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Hellooooo Wings in the Dark readers. Just wanted to pop in and let you know, I forgot to tell you, I decided a while back that there's SO MUCH to WITD that there's likely going to be more than one book, at LEAST two.
I've got two different titles I'm playing with for sequels and either one will come out victorious, or I'll get to use both considering the span of time I'm gonna have to cover.
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there is not enough vampire!levi x reader, just... not enough
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I just Made A New Blog: AngelAnimeDesaray
I'm moving all my anime and otome content over there, namely SAO, AOT, MLQC, and Devils' Line. so if you're here for that content, it's going to be at @angelanimedesaray I've also opened writing requests for those fandoms over there, especially since I'm in a fan fever for them right now and the muse should come easily, so go ahead and reblog to spread the news.
#mlqc#aot#sao#devils line#mr love queen's choice#attack on titan#sword art online#new blog#new anime blog#angeldesaray
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...There’s Always A Chance...
AN: Sequel for "Statistically Speaking..." Mainly cause I was begged for a sequel. I'd already entertained the idea, but the begging settled it. By the way, this ended up being super long, soooo there’s going to be a part 3. This is officially a mini series haha. I’m calling it the “Survivability” Mini-Series
Characters: Fem!Reader (Referenced), Connor, Hank Anderson, Captain Fowler
Pairing: Connor x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Death, Injury/Mentions of Injury, Angst
Word Count: 2387
<---Previous Part Masterlist Next Part --->
“It comes and goes in waves. It always runs back, but it’s never quite the same. Well I think there’s something wrong with me. Got nothing to believe, can’t you see it on my face. I was going for the title got it by a tidal wave. Can’t stay in the shallows, please tell me I won’t wash away. When it pulls me under will you make me stronger, will you be my breath through the deep, deep water? Take me farther, give me one day longer. Will you be my breath through the deep, deep water? Deep water. Deep water. Ain’t even scratched the surface. Thinking I deserve the dream, but I don’t deserve the hurting. I want the flame without the burning, but I can’t find my purpose when I don’t know what my worth is.” --”Deep Water” by American Authors
The whir echoing through the parking lot grew louder, turning into a grating whine. The dim red glow under the snow brightened, flickered, puttered out before lighting up bright and alarming.
Rebooting...Rebooting...Rebooting...
A cough. Sputtering, choked, fresh blue soaking into white.
The snow was disturbed from where it had settled hours ago as limbs moved, choppily bracing against the ground before pushing up with a groan.
Warning: System Failure Imminent. Warning: System Failure Imminent. Warning: System Failure Imminent. Warning: System Failure Imminent.
Thirium struggled to flow through damaged systems, leaking through the holes and breaks in the very wiring that was supposed to keep it in. Inner components struggled to work after exposure to the cold for hours, grinding and groaning with the effort, occasionally seizing before being pushed forward by sheer will.
Thirium Levels low. Warning: System Failure Imminent. Biocomponents Damaged. Warning: System Failure Imminent.
Arms tried to drag a struggling body forward, but the parts wouldn’t cooperate with the will, only moving enough to prop up on locked elbows.
“He...help...”
The synthesized voice broke through the quiet of the parking lot, choked out by more thirium streaming to the ground over trembling lips.
Again.
“Help!”
Warning: System Failure Imminent.
“Help!”
LED flickered, dimming--limbs slowly lowering back to the ground.
Not yet...not yet...
“Help...” A strained whisper.
Footfalls. Voices. Muddled as the non-vital components started to shut down, power diverting to the parts needed to continue operating. Optical units were one of those already shut down, but someone could still be heard approaching.
“Holy shit--”
“This was fairly recent--”
“He’s still alive! How the hell--”
“He still has something to live for. Help me with him--”
“We need to move fast, or he won’t make it--”
He was being moved. Arms wrapped around him, hands grasping to help support, snow and thirium slipping to the ground.
He’s still alive, they’d said, whoever they were.
He’s still alive.
I am alive.
*Hank POV*
Day 1
Hank was on his feet, pacing slowly in the waiting room. Even though Connor’s sacrifice got you to the emergency room, your condition was volatile. You hadn’t woken up, you had crashed twice already, you’d already been in and out of the surgery room three or four times, and the doctors weren’t very optimistic about your chances. All Hank could do was pace and wait, since he was worried about what he would miss if he left. It had been a stressful first day, and he hadn’t even dealt with what had happened to Connor yet.
Hank’s phone started ringing in his pocket. A quick look gave him an unwelcome name.
Fowler.
He’d already ignored his calls for the first half of the day, he might as well answer now. If he pushed the guy too far, he might lose his badge. Besides, usually Fowler knew to give up if Hank hadn’t answered by now. If he was still calling, it might be something important.
Hank’s voice was sharp as he finally answered. “What?”
“For fuck’s sakes, Hank, why the hell haven’t you answered your goddamn phone?” Fowler yelled. The frown that had been on Hank’s face for hours by now deepened into a full-fledged scowl.
“She’s still at the hospital, and her conditions unstable, where the fuck do you think I’ve been, Jeffrey?” Hank barked back.
“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for hours--Cyberlife wants to know where the hell their android is, and I’m tired of them riding my ass for your fuck up!”
Hank paused. “Where their--what d’you mean, where their android is? I told you, Connor was lying right where we found them!”
“Well apparently you weren’t paying attention, cause it’s not there now, and Cyberlife is pissed! Are you sure it was destroyed?”
“I’m pretty fucking sure, Jeffrey! He was pumped full of bullets and his LED wasn’t on--not to mention all the blue blood all over the place was his. There was no way in hell he was still alive!”
“Well then how the fuck do you explain it not being there when Cyberlife went to recover what was left?”
“Maybe they should have gotten out their faster?” Hank suggested in an acidic voice. “If they took their sweet time finding Connor, someone else might have got there first and scavenged him.”
The thought made Hank sick, but it was the only explanation he could come up with for why Connor wasn’t still out there. He’d seen the android--he’d been destroyed.
“That android better show up in the next 48 hours, or you’re dealing with this mess, Hank, not me!” Fowler snapped, hanging up the phone before Hank could yell at him any more.
“Ghaa!” Hank fumed, barely resisting the urge to pitch the phone. As if the entire situation hadn’t been fucked up already.
Hank looked back in the direction the doctors kept appearing to give him updates on your situation. He needed to figure out what had happened to Connor, but...it would have to wait until your situation stabilized somewhat.
He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he left and something happened to you.
*Undisclosed Location*
“I’m going to need more thirium. And do we have any 9428v components?”
“No. Have you fixed the--”
“I’ve already done everything I can for the thirium flow, we need to replace some of these damaged components if he’s going to make it off this table.”
Footsteps. A new voice.
“You said you found someone?”
“Yeah--he was lying in the snow, barely alive, but he was definitely trying to hold on.”
The footsteps moved closer. A pause.
“I know who this is...why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“You were gone, and he needed attention--”
“This is the deviant hunter.”
Silence.
Then, quietly, “He needs help.”
“You’re always telling us to be better than them. Now’s our chance.”
“You don’t understand, if he wakes up, we’re all dead.”
“We can’t just let him die, either! It’s not right!”
“What should we do?”
Silence, again. Longer this time.
“What does he need?”
A soft sigh of relief. A noise of frustration.
“Thirium, obviously. Some biocomponents, a replacement for that leg. He’s highly advanced, though, we won’t find some of these parts at your everyday Cyberlife warehouse or store.”
“We can’t help him, then--that solves the problem.”
“I never said we couldn’t help him...”
“...It’ll just be dangerous. The stupid kind of dangerous.”
“Or suicidal.”
“What should we do?”
*Hank’s POV*
Day 3
Dead ends. Busts, false leads, and dead ends was all Hank’s investigation had gotten him, and he was shit out of luck. Jeffrey would be trying to reach him again at any moment now, demanding Hank deal with the heat from Cyberlife for losing their advanced prototype.
He’d honestly tried to find out what happened to Connor, but by the time he got to the crime scene again, the snow had covered any possible tracks, and the thirium had disappeared long before his arrival. He couldn’t see any tracks to follow, or any sign of a third party, or that Connor had miraculously gotten up and walked off on his own.
Though if Connor survived, Hank was sure he would have showed up by now. It was because he hadn’t returned, and because Hank had seen him and known he was dead, that he’d ruled out the possibility of Connor still being alive.
At the moment, however, Hank firmly believed the investigation could go fuck itself. You’d crashed again, and were once more in emergency surgery. From the way the doctors were talking, they were just about ready to give up. As a result, Hank was once more in the waiting room, Sitting firmly planted in an uncomfortable chair, leaning forward with eyes staring blankly at the ground in front of him.
The entire situation felt too much like what had happened to Cole.
This part of the hospital was particularly busy--it was Detroit. People got injured all the time. They were numerous enough that Hank had grown used to ignoring all the bustle and started to only respond when it was a doctor approaching him about your status. The rest of the time he could effectively ignore everyone else.
So it was that he didn’t hear the footsteps or see the figure walking carefully towards him.
He did, however, hear the voice loud and clear.
“Lieutenant?”
Hank’s head snapped up, followed quickly by the rest of him as his shock propelled him to his feet.
“What the fuck?”
It was Connor. In once piece. Standing in front of him like nothing had happened.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Connor’s clothes still looked disheveled, his tie was missing, his shoes looked like secondhand sneakers instead of his usual dress shoes, and there was a clear bullet hole in his pant leg. The only reason he wasn’t soaked in blood--at least visibly--had to be the whole thirium disappearing after a few hours thing. And considering the bullet hole in his pant leg, Hank was almost positive if he looked there would be bullet holes in the back of his jacket.
Hank would have asked if it was just some replacement sent by Cyberlife if he couldn’t see the serial number on his jacket and all the evidence that this was the very same Connor that he’d seen destroyed the other night.
“How the hell are you here? I saw you--you were dead!” Hank’s disbelief was obvious as he strode up to the android, taking all of him in. Aside from the clothes, he looked...different. Something had changed.
“Not yet, Lieutenant. I had to reboot my systems--it took a few hours,” Connor said carefully.
“So you just...what, walked off without telling anyone?” Hank asked, feeling a surge of anger at the thought.
“No. I didn’t walk anywhere,” Connor said vaguely.
Hank leaned back, appraising Connor closely. The android was usually painfully specific, not frustratingly concise.
“Someone helped you?” Hank prodded.
“Yes.”
When Connor didn’t elaborate, Hank leaned in, eyebrows raised. “Well? Who was it, who helped you?”
Connor actually hesitated. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, Lieutenant.”
That was a surprise.
“You can’t tell me, huh?” Hank echoed, watching Connor closely. The android stared right back, but with hard determination in his eyes.
He wasn’t going to budge. He wasn’t going to breathe a word of who had helped him.
It sure as hell hadn’t been Cyberlife. So whoever had helped him...very likely had broken quite a few laws in doing so.
“Can’t or won’t?” Hank asked, watching Connor’s expression carefully.
Connor remained silent, but Hank saw that determination in his eyes harden.
In other words, he knew, but he wasn’t going to tell.
Atta boy.
“All right...well, what matters is that you’re here now, right?” Hank said carefully, backing away. Connor watched him closely, almost like he didn’t think Hank was just going to drop the subject just like that.
But he was. For now, anyway, since Connor was clearly protecting someone.
Connor looked down the hall in the direction the doctors were currently in surgery with you again. “It’s been three days--how is she?” he asked.
“She’s still alive, but...the doctor’s aren’t too optimistic. She’s been in and out of surgery, she’s in a coma...they say it was a miracle she made it to the hospital in the first place. You wouldn’t happen to know something about that, would you?”
Connor’s LED flashed red so quickly Hank wasn’t entirely sure he’d actually seen it. Again, Connor remained silent.
He’s not going to talk about what happened.
Connor remained fixed in place for a few painfully long moments before he broke the silence that had settled between the two of them, his LED blinking yellow.
“Do you think she’s going to be all right, Lieutenant?”
Hank leaned back in his seat. “Whatever you did out there helped, Connor. But I think the only thing we can do for her right now is hope she makes it.”
*Connor POV*
Connor didn’t move again until the doctor approached them, an android nurse following close behind. Since Connor hadn’t torn his gaze from the hallway, he saw them coming first.
It felt like his gut was twisting itself up in knots, throat tightening as he fixed the cuffs of his ruined jacket.
Somewhere in the far back of his mind he had the thought that he’d need replacement clothes, and he’d have to come up with an explanation for Cyberlife, but he didn’t let his thoughts wander much beyond that, because the doctor was approaching them, and all of his focus right now was on you, not Cyberlife and his own current situation, you.
“How is she?” Connor asked before Hank could even finish rising from his seat. The doctor gave Connor an odd look, then turned his attention back to Hank, addressing the Lieutenant over Connor.
“Her condition is getting worse. At this point, there’s really nothing we can do for her, except perhaps an experimental treatment. But the chances of success for the treatment are far too slim for me to confidently suggest it.
“What’s her chance of survivability if she has the treatment?” Connor asked sharply, though this time he was addressing the android nurse specifically.
“Eleven percent,” the android promptly answered.
“Is there any way to increase those chances, even marginally?” Connor pressed almost as soon as the android finished answering his first question.
“Certain situational adjustments could increase chance of survivability, but not by much.”
“Not enough for me to change my mind that it’s not a good idea,” the doctor said sternly. Hank, however, was looking at Connor.
“What do you think, Connor?”
Connor looked sharply at the Lieutenant, an intense purpose in his eyes. “She had a two percent chance of survival in the parking lot before I made situational adjustments, eight percent before I was...interrupted. Her odds of surviving with this treatment are better than her odds for making it out of that parking lot alive were.”
Something flashed in Hank’s eyes at Connor’s statement, though Connor couldn’t quite gauge the emotion he was displaying on his features before Hank turned back to the doctor.
He was the only human here at the hospital to speak for you, so the decision was his.
“Do the treatment, then.”
Next Part --->
Tags: @tea-with-loki @kawaiispacepriincess @thecrazybluefangirl @littleblue5mcdork @noodledraw
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It's interesting how you recommended the Test of Time series by AngelDesaray and Future Imperfect by The Real Thing as fanfics, because you seem like the kind of person who would disagree with the implications of those fics even if you liked them. They both have someone time traveling to prevent Anakin from turning to the Dark Side and defeat Palpatine, thus saving the Jedi Order and the Republic from falling. However, you and I both know that this scenario isn't logical for Star Wars. Both the Jedi Order and the Republic were so dysfunctional and corrupt, and Palpatine was so powerful and popular and his plans so calculating and thoroughly implemented that even if Anakin didn't turn, there was little chance that he and the Jedi could have defeated him. Besides, even if they could have managed it, the Jedi still would have gotten into trouble with the Senate and the general public, and Palpatine's followers might have still ensured that both institutions fell. Also, I don't think that either the Senate or the Jedi Council would have been reasonable enough to listen to anyone's warnings about their downfall or their proposed solutions until it was too late. IMO, the most any time traveler could have saved was Anakin and possibly his family.
That being said, if Luke (post-ROTJ) had traveled back in time to the time of the Clone Wars and stayed long enough to ensure that Anakin didn't turn and the changes had affected his timeline, what kind of future do you think he would be returning to?
I do agree that Order 66 and the fall of the Order and Republic would have still happened, regardless of whether Anakin Skywalker actually went dark or not. However, those fics also have Luke telling everyone he’s from the future, and all this shit will happen if they don’t get their act together. If you go by the TCW retcon that has the clones turning on the Jedi because they were chipped by Palpatine, then it’s more implausible that Order 66 would have been prevented by Luke’s time travel. However, if you go by the original canon that they were victims who were groomed to be obedient to those with power over them and turned on their slavemasters in the order, then it’s a bit more plausible if you consider the possibility that the Jedi agreed to set them free after Luke told them what would happen.
I do agree that the Test of Time series by Angel Desaray is kind of too feel-good and easily resolved to be completely plausible. I like it more for the fact that we actually get to see a story where Anakin gets to be a dad and live happily ever after.
His story and relationship with Luke in the The Truth by MJ Mink canon-divergent AU series is way more plausible, though.
#caripr94#star wars asks#I love the rest of time series by angeldesaray but it definitely is kind of too feel-good and easy resolved to be plausible#anti yoda#jedi council fuckery#pt jedi critical
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i hope this doesn’t sound mean but why is tumblr so top tier. of course it’s okay to be in a different phase of developing your style than other writers, but i feel like a lot of aot fanfiction outside of tumblr is clearly written by minors. it’s so hard to filter through other platforms like ao3 for example is full of fics riddled with errors and inconsistencies and smut w bad/incorrect terminology. i’m sorry but no way is that not written by a child? the only good ones i can find are crossposted, like your fics. and i’ve already read all of those. someone pls spare good ao3 fic recs maybe?? or i will just stick to tumblr where it’s safe lol - 🍙
BAE WHICH PART OF AO3 ARE YOU LOOKING AT ?!??!
okay here's my take
tumblr is superior in character x reader. ao3 is superior in character x character. both have good for each tho.
but here are some of my fav ao3 fics !
deaths door — songs of apollo (levi ackerman x reader)
doomed — sharinganblossoms (eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman)
to sing a song of steel — capitaindegenerate (levi ackerman x reader)
a demons promise — angeldesaray (levi ackerman x reader)
yesterday upon the stair — pitviperofdoom (not a ship, just izuku midoriya)
coin toss — fire in the sky (tomura shigaraki x reader)
shrinking violets — phollie (eren jaeger x armin arlert)
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MLQC Winter Exchange
For @angeldesaray : "A Very Special Gift"
You were nervous. Well, moreso than usual.
You and Victor hadn't been together long and it was your first Christmas together. You wanted it to be perfect.
But what do you get the man who has everything?
You wracked your brain for weeks. Finally, you had an inkling. It would hopefully be just the thing.
Christmas was to be spent at Victor's. You made your way over, still unable to keep from gawking at the sheer size of the place.
Victor answered the door, the corners of his lips curved upward in a smile. "Merry Christmas. Come in."
In his living room was one of the biggest trees you'd ever seen in a house, neatly decorated. You smiled at it, Victor enjoying the sparkle of the lights reflected in your eyes.
Shyly, you turned and handed him a small parcel from your pocket. "Merry Christmas, Victor."
An eyebrow raised, he took it. "You didn't have to get me anything."
Your protest was instantaneous. "But it's CHRISTMAS!"
He blew air out his nose. "Dummy. I already have what I want."
He gently reached out to caress your cheek. "I have you."
He enjoyed your blush as he unwrapped your present.
He stared down at it.
"I made it myself..." Your voice is shy, hesitant. "Do you like it?"
Victor's voice catches slightly, holding up a handmade ornament of two figures together. You and him.
"I love it."
He takes your hand and wraps it gently around the ornament and his own.
"Let's put it up together."
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I can recommend a series that tackles a “dark side Luke vs a light side Anakin”! May have been recommend before but A series called Test of Time by AngelDesaray... Book 2 The Past meets the future has Luke (after saves his dad from being Vader and prevent the empire by defeating Sidious by time travel) give himself up to a Sidious to save anakin who gets poisoned during a mission it was a pretty intense read in the later half!!!
AYO THANK
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Sometimes
Pairing: Winchester x Reader
Summary: Sometimes love just isn't enough.
Word Count: 196
Warnings: Angst, man.
(A/N): This is a repost of something that tumblr ate about a year ago. I’m tagging who I originally tagged in it.
Sometimes, no matter how much you loved someone, it just wasn't enough. After too many sleepless nights to count, backs turned towards each other, you realize that love alone doesn't stop that sinking feeling you get when you hear him come home.
Love alone doesn't make it any easier to reach out to him, to forgive him for the snappy comments and hurtful tone that you know he didn't mean.
Too much has happened between you. Too many tears have been shed, too many cuts have been made to your heart for an easy repair to be made.
Ego gets in the way, and distrust. You begin to question if the love is still there at all, until it happens. When you tell him you're leaving, and you see the pain in his eyes, you know the love is still there. You know because looking at his hurt, your chest is aching and someone is twisting your insides. You can't breathe.
And when he looks down, and says,
“Go if you want,”
You leave, because even knowing your heart was with him, you had never felt more alone than when you laid in bed beside him.
Tags under the cut.
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#dean x reader#sam x reader#john x reader#winchester x reader#supernatural fanfiction#dean winchester#sam winchester#john winchester
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You Make Me (Cry)
Summary: You and dean attempt to work through some past issues to move forward.
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Molly (friend of reader)
Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: Take it from the song/ fic title... one way ticket to angstville. Very short pee break at fluff town. As in don’t stay to long or you’ll get left short.If it is sad it probably happens. Language throughout.
Word Count: 3986 I don’t even know it got away from me.
A/N: This is for the lovely @waywardrose13 ‘s 500 Challenge. Congrats! The song I used was Make Me (Cry) by Noah Cyrus. This one had a mind of it’s own. I still can’t decide if I hate it or love it. ::sighs::
Anybody else interested?
@carryonmywaywardcaptain @waywardbaby @waywardnerd67 @supernatural-jackles @impala-dreamer @sherlock44 @angeldesaray @justcallmeasmodeus
Reaching your destination, you take a seat in the warm grass leaning back gently against the rough trunk of the old oak tree that is now shading you from the hot June sun. Sighing you take out your phone to listen to your message. Without listening to the automated voice tell you the number of the caller you already knew who it was from. It from him. You wait for the message to begin. Your heart beats faster as you hear his desperate voice.
“y/n. Call me please. It’s been too long. Where are you? You feel close. Life’s been hell lately. I’m sorry. I never needed you like I do right now.
Clicking end you put the phone back into your pocket and close your eyes. Rubbing your eyes, you think about how this was supposed to get easier with time but never had. In fact, it had done the opposite. It had damn near broken you. It had been a year and the pain was still fresh.
Last June
“Come to dinner with us y/n!” your friend begged. You were spread out on the couch in your apartment you shared with your friend Molly, wasting your Wednesday. It had been too long since you had spent time with your friends and you did feel guilty. You were about to agree when your phone buzzed from a missed call and subsequent text message. As soon as you saw the name of the sender, you knew you wouldn’t be going out with your friends.
Instead of bothering to listen to the message, you responded to the text.
D: Hey.
You: Leave me the hell alone.
D: Ok, I deserve that
You: You deserve worse than that. It’s been months and not a damn word from you.
D: y/n/n please…
You: ……………..no………………..
D: I never needed you like I do right now.
You: ha-ha one of the classics. Like I haven’t heard that one before.
You: + 10 points and A+ for effort Dean but no. No more meeting up. No more of whatever we were. It was toxic.
D: I’ve been thinking about us and all of it. I’m sorry.
You: Too little months too late.
D: I’m serious y/n I never needed you like I do right now. Please. Just come and talk to me. No expectations I swear. I just need to see you. Life’s been extra shitty lately.
You: So? You think mine’s been shits and giggles?
D: Please
You: Damn it.
You: Where are you?
D: At the cabin we stayed in.
You: Why?!
You: Why would you even go back there after how badly it ended between us when we were there.
D: I needed to be close to you.
You: Weirdo
D: y/n I’m trying to be serious here. There are those few bad memories here, but the good outweighs the bad. If you wouldn’t come I needed to be somewhere where I could feel closest you.
You: Who the hell is this? This cannot be the Dean I knew……..Sam?
D: y/n/n please just come and talk.
You: ughhhhhh
You: I never hated you like I do right now
D: So, see you at 7?
You: yes, damn it
“Y/n?” your friend’s voice pulled you back to reality and you met her eyes to see them filled with curiosity. “So,” she questioned “Will you be joining us tonight…or?”
You could tell that she really wanted you to join and that she had genuinely missed going out with you, but against your better judgement you were going to see Dean.
“Actually, Mols I think I’m going to have to get a raincheck. A work thing just came up and I need to go take care of it. It could be big trouble if I don’t handle it quickly. Next time I’m all in I swear!” You promise sticking out your pinky.
“Ok, y/n have fun taking care of your “work.” She said and then took your pinky completing the promise between you both. Her grin and use of air quote indicated she knew you aren’t headed to work.
You hugged her as you left and as you walked to your car you heard her call “Make good choices!”
“Fat chance of that! Love you!” you returned. You knew you were headed in the opposite direction of good choices.
A little over an hour later you turned into the long gravel driveway that led to the cabin you had been positive you would never lay eyes on again. You thought you had grown and become smarter and more self-aware in the past several months. However, here you were literally headed down the same road again.
As you walked towards the porch the memories of the last time you were here flooded in. You could almost taste the tears that you had cried and you could feel the burn in your throat that had come from all the shouting that had taken place. Your heart wrenched the same way it had months ago. You shook your head to clear the memories as you walked up the steps and went to knock on the door. The day was growing dark and the only light on the porch was shining through the glass panel in the front door.
You had only knocked once when it swung open. He stepped forward and stood in the doorway, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp that was on the table beside him.
He leaned against the door frame taking you in with a slight grin.
It was as if all the terrible memories from mere seconds ago were fiction. A part of your life you had imagined. Something from a dream perhaps.
Someone this beautiful surely could not hurt you in such an ugly way.
Smiling , you unwillingly found yourself closing the space between the two of you.
“Gave you up 'bout twenty-one times” he said before pulling you into a kiss. It started slow and built to feel almost desperate. You felt yourself getting lost under his spell.
“Felt those lips tell me twenty-one lies.” You said as you pulled away in an attempt to keep a portion of your rational brain functioning.
“You'll be the death of me.” He replied with a pained smile as he leaned back against the door frame and crossed his arm.
“You should have taken my sage advice and left me the hell alone.” You replied patting his chest as you walked past him into the cabin.
You took in the cabin remembering how much you loved this place. You moved towards the fire place which was your favorite part of the cabin. You found it a little suspicious that Dean had a fire going since it was the middle of June. You walked closer bending over to put your body close to the flames trying to warm a chill that the fire couldn’t ease. You pulled your shorts down after you felt them ride up as you bent closer to the flames.
A second later the door shut with a slam that made you jump a little and you heard him growl “Love, lovin' you could make Jesus cry”
Knowing better than to engage him this early in the night you sighed as you turned and took a seat on the rug in front of the fire. You leaned your back against the stone mantle. You crossed your legs as you watched him walk over silently to sit on the couch in front of you. The heat from the fire burned your back through your thin tank. You didn’t move away at first, however, but let the pain grow for a bit. You knew it was likely not the only time you would get burned tonight.
You both sat silently for a spell staring at each other as a range of emotions filtered across your faces.
“Why the hell am I here?” you demand, breaking the spell first as you finally scooted away from the hearth to face another fire.
He didn’t respond, but you could tell he was thinking through the best way to tell you whatever the hell it was he needed to say.
“Dean” you prompt.
Sighing he stood up and moved over to the coffee table to pour whiskey into a crystal tumbler. He motioned it towards you in an offering.
You looked at him incredulously.
“Sorry, I forgot.”
“Of course you did,” you reply with a pain stricken gasp “I don’t know how, but should I expect anything less?”
“Y/n please don’t.” he begged as he moved to sit by you on the rug.
“That’s why I needed to see you. I made a terrible mistake.” He explained as he pulled you close.
At this point you didn’t have the energy to fight him so you leaned your head against him.
“Which time?” you attempted to joke but your laugh died in your throat.
“Y/n please,” he continued “I have had months to kick myself in the ass, not to mention how much shit Sammy’s been giving me.”
“Well, you were an ass.” You mustered a small smile as you take in his sad face.
“And you were 100% rational y/n/n?” he questioned grinning slightly.
“Well I had good reason, didn’t I?” You retorted as you sat up and turned towards him with a glare.
“Yes.” He agreed quietly.
“Dean, we just aren’t healthy together. We are both stubborn and damn determined to do things the hard way. Our own ways. That won’t work anymore.”
“I'm fightin' like I'm Ali, but you got me on the ropes.” he replied, “This life is poison and darlin', your kiss is like an antidote.”
“Seriously dude? Oh my Go…” you started but were cut off as his lips crashed into yours.
“I know we were bad in the past, but this time it will different,” he started “I promise I won’t hurt you like that again.”
“Will it?” you mused “Won’t you though?”
“Don’t deny your feelings for me y/n,” he pushed adding “Maybe I couldn't hear the thunder, but I heard your heart race. Couldn't see the rain, we were too busy makin' hurricanes. Love ain't easy when it ain't my way, but it gets hard, when you ain't here makin' me crazy.”
“Now will you stay with me tonight so we can talk this over?” he asked sincerely “Please?”
Don’t do it you begged yourself. You knew better than this. You had been here before. You would end up hurt and now was not the time for that.
“Baby, say the word, darlin'. You know just how to hold the sucker down.” you heard your voice speaking of its own free will.
Shit.
“Stay.” He whispered.
Say no! Your brain warned you. However, your heart was not to be outdone.
“Fine.” You heard yourself agree.
Shit.
You were suddenly overwhelmed and exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep.
“I’ll stay with you tonight and we’ll talk about it in the morning, ok?” you reason with yourself out loud “I’m going to bed, but even though I’m sleeping with you I’m not sleeping with you.” You eyed him with a warning as you stood up.
“Great.” He agreed as he stood up and grabbed your sides. He pulled you into him until your bodies touched. “This will be great.” He said with a downward glance.
“Babe?” you heard Dean call for you in a panic. “Where are you?”
He must have woken up to find you gone.
“In here.” You called from the floor of the bathroom.
As he came into view you saw his face change to a look of terror as he ran over to you.
“I’m fine,” you chuckled weakly as you pulled yourself off the cool tile “some of us lucky ladies have this pleasure way past the first trimester.”
“I didn’t know...” he said apologetically as he helped you up.
“How could you?” you shrugged as you replied. You looked at him in the mirror as you washed your hands and splashed your face with cool water.
Pain clouded his face and you fought the urge to feel sorry for him.
You headed back to the bedroom and climbed in the bed. Feeling drained both mentally and literally you closed your eyes and started to drift off.
“We need to talk.” Dean said as he sat on the side of the bed, his back to you.
You sighed as you rolled over to face his back. You were exhausted, but you knew he was right. It may not be the best time, but the past months of festering emotions had to come to a head and it might as well be now.
“Then speak,” you demand, your patience worn thin.
“I was scared, ok? I have never felt the way I feel about you with anyone else. That scared the shit out of me. The thought of losing you constantly plagued my nightmares. But somehow, I had developed a coping mechanism for that hell. I knew you were a fighter. I knew you could hold your own. You kicked ass and took names. Then you tell me that I am going to be a dad! I didn’t know how to handle the fear of being responsible for that much love. Or losing that much love. I panicked….” His rapid voice quieted as he trailed off “I am not trying to justify my actions, but explain to you they were deeply rooted in my love and concern for you……two” he turned and placed a hand on your eight and a half month baby bump.
“So, you left us?” you snapped as you sat up “In the middle of a fight you got in your car and drove off with me running and screaming after you. I was alone. In the woods. And pregnant with YOUR child! Then I don’t hear from you for months? Then one random ass night you decide it’s all good and I’m supposed to roll over and forget it all and take you back? Like it’s all rainbows and butterflies? Bullshit.”
“I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just want a chance to be part of your lives. You can choose to what degree.” Dean countered.
“We can’t be what we were before. It has to be a different form or us” you clarified.
“I’ll leave that up to you.” He said resolved to what may come.
“Don’t try to push it.” You warn and you laid back down and rolled away from him.
When he laid down he started to play with your hair which he knew was something you loved.
You were still livid, but more so exhausted. You felt yourself slipping off and for the first time in months you thought you might get some decent sleep.
Dean reached over and placed his arm firmly around you. As you drifted off you felt his hand rubbing your belly and for the first time since you had last laid in this bed you felt hope for you two albeit minute.
The smell of bacon and the burning glow of the midday sun shining through the window in front of the bed pulled you out of your peaceful slumber.
You followed your nose towards the smell of food and found Dean sitting on the couch drinking coffee deep in thought. You stopped to take in the sight when you felt your baby start to kick.
“Dean! Come quick!” you urged, which caused him to jump up and run over to you in a panic.
“ARE YOU OK?!” he demanded as he observed you slightly hunched over holding your stomach.
“Yes,” you laughed “it’s the baby.”
“Feel” you whispered as you took his hand and placed it on your belly “little dude’s got an attitude like his daddy.”
You looked up with a smile but it faded away when you saw how stricken Dean looked.
“The baby’s a boy?” he asked in a strained whisper.
“Well I don’t know, I like to be surprised,” you responded as you moved towards the kitchen “but I think it’s a boy.”
“I always thought it was a girl. When I worried about you or dreamed of you she was always a girl. Stubborn, strong, full of fight, and beautiful as you….” His voice trailing off at the end.
“Well, I have an appointment in a few days. What do you say we find out?” You said as you bit a piece of bacon. You really did want Dean to be a part of your child’s life in some fashion and this seemed like an olive branch that would help set you two on that path.
“Awesome.” He replied as his eyes took on a shine you had never seen before.
“I have to go home and get some work done. I’ll come back tomorrow and we can work through more of this, ok?” you said as you shook your hair out and threw it in a quick braid. You moved towards him and gave him a smile. You took his hand and put it on your stomach as you said “Maybe you are right, maybe we won’t repeat our mistakes. I know it won’t be perfect, but maybe we can find some balance for our kid’s sake.”
He smiled and gave you a quick peck.
Twenty minutes later you were headed out. “So, I'll see you in the morning.” You said as you patted his shoulder. He was seated on the couch and looked up to meet your eyes.
“Ok. I can't watch you walk out. I want us to stay here, safe and sound.” He said wistfully.
You squeezed his shoulder and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I'll see you in the morning.” You responded before heading out the door
You hadn’t been home for more than a couple hours when you started to have sharp pains that you knew were not normal. You tried to ride them out thinking they were Braxton Hicks, but after two more hours Molly wasn’t having anymore and forced you into the car and headed to the hospital. You knew you had to let Dean know what was happening. Unable to catch a good breath much less talk on the phone, you shot him a text knowing he would have his phone near him.
You: Dean come to Memorial Hospital ASAP I think the baby’s coming.
You: NOW
D: WHAT?!?!?!?!
D: I’m driving back from meeting Sam for a salt and burn. I’m two hours out. I’ll be there in one.
D: I’ll let him know and we’ll both head that way.
You: Please come, don’t hurt me again.
You: I never needed you like I do right now.
D: That’s my line. I promise to never hurt you again.
A loud crack drew your attention back to the present. You hear the thunder, see the rain and urge Molly to slow down through gritted teeth.
You: I never needed you like I do right now. Please be careful.
D: I promise I will.
Within twenty minutes you were in the hospital admitted to labor and delivery. You were informed you were too far along for an epidural. True to both you and Dean this child would be coming into the world the painful and difficult way.
Your labor intensified over the next two and a half hours. You expected Dean and Sam to be here by now, but you were alone except for Molly who was seated beside you in a chair handing you ice chips.
You heard her phone beep from a text.
“Oh, it’s Sam” she identified as she read the text.
You missed her reaction due to a powerful wave of your latest contraction.
“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttt” you screeched “Where the hell’s Dean?!”
“I’ll be right back.” Molly announced getting up abruptly and darting out the door.
“The hell?” you gasped as your contraction passed.
As Molly stepped out of the door the nurse stepped in to check on you.
“Okay, looks like it’s time,” She said with a smile as she looked from between your legs “I’ll get the doctor and be back in 2 minutes.”
“What?! NO! I can’t do this alone!” you yelled as you sat up and grabbed ahold of the nurse.
“Can you find my friend? She’s wearing a hot pink dress and has blonde curly hair.” You pleaded.
“Sure.” She replied as she patted your arm.
Within a minute you knew the nurse had been right, you were having this baby and you were having it now.
As you looked over you saw the nurse, doctor, Molly, and Sam coming through the door. Still no Dean.
“Where’s DeeeeeaAAAAHHHHHH” your question turning into a scream of pain.
Sam and Molly moved to either side of you and took a hand.
You tried to read their faces, but couldn’t focus through the pain.
The doctor was calling you back to his focus.
With another push it was over.
Cry, cry, cry you heard your baby’s first cry.
The doctor shared congratulations after cleaning you and the baby up. “You have a beautiful, healthy baby girl!” He turned and left the room.
You started to cry as you heard your daughter crying. You turned to see Molly was crying too. You turned to see Sam crying as well. You smiled at him proud of your hard work and took his hand. But his eyes were too red, to bloodshot to be from tears of joy. Something was wrong. Alarms went off in your brain as you gripped your daughter with your other arm. Where the hell was Dean?
“Sam?” you squeaked as you grabbed his wrist.
His head dropped.
“NO. Please.” You pleaded as you squeezed his wrist tighter.
He dropped into the chair by your bed and put his hands in his head.
You turned and gave your daughter to Molly and sat up as best as you could.
“Tell me Sam. TELL ME NOW!” you scream wildly, making your daughter wail “WHERE IS HER FATHER SAM?!”
He lifted his head to meet your wild eyes “He’s downstairs in ICU. He slid off the road and hit a tree. They brought him here. He’s fought so hard, but he likely won’t make it, y/n.”
He moved to wrap you in his arms.
“He promised!” you shrieked in a spiral from all the pain and hormones raging inside you as you hit Sam’s chest.
“Damnit Dean!” you shouted as though he could hear you “you Keep on makin' me cry,Keep makin' me scream and holler, keep on makin' me cry, you don't know what you do to me. I never hated you like I do right now 'cause all you ever do is make me cry.
The ringing of your phone pulled you from your painful memories to your present reality.
You clicked ignore.
You stood up and spoke into the air.
“You promised never to hurt me, but I should have known better.
I had already felt those lips tell me twenty-one lies.
You'll be the death of me isn’t that what you liked to say
I told you that you should have taken my Sage advice and stayed away. If you had you would be here for us today.
Love, lovin' you could make Jesus cry was right.
I never needed you like I do right now, 'Cause all you ever do is make me cry.
Your phone rang again and this time you answered it.
“y/n” he said.
“what is it?” you sighed.
“I don’t want to rush you, you know that, but Deana is running a fever and there’s no Advil here. Could you grab some on the way back?”
“Ok, thanks for watching her Sam. I’ll pick her up soon.” You hung up and sighed as you stood.
“Goodbye Dean,” you said as a tear fell on his headstone. “And you were right, your daughter is stubborn, strong, and full of fight like her momma.”
“But her momma’s mostly that way because her daddy couldn’t keep his promises.”
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Angel Wings Part 2
We got to see some beautiful new wing prints in the last episode! These don’t seem to match what we have seen of wing prints in the past.
They do however match Castiel’s wing prints from 13x01 and my angel wing bone structure theory from “Angel Wings Part 1″. If you are confused please read part 1 first.
Now, this is really interesting because either I am right or TPTB read part one and changed the design accordingly.
Let’s Talk about Feathers!
A few people have wondered why we still see feathers hanging off the skeleton wings with little connective tissue. Wings are made up of two main feather types. The contour feathers that make up the coverts and the flight feathers. Flight feathers are directly connected to the bones. These are the feathers we are seeing. In these new prints, it looks like some of the muscle and tissue may be coming back because they look a lot more solid then what we have seen in past episodes. Also, it looks like some of the coverts (the smaller feathers) are coming in.
As @bluestar86 pointed out to me. Whenever we have seen angel feathers they have been white. Also, they are the small fluffy feathers from the coverts, not the flight feathers.
Angels give off a lot of light when they die.
This has lead me to speculate that some of that light is out of the visible spectrum and closer to the wavelength of x-rays.
This would give an explanation for where angel wing prints come from but it also means we might be looking at a negative image because of the speed of which this happens at like in a camera. This is why the bones are black instead of white. A positive wing print would look something like this.
This is another reason why angel feathers are probably not black.
Some wing prints have had a blue tinge to them.
This also makes sense if we are looking at a negative image because blue on a negative shows up brown on a positive image. White feathers are often stained this same color.
I am tagging a few people who were interested in the first part. I apologize for the delay. Hopefully, I can get part three out quicker.
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Wings in the Dark Chapter 30: Stability (Teaser)
Levi found the work going by much faster, more comfortably, with her there…and not just because she was doing a small portion of it for him. The pages went by faster, the work didn't feel so tiring, and suddenly there were only a few stray papers in the piles she'd sorted for him left to do. Y/N had wandered over to the couch once she'd done what she could, laying down with a soft whoosh of air that barely resembled a sigh. She didn't speak while Levi continued to work, the candlelight growing smaller and the shadows longer until Levi decided enough was enough. What remained were pages he could do in the morning, there were other things he could be doing right now–and wanted to do.
Levi carefully removed his cravat, fingers brushing against the bandage he'd forgotten was hidden beneath. It definitely stopped bleeding by now, he could probably take the damned thing off.
It was a slight detour, but he came back minus a jacket, cravat, and bandage, the small bite wound properly cleaned up and hardly noticeable, and Y/N was still stretched out on the couch, having not made a sound or so much as twitched.
…Dammit, she's asleep, isn't she?
Levi didn't even have to come all the way around the couch to confirm it, he could peer over the edge and see that she was passed out asleep, lips parted, head turned into the cushions and pillowed under one arm, breathing slow and deep.
So much for spending a bit of one on one time together before getting some sleep. He’d been hoping to have a bit of time to set aside business and the serious stuff and simply reassure himself that she was all right and with him, but if this was the most he would get…
His sigh was admittedly a disappointed one, even as he leaned against the edge of the couch with folded arms and watched her for a few moments. How comfortable did she have to be around him to fall asleep on the not-that-comfortable couch that quickly, and with so little fuss?
She’d come a long way to get where she was now. To go from scared barely adult just turned vampire driven underground, to now a cornerstone member of the Scouts (even if it was behind closed doors, only), improving the safety of the formations so they didn’t lose as many people, making plans that actually sounded plausible with Hange to help them capture and learn more about titans, she had friends, she had him–whatever they were, Levi still didn’t know what to label it. She’d come here to find a way to make her abilities as a vampire helpful to other people, to make the lives she’d had to take in order to survive and stay strong enough to survive worth something, and so far, it seemed she was in step with that goal.
And he wasn’t going to let anyone threaten to destroy that progress, not when she’d crawled her way here over the past few decades and was just starting to get a taste of freedom and happiness again, despite the insanity of all the ways the world seemed to be going to shit right now.
Gentle Reminder (and notice to those of you who weren't around to see the update): I'm giving you teasers for the next chapters when I FINISH the next chapters since its been so long and I don't want to leave you all high and dry while I continue to write, but updates are still a little while off, since I'm aiming to get on a schedule and want to build up 3 or 4 chapters before I start posting again to give me some writing breathing room. BUT--One teaser and chapter down.
Everything Tags: @antistellxr
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ALMOST 700 FOLLOWER CHALLENGE
Wow! I can’t believe almost 700 people are actually following me, thank you so much for the love and following me throughout my good posts and the not so good! To mark 700 I wanted to do a writing challenge for my followers and friends!
For this challenge all you have to do is pick a song from the list below and who you’ll be writing about! Just send me an Ask with the song you choose with who you’re writing about Sam/Dean/Cas.
Rules:
1. You don’t have to be following me to sign up for this challenge
2. It can be as long as you want it to be
3.The song can be playing in the background or you can incorporate the song into your writing.
4.You can do smut/fluff/crack whatever you want all I ask is you have fun and challenge yourself
5. Tag me in your post @redlipstickandthewinchesters
6. Sumbit by July 1st! I Will be putting them all in a master post and posting sometime!
Songs:
Darling by NEEDTOBREATHE @snffbeebee
Girl Is On My Mind by The Black Keys
Runaway by Sasha Sloan
Velvet Elvis by Kacey Musgraves
I hate love songs by Kelsea Ballerini
Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane
Don’t Wanna Think by Julia Michaels
Hooked by Dylan Scott @demondean-for-kingofhell
In my Blood by Shawn Mendes
Lonely by Demi Lovato
River by Leon Bridges
Move You by Kelly Clarkson
Human by Rag n Bone Man
For What It’s Worth by Haley Reinhart
Be My Baby by Bea Miller
Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons @castiel-assbutt-winchester
Beat the Devil’s Tattoo by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Eyes closed by Halsey @jadewritings
Walls Could Talk by Halsey @just-a-supernatural-sister
Back to Black by Amy Winehouse
Tags: @snffbeebee @sprinkleofhappinessuniverse @angeldesaray @crazyspn67 @lifelovelaughangell123 @mrsdeanwinchester2017
#writing challenge#700 follower#dean winchester#dean#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction#Supernatural fanfic#spn fanfic#sammy#sam#Sam Winchester#castiel
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So my roommate and I are gonna do an impromptu first livestream in roughly 15 minutes, if you wanna hop over to Twitch and join us. I’ll be in the chat until then.
We’re gonna be playing some Star Wars Battlefront 2 while we learn how twitch works from a streamer’s side of things ahaha
https://www.twitch.tv/angeldesaray
#twitch#livestream#twitch livestream#first livestream#first twitch livestream#deviantconnorarmy#angeldesaray
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So my roommate and I are gonna do an impromptu first livestream in roughly 15 minutes, if you wanna hop over to Twitch and join us. I’ll be in the chat until then.
We’re gonna be playing some Star Wars Battlefront 2 while we learn how twitch works from a streamer’s side of things ahaha
https://www.twitch.tv/angeldesaray
#twitch#livestream#twitch livestream#new to twitch#new to livestreaming#deviantconnorarmy#angeldesaray
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Out of curiosity, do you have any good star wars fic recommendations that are pro Anakin? I've been trying to find them. Like I don't hate Obi-wan as a protagonist, but they're so ubiquitous and it gets old. it would be nice to read a fanfic that treats Anakin better.
Oh, yes, there are a number of fanfics out there that treat Anakin/Vader as a really great protagonist. My favorite ones are the time travel fix-it canon divergent AUs and the ones where he see him trying to be a dad to Luke and Leia. People in this fandom know how to make it both heartwarming and terrifying when he’s Vader, and it’s great.
The Truth by MJ Mink - This is probably my favorite canon-divergent AU fic. In this fic, Luke Skywalker is an essentially goodhearted, but rebellious 15 year old boy when meets his father Darth Vader. After losing his Aunt and Uncle Beru, he goes to live with his father. Of course, this fic takes place in the series after Anakin has become Darth Vader in the story, so he’s not always a good dad to Luke. There are some instances where he goes into the abusive parent territory, even if it’s not premeditated. While there’s no excuse for it, he has become so used to just being Palpatine’s deeply and horrifyingly angry, disillusioned, domineering, and merciless attack dog/galactic dictatorial enforcer/murder servant Darth Vader.
Understandably, it’s not just this easy cycle for Anakin to break right away after spending 37-40 years as both the perpetrator and/or victim of systematic abuse of power, crime, manipulation, oppression, and violence to deal with problems and threats under corrupt male toxic authority figures from whom healthy support and safe escape was always highly risky. However, Anakin’s greatest morality pet is his son Luke and family in general. That’s true in this fic too, which is why he gets better at being a good dad to Luke over time the closer they become.
While never putting up with his dad’s shit, Luke also does learn to ultimately forgive and love his father, the more Anakin softens up towards him, and the more he learns about just how tragically fucked up and unfair his dad’s entire life has been.
It’s a really great story with plenty of really great angst, character development, and humor. This Luke isn’t pro Sith because I mean, look at the crimes they commit! However, after hearing his dad’s story, he’s not really pro-Yoda, Obi-Wan, and the old Jedi Order’s way either. He’s neutral, which I really like. Although the Jedi started out as the good guys in the SW universe, it quickly became apparent that most of them only got to hold that title because the Sith were their only competition who were far worse. It always bugged me that we could never get a SW canon story that had more characters pointing out that both sides suck, and deciding not to be either as a result. The closest we got to that in canon was Ahsoka Tano, but the Mouse ruined that too.
Test of Time Book 1: A Father’s Son by AngelDesaray - This is a whole story of Luke Skywalker being thrust back in time by the force, learning about his father, bonding with his father, and changing the entire future by stopping him, Obi-Wan, and the Jedi Council from falling for Palpatine and doing all their other bullshit. It’s followed up by Test of Time Book 2: The Past Meets the Future and Test of Time Book 3: Blood, Sweat, and Tears. The sequels follow the Skywalker family in the alternate future that Luke created after going back in time, particularly Anakin and Luke. The first two fics in this series are complete. The third one still hasn’t been marked as complete yet. There’s also a series of cute, fluffy, and funny one shots that talk about the years in between the alternate timeline with Anakin, Padme, Luke, and Leia as a happy family called Life as a Skywalker. Yeah, Obi-Wan makes appearances as Anakin’s and the Skywalker family’s friend, and, occasionally the twins irritated babysitter, considering the fact that this version seems to have learned from his mistakes with Anakin, but he’s not a main character.
Future Imperfect by TheRealThing - A time travel fic where Anakin is sent 19 to 23 years in to the future to witness the consequences of his and the overall Jedi Order’s actions.
Ambient Dreams by sohna - After his dream of Padme dying in childbirth, Anakin has another dream of what will happen if he pledges himself to Palpatine to try to keep her from dying in childbirth. Obi-Wan and Yoda are there, but Anakin’s the main character, not them.
There are a lot more on ff.net and ao3.org in the Star Wars sections, but these Anakin/Vader fics stick out the most to me.
#sapphire-5505#star wars asks#star wars fanfiction#anakin skywalker#darth vader#luke sykwalker#leia organa#padme amidala#anidala#MJ mink#sohna#TheRealThing#AngelDesarey#future imperfect#the truth
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