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bobwess · 1 year

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NEW FIC!

Dean had entered the empty with nothing but blind confidence and half a plan. How hard could it be? It had been over a century since he got here. Dean is more than half mad from the isolation and he barely remembers who he's searching for. And he has forgotten Cas' face.

First two chapters up on Ao3! Expanding on one of my own prompts into a full story. Preview below cut. READ HERE.

He ran.

Dean used to worry that the Empty would catch up to him. He understood now. She… it? The Empty was back at rest. He would have thought endless running would make waves, but decades passed and there was not a whisper to suggest she was there. He wondered if it was because he wasn't technically hers. He was human… or at least was a long time ago.

Now he was becoming nothing and no one.

He supposed an eternity steeped in nothing would do that.

There was only running. From the second he slipped through the inky maw into the Empty, he was running. Hours slipped into centuries and still, running. It is all he could do.

Now he was... he couldn't imagine what he looked like. Twisted limbs and rotting flesh probably. Or maybe he had been here so long he was dripping with ink. Perhaps he didn't exist at all.

There wasn't enough fire to forge his soul into anything here. This was easily enough torment to have demonized him if he were in hell, but here didn't have the variety of damnation. There, your whole world was fire and agony. Here he didn't have a world. He hardly remembered what the world was. He'd been running in the nothing seven times as long as he ever existed in a world; Hell, purgatory, and on earth combined. Those memories were barely in his infancy, but then again, who could really tell anymore?

The only reason they shined so bright was that there was nothing that really followed them. His entire life was just running. Right now he couldn't even grasp the concept of stopping enough to remember if it was possible. If he found what he was looking for maybe he could learn again. He would fix this. He… Cas. Cas could fix this. He could teach him how to stop and help him learn himself again. He doesn't know how, but Cas could fix this.

Dean delves into his memory, pulling up his brother telling him words he hoped were still somehow a close approximation of English.

"My entire life, you've protected me…please... put the gun away…"

Sam's dead. The thought hits him in the face the same it always does. Sam's been dead a long time. He can't remember. Sometimes when he thinks about that, he sees Sam get stabbed in the back. Sometimes he sees Sam get his throat ripped out or shot. He doesn't know which one is real and which are made up.

"Saving people, hunting things. The family business."

Dean wonders how many of his memories are made up.

Not Cas. Cas is real. Cas could fix things.

He had to find Cas.

"Dean Winchester is saved."

Not yet. You have to save me.

He ran.

#spn #supernatural #deancas #destiel #fic #ao3 #the empty #finale fixit

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valeron99 · 7 months

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Another place and time Without a great divide.

#lokius #loki mobius #loki x mobius #loki spoilers #loki series #loki season 2 #loki #loki laufeyson #loki finale #loki s2 #loki art #loki fixit #hugs #mobius #lokius headcanons #they deserved better

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monstrous-angels · 4 months

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Sephiroth when he finds out about Fanfics.

#Sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii #ya'll be indulgent #ship your crack ships #your ocs #your fixit fics #your love letters #he'd love it #its canon

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morallygreyintrovert · 3 months

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Today I put on my big girl pants and decided to finally start writing my SPN fix-it fic which starts with Cas in the empty. I’ve been day dreaming about this forever now despite never having written a single thing. So screw you executive function and perfectionist tendencies. The first chapter draft title was ‘once we meet again’ and I wasn’t overly fond of it but I decided to not procrastinate over a chapter title and come back to it later.

Anyway as I was nearing the end of the first chapter, a perfectly fitting song came to mind for the overall vibe of the chapter and thus the final (or so I think) title was born. And I am very pleased with myself so I thought I’d share with the group. Plus a sneak peak of the first paragraph if anyone would like to read it and leave me their HONEST thoughts, it would be much appreciated.

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concord-and-cliches · 1 year

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i like the long hair look and i doubt it's a style borne of choice in-universe but in any case i do think he'd get dunked on

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stormxpadme · 28 days

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There's another chapter to my X-Men '97 Jean/Logan/Scott fanfic to be found here , inspired by another gorgeous fanart as seen above by dear @yakichoufd!

#x men #across misc x verses #scogean #scogan #x men 97 #scott summers #nathan summers #jean grey #cyclops #wolverine #stormys fanfics #the fixit to the finale that we need and deserve #chapter 3 with the fixit for logan coming #when it's no longer 5 am in the morning here

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productofaritual · 5 months

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Imagine

After killing c!Dream and running around to tell people about it, c!clingy actually makes it to c!Punz in time.

They see him in the middle of reviving Dream. They realize what he's doing. Tommy tackles Punz, Tubbo grabs the revival book. Punz is knocked out. They don't know what to do.

They talk about it. Figure out what he was doing from the half written "Dre" in the pages. In a fit of rage, Tubbo beats Punz to death with the revival book.

Fucking ironic.

But it's over. It's done, well and truly done. Dream is dead. They have the revival book.

It's time to plan their trip to L'Moonburg

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triscribeaucollection · 5 months

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@foxstronaut: #YEAH SO I DID IN FACT WANT TO SEE IT#this is so good……this au just keeps getting better……….tysm for the link to this post!!#the wider context of the time travel……the fallout of bens betrayal…..#positively eating this up#also if i can ask- what is the ‘shereshoy’ mentioned in ur tag? :0

Shereshoy is the capstone of my Vod'e An Star Wars series, which is ALL about time travel, but I keep copy-pasting the intro scene into different AUs because it is. Definitely one of my favorite bits of writing to date.

Here's the series summary:

Have you ever seen a time traveler dropped into the middle of someone else's butterfly effect? How about several dozen someones? AKA I nabbed all my fave clone troopers and sprinkled them into a much happier galaxy, with a touch of violence on top. As a treat.

Aaand just for laughs, here's the intro scene in question:

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The Force screamed in the middle of the night, and Ahsoka lurched awake with one overriding thought: not again.

Both lightsabers immediately flew to her hands as she rolled out of bed - boots and outer robes left behind in her sprint for the door. For the first time since constructing her own hab at Luke’s school, Ahsoka regretted putting herself on a neighboring ridge instead of down in the valley among the students.

Even as she ran, the Force flickered with another youngling’s death.

Beams of red light in the darkness, matched to knots of Dark power, drew her forward at even greater speed. Bounding off rocks and trees, the togruta remained nearly silent with every leap; she instinctively shielded herself with the Force to mask her approach, until the moment she burst out over the heads of three Sith acolytes, and let her own power flare.

Their helmeted heads snapped upwards. In the span of two heartbeats, her white sabers slashed, and those same heads fell to the ground, their bodies following after a brief pause.

Ahsoka landed in a battle-ready crouch, positioned defensively over a boy collapsed on the ground. When no further Sith revealed themselves, she deactivated and tucked away one lightsaber, freed hand reaching for the teenager at her feet. “Jacen?”

“I’m okay,” he rasped, heart pounding hard enough her lekku could feel the vibrations. “What- what’s happening?”

“Another Purge,” Ahsoka said, fighting hard to keep her voice level. “Can you feel Ezra?” After a moment’s pause, his face scrunched with desperate concentration, Jacen nodded. “Then let’s go. I’ll watch your back.”

The boy staggered upright, and led her around to the far side of the school buildings: student sleeping huts, a kitchen and meal hall, storage and laundry and library. Most of them bore scorch marks and other damage, while further up the valley, the actual temple where Luke handled meditation and combat training burned.

Storm clouds rumbled overhead, an echo of the fury roaring in Ahsoka’s mind. Twice, cracks of lightning revealed fallen bodies as she and Jacen ran past.

Another set of Sith attempted an ambush, only to falter when they registered her white lightsabers. Ahsoka didn’t hesitate to leap forward and deal with them swiftly, before any attention could be turned to the padawan beside her. Jacen, thankfully, didn’t attempt to join her, nor did he comment afterward - but his Force-presence shivered and pulled in even tighter on itself.

The next enemies they came across were a squad of stormtroopers, concentrating fire on a solitary figure, who deflected incoming plasma bolts and shot back his own with the same weapon. Ahsoka could sense two more younglings hidden behind Ezra’s billowed cloak, and increased her speed.

One trooper spotted her mid-charge. He and his neighbor turned to shoot at the new target, but their bolts went wild, too far off the mark to even require deflection. Ridiculous, Ahsoka could hear in her mind, as she spun and slashed, No brother would have gotten off Kamino with aim like that; do they even bother training these shinies, or just hand ‘em armor and a blaster and a new set of orders?

Faster than droids, but not nearly as fast or coordinated as clones, which meant Ahsoka carved through the stormtroopers within moments. As the last blaster fell in pieces to the ground, she saw Jacen dash past to crash against his favorite teacher with a desperate hug. Ezra wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, the other still holding his lightsaber. “Ahsoka?”

“Get to my ship,” she ordered, as another peal of thunder rang above their heads, and the first few raindrops began to fall. “Don’t wait for anyone else, just take off and get to safety.”

Expression grim, Ezra nodded, and turned to drop into a crouch. He helped Alora get to her feet, the girl holding Grogu against her chest. “Pypey?”

The teenager shook her head, headscarf gone, face covered in tears. Ezra didn’t waste any more time before hustling her and Jacen off, towards the hidden landing pad where they kept hyper-capable craft. Ahsoka barely waited before hurrying onward again.

She passed more bodies; some students, some stormtroopers, the occasional Sith in black and red armor. The rain began coming down harder, turning the ground slick with mud, dragging visibility down to mere feet and severely impacting how much Ahsoka could sense with her hollow montrals.

But the Force didn’t falter. Every leap took her from one mostly-stable spot to another, following further death knells and surges of power, all the way up to the front steps of the old Jedi temple set into the mountainside. All the way to Luke.

Despite his much smaller stature, he moved like Anakin, and she could feel the intense emotions racing through him. One trooper after another fell, Luke refusing to let any of them put so much as a single foot on the steps into his school, his Academy. More bodies sprawled across the stones behind him; only one still flickered faintly with life.

Ahsoka took over the fight.

She landed ahead and just to one side of Luke, better positioned to defend the one student still gasping for breath. “Go! Take her and go!” Her fellow Jedi hesitated, clearly torn between multiple directions. “She’s dying, Luke, take Jaina and go, NOW!”

His Force-presence flared, then settled, decision made. Ahsoka felt the man lunge, scoop up his wounded student, and bolt into the Temple. She knew he’d follow a secret route out to the far side of the mountain, where an overhang sheltered his old X-Wing. With any luck, Artoo would be waiting, engines already fired up and ready to take off.

Even without luck, Ahsoka would buy them enough time to escape. Raindrops sizzled off her lightsabers as she swept them through the air, evaporating into steam that trailed after her every movement.

And Ahsoka moved.

#star wars #vod'e an series #ahsoka tano #time travel fixit #shereshoy #which was SUPPOSED to be the final installment #but then haat ijaa haa'it happened #and who knows when that will be finished #but that's just individual snippet chapters #the full plot of the series is Done and Dusted

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destieltaggedfic · 1 month

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Hi! I was wondering if you knew of any good fics about Dean saving Cas from The Empty?

Gosh, there are literally thousands of fic these days about rescuing Cas, which I suppose is why you're asking, because where do you start otherwise? Also check out the tag finale fixits where there are also some.

Fills the Room Up - Zeke21 Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. Sam is desperate to rescue Cas because Dean has all but given up. Even getting him to help with the latest spell was a challenge. But when the spell actually takes Dean to the empty, The Shadow makes a deal with him. If Dean can find Cas it will let Dean stay with the angel forever. Cas has a very big problem with that.

Word Count: 8k No Sex

Everything is Blue – MalMuses Ao3

Set S15 AU. Dean has no hope, until Michael comes to tell them that The Empty is collapsing and spitting out all the angels in it. Dean will take the chance they have at making sure Cas is one of them.

Word Count: 5k No Sex

one step closer - rhinestoneangels (almondrose) Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. In the empty no angel or demon is in their vessels. Dean still knows Cas when he finds him.

Word Count: 4k No Sex

the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love – starkmccall Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. Apparently Dean is the only one who can get Cas back from the empty. That’s fine he’ll do what he needs to to convince Cas to come home with him.

Word Count: 3k No Sex

Out of the Empty – chevrolangels Ao3

Set S15 AU. After they’d locked Chuck away Dean had finally made his move and when he woke the next morning Cas had disappeared. It doesn’t take long to find a way to get angels out, but its an all or nothing deal so plans need to be made first.

Word Count: 6k Non-Graphic Sex

#destiel #rec asks #finale fixit #the empty

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bobwess · 11 months

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SPN Finale Fix-it Fic

Posted here in its entirety given the times. When we're back online, please find me at Bob Wess on ao3.

Jack watched Chuck fade out of view through the back window, breathing in a slow sigh of relief. They succeeded. He was done.

"And we're sure sure that he can't figure out how to get his power back?" Dean confirmed, glancing up in the rear view mirror. "I mean, he was God. He knows literally everything."

"He doesn't anymore." Jack said softly, leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes. "That much knowledge would kill him, he's human. He can't remember."

"You doing okay back there, kid?"

"Yeah." He replied weakly.

Dean kept his gaze for a moment before he just turned back to driving.

Sam glanced back, doing his best to mask his concern. "You get some rest, Jack. You did good back there."

"Thanks." Jack failed to mutter. Closing his eyes didn't help, but once he had he forgot how to open them. He had existed his whole life… just one moment in one place.

Right now he was everywhere. Like electricity, a thought and he could see it. Anywhere in the world. He checked in on Donna, Eileen, Bobby, Charlie... He peered through the bunker. He looked in the silo. He could do all that from the car speeding down the highway, one single path through the infinite multitudes.

It was an adjustment.

Chuck's memory was fathomless, and it was spreading like wildfire across his brain, unfolding eons in seconds, cataloging an eternity in the void balanced with Amara and Death before he took breath and birthed the warriors of his sister's confinement. Jack saw the moment the horsemen split. He saw the big bang. He saw the creation of angels, crafted from the supernovas of a chaotic forming universe. He watched countless worlds rise from sparks into empires and fade to dust. He found himself catching up to the present. He watched Sam and Dean's life from birth, not sure if the tears were only in his head when he watched a demon slit his wrist over Sam's crib. He watched John Winchester impart his discipline on them. He watched a knife in Sam's back and hellhounds at Dean's ankles. He felt a physical punch to the gut when Castiel laid a hand on Dean's shoulder in hell.

Dean Winchester is saved.

"That was when the connection broke." Jack thought he had said it out loud, but when no one in the car responded he realized he was mistaken. It was too much of an effort to speak up again.

He watched it again, once, twice. It made him feel physically nauseous. All of the unfathomed cosmos were perfectly in tune with Chuck, the small flicker of an angel's doubt was like a lightning bolt. Angels obeyed. That was all they knew how to do. They weren't like his archangels with their own intuitions, angels were merely an extension of him, programmed to follow orders.

"He wasn't pulling the strings." Jack tried to assure them, but again he realized he hadn't moved his lips. "Chuck wanted to see the story… he didn't want to write it. Not until the end. That was all you…"

He watched Ruby corrupt Sam in parallel to Dean's corruption of Cas.

Castiel wasn't the first angel to pull away from heaven, but he was the first one to be tainted with the soul of a righteous man rather than the temptations of sin. It was fascinating.

Chuck never knew which path Dean would take, but he knew where every possible path could lead. Not a single prediction saw Dean get into that church. Castiel had achieved the unachievable. Providence was subverted. A thousand new paths opened up and the cosmic rush was intoxicating.

He almost forgot to reach through and pull Dean out of that church before Lucifer stepped into the world and melted the flesh off his bones. Sam too, why not?

He spent simultaneously millenia and mere hours, riding the high of being confronted with the true unknown. He was disappointed when the puzzle pieces started sliding into place, the picture clearing. New paths were cemented; The story was different now, but he could see it again. The loss was impossible to set aside.

Raphael had smited Cas so thoroughly there wasn't even enough to scrape into the empty. This provided him with a unique opportunity. He could pull him back together. He was careful, taking care, hundreds of years within frozen time. He had to get it perfect, he could not risk losing the small shard of Dean's soul that severed his bond with fate.

When Cas came back. the paths blurred and when it was done these three improbable rebels had averted the certainty of the apocalypse. Once again as the earth sealed over and the dust settled, Chuck had found himself already craving the uncertainty of Castiel. He went to work rebuilding him again.

The dread Chuck felt when Dean took the mark competed with the thrill of seeing where that led, and suddenly he felt connected to Dean in a way he never had any human before. Reconciliation with his sister, a trip through the cosmic potential at the edges of interminable realities, and by his return the story of Earth had been turned on end.

Jack felt the wave of hatred for himself, and he imagined giving a weak smile at the emotional mess he'd have to sort through to reconcile that later. He turned his back, wishing to avoid reliving the pain and turmoil he himself caused from a whole new perspective. Chuck's omniscience seemed to flicker and fade after Sam's soul splintered into his shoulder anyway.

He rushed through to the end, desperate to catch up to the present in the diminishing hope that he'd be able to wrestle these memories under control. Time had been moving so fast at the start of… well, time itself. Now each second was painfully slow, and he aged centuries sorting through Chuck's analysis of every minute. "Sir, this is a radio shed."

Chuck was choking down on the reins, brushing right up against the his own applied limits to affect free will before finally tearing everything down in every reality but one. And then he began to deconstruct that.

Jack was distracted by feeling the pull of every soul as they were erased off the planet. An instant for any observer on earth, but each person one at a time for him.

He almost missed Cas and Dean run out of Death's library.

"When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.…"

Jack blinked back tears again, heart racing as he watched the scene continue.

The empty was tearing open. Cas tried to throw Dean to the side, but the hunter grabbed his arm, pulling Cas close and throwing his arms around him.

"Dean, please-" Cas shouted over the sounds of the slithering void reaching towards them. Jack could feel the second hand panic exploding out from both of them.

"I love you, Cas." Dean breathed, directly in Cas' ear. He arched involuntarily as he felt the ink touch his back, but he held on tight. His prayer was clear. You aren't going without me.

Jack felt Chuck himself invade the room, standing in the silence left behind, the violence of moments ago fading into absence, a world once again without Death, a world missing an impossible pair. And a wholly unsatisfying ending.

Jack felt another nauseating twist in his gut when he felt the idea blossom.

He'd just build another.

No.

It was easy, really.

Please no.

The memories continued, pushing through every attempt Jack made to slow them. His hands… the perverse hand of God, sewing together a human body, stuffing it with a hastily crafted approximation of a half finished soul. Cracked drywall smoothed over with reconstructed memories, edited to his liking. The story would be finished. He didn't rip everyone off this earth just to end it there.

Chuck left him on the floor, phone ringing on the ground, and a memory of staying silent while Cas was ripped from existence.

Jack tore his eyes open, gasping for air as he pulled himself out of it. He locked eyes with Dean in the mirror, and felt the shudder down his spine.

It wasn't Dean.

Dean was in the empty.

Dean was gone.

This isn't Dean.

"You sure you're okay?" Not Dean asked over his shoulder, suggesting to Jack his expressions had all been in his head.

"Yeah." He replied softly.

He didn't tell them.

The imposter was acting normal, and Sam was none the wiser, and with all of Jack's wisdom he didn't know what to do besides do nothing at all. He said his goodbyes and stepped out of time to think.

"You want to bring them back." Amara's voice wasn't accusing, but it wasn't necessarily approving either. "This is your idea of hands off?"

"I'm doing it."

"Interfering is what got Chuck in trouble in the first place."

"I'm not Chuck." Jack said firmly. "And I'm not leaving them there."

She looked across the bunker at the figure that couldn't see them. "What are you going to do about him?"

Jack closed his eyes. "I don't know."

"You know you won't be able to pull Dean out with that thing here."

"That thing is Dean… sort of."

"And that's the problem." Amara finished. "The soul can't exist in tandem like that. They'll consume each other as they try to merge."

"He doesn't have a soul." Jack said mournfully. "Not really."

"Close enough to cause problems."

"It's not fair anyway." Jack murmured. "To Sam…" Sam hadn't noticed yet, but Jack was counting the days. The new Dean was a bluff, a collection of memories and intent robust enough to ride out the last apocalypse to completion, but it was never meant to navigate the world any further. The seams were coming undone, and soon they would be without subtlety.

"I don't want Sam to know." Jack paused. "He shouldn't have to know how long his brother has been gone, or where.

"You're not going to be able to wait much longer."

"I'll figure it out." And he did.

Five inches.

The slightest adjustment, five inches to the left, letting a vampire and a poorly placed hook do the dirty work for him.

Jack kept his eyes on every corner of earth, heaven, hell, and purgatory to try to hide from tearful goodbyes from a whisper of his father. He blocked out Sam's despaired prayers, begging him to help.

I am helping. I can rescue him now.

Jack finally used the last spark of an imposter Dean's almost-soul to rip a hole into the nothingness beyond reality. He liked to think that this Dean had been Dean enough that he'd have willingly sacrificed himself for a chance to rescue his family from the Entity.

It was enough to steel himself for the task ahead.

With the presence of God and the audacity of a Winchester, he stepped through, and he wouldn't be leaving without his fathers.

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#destiel #spn fanfic #ao3 #finale fix-it #spn finale fixit #supernatural #deancas

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