywood werewolves until the morph finished and I became a complete wolf. 

I ran, pushing my legs to the extreme as I ran away, jumping over fallen trees, making hairpin turns as I let the wolf take me over. I reached the top of a hill, coming to a dead stop as I let the moon wash over me, feeling the cool wind blow through my fur. 

Why had I done it? Why had I given Tom the morphing cube? With it, our only advantage was gone. If this fight had happened a few weeks earlier, we would have lost the cube before we ever created the Auxiliary Animorphs. 

The Auxiliary Animorphs. Another one of my ideas. When our backs had been up against the wall, when we needed more warriors, more Animorphs, we had the dilemma of not knowing who was or wasn't a Controller. We couldn't recruit our parents. They had to be kids. Kids thay the Yeerks would never touch. Kids that the Yeerks believed to be powerless. That's when I had the idea: we would recruit disabled kids. 

What was wrong with me? The Cassie that had entered this war would have never done this. When my father found out about this plan, he looked at me like I was a stranger, someone he didn't even recognize. To be completely honest? I wasn't so sure I recognized myself. I had done so many things in this war, killed so many people, all in the name of defending my planet. No one forced me to. No one held a gun against my head and told me I had to be an Animorph. That had been my choice. I had quit once, when I wasn't sure if I had killed a Hork-Bajir before or after Jake signaled the retreat. I could have ended it then. Been a normal girl again.

But then came Karen and Aftran. Aftran had been a Yeerk in the head of a little girl named Karen. She had found out our secret, and began stalking me. After a few days in the woods together, in exchange for Karen’s freedom, I agreed to morph a caterpillar permanently so long as Aftran never took another host again. See that's the drawback about morphing. If you stayed in the morph for more than two hours, you were stuck permanently. A nothlit. It had happened to Tobias, one of the members of our group, and it had happened to me. 

Why wasn't I still in the body of a caterpillar though? Well according to Ax, since the caterpillar naturally morphed into a butterfly, it reset the morphing clock, allowing me to escape the blind fate of the caterpillar. I eventually saved Aftran from the Yeerks themselves, giving her the power to morph as long as she chose one morph and stayed in it forever. She was still out there, swimming in the ocean as a humpback  whale.

She had finished her fight. I was still in it. As the Drode had once called me, I was Cassie, the Killer with a Conscious. What would I give if this stupid war had never happened, if my biggest problem in the world was still feeding the ducks their pills or wondering if Jake liked me back? I would give anything.

“Anything, you say?” a voice behind me drawled.

I turned around quickly, losing balance as my now human legs tangled around each other. When had I morphed back to human? 

“Who’s there?” I called into the forest, trying to peer into the darkness with my weak, human eyes.

“It is I Cassie. Do you not recognize me Cassie the hypocrite? Never a killer… except for when she is.”

Immediately goosebumps popped up all over my skin. Only one being had ever called me that.

“The Drode,” I said calmly, my terror hidden beneath my calm exterior.

“Yes, it is I,” it said, bowing before me with a flourish. “My master, the great and powerful Crayak heard your wishes and sent me down here to grant it. Unlike that meddling twit, the Elimist, the great and powerful Crayak can grant you what you most truly desire.”

   He began circling me, whispering to me all of my most secret desires.

“No more lies Cassie.”

“No more death Cassie.”

“No more wondering whether what you just did was right and wrong.”

“No more wondering whether Rachel will die in a future battle.”

“No more of Jake feeling like you betrayed him.”

My breathing was coming out rapid and shallow. Yes I wanted all of this. How many times had I woken up, a cold sweat covering my skin from the nightmares. From seeing Rachel, fierce, loyal, brave Rachel, devoured by Taxxons, not even in her human form. How many times had I lied to my parents and they never questioned it because to them I’m their sweet innocent Cassie. Or rather, I had been. Until very recently, I had lied to them almost every day for the past three years. 

My father thought I was a monster. I didn’t know if any of the other Animorphs had told him it was my idea to recruit James and the other disabled children. When we had left for that mission though, he had stared at me as if I was a stranger, no longer the sweet innocent Cassie. That Cassie had died the first time we went to the Yeerk pool. When I had taken my first life. I had been just thirteen. 

What if the Drode could do as Crayak promised? Change everything so this war never happened? So that Jake, a man trapped in the body of a sixteen year old boy, could grow up without the weight of the world hanging around his neck. Rachel would never have to feel as if we were using her to clean up our messes. David would have never happened. Marco would have grown up with his mother. Ax would still have his brother. Tobias--

Tobias. If the Yeerks never came to Earth, that would mean that Elfangor, Ax’s older brother and the one who gave us our powers and told us about the Yeerks, would have never come to Earth and he would have never met Loren, Tobias’ mother. Tobias would have never been born. I opened my mouth to protest. The Drode cut me off before one word even passed my lips. 

“Do not worry, Saint Cassie. Your feathered friend will still be born. The all powerful Crayak will see to it that the deceased prince becomes a nothlit. Tobias will have a loving father and mother and never want for anything. He will never know hardship, never be afraid, never wonder why his mother left him. He will be happy.”

I almost cried. When he had been human, Tobias was trapped in between two homes that had made it clear he would not be missed if he disappeared. As a matter of fact, when he had become a nothlit, Neither his aunt or uncle cared very much. I don’t think they even put in a missing persons report.  Didn’t Tobias deserve this? 

“Why did Crayak send you to me,” I asked, my voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t he go to Jake? I know he hates Jake, but Jake should be making this decision. Not me.”

The Drode smiled, his odd bird shaped head almost trembling with glee.

“Therein lies the catch, Horsewoman of the Apocalypse,” the Drode said, turning Marco’s one-off name for me into something cruel. “In order for Crayak to do this, Jake the Yeerk Killer must be sacrificed.”

The blood drained from my face. Jake wouldn’t be there. He would be dead. No. I would never let that happen. Jake was my-- I mean Jake was the one thing that made sense in this world. I lo--.

“And you must be the one to kill him.”

I turned on the Drode, my fist hurtling towards his face. Except that there was no fist. It was a paw, half morphed and quickly completing the transformation into full wolf.

“Before you say no Cassie the Hypocrite, let me show you something.”

The sky above me bloomed into images. I saw myself, my thirteen year old self, laughing, clinging onto Rachel’s arm as she dragged me across the mall, her eyes searching for the words “sale.”. Marco, funny Marco, pointing at me as his mother dragged him into their car, the words “tree-hugger” forming as his mom slammed the car door. 

“He’ll be by tomorrow Cassie,” Eva laughed, her eyes kind and empty of the harsh truths that the former Visser One had left her with. “Thank you again for tutoring him!”

Another image, this one of Tobias and I, bloomed. We were camping, his father telling my father and us about planets far away. Planets that held giant bladed gentle creatures who peeled and ate bark. Of carnivorous worms that ate everything in sight. Finally, with a gentleness in his eyes, he told us of four legged beings who had four eyes and a blade at the end of their tail. “Gentle creatures,” he seemed to say. “Kind of uppity, but in a lovable way.” I was the only one who noticed the tear slip out of his eye. 

“All of this could be real Cassie,” the Drode whispered in my ear. “You know what you have to do.” He waved his hand towards a dark spot in the clearing. 

Jake appeared. He seemed confused at first, scanning the area. Then he saw me. His eyes narrowed, his mouth twisting in an ugly snarl. 

“Cassie.”

<Get out of here Jake,> I said, my thought-speak filled with worry.

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to be anywhere near you,” he said, his voice filled with derision. 

<Jake. Please. Get out of here.> I could not stop the fear from entering my voice. 

He must have heard it because instantly his eyes softened, the boy general forgetting his current anger. For right now, he was my Jake again.

“Cassie? What’s wrong?” he said, his voice filled with concern.

“Casssssiiieeee… all of that can be yours. Just tear his throat out out. Don’t let him morph.” The Drode’s voice tangled all around me.

“Cassie,” Jake said again, this time dropping to the ground to be eye level with me. I could see the black stripes rippling across his features, his face bulging and eye color changing as he began morphing into the tiger I had seen him become so many times.His hand dropped as it became a paw. I felt that paw striking me across the face. His anger. 

“One life for everyone else. A free galaxy. No more slaves. No more Yeerks. Just kill Jake Berenson and all of this can be yours.”

Suddenly Jake was human again, frozen aside from his eyes, which looked around, the panic settling in his eyes. 

“KILL. HIM.”

Never. No matter what had happened between me and Jake, I could never kill him. I loved him. Nothing in this world was worth Jake’s life. Even if what the Drode promised was true, it came at too horrible a price. The price would be Jake’s life… and my humanity. 

In an instant I turned on the Drode, my jaws aching for his throat. He disappeared, his laughter filling my ears as Jake also disappeared. 

“Oh Cassie, too good for even her planet. One day soon you will wish for the great Crayak to offer you this again. When a friend falls in battle… you will wish for him. And he shall not appear. He will let you enjoy the spoils of your kindness.”

With a final laugh, his presence vanished. I demorphed, the cool winds rustling the trees. Nothing had changed. But Jake was still alive. And soon, this war would be over one way or another. As I stared at the sky above me, a Bug fighter flew across the crescent moon.

john is the one who sacrificed himself instead of mary/mary lives john dies/just mary raises sam and dean!AU

spoilers for the series in general. 

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(sorry this took so long. i’ve been pretty busy these last couple of weeks. and this turned out to be much longer than i thought it would be.)

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1. 

honestly, mary thought they were going to be all right.

the last fifteen-or-so years of following the winchesters’ exploits has led to the impression that the world is simply crawling with other-worldly creatures and paranormal experiences, but it wasn’t always like this. there was a time when you could hold down a ‘regular’ job, have a home and a family, and still be considered a Hunter. even the people who drifted from case to case worked maybe five or six in a year; often it took months to find and consolidate information, and sometimes even longer to recover from a bad hunt. paranormal attacks necessitating professional extermination were few and far enough in between that the general rule of thumb in the community was to treat every potential case initially as if it had a normal, ‘un-supernatural’ explanation. so by completely cutting ties with her hunting family, mary was reasonably confident that she could lead a normal life with john.

living with john... wasn’t easy; after the accident that took her parents’ lives and nearly took hers, he became even more closed-off than usual--prickly when provoked, and quick to reach for the bottle. this only seemed to worsen when sam was born--he seemed constantly on edge, drank more than usual, and rarely seemed able to hold a conversation with her while looking her in the eyes. this was the point where mary should’ve realised something was wrong, but she had a toddler and a newborn to take care of, virtually alone, and she had neither the capacity nor the time to follow up on vague misgivings.

besides, john always did come around. eventually.

the week leading up to john dying on the ceiling of sam’s nursery, cut open and burning, was filled with unseasonable weather--close and humid days giving way to spectacular lightning storms during the night. their tv--already a piece of junk, to be honest--seemed to be constantly on the fritz. john grew progressively more short-tempered.

still, mary didn’t think that--

that--

(he was so quiet when it happened. even with his guts spilling out of him and then set on fire, he only looked sad. resigned. mary thought she could stare at that sight till the stars went cold and still never understand why john didn’t say a single word.)

she stands now across the street from the burning wreckage that used to be her home, a wailing sam clutched to her chest while dean tries to hide himself in the folds of her nightgown. her eyes are burning from shock and the smoke, and she feels dangerously untethered to her body, like she’s watching all of this happen to somebody else. through it all, only one thought achieves any kind of clarity in the fog:

john knew this was going to happen.

2.

mary has all the puzzle pieces in place, but it takes her longer to put them together than it normally would, for a number of reasons. for one, it isn’t easy to detach herself from the immediate reality of the situation: that john, her john, is dead, gone up in flames with the life that she’d sacrificed everything to lead. on top of her grief, and dealing with the police, and curious neighbours, she needs to do something about sam and dean: it’s one thing being a single mother, and it’s quite another being a single mother who is also a Hunter. 

(and a whole another thing being a single mother, a hunter, and a campbell.)

she moves in temporarily with an aunt she hadn’t alienated completely when she decided to give up the hunting life. that aunt has two small children of her own, gwen and christian, and part of mary hopes that being with other kids his age would bring dean out of the shell that he’d slipped into after... after. mostly, she’s focussed on her aunt’s library and her extensive list of contacts in the hunting world; it’s been so long since she’s really gotten her teeth into a case.

another reason it takes so long is... well. demons are really, really rare, and a sign that you’re really, really fucked. when mary finally puts the patterns together and realises that they were omens, she is terrified. in her mind’s eye, all she can see is her father’s face from over a decade ago, returning from a rare exorcism. he was drenched in sweat and covered in flecks of blood, but it was the haunted look in his eyes that ensured she would never forget that night: he looked empty, utterly drained, like he’d lost a part of his soul. “i’m never doing that again, de,” he’d said to her mother. 

given what she’s put together here, the demon that killed john is so powerful that its kind hasn’t really been seen in centuries.

she leaves the next day with her children. dean is screaming and crying to stay with christian and gwen while sam just... cries, but all mary can think of is the dead look in her father’s eyes and john, burning.

3.

over the next several years, she moves around a fair bit, but always within a trusted network of hunters. she keeps the name campbell--it still carries some clout in the community. sam and dean grow up familiar with the hunting world, even if they don’t actively participate until they’re much older. dean loves it when they all come together for the bigger hunts; he networks so well with others and so quickly that mary can’t imagine he inherited that charm from either her or john. sam tends to ignore these gatherings, preferring to sit in a corner with his walkman and a book. mary doesn’t really begrudge his disinterest in the hunting life--but she often catches him engrossed in her books when he thinks nobody’s looking; hears him excitedly whisper to gwen about ‘revolutionising’ hunting by exposing the supernatural to the world; finds bizarre sketches of chimeras and otherworldly creatures with bright yellow eyes in his room. when she tries to talk to him about any of it, he becomes defensive and... opaque, in a way she definitely does not feel ready to deal with.

when sam and dean are together... well. they squabble like any pair of siblings would, but it’s when they work together towards a common goal that they astonish her. they come up with insights and ideas that remind her of cartoonish lab scenes--bright chemicals mixing in a beaker and producing something extraordinary with a flash-bang. it’s sam that comes up with the idea of making and selling protective talismans on their underground network and dean that works the logistics of it--painfully copying designs from sam’s research and carving and shaping and handling sales and distribution. they’re incredible together and sometimes mary thinks, traitorously, that they seem made for this life. for just a moment.

just a--

there was a time when they were much younger, and the grief and anger were still fresh and sharp, that she would watch them sleep huddled together, and think wistfully of all the hopes and dreams she’d had for her sons. this--a dingy room covered in maps and protection rituals, lines of salt at every windowsill and doorway, a paranoid insomniac with more weapons than common sense keeping watch--was exactly what she’d hoped to spare them from. the sharpness of that feeling faded over the years as she kept herself busy with a steep uptick in paranormal events and in researching the demon that had killed john. her boys, though sometimes different as night and day, seemed well-adjusted, all things considered.

even so, the day dean winchester, all of sixteen years old, picks up a sawed-off loaded with rock salt for the first time, eyes glittering with anticipation, mary can’t help but feel utterly defeated.

4.

(are you asking if mary campbell, an expert on demons who’s lost so much of her family to them, ever went to a crossroads, drunk and despairing and awash with grief?

well. she didn’t bury the box. she didn’t say the incantation. but she had them ready, and she wondered if this is what john had felt like--pushed, without consent, into a place where living with all the empty spaces in your head was more terrifying than having the devil stay there. where scrabbling in the dirt in your haste to sell your soul was vastly more preferable to having it eaten piecemeal by guilt.

she knelt in the dirt for nearly an hour before getting to her feet and back to her car. campbells moved on. campbells survived. and though it seemed like she’d spent half her life trying to run from that legacy, she was nothing if not a campbell, through and through.)

5.

a couple of weeks before sam’s sixteenth birthday, he comes to her one early morning, red-eyed and dishevelled, and tells her, mom i can’t sleep.

she stares at him, dumbfounded, for a few seconds, before instincts kick in and she’s trying to figure out what’s gotten her youngest to come to her like he’s hanging on by a thread. it turns out that he’s seeing things--horrible visions of strangers dying gruesomely--everytime he closes his eyes to sleep. it’s gotten so bad he’s barely slept in days. he went to dean first (and mary pretends she didn’t feel a jealous twinge in her chest at that) but nothing they’ve tried works.

mary tries to help her son as best as she can--on top of sleep hygiene she tries dreamcatchers and protective incantations from at least a dozen different cultures; she calls in favours with psychics who don’t manage to find anything. he still wakes up every night, a scream caught in his throat, sweat pouring down his heaving back. she even gives him a couple of sleeping pills from her stash, unable to stand the scalp-scrabbling, hair-pulling desperation in his bloodshot eyes anymore, the silent plea for her to do something, please mom, anything, please help me!

the pills work, but they are a temporary respite. sam collapses at the library one day, convulsing and screaming at nothing at all. he’s taken to the hospital and later admitted to the psychiatric ward; there, to her unending horror, they discover that he’s been cutting himself as well--a dozen newer cuts overlaying smaller, precise, white scars. it’s when dean says, i thought he’d stopped, that mary feels the full weight of what’s happened fall on her like a ton of bricks.

she thought they were doing okay in spite of everything, all the while her sons were suffering right under her nose.

sam was cutting open his own arms--

mary excuses herself to go be sick, but all she does is sit on the toilet lid, shaking, tears pouring down her face, trying to work herself down from a panic attack.

when she goes back to her son’s bedside, she’s made a decision.

sam is discharged with medication. it takes him a painfully long time to get used to them--alternating between being too strung-up to function and so conked out he’s a zombie--but they seem to be helping. he takes a year off school and dean a year off hunting, and they both go on a months-long roadtrip in john’s beloved impala. he looks much more relaxed when they return, and when he hugs her and tells her that he’s missed her, she feels like she’s been given a second chance.

after graduation, sam decides to go to college in new york, and mary and dean see him off with their blessing.

6.

four years later, sam misses his weekly check-in for the first time. just as mary and dean are starting to get worried, he calls her and says, in a choked whisper, “mom... jess--jessica’s dead.”

before she can really let the icy horror of that statement wash through her, he adds, “in a fire, pinned to the ceiling... mom, please. i don’t know what to do.”

mary does.

in a remarkably steady voice, she says, “i’ll be right there.”

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( send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it!  )

Pieces Of Us (2): Defend

Finally got the second installment of this series done! there's a little violence in this one but it's LEGO violence so it's not that bad XD" takes place in between the first and second movies~

           The Duplo wasn’t hard to miss. It was ginormous, with bright flashy colors covering its surface. But I wasn’t. I was carefully hidden among the buildings, watching its every move. It was terrorizing the people and destroying everything it decided it wanted to destroy. Jeez, this situation in Bricksburg was even worse than I thought. I mean, everybody was experiencing Duplo attacks, but the people of Bricksburg were hit by far the hardest, to the point where they had to adopt a whole new lifestyle centered around survival and constantly keeping the invaders at bay. But I had been training for this for over two years now.

           Ever since the first Duplo attack on Bricksburg, all I had wanted was to help fight off the invaders. If I couldn’t be a Master Builder, I felt I should at least contribute to the fight in some way or another. I had always struggled with finding my place in the world, and never felt like I fit in anywhere, so I felt that this would be my chance to finally make a name for myself. But since I was only sixteen at the time, I knew I had to finish school first. Thankfully, that gave me extra time to train and develop fighting skills. I did most of my weekend training in Gotham, since it seemed to be the only place out of all the realms that was devoid of Duplo attacks, and sometimes I was under the instruction of Batman himself. As a coach, Batman was strict and not very emotionally motivating, but he certainly knew his shit, so I was grateful to have him as a trainer. Also, he had a damn good taste in workout music.

           But I must admit that there was another reason I wanted to move to Bricksburg. And that reason’s name was Emmet Brickowski. I had already become fond of him in Cloud Cuckooland, but after getting separated from my dad during the raid and ending up alongside Emmet and Wyldstyle in the fight against Lord Business, I developed quite the crush on the heroic construction worker. I felt he was not all the negative things he initially described himself as; in fact, I found him much more brave, smart, skilled, and creative than he gave himself credit for. And even though he apparently lacked experience leading, I thought he was one of the best leaders I had ever seen in action. Never before had I seen someone corral a horde of Master Builders together the way he did. He had a strong voice, commanding but not cruel, and genuinely wanted to help. He had been torn from his old life and thrown into the ugly truth, adapted well, sacrificed himself and ended up gaining Master Builder abilities instead of dying, and saved the world—all without losing his kind-hearted character. And yet, he was completely humble about the whole thing, even saying that the prophecy was about everyone, not just himself. But what I admired most about him was his huge heart. Not once did he say anything bad about Lord Business, or anyone ever, and when the Duplos first came, he tried to make peace with them instead of jumping to fighting like everyone else wanted to do. It’s really no wonder why I fell for the guy. Though I didn’t really see him in the two years I trained, my heart still raced when I thought of him, and often wondered how he was doing. At the time, I thought it was just a silly schoolgirl crush, and that I’d surely wouldn’t feel much the next time I saw him. Boy how wrong I turned out to be…

           I quietly pulled my sword out from the holster on my back and began sneaking up on the Duplo. It was clearly more focused on thwarting the attacks from the citizens of Bricksburg. They were firing whatever they could at it—lasers, arrows, canons, you name it—but none of it affected the beast. If anything, it only became angrier. Though its anger was rather passive-aggressive: it giggled like a schoolgirl the more it was hit, but its body language made its true emotions clear. I scanned its back, looking for a weak spot I could target. Then I spotted a vertical crease in between the monster’s shoulders. Bingo.

           Being as swift as possible, I ran up to the Duplo, leaped into the air, and plunged my sword into the crease on the beast’s back. I heard a couple of cracking sounds as it screamed in agony, and it took all I had not to cover my ears and lose my grip. I held onto one of its shoulders, keeping the sword in place with my other hand, as the Duplo began spinning around in an effort to reach me. After a few rotations, it stopped as it realized that wasn’t working. I almost fell when it suddenly halted, but my reflexes luckily kicked in. Pulling my sword out, I kicked the alien monster right where I stabbed it, and down it went. My feet landed on top of it and I rose my sword to take a few whacks, but it swatted me away with one of its limbs. I heard a few gasps from the citizens as I flew backwards into a wall. I grunted in pain. That certainly wasn’t going to help my already existing back troubles. But I knew I couldn’t let the pain overtake me if I wanted to defeat this thing. So I lifted myself up and charged at it again, this time punching it square in the gut and bringing it down once more. It started to swing its limbs at me again, but it froze, likely in fear, as I held my sword directly to where its throat would’ve been if it had a noticeable neck. It whimpered like an upset child, and for a moment I almost felt sorry for the Duplo. But then I remembered this was one of the monsters that continually attacked our world for no apparent reason. I glared at it, leaning inward to try and assert dominance.

           “Get out,” I growled darkly, “or you’ll regret ever coming.”

           The Duplo glared back at me with its huge, almost pouty eyes. “You’re no fun,” it spoke in its childish voice. It rolled over, causing me to topple off, before leaving the scene and being beamed up into the mysterious spaceship it came from. I put my sword back in the holster and clapped my hands together, straightening myself out. I then turned around to find the citizens of Bricksburg all staring at me with various expressions. I shot them a cheeky, lopsided grin.

           “Thought you guys could use another fighter.”

           “Light?” a familiar voice gasped from the front of the crowd.

           “Ey, Wyldstyle!” I trudged up to her, and we hugged. “How’ve you been?”

           “What are you doing here?” she asked, dodging my question.

           “Come on, Wyld, you know I’ve been wanting to help you fight off these darn Duplos since the day they first came!”

           “How did you…” she struggled to find the words. “That… that was…”

           “That was AWESOME!”

           My heart shot up into my throat as my attention was drawn to the very object of my affections—Emmet.

           “Where did you learn to fight like that??” he excitedly inquired, running up to me. “Your swordsmanship is incredible!! Oh, and all those crazy kicks you were doing was sooooo cool! And when you hit that building I was afraid you were done for but you got back up! Wait, are you okay?? Gosh you must be in so much pain! How did you make such a fantastic comeback after getting hurt so badly?! Wow! You’re amazing!!!”

           “Okay Emmet, you’re impressed, we get it.” Wyldstyle pushed him out of the way so she could continue speaking to me. “You do realize what you’re getting yourself into, right?”

           I, however, had trouble speaking back up. Emmet thought that highly of my fighting? Emmet, the sweet and strong hero who saved the universe, thought I was amazing?? The guy I had been missing and crushing on for two years was really that impressed by unimpressive me? It was too good to be true.

           “Uhhh, yeah, of course I do! This stuff, this is a dangerous endeavor, but I’ve been training and honing my Duplo fighting techniques for two years, and now I’m finally ready to fight alongside you all in Bricksburg.”

           “Apocalypseburg.”

           “What?”

           “We’re actually calling it Apocalypseburg now,” Wyldstyle clarified.

           “Oh.” I scratched the back of my neck. “Of course. Leave it to me to never truly know what’s going on.”

           “So wait, let me get this straight,” Emmet interrupted our conversation once more. “You trained for two years, specifically so you could fight Duplos here?”

           “Exactamundo!” I made a “you got it” gesture. Emmet appeared very awestruck at this point; his wide eyes blinking in wonder and his mouth falling agape just a bit. A warm smile soon appeared on his face.

           “Wow… that’s really brave of you.”

           I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as he looked up at me. Oh no, he’s even more adorable than I remembered. It was then that I realized that my crush on him hadn’t gone away even in the least bit.

           “I… well I mean, I figured I should give to the cause somehow. So uhh, here I am!”

           “Well now that you’re here…” Emmet paused to hold his hand out. “Welcome aboard!”

           I hesitated for a moment or two, because goddamn his face was way too adorable for his own good, before taking his outstretched hand and shaking it. I had to resist the urge to kiss his hand instead. “Thanks. I-it’s great to see you again, Emmet.”

           “Good to see you too, Light!” My heart fluttered as he smiled that adorable smile of his, but his smile quickly turned into a look of mild confusion. “Wait a minute, is it just me, or did you get taller?”

           “Uhh, maybe?” I aimlessly looked upward as if I were attempting to see the top of my own head. I was always on the tall side, and, indeed, I was even a little taller than Emmet. He giggled at my response to the question.

           “Alright, well, thanks for helping us out,” Wyldstyle continued, “but where are you going to live?”

           “Oh, I just figured I’d build myself a little apartment somewhere, no big deal.”

           “Oh, are you a Master Builder now??” Emmet eagerly inquired.

           “Actually, no, not yet,” I admitted. “But! I’m still working on it, and I’m not too terrible at building residencies, so all I need to do is find a plot to build on and some bricks to build with and I’m good to go!”

           “Good luck with that,” Wyldstyle deadpanned. “Competition is fierce around here. But I admire your enthusiasm anyway.” She patted my shoulder. “Come on Emmet, we’ve got stuff to take care of.”

           “Alright, I’m coming!” Emmet jovially responded as he started to follow her. “Take care, Light!” he shouted from over his shoulder. “Hey, we should get coffee together sometime!”

           “Y-yeah!” I sputtered, barely waving my hand before he turned back around to face Wyldstyle. As the pair walked off, I noticed just how… happy they looked together. Emmet was bouncing happily alongside Wyldstyle, and she had a genuine smile on her face as he mindlessly chattered with her (or so he appeared to be from where I was). He even excitedly grabbed her hand… oh no.

           I shook my head. Why am I so upset about the possibility that they’re dating? I haven’t even seen the guy in two years, and Wyld is my best friend. Am I really gonna let a dumb crush get in the way…?

           I sighed, making my way into the remaining ruins of the once great city. Well, I was here now, may as well tough out whatever comes at me.

Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 8

A/N: Happy October my darling little pumpkins!! You all are so amazing!! I’m so sorry this is so late!! I am so sorry for the small cliffhanger I left you lovelies with last week. I loved each and every comment left!! I love you all so much!! Without further ado, here’s chapter 8! As always please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or if there are any mistakes, enjoy! Smooches!! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 2000+ Warnings: language, talk of death, mourning. Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ “Hello?” Addie called out. Looking around, she rubbed her eyes as she realized that she was still in the forest but there seemed to be a slight haze blurring her surroundings. Where was everyone? Looking down she screamed, falling on her backside. She covered her mouth, as she saw her bloody body still in Baron’s arms. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched him rock her lifeless body back and forth. “Please, Addie, please come back. I’m so sorry.” He cried into her neck. “Baron, I’m ok I’m right here. I’m...” She sobbed, trying to touch his shoulder, whimpering when her hand went through his arm. “Dead.” Addie covered her face as bitter tears fell down, knowing that there was nothing she could do now. Like her parents, death had finally taken her. And here she thought that the cancer would’ve killed her and not some supernatural jackass. “There, there child.” She heard as a gentle hand soothingly rubbed her shoulder. Addie sprang to her feet, backing away from whoever it was. There stood a woman, her olive toned skin glowing as her luminous white hair floated as if she were under water. Brilliant eyes that matched the brightness of a full moon. “Will you love him?” The etherial being asked. “Wh-what? Wh-who are you?” Addie asked as she kept putting distance between them. “I am the Goddess of the Moon, Mother to the Wolves.” “Oh, um... I’m Adelina. Do I, do I bow or curtsy or something?” Addie asked. It wasn’t every day one meets a goddess. The moon goddess gave a soft smile and shook her head. She absolutely loved humans, they never ceased to bring a smile to her face. With a wave of her hands, two chairs appeared. Sitting in one of them, she gestured for Addie to take the other one. Seeing as she literally had nothing to lose, she sat across from the moon goddess. Sighing, Addie turned her attention back to Baron, who was still sobbing into her corpse. “Is this what death is? Me walking the earth as a spirit?” Addie asked as a bastard tear slipped from her eye. “Oh no, my darling, death is so different from what your media shows. Death is simply going home, reuniting with loved ones who have passed before you.” As if on cue, a light broke through the night sky, two people standing in its warmth. Squinting her eyes, Addie saw the loving faces of her parents. “Oh my word, they look like they did in their wedding photos.” Addie said, covering her mouth. Without thinking, Addie began walking towards their open arms. Before she reached them, the moon goddess’s voice stopped her. “My sweet child, before you leave, you should know something.” Addie turned to look at the goddess with a puzzled expression. Again, she gestured for Addie to sit. “Death is not always final. You have a choice.” “Wait, what? How is that possible?” The moon goddess stood, walked towards Addie and crouched in front of her as she took both her hands. “I have been watching Baron his entire life. I’ve heard all his prayers, pleas and wishes. All he ever wanted was someone to love and love him in return. His father was never good to his mother, always belittling her, scaring her, hurting her all while poor little Baron watched. He wasn’t strong enough to protect his mother seeing as he was but a boy.” Addie felt her heart break at the thought of little Baron having to watch that horror. “Finally, when Baron was sixteen years old, he came home from school and found his mother, a bloody mess, cowering in the kitchen, his father standing over her, screaming. Something in Baron snapped and he challenged his father to a fight to the death. It was a long, grueling fight that ended with Baron standing over his father’s dead body. As he held and consoled his mother he promised himself that, if given one, he would love, protect and cherish his mate, he would never be his father.” “W-What does this have to d-do with me?” Addie asked in a small voice. “I have been watching you too. I knew that you’d be perfect for Baron.” “I’m nothing special.” She whispered while shaking her head. “He doesn’t want me.” “Oh my sweet girl, you are so special! Even though you’ve lived a life full of pain and loss, you still look for the joy, you love others as if they were your family, you’re strong in the face of adversity and you don’t let others get away with, I believe the vernacular is, bullshit. You have all the traits of a strong and loving luna. And believe me when I say that Baron worships the very ground you walk on.” “Luna... that’s the second time someone’s called me that. What is a luna?” Realization hit the goddess. “Oh how foolish of me for not explaining that. Of course you wouldn’t know. Forgive me child.” The goddess let out a small laugh. “A luna is the mate to the alpha. She is his moon, his queen, his everything. She is the only thing that can calm him even if he is almost completely shifted into his wolf. No other woman can tempt or satisfy the alpha. His love for her runs all through the pack as well. You remember how Ruby became more affectionate towards you within the past few months?” Addie nodded her head, smiling at the memories. “That’s because she felt her alpha’s love for you. So you see? Even if Baron was being stubborn, he and his wolf still had deep feelings for you.” Addie sat in silence for a bit, trying to wrap her head around what was just said. “So,” Addie finally broke the silence, “what are my choices?” “You can go with your parents, free of the sadness and heartache that comes with life.” “....or?” Addie whispered, looking back and forth between Baron and her parents. —- “Will you love her?” a soft voice asked. All eyes shot open and landed on the new voice that broke the silence. Baron, Ruby and Corey immediately felt their hearts warm up, as if their own mothers were holding them. She wore a simple white toga that flowed as she slowly walked towards the small group, never breaking eye contact with Baron. Now standing in front of him, she bent down and gently touched his cheek. “You know who I am” she said, her voice full of love. Not trusting his voice, Baron simply nodded as Ruby and Corey quietly made their way closer to their goddess. “Oh my dear boy, how stubborn you’ve been. I know you better than you know yourself. You really think I’d give you a mate that wasn’t good for you, child?” She lovingly looked at the lifeless body laid in Baron’s arms. Reaching down, she softly moved Addie’s hair out of her face. ”I’ve known since the day Adelina drew her first breath that she’d be the perfect mate for you. She loved you more than anything in this life....” she looked him in the eyes “and in the next.” Baron gave her a confused look. Placing two fingers on his forehead, she closed her eyes and bowed her head. It would be easier to show him. —- “What are my choices?” “You can go with your parents, free of the sadness and heartache that comes with life.” “....or?” Addie whispered, looking back and forth between Baron and her parents. She looked at her parents, a longing in her eyes. It had been so long since she was able to hold her father. And her mother.... she never had the chance to know her. Yet there they were, waiting for Addie with open arms and loving smiles on their face. She took a step towards them, ready to let go of all the pain, but then she heard it. Heard the voice that made her heart beat faster than a hummingbird’s wings. “I’m so sorry Addie, I failed you.” Baron mumbled, into Addie’s hair, “I should’ve told you when I had the chance.” “Told me what?” She whispered to no one in particular. “I love you, little rabbit.” “I’ll ask you again, will you love him?”the goddess asked again. Addie felt her chest fill with warmth like no other, then shatter at the same time. Looking once more at her parents, she gave them a sad smile. They looked back at her with tears of their own, knowing that it wasn’t her time yet. Having made her choice, she looked at the moon goddess and gave her a nod. “I’m ready.” —- Baron’s eyes snapped open as he stared at his goddess in shock. “Now you know what she sacrificed to be with you. Don’t make her regret her decision, my sweet boy.” She then playfully bopped Baron on the nose. “Will you love her?” She asked again. “With every fiber of my being.” Hearing all she needed, Baron watched as the moon goddess leaned down, placed her lips on Addie’s forehead. Cupping Addie’s face, she kissed her forehead, whispering something only she could hear. “I’ve done my part,” she told Baron, sitting up, “now the rest is up to her.” When the goddess pulled away from Addie, she had looked perfect, her clothes were good as new, the blood gone from her body and her shoulder healed only leaving Baron’s mark. The goddess stood and looked around at her other wolves. Walking to Corey and Ruby she kissed their foreheads. “Take care of your alpha, he needs all the guidance he can get.” She gave Baron a loving wink. Making her way towards her wayward wolf, she crouched down and gently touched Dolph’s shoulder. Stirring, he leapt into a fighting stance until his eyes landed on the deity that stood before him. “My dear child, stop this hate, the world is already so full of it. Be better. Respect your alpha and protect your luna!” She pulled him to his feet and cupped his cheek. “I love you, my little rogue, but you forget that I can see into your heart. I know how much you long for a place to belong. Now you’re part of of something stronger and if you give them a chance, they’ll love you more than you could ever imagine. Mind you, you have quite a bit of damage to fix. It’ll take time but be patient. Can you do that for me?” By now, Dolph had tears running down his face that she lovingly swiped away with her thumbs. Not able to use his voice, Dolph nodded his head. “Promise?” She asked, stroking his cheek. “I promise.” He mumbled as he leaned into his goddess’s touch. “Good.” She turned to everyone else, “I leave you now. Please, take care of each other.” With that, a cloud of pure light appeared and disappeared leaving no trace of their beloved moon goddess. Dolph bowed his head, looking at the ground with nothing but shame coursing through his veins. “Alpha, I’m so sorry-“ With lightening speed, Baron grabbed Dolph by the throat, glaring at him. “I should rip your throat out, but I know that she” he pointed at Addie’s cold body now being held by Ruby “wouldn’t want me to.” Sighing, Baron rubbed his face with his free hand. “If she survives this, as your alpha, I command you to stay the hell away from her until she deems it ok to be around you again. Am I absolutely clear?!” “Yes alpha.” Looking towards Corey, Baron gave him a nod. Corey and Ruby took Dolph and the three of them left. “Baron, pick up Adelina and I can teleport you both back to your hotel room. This is no place for you two to be right now.” Nodding, Baron carefully lifted Addie into his arms as Alicia took Aleister’s hand in one of her own and touched Baron’s shoulder with the other, Aleister placing his free hand on Baron’s other shoulder. Bowing his head, Aleister muttered a spell and within a blink of an eye, they were all standing in Baron’s hotel room. “Thank you both, for everything.” Baron whispered. Aleister nodded as Alicia kissed Addie’s forehead. “You better wake your ass up.” She whisper yelled in Addie’s ear. Aleister took Alicia by the hand and took their leave. Baron laid on the bed with Addie, staring at her lifeless face as he pulled her closer to his chest. “Please, little rabbit, please come back to me. I swear to you things will be different, I’ll get my head outta my ass and love you harder than any alpha has ever loved their luna. I just need you to open those pretty green eyes.” He whispered.   His eyes grew heavy as he fell asleep holding his luna in his arms. Hours passed as the sun was now coming up, the warmth shining through his window heating their bodies. All the memories came flooding back to Baron as he let out a small whimper seeing Addie’s eyes still closed. Sitting up, Baron rested his elbows on his knees as he held his fists to his mouth. Had the goddess been wrong? Did Addie choose death over Baron? “Hey, why’d you move?” Addie grumpily asked. “I was comfy.” Baron turned to see the slightly mischievous glint in her eyes, a soft smile on her plump lips. Without hesitation, Baron dove on top of his luna, kissing her with everything inside him. Pulling back he took in her new appearance. She looked more alive, her skin almost glowing, eyes more vibrant and most of all, not a trace of cancer in her scent. Resting his forehead on hers, they quietly gazed into each other’s eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m so sorry, Addie, I never should’ve let this happe-“ “Do you want me?” She whispered. “What?” That caught him off guard. “D-Do you want me?” Baron’s heart sank. Had he been a better mate and seen the gift that he was given instead of allowing his pride to get in the way then Addie wouldn’t be asking this. “If you’ll have me, I want you by my side til the end of time. I will give you everything I have in this life.”

“Well then,” Addie pressed her lips against Baron’s, pulling back with a mischievous look in her eyes, “I guess you’re mine, Alpha.”

Growling, Baron sat up and pulled her into his lap, burying his face into her neck. He kissed from her neck to her ear.

“Oh, little rabbit,” he whispered against her ear before nipping at the lobe, “you have no idea what you’ve just awoken.”

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Something Fucky - Steter Week

~It’s day 6! I went with time travel! I almost didn’t get this done because I got writers block halfway through and had no idea how to end it! I hope you still like it though.

As always, you can find it on AO3 and my account, and I’m always open to requests for anything!~ 

Stiles grumbled as he walked alone through the silent forest. It wasn't supposed to be silent. He wasn't supposed to be alone. But, for some magical bullshit reason, they were.

He kicked at a rock, sending it flying away with a satisfying noise.

He and the pack had been fighting a witch. Like, three minutes ago. It shouldn't be silent.

It had just been one witch, and she had only been sacrificing three animals every week, so they finally gave into Scott's plan of trying to talk to her.

Talking turned into fighting surprisingly quickly, but also not at all. He shouldn't be alone.

As soon as the witch laid eyes upon Stiles, she had begun her villain monologue. Turns out she had killed her last coven of witches to gain more power and was now looking to recruit some powerful magic users. Forcefully. She was not against using date rape drug magic.

It sounded a little too much like Deucalion for any of the pack to be comfortable letting her go. So, despite Scott's shouting, they fought the witch.

Why was it so silent?

The witch wasn't lying when she said she had gained the strength of her dead coven. They had fought witches before and they were often easy to deal with (assuming no one was cursed or poisoned), but this witch wasn't backing down at all.

Stiles had stepped up, cast a paralysing spell at the same time the witch cast a spell of her own. The last thing he remembered after that was flashing lights, then he was waking up on the forest floor.

Why was he alone?

He reached a clearing, still kicking a rock in front of him as he grumbled about witches and stupid fucking puppies and did they seriously deal with the witch and abandon him?

He looked up to take in his surroundings and froze.

That was the Hale house.

Not a burnt husk but the actual fucking Hale house from before the fire. It had a roof and everything.

"Oh, God," he groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Fucking witch, what did she do?"

Any werewolf in the house was probably already aware that he was standing there. And would possibly be helpful in getting him back to where he was supposed to be.

If they believed him, at least.

So, letting out a very exhausted sigh, he walked up to the front door and knocked.

A few moments later the door swung open to reveal a young man, probably sixteen, with dark hair and some of the grumpiest eyebrows he had ever seen. Second only to Derek. Which meant,

"You're Derek, right?"

The kid glared and asked, "What do you want?"

"I'm, uh," what did he want? "I'm looking for the alpha of the territory, which I presume is Talia?"

The kid's eyebrows shot up and his body tensed. For a moment he looked like he wasn't going to do anything, but then he was nodding and walking back into the house. Stiles figured he was probably supposed to follow.

It was almost surreal, no, it was very surreal to walk through the house. He almost expected to look into a room and see the usual charred nothingness, to look up and see blue sky, but no. The place was perfectly fine, and normal, and pretty fucking nice. Just expensive enough to be elegant and charming, but not too expensive looking to be posh and make him even more uncomfortable.

Young Derek, still broody and grumpy—now because of teen angst rather than guilt and grief—led Stiles up the stairs and to the right. He knocked on a door and, once a 'come in' sounded, opened it. He left before Stiles could walk in, probably off to write angsty poetry or whatever the kids did these days. Or back then.

Shaking his head, Stiles got his thoughts back on track and entered the study looking room.

"Alpha Talia Hale?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as both a show of curiosity and submissiveness.

"Yes, and who are you? How do you know Derek, but he doesn't know you?" The woman, Talia, was beautiful in the same way as Derek. Dark hair that framed her face, gorgeous eyes—even when they flared supernatural colours (or especially when), an intimidating amount of muscle and a raised eyebrow.

He took all of this in within a second and replied quickly, "My name's Stiles. I'll explain how I know Derek after I tell you why I'm here."

It was times like these that made him thankful his legal name was such a mess that he could use his name and not worry about anyone searching him up and finding something. He didn’t know if this was just a back in time thing, or if it was dimensional too, so he had no way of knowing if his dad was in Beacon or not. Possibly even a little him running about, too.

"Yes, why are you here?" Talia asked, raising an eyebrow. It made him wonder how many generations of Hale carried the eyebrow language trait.

"Well, the explanation for that is a bit weird and you're probably not gonna believe me but," he paused to take a steadying breath before continuing, "I come from like twelve years in the future."

Talia stared. Stared a little longer. Used a bit more eyebrow language to convey she thought he was crazy. "You expect me to believe you're from the future?"

"Is there anything I can do to help you believe?" he asked. "I know who your emissary is, if that might help? Maybe he can do some tests, too!"

"You know who my emissary is?" So much eyebrow was happening. "Please, do tell."

"It's Alan Deaton. Or at least it should be, I'm not really sure if any dimensional travelling has happened or if it's just time travel." His hands were flying everywhere.

The eyebrow language paused as Talia pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay, so you know a well-guarded secret of ours. How nice. Yes, we best go see Deaton to try and prove your theory."

Stiles grinned, success! "Oh, also," he wasn't going to mention it, but thought it might be fun and also didn't have any brain-to-mouth filter, "is Peter listening in on our conversation from behind the door?"

Talia just heaved a sigh in response.

~

Talia was driving, her husband as right hand in shotgun, Peter as left hand behind him and Stiles as person of interest behind Talia. It wasn't ideal but, really, nothing about the situation was ideal. At least no one had to sit in the middle.

"So, if you've lived in Beacon your whole life, does that mean there's a younger version of you currently running about? What happens if you meet him?" Peter asked, body turned towards Stiles as much as possible without taking off the seatbelt.

"If this isn't some alternate universe where I don't exist then yes. And I don't wanna know," Stiles said, frowning at all the ideas of how terribly that could go.

"How old are you?"

"How old are you?" Stiles countered, raising an eyebrow that rivalled a Hale's.

"That is a really childish way to avoid a question."

"In about seven years I'm gonna ask you the same question and your answer is going to be even more childish than mine, dude." No, Stiles wasn't still frustrated by Peter's vague answer. How could anyone possibly entertain the idea?

Peter looked surprisingly offended by the response, "Are you holding what future me does against me?"

"Yes, yes, I am. It's what future you deserves." Stiles nodded to himself.

Peter looked like he was going to refute that, but paused, squinted at Stiles, then asked, "How exactly did you travel through time?"

"I'm honestly not too sure," he said with a scrunched nose, "I was fighting this witch in the preserve with my pack and we casted spells at the same time. Next thing I know I'm waking up, sans pack, and the Hale- and Derek's fucking sixteen again."

Almost blurting out the fact that the Hale house is a burnt husk in his time? Not a good idea.

"So, what, your spells interacted weirdly, and it sent you back?"

"Yeah, that's the best I've got so far. It's also possible we were too close to the Nemeton and it decided to do something fucky." Stiles shrugged.

They continued on like that for the rest of the car ride, bickering and asking questions, trying to annoy Talia so much that she cracked. Even once Deaton had confirmed Stiles' story and started on preparing a ritual to get Stiles back to his own time, he and Peter were constantly talking.

By the time Deaton was done and had gotten him back to his own time, he was a lot more enlightened on how the Hales used to be, and Peter was a little bit in love.

He wouldn't remember it though.

~

It was strange. Almost as if he had met the boy before, but the memory was just out of reach, his fingertips just brushing the image.

He recognised the scent. It was different, less ozone and the crackling of magic and power, definitely different emotions splicing through. It was the same though, a tang of medication settled underneath fresh baked cookies and old books and stress.

The boy looked different too. Even though he couldn't remember what he was supposed to look like, he just looked different. Like he wasn't quite there yet.

Then it clicked.

"You must be Stiles."

The Masterlist of Masterlists

Just a collection of all my works :D

Supernatural:

Destiel:

All For A Buck        -  Dean and Cas must work together to raise the newest addition to the Winchester family, and it might just end up brining them together in the end.

A Magic Kingdom Love       - “An AU where Dean and Cas are both working for Disney and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not make out under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.”

Mountain High        -  Suddenly taken from his own home and flown god knows where in the dark, Dean Winchester finds himself thrown into something he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Pas De Deux        -  Dean is a closeted ballet dancer, and Cas is playing the Nutcracker Prince in the Kansas State Ballet. When the ballet loses their Clara and Cas confronts Dean about taking the part along side him, will he be able to put aside his fears and let everyone know who he really is? All to help the man of his dreams?

Screw It, I Love You        -  This is based of this post I saw the other day, find it HERE. It’s about Cas being newly human and Dean leaving him reminder notes all over the bunker.

Slash Fiction (part 1 of series)        -  Following the boys as they continue their journey, saving people, hunting things, the family business. This trip finds them in Kalamazoo, Michigan, at the famous Henderson Castle. With the help of on old friend and the return of a beloved character, the boys find themselves facing something they have never faced before, and have to find a way to stop it once and for all, with a little improvisation.

So Much for Movie Night        -  The boys finally get a night off from hunting, and Sam's planned solo movie night unfortunately does not go at all how he had hoped it would.

Sounds of Someday (part 1 of series)        -   Sam was dead, Cas was lost forever, and Dean’s entire world had been turned upside down in less than an instant. He was alone, again, a typical Winchester ending, but god damn if that was how he was going to leave it. He was going to get Sam back, he was going to get Cas back, and he was going to fix everything that had fallen apart, and now he was going to do it all with twin babies and the king of hell back on his side. Season sixteen… here we go.

That We Do         -  Dean and Cas meet at a civil war reenactment when Dean is forced to go for his father's birthday. Despite Dean's original sour attitude about the idea, he finds something there that was definitely worth going for.

The Ever Handsome and Always Charming Dean Winchester        -   A perfectly simple Dean and Cas wedding!

The Nual’ Family Onion        -  Dean had lived in Lawrence, Kansas his entire life. Born and raised. In his twenty-six years in the beautiful city, he lived a wonderful life surrounded by the amazing people who lived there, many of them becoming family over the years. After high school, he started working for his uncle Bobby at his mechanics shop and fell into a comfortable routine. He still lived at home with his parents, John and Mary Winchester, and for the foreseeable future, Dean had no intentions of changing that. Until he saw him.

The Thing About Blind Dates        - Dean Winchester was perfectly happy with his life. He lived alone, though most days his house was filled with the accompaniment of his little brother and his brother’s new boyfriend, and that suited Dean just fine.But even now, as Dean sat back against the couch, watching the newest season of Animal Kingdom, cold beer in hand while Sam and Gabe cuddled next to him, he couldn’t really say he was anything but satisfied. That is… until Sam and Gabe decided he wasn’t.

Wish You Were Here        -  Sam’s got a date, Cas is fixing Heaven, and Dean Winchester is sitting miserably in his motel room, alone. So he decides to see if Cas wants to have a little fun over the phone.

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Lost

Jawyer:

Lost in a Dream        -   Jack Shephard was never one to believe in psychics, or fortune telling, or visions of the future. But when he starts dreaming of flight 815 crash landing on an unknown island, and all the events that follow, he cant help but start to wonder if maybe he should start believing. Especially when his flight home turns into just the nightmare he had worried it would. Though, this time around, a few things are very different, or rather a few people.

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Star Trek:

Mckirk:

Clans        -  Jim goes on his usual hunt and everything's going fine, or so he thinks. Until things take an unexpected turn and he finds himself the house guest of a group of people he thought to be extinct. Now, Jim has to decide what his next move will be, doing what he knows is right by his family, or only thinking of himself and possibly putting his entire family in danger.

Lost in Translation        -  “Attention citizens. This is the crew of the Enterprise asking for your aid. On Stardate 2264.78 a shuttle manned by our captain and fourteen cadets was ambushed by an unknown source and chased out of sight of our ship and into open space. Those cadets as well as our captain, James Tiberius Kirk, are still missing. We are asking anyone with any information on their whereabouts, or regarding the attack, to please contact the Enterprise immediately. Our family would appreciate any assistance you can give.”

Spirk:

Maiden Voyage (part 1 of series)        -  "Jim's past was just that, his past, or so he thought. He had made it through to graduation and only had six months of placement standing between him and his captains chair, but he never thought he would see her again. He thought he was past this, past her, now what was he supposed to do? Could they really just go back to the way things were, will placement with her even be bearable, will the crew be able to stand together and face their newest foe and live to tell the tale? Jim could only hope, because right now that's about all he’s got."

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Avengers:

Stucky:

Second Chances        - This is sort of an endgame fix, with a dash of Stucky. The story takes place after Thanos has been defeated, the war won, and the world returned back to its natural order. Standing on the battlefield, relieved and thankful that it was all finally over and they could rest. But in their moment of peace, Steve and Bucky suddenly find themselves in a very tricky situation, one they definitely have not been trained to handle.

The Way We Were Suppose To Be        -  Two years after defeating Thanos, Steve finds himself faced with a harsh reality. Because of his decision to stay in the past with Peggy and finally give himself the life he thought he had always wanted, Nick Fury returns to face him with a daunting truth. With the world’s timeline in disarray, it’s up to Steve to return to the past and restore the world to its natural order. Unfortunately it means that the all American hero has to sacrifice his heart and soul to save the world once again. And although Steve thinks that his one chance at a happy life had passed, who knows what the new future holds, perhaps… everything he had been searching for was right there all along.

Steve Rogers X OFC

Storm (part 1 of series)        - The avengers have just defeated Ultron, a much needed victory for the weary team, but another storm is coming their way. A new member joins the team and has some very unexpected effects on everyone, especially the Captain himself, Steve Rogers.Secrets are revealed, scars revisited, and new wounds formed as they battle one of their toughest and most personal battles yet. All they can do is hope this wont be their breaking point…

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Final Fantasy:

Noctis x OFC:

At Lucis End (part 1 of series)        - A treaty. A light at the end of the tunnel that King Regis had been staring down for years. A proposal. A wedding that stands to save the lands. A betrayal. That could tear it all down. And a love. So strong yet so torn.The war between Lucis and Niflheim could come to an end, but much will have to be sacrificed along the way. And in the end, would it even be enough? Would the loss of life, love, and family be enough to save the people of Lucis? Or will it all come crumbling down in the end?

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CSI:

Greg x Nick:

Love Undercover        -  In part one of this series, Nick and Greg get sent on a special undercover mission by Grissom and Brass, an undercover mission as a couple at an all exclusive couples resort. Their mission is to find their targets and keep them safe while maintaining the illusion that they are a happily married couple, but they may end up finding more then they bargained for while at Lovers Lane Resort.

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Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner:

I Loved Him... Once        -   A series following the team as they solve crimes and take down the bad guys.    In Part one of this series, we follow the team as they take down a serial killer that has taken a piece of one of their own. And through it all, Spencer and Hotch come to a few conclusions and realizations of their own.

Because I'm completely unoriginal, I'm gonna ask you the same questions you asked me XD Lunar mist, bird of paradise, marmalade skies, lavender dream, heliotrope, creams and sky, tulip, angel's face, caramel kisses, queen anne's lace, sunflower, lilly and finally blazing star.

Really?! Damn. Alright… soooooooo

Lunar mist: Do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jacket?Well… I would like to… But I am fatter than my friends and my last gf so… However, I share some clothes with my mom 🤔

Bird of paradise: What was the best thing that happened to you this month?Hard to say… I’ve had a bad month… I think the best thing was that even if was really depressed, I didnt need to go to the hospital again. I survive by myself.

Marmalade skies: Do you plan your outfits?Absolutely not. Not even for parties like christmas and everything… doesnt mean I dont dress well enough in those occasions… just, I dont plan them until I have to get dressed.

Lavender dream: turn ons/offs? -> Ons: respect, humor, sweetness, when someone cares about me, when someone plays with my hair, respect (yes twice), not a lot of makeup (for both man and woman) and some originality. -> Offs: Bad smell, being mean, being shallow, being bigot/intolerant, poor hygiene.

Heliotrope: Have you ever been in a castle?Yes, but I was too young to really remember… maybe being exposed at ghosts so soon in my life explain why I can feel/see/comunicate with them 🤔

Creams and sky: Whats the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?I’ve done 2. When I was 9, I’ve dance with a snake around my neck, a female boaconstrictor… really big! And when I was 14, I’ve hold a baby lion in my arms for several minutes. Best memories ever.

Tulip: name 5 facts about yourself.1) I have 3 piercings around my mouth2) I am 5 foots 7 tall (170cm)3) I have a huge library in my bedroom and 2 others in my living room4) I am an asperger asexual lesbian5) I am obssessed by cats

Angel’s face: What was your favorite bedtime story as a child?My mom never read for me… I learn to read at 3 years old so… I used to read Mr Men (Monsieur Madame in french) before falling asleep… and I was in love with Ariel (not the character, but the idea of becoming a mermaid) so I used to read it a lot too.

Caramel kisses: Would you want to live forever? Why/Why not?Hard question… a part of me would to live forever! To see everything, to travel the world, to see the evolution… But a part of me wouldnt… being alive forever? Alone? In marge of the society by default? Idk… seems… sad. Tempting but sad

Queen anne’s lace: Who do you trust the most?No one. Not even myself.

Sunflower: Share a favorite quote.Oh boi. I have so many!! 🤔🤔🤔 here is my top ten (and only from one fandom):1) I dont care! I dont care! Giles! I’m only sixteen years old… I dont wanna die… -Buffy Summers, who just learn that a prophecy predict her death in 2 days. 2) Passion…it lies in all of us. Sleeping. Waiting. And though unwanted, unbidden…It will stir…Open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love…the clarity of hatred…and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms: shuttered and dank. Without passion…we’d be truly dead. -Angelus, after killing the soulmate of Giles, Buffy’s protector.3) I don’t understand. I don’t understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she’s… there’s just a body! And I don’t understand why she can’t just get back in it and not be dead any more. It’s stupid. It’s mortal and stupid, and, and Xander’s crying and not talking, and I was having fruit punch and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever. And she’ll never have eggs, or yawn, or brush her hair, not ever and no one will explain to me why! -Anya after Joyce’s death, Buffy’s mom.4) Dawn, listen to me, listen. I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles…tell Giles I figured it out. And, and I’m okay. And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world… is to live in it. Be brave. Live…for me. -Buffy Summers, sacrifing her life for her sister.5) Tara: Things fall apart. They fall apart so hard.Willow: Tara?Tara: You can’t ever put ‘em back the way they were.Willow: Are you okay?Tara: I’m sorry, it’s just…You know, it takes time. You can’t just have coffee and expect…Willow: I know.Tara: There’s just so much to work through. Trust has to be built again on both sides. You have to learn if… if we’re even the same people we were. If you can fit in each others lives. It’s a long and important process, and can we just skip it? C-Can you just be kissing me now? -Tara Maclay, after a coffee with her ex Willow, 2 days before her death.6) The first day of kindergarten, you cried because you broke the yellow crayon and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far. Ending the world — not a terrific notion…But the thing is…yeah, I love you. I love crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary, veiny Willow. So if I’m goin’ out, it’s here. If you wanna kill the world, well, then start with me. I’ve earned that. -Xander Harris, to Willow, after the death of Tara.7) Why does a man do what he mustn’t? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev— To be a kind of man. And she shall look on him with forgiveness and everybody will forgive and love…and he will be loved. So everything’s okay, right? Can we rest now? Buffy, can we rest? -Spike, after getting his soul back by love. 8) They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn’t chosen. To live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You’re not special. You’re extraordinary. -Xander Harris, after Dawn realise that she wasnt a slayer like her sister.9) So here’s the part where you make a choice: What if you could have that power…now? In every generation, one slayer is born…because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman is more powerful than all of them combined. So I say we change the rule. I say my power…should be our power. Tomorrow, Willow will use the essence of the scythe to change our destiny. From now on, every girl in the world who might be a slayer…will be a slayer. Every girl who could have the power…will have the power…can stand up, will stand up. …every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong? -Buffy Summers, who chooses to give to women the power than the men stole from them centuries ago.10) I’ve been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine, and done things I’d prefer you didn’t. I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood, which doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years, and there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of. You. Look at me. I’m not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it’s not because I want you, or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try…I’ve seen your kindness, and your strength, I’ve seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a woman. You’re the one, Buffy. -Spike, after Buffy was betrayed by her friends.

Lilly: What’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?Oh boi. Do I have to?? 😖😖 I love vampire diaries (tv shows and books). Its so bad its good!

Blazing star: share a secret.🤔🤔🤔🤔 a secret…. hmmm… do I have one?! 🤔🤔🤔 My IQ is 135/100 (100 is the average) but I am clearly stupid 😆😅