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mikakuna · 3 months

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the way that nobody noticing, for who knows how many years, that jason broke out of his coffin implies that jason's grave was rarely, if at all, visited, and when it was, nobody in that family of brilliant detectives stayed long enough to notice something was off

#THE AGONY #i need to write a fic about this #like sure the grave was definitely covered up after he got out but i mean TALIA noticed what was up #before bruce even thought to think about jason #this woman who'd never actually properly known jason knew something was up #oh and don't even get me started on how whenever bruce did visit jason he'd just victim blame the dead child who was supposed to be his son #jason todd #red hood #batman #bruce wayne #dc #dick grayson

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pretentiouswreckingball · 1 month

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I want James to fucking buckle at the mere idea of Regulus riding him. I want James squirming under Regulus and Regulus soothing him, peppering gentle kisses all over his face, telling him he's being such a good boy to him, that he's doing so good, that he's fucking him so well while James cries and moans at the sight of this man on top of him, taking whatever he wants

#who wrote this???? not me #im being such a menace today im sorry but omg the Visions are plaguing me #i mean just imagine how hard the praise kink will hit James.#and i also want them to be husbands on this one because i like my fluff #anyway don't mind me *runs and hides*#i blame that one drarry fic for this brainrot

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wrathofrats · 1 day

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Dawg imagine being a new ghost fan like “oh cool I like this kinda anti church Satan band, I wonder if they have any kind of fandom?” And then you see us posting about morally dubious mind control and debating if you can put a dick in gills

#idk how I just was like yeah sure that’s normal when I first found yall #actually I’m lying I thought you fuckers we’re insane #I was reading like vanilla Swiss dew fics for months and that was it #and then the dews bloody guitar incident happened #and … yeah … I realized some things #I blame st dangers hybrid slinky fic for who I am today

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firenati0n · 5 months

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wip wednesday :) :) :)

i have 3 wip docs open (help) but today y'all get some more proposal au currently titled "the full spectrum of human emotion" <3 here is the snippet i posted on sunday as well :) i wrote this between the hours of 2 - 4am so forgive any errors xoxo

Alex rolls his eyes. “You're gonna have to get used to me touching you, Henry. We're engaged. Our immigration officer is operating under the assumption that I’m literally inside you on a regular basis—” “Excuse me?” “—which means you can't squirm or freeze every time I hold your fucking hand.” Henry’s jaw ticks. “Can we...erm...can we establish some ground rules?” His face is mildly terrified and paler than usual. Good. He should be. “Ground rules? It's PDA, not the fucking Olympics.” Alex is feeling less optimistic by the second. They’re so fucked. “Alex, please.” Henry looks pained, and Alex feels only a little bit of pity. It’s not just his job on the line, it’s Henry’s livelihood too. “Fine. Nothing below the belt, hands where everyone can see them, and no tongue.” For now, his brain adds, like the traitorous bitch it is. “But I’m not going to jail on a goddamn felony charge because you can’t handle being a little handsy. We clear?” Henry nods, face resolute. “Also, why would they assume it’s you inside me, and not the other way around?” Alex stares at him, unflinching. “Do you really want me to answer that question, sweetheart?”

sorry if i missed any posts already due to timezone and dashboard fuckery! but no pressure tagging @ninzied @rmd-writes @inexplicablymine @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @suseagull04 @priincebutt @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @onward--upward @nocoastposts @user-anakin @wordsofhoneydew @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @matherines @lizzie-bennetdarcy @celeritas2997 @dragonflylady77 @sherryvalli @gayrootvegetable @ssmtskw @affectionatelyrs @tinyarmedtrex and open tag to anyone else (i want to seeeeee) xoxoxo <3

#wip wednesday #rwrb fic #firstprince #fic: tfsohe #rwrb #my post #flasjflskajfl alex is such a bitch i love him #he's SICK and TIRED and does NOT want jail time #who can blame him #ice queen henry is stressing the fuck out and boy i understand #the proposal #roop writes

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lightasthesun · 5 months

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One day, Bail Organa receives an ominous message on a communicator that had been agreed upon never to be used for anything other than emergencies.

Urgent: Shadows converge on our binary suns. Eclipse imminent for one. Halt essential. Aid required swiftly.

For seven years doom had crept around the corners of Bail's conscious awarenes; always whispering, always taunting, always fearing. Somehow he is still illprepared for it to suddenly coil around his throat.

His shirt collar feels infinitesimally tighter. Bail takes a breath, he holds it, he releases it.

"Bail? Is something wrong?"

Time to lay all his cards on the table. He nods, shakes his head, then pauses. Yes something is indeed wrong, but it's nothing he can divulge any details on, despite being on his own fleet.

"Take your ship to these coordinates and do everything you can to retrieve and protect what will be placed in your care. It's of utmost importance. Do you understand?" he says, placing the communicator with its entered coordinates into Ahsoka Tanos' outstretched hand.

Fulcrum doesn't even hesitate. She nods. This is a mission like any other as far as she is aware. Nothing she's learned indicates any connection to Ahsoka Tano.

Yet.

#I am blaming the hour of the night for my angsty musings #wow guess who's writing ahah lol #anyway #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #bail organa #star wars #star wars fic #ficlet #its only tiny but remember likes are okay but reblogs are SLAAAYYY #my writing #mini fic

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labellefleur-sauvage · 11 months

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I Need a Big Boy

Nesta had been a fan of her city’s rugby team, The Velaris Fighters, for years, all because of one man: Cassian Smith, the team’s captain.

Tonight, she was finally going to show Cassian why she was his biggest fan.

A very short and smutty Nessian fic. Inspired by a few influential tiktoks featuring some very handsome and big rugby men in short shorts and tight jerseys that instantly made me think that Cassian would be an excellent rugby player. No other plot, just sexy vibes.

Word Count: 2600

Rating: E

Read on AO3

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“Yes! Just like that! Just a little bit more, just like that - yes!”

Nesta threw her arms in the air and cheered along with the thousands of other people in the crowd as the Velaris Fighters scored five final points before the sirens that signaled the end of the game blasted through the air. Besides her, her friend Gwyn threw her arms around her neck in a hug, while their other friend Emerie blew into a bright blue plastic stadium horn.

“What a game!” Gwyn exclaimed, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “I thought for sure they wouldn’t be able to come back!”

“That was the best scrum of the season. How Rhys managed to hook the ball after the other team nearly had it -“

“And then Azriel managing to grab the ball when Rhys got tackled -“

“But we all know who was really responsible for their comeback win,” Emerie said with a wiggle of her eyebrows, eyeing Nesta.

Nesta only hummed, too distracted by watching the man of the hour: Cassian Smith, front row prop and team captain of the Velaris Fighters. He had gone through two shirts over the course of the game to her delight, and had abandoned his latest shirt, choosing to go topless while he gave a media interview on the field.

She sighed wistfully, watching the overhead lights dance across his golden brown skin. This man was the only reason she got into rugby several years ago, when she saw an ad at a bus stop for the local rugby team with Cassian front and center.

Luckily she found rugby genuinely interesting, and enjoyed going to the games. Even better, she got to ogle the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Cassian was a tall brick house of a man, nearly 6’5” of pure muscle. His upper body - shoulders, arms, back, even his neck - was a mess of highly developed muscles. Each rippling ab was defined, and his thighs were thicker than tree trunks. Most of his glorious body was covered in dark, swirling tattoos that contrasted against his golden brown skin. His shoulder length wavy hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and Nesta watched, enraptured, as he slowly took the ponytail out of his hair and raked his fingers through his sweaty locks.

She licked her lips. It felt like a personal show, just for her. If all went according to plan, then she’d be putting on a show for him soon.

“Come on, let’s go.” Gwyn bumped Nesta out of her daydream. Shaking herself, she gathered her bag and followed her friends out of the stands, joining the throng of people waiting to exit the stadium.

“You still going to go to the player’s entrance and try to get an autograph?” asked Gwyn.

“She’s going to try to get a lot more than that,” quipped Emerie.

“Be safe!” Gwyn said. “Let us know if you need a ride home or anything! Keep us updated -“

“She’s not going to have time to give us play by play updates when she’s getting railed -“

“OK, bye!” Nesta called, turning away from her laughing friends to walk towards the side player entrance where the players entered and exited the stadium. A small crowd had already assembled outside the doors, people anxiously waiting for a chance to see their favorite players.

Nesta forced her way up to the front railing separating the crowd from the door. She didn’t have to wait long - soon, players from both teams began filling out, some stopping to sign autographs. Craning her neck and standing on her tiptoes, Nesta kept her eyes trained on the door, hoping she didn’t miss him.

Finally, the door swung open and Cassian emerged. He was even more beautiful up close: his hair was damp around his face, his form fitting t-shirt clung to his body and the fading sunlight highlighted his rugged face.

Nesta lost her breath as she watched Cassian briefly look around the crowd before his eyes met hers. He looked her up and down, head to toe, before sauntering over.

“That’s a great shirt you have on. Did it come pre-ripped like that?”

Nesta grinned. She was wearing a replica of one of his jerseys, with several rips along the shoulders and sides to mimic how his uniform often looked after a particularly rough game. She had also cut a deep V-neck into the shirt to show off her impressive cleavage.

“No, I had to cut it myself. Wanted it to look more like the real thing.”

Cassian gave her a one sided grin. “Like the rest of my jerseys, it would look better shredded on the ground.”

Nesta snorted, dragging her eyes down his toned chest and lingering on the junction on his thick jean covered thighs. She lazily brought her gaze back to Cassian’s face, noting the slight blush grazing his cheeks.

“This shirt has a lot of sentimental value to me, so I don’t think I’d be willing to risk having it destroyed. I think I’ll keep this one… unless you can give me something special in return.”

She could have sworn she saw him shudder. “I can think of a few things I could give you,” he said huskily. “How about you come back to the team locker room with me? I can give you a personalized jersey, a private tour of the facilities…”

“That’s so generous of you,” Nesta purred. “I think I’d be more interested in a private tour of you , though.”

Cassian cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can take that? Most people can’t quite handle… all of me, like that.”

Nesta stared up at him and licked her lips. “How about we go somewhere private and I can prove to you that I’m more than capable of handling a big boy like yourself?” she shot back.

He smiled. “That can be arranged. Come on.” He single-handedly moved the heavy metal barrier out of the way, letting Nesta slip through. “My friend and I are going to the locker rooms,” he told the security guard at the door. The man nodded lazily, letting them back inside the building.

He quickly led them to the back of the stadium and into a large locker room. It was much nicer than Nesta expected - each player had their own personalized locker lined around the room, with a wide, wooden sitting bench in front of each cubby.

Cassian spun her out of her observations and took her face in his hands for a claiming kiss. Nesta sighed as his tongue swept inside her mouth. He broke away from her suddenly, a cocky grin on his face.

“How long were you waiting outside?” Cassian asked, sitting down in front of his locker and spreading his legs.

“Not long,” Nesta shrugged, her lips still tingling from his intense kiss. “I’m your biggest fan, so I was willing to wait a while for you.”

He smirked. “My biggest fan, huh? What else are you willing to do for me?”

Nesta hummed, then went to her knees between his spread thighs. “If you take your pants off I can show you.”

Cassian grinned, standing up to his full height so he towered above her. “I’ve already worked so hard today - how about you put in a little work and show me how much my biggest fan truly appreciates me.”

Grinning, Nesta reached up and undid the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. A considerable bulge had already formed between his thighs, and it only grew larger as her deft hands dragged Cassian’s skin tight pants down his legs. She took her time undressing him, letting her hands wander over the hard muscles in his quads and hamstrings and calves. He kicked his pants away when they bunched around his ankles.

“My, my,” Nesta murmured appreciatively, staring at the outline of his cock straining against his underwear. “What a big cock you have. I can’t wait to see it dripping for me.” She pressed a series of delicate kisses along his clothed cock, kissing up his shaft. Cassian’s abs and legs tensed in anticipation as Nesta’s mouth drew nearer and nearer to his tip.

“I can’t wait to see it stuffed down your throat,” he gritted, tearing off his shirt and tossing it by his discarded jeans. “You’ll do that for me, right? Take my fat cock down your throat? Prove to me that you really are my biggest fan?”

“Anything,” Nesta said, lightly sucking the fat head of him through his underwear. She tasted a bit of his salty precome and had to close her eyes as her desire nearly toppled her, Cassian’s deep groan reverberating through her entire body. Her center throbbed and Nesta felt wetness gathering in her underwear.

She was tired of teasing him. Yanking down his underwear, Nesta lightly pushed Cassian back so he sat down heavily on the wooden bench in front of his locker and spread his legs. She groaned. His cock was long and thick and heavy, leaning towards his stomach. Nesta took him in her small hand and gave him a few pumps.

“You did such a good job today,” Nesta said. “Let me show you what you deserve.” She dragged the flat of her tongue up from the base of his cock to his tip, then took his head into her mouth and sucked.

Cassian groaned as Nesta bobbed her head over his dick. A thrill went through her. She was really doing this. She had flirted and teased the most handsome man she had ever seen, whom she’d been lusting over for ages, and now she was sucking his cock with more determination than anything she’d ever done in her life. Nesta had reduced one of the strongest men she’d ever seen to his knees with a few licks of her tongue, and she’d never felt stronger in her life.

Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth - his was the largest cock she’d ever sucked, and she briefly wondered if she would have to eat her earlier words of proving she could handle someone as large as him. Nesta took half of his length in her mouth and sucked hard.

“Fuck Nesta, you’re so fucking good at this.” A large hand pressed against the back of her head, forcing her down on his cock. “Just like that, I know you can take all of me.”

Eyes watering, Nesta relaxed her throat as much as she could as Cassian gently pressed her head down until her nose met the wiry curls between his legs. Breathing through her nose, she looked up at Cassian.

“You’re so fucking pretty right now,” he moaned, watching her struggle to keep his length within her throat. “Didn’t think seeing you cry while you take my cock would be so hot but fuck, it is.”

Nesta’s pussy throbbed at the praise. A few tears gathered in her eyelashes and she blinked up at Cassian, begging him for anything: to let her move her head, to continue praising her, to touch her, anything.

He seemed to understand how desperate she was. Guiding her off his length, Cassian pulled Nesta up and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue tangling with hers, Nesta relaxed in his arms and against his body. His big hands made quick work of her underwear and jean shorts before he trailed his fingers longingly over the rips and tears of her shirt.

“I really want to tear this off you - it’s already ripped, it’d take so little for me to destroy it.”

“Don’t you dare!” Nesta snapped. “I told you, this shirt is special to me!”

“I can get you a dozen just like it.”

“Are you going to argue with me about a shirt or are you going to fuck me?”

Cassian shrugged. “Have it your way.” Bending down, he grabbed Nesta under her ass and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the wall so her back was against the surface.

Nesta gasped. It was hot, his casual display of strength. She felt the tip of his cock brush her soaking folds and she shifted her hips, trying to bring him even closer to her.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Cassian hissed. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet?”

“And watching you play,” Nesta admitted, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

“You poor thing,” he crooned, shifting his arms so Nesta’s legs settled in the crook of his elbows, “you’re been a desperate, wet mess for hours, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” Nesta gasped. “I’ve been so desperate for you! Please, fuck me!”

“So needy you’ll let me fuck your pussy raw, hm?” Cassian mumbled, leaning down to kiss her as he pushed his length into her tight cunt.

Nesta sighed, gripping Cassian’s huge biceps as he worked himself into her. She slumped down a bit against the wall, securely held by Cassian’s hands under her ass and his arms supporting her legs.

“How lucky I am, for my biggest fan to have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he said, withdrawing then pushing back into her. “Like you were made for me.”

She smirked at him. “Told you I could take it.”

Leaning her head against the wall, Nesta lost herself with the feel of Cassian’s big, strong body around her and his thick cock pistoning within her. He hit places she’d never felt before, and she knew she’d never be able to take anything except his glorious length.

The only sounds filling the locker room were their moans and the wet slap of his cock slamming into her pussy. Nesta felt herself getting even wetter the rougher he got. Reaching down, she furiously circled her clit.

“You feel so good,” Nesta gasped. “So perfect.”

“And you’re such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this,” Cassian groaned.

Nesta looked up at him with wide eyes. “Since I’m your biggest fan, I’ll let you come in me. Just for you.”

Cassian cursed. “You want me to come in you?”

“Yeah, want you to fill me up.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he moaned, thrusting so hard and deep inside her Nesta knew she’d be sore later. It was wonderful and everything she’d ever wanted.

“Cass, yes, right there!” She gave her clit one final brutal rub and she was coming, quaking in Cassian’s strong arms as he chased his own release.

“Fuck Nes,” Cassian groaned, emptying himself within her tight cunt. He gave her a few more weak thrusts before he stopped, resting his head in the hollow of her throat. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, he withdrew his cock from her body.

“I was worried you were actually going to destroy my shirt, you big oaf,” Nesta said as Cassian carefully set her down on shaky legs.

“I’d never destroy the first jersey I ever gave you,” he replied, gathering their clothes. “I know how much you love that thing.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Nesta said, leaning up to kiss him.

“I love you too. I don’t want to kink shame you, but when you asked me to roleplay with you as my biggest fan for some dirty locker room sex -“

“Oh, don’t say you weren’t into it right away!”

“I just thought it was a bit weird, considering my girlfriend should already be my biggest fan. Do you know the logistics I had to figure out to make sure we’d have the locker room to ourselves?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “This just means you have a pretty big leeway for what you want the next time we roleplay.”

“Oh I’ve already decided what I want. Maybe some sweaty post-workout sex, with leathers and chains, stuff like that.”

Nesta grinned. “I can’t wait.”

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #cassian acotar #acotar #my fics #my fic #rugby!cassian #rugby au #cassian is big and hot #and nesta is into it #who can blame her #a court of thorns and roses

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sallysellsseashellssundays · 1 year

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Thinking about ‘The Long Game’ and how the Doctor says Adam is Rose’s boyfriend and she immediately says “not anymore”

And just the entirety of her on-off relationship with Mickey

I feel like there’s something to be said too about how it’s implied Jackie is always with a new man...but she always loved Pete

Idk where I’m going with this exactly but I feel like dating for Rose must have been a very casual thing she learned from Jackie, I really never even got the sense that she and Mickey were in a serious relationship (neither one of them treated it that way honestly)

Maybe it’s why it’s so impactful when she talks about how the Doctor isn’t her boyfriend because he’s more important than that

#doctor who #ninerose #tenrose #mickey smith #rose tyler #just saw that gif #with adam fainting #like rose and her pretty boys is such a fanon thing to include in fics #but at the same time i feel like she never really thought too much about being flirty with someone #and just not have it be a big deal #???#idk like rose and mickey were both young #and i honestly don't think either one of them was too blame #*to blame #but at the same time they both shared the responsibility #b/c they could have just had a convo about it but again they were young #my rambling

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ehay · 1 year

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A redo of an earlier piece from almost two years ago, of Tissaia riding a horse. (new version uploaded here with a few additions)

#tissaia de vries #horse #sun #fan art #riding #blame goes to #mercisnm #for their recent piece of Tissaia and a horse #the previous version #seemed rather dull to my eyes #so I wanted to fix it #my art #which fan fic?#who knows #probably 'the bridge'

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ml-nolan · 4 months

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OMG Gaultcienne 17 or 21 for the soft prompts, please?

YEEEES—Happy New Year, LFG!

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21. this is a very long hug now sort of hug

The prickle on the back of her neck tells Lucienne that there is a nightmare in the Library of the Dreaming. The sensation does not frighten her, not anymore, but it does deliver a feeling of unease. But nightmares need assistance in the library just as anyone else might, and one nightmare has been visiting more commonly as of late.

Lucienne navigates to a section of the library overshadowed by a towering cumulonimbus cloud. When she reaches the mouth of the row, sure enough, Gault is there studying the spines.

"Can I help you find something, Gault?"

Gault start, a skinny lightning bolt shooting out toward Lucienne. Seamlessly, Lucienne dodges it. Nothing to take personally.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Gault says, face lighting up her stormy face with highlights of peach and lavender.

If a thunder cloud could be demure, if the spitting clouds of an atmospheric river could be sweet, this is how they would look. Lucienne tries to ignore the tightness in her chest at the sight.

"I am just looking for… well, you know…"

Lucienne does know. This is not Gault's first furtive visit to the Library in the past few months.

"Well then, you are in the wrong place for that. Come along."

Lucienne turns, not bothering to see if Gault is following. She can feel Gault behind her, as if she were being pursued by a malevolent sky entity. But she knows Gault cannot help that, cannot help the way her presence brings a sense of cosmic foreboding, so she is not afraid.

They cross to the section where the more recently created children's stories are kept. Many of the centuries-old ones are warnings, meant to keep children from drowning, or trusting strangers, or drawing too close to wild animals. It is only recently that stories have been built to entertain and comfort young humans. After weeks of coaxing, like trying to draw a suspicious animal from its den, this is what Gault now trusts Lucienne to find for her.

Lucienne guides her to a row packed with 20th century fairy tales, and a smile like the moon glowing through a misty sky graces Gault's lovely face. Then she quickly sobers, frozen in place. Knowing she is not yet ready to choose one herself, Lucienne makes a selection. It tells stories of bright sunny days, of fluffy white clouds that smile down upon picnics and adventures in wide open meadows.

Gault takes it in her hands as if it were a box of precious stones.

"You will not tell Lord Morpheus about this, will you?" she murmurs, as she always does.

If she is asked specifically, Lucienne must tell the truth. However, Morpheus never shows much curiosity about his subjects unless something is very wrong in his domain.

"I will not mention it to him," she says.

Suddenly strong arms are flung around her, and Lucienne is swept into a whirlwind of a hug. The longer it lasts, the more the smell of rain on newly turned soil, of ozone from a fading cloudburst, permeates her senses. After a few seconds, she gives in, raising her own arms to return the embrace. The last time she was enveloped by clouds she had wings and feathers.

It is not an unpleasant feeling, and not one that she wants to end too quickly.

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Comes from these Soft Prompts. My inbox is open if anyone wants to hop in with asks for Sandman, The Magnus Archives, or Malevolent ships (or any of my OCs).

#Gaulcienne #Lucienne the Librarian #Gault the Sandman #the sandman netflix #Lucienne didn't realize how much she needed a damn hug #Gault wants a teddy bear's picnic #who can blame her #Gaultcienne #Gault x Lucienne #Kick's fics

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youchangedmedestiel · 22 days

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 1,410

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Canon Universe, It doesn't happened in the show, but I guess it could have happened at some point, Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Cooks, well he's trying to but cas is distracting him, Dean Winchester Calls Castiel "cute", his tongue slipped, It happens, but it's a good thing here, First Kiss, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Miscommunication, because it wouldn't be them otherwise, Fluff, Castiel Cooks (Supernatural), like he helps dean, Castiel's Head Tilt (Supernatural), it's cute and dean agrees

Summary:

Dean accidentally thinks out loud and lets out that he thinks Cas is cute. That’s the story of his struggle, but it was worth it because it ends well.

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