#i put them in krissys hand

[ichoric]

i was told to post both babies c':

#ooc #theyre tiny #i put them in krissys hand #apollo n artemis r annoying

[goldenn-moments]

things I need in young royals s3:

• "I love you" "I love you too"

• MORE👏🏼GOLDEN👏🏼MOMENTS👏🏼

• wille in the eriksson house, at home and at ease w at least simon and linda (maybe even Malin included??👀👀)

• simon in the palace, learning the crooks and crannies of the spots of the castle that wille found comfort in as a child (plus an awkward dinner w the in laws, hopefully followed by a royal bedroom scene, if yknow what I mean)

• rosh and ayub seeing wille again and simon being like "guys he's it for me" and the whole reconciliation that I'm sure will have to happen etc etc

• maddie becoming friends w simon and henry and walter being friendlier to simon, including him more - BASICALLY people at hillerska actually valuing simon for once, omfgs

• on the note of hillerska people, felice and simon teaming up to tease wille AT LEAST once. at least. they have so much material it would literally be criminal for them to not tease wille until he's giggling and red in the face

• more hand holding (so much. an obscene amount, actually)

• as edvin said, wille and simon smiling together

• sara redemption, but I kinda want that to be left open ended bc I doubt simon will forgive her all that easily (he will, inevitably. it's who he is. but he's put her first so many times, I want him to pit himself first for once)

• SIMON FINALLY ALLOWING SOMEONE (aka wille) TO FULLY COMFORT HIM AS HE BREAKS DOWN (I just want my boy to have a nice cry and then get all the hugs from wille)

• wille and simon being together in public and not giving a fuck (I mean, obvi they'll care abt being in the public eye. but they won't have to hide, and they'll revel in that, and that's what matters)

• STELLA AND FREDRIKA CONFESSION SCENE + DRAMATIC KISS

• on that note, also wilmon dramatic kiss (in the rain, after something intense happened, or when they're just horny as fuck I DONT CARE. just give me intense wilmon kisses I can use for edits please and thank)

• more exploration into simons family life (which I think we'll get w the sara arc, however they take it), like giving linda more screen time and bc they're probably gonna bring micke back, someone defending simon from micke if he needs it

• wille telling simon abt erik (and maybe even flashbacks??)

• august getting what's fucking coming to him

• wille AND simon breaking the fourth wall (preferably in the beginning of the first ep, bc I kinda want it to end w them walking away from us. but I'd be so down for the series ending w them both smiling at us)

• a look into how the public is reacting - ngl I wanna see the social media comments, the articles, their friends dissing those who are slandering them and at the same time showing them all the public support (I know) they're getting

• far fetched, but maybe a scene where wille and simon are having a Moment (maybe with simon in the palace👀👀) and krissy accidentally sees it and starts to finally fucking understand that taking simon away/denying him is taking away/denying her only remaining son's happiness (I imagine this taking place after an awkward dinner w the in laws)

• a celebration/party scene where wilmon are together and don't have to stare at each other from across a room or hide somewhere in order to be together

• wille defending simon (against their fellow hillerska students, the royal court, hell even micke, idc)

• simon defending wille (against someone from bjärstad who's making assumptions, krissy, the royal court, any of those idc)

-- basically the boys fighting for each other always

• THEM👏🏼AGAINST👏🏼THE👏🏼WORLD👏🏼

• more protective wille bc wille while he's being Crown Prince Wilhelm??? godDAMN

• simon and wille happy under the sun

• kinda related, maybe simon looking like he has a halo through some trick of the light??? paralleling to his glowstick halo in s1???

• wille panicking and simon being there (wille no longer having to be alone when the world gets too much) (do not enter is written on the doorway, why can't everyone just go away? except you - you can stay)

• wille and simon goofing around and being silly, maybe like trying to cook or trying to study or trying to actually play a video game and constantly getting distracted by each other

• simon getting his daily dose of wille's scent, lmao

• SIMON AND WILLE DANCING. dancing alone in one of their rooms, giggling and tripping on each other and swaying back and forth, wille humming a song he wants simon to sing and simon giggling and singing for him. the kind of dance that isn't for anyone but themselves, where they're wrapped around each other and blissfully in love, unable to stop smiling as they twirl each other around (I also wouldn't say no to a formal dance, like a waltz, where they're dancing together in a ballroom or some shit but the whole world melts away until it's just them. or a party scene where they're w all their classmates but they only have eyes for each other. those would be nice too)

• casual touch. so much casual touch. casually holding hands while walking, one of them resting their chin on the other's shoulder as they talk to friends, an arm around the others waist as they stand, sitting in each other's laps while working in a public space, one laying their head in the other's lap, leaning against each other as other things are happening around them. just - wille and simon being casually physically affectionate and always having each other to lean on, in all ways (and ofc, them always being wrapped up around each other. I'm sure wille's need to be close to simon will help me get this)

• henry continuing his curse of being a cockblock (and someone calling him out on it, lmaoo)

• boris. I want more of boris. give me a whole episode w just boris talking to wille and simon, idc, he's amazing and I adore him

• also more of the choir teacher!!! she believes in simon and I want to see her support him more

• simon singing more and flourishing even more in that area (and wille being a love struck fool every time simon sings even one note)

• MORE THAN SIX EPISODES PLEASE AND THANK YOU

• simon and wille getting invited to a girls night

• simon!!! in!!! makeup!!!! (yes, I'm aware this will likely kill wille. both wille and I are prepared to make that sacrifice if it means seeing simon in at least some eyeliner)

• simon and wille pissing of jan-olof and getting the last laugh

• actually, I wanna see jan-olof just croak. just let him die. it's what he deserves😌

• wille and simon having a good support system

• wille's album for simon growing and being able to see the album that I KNOW simon has of wille on his phone

• wille getting his sweater back and teasing simon abt it

• in general, many pretty, cinematic shots of simon and wille just generally being in love

• random, but what happens to my boy rousseau, who didn't deserve all this drama when he's just a horse who wants to eat hay and run free😔

• simon and wille being regular teenagers and being a little stupid around each other hut that's okay bc they're in love

• a parallel to their first meeting, with simon speaking up abt a social issue that these rich kids have no real idea abt, but this time wille chimes in and adds his thoughts and simon just beams at him, and wille can't help but grin bc he's finally saying what he wants to say, tradition be damned

• kinda random but simon interacting w a kid and wille, despite not liking kids all that much, just melting (I will accept simon being cute in general in substitute)

• oh, so out of left field but more of simon's extended family??? like I saw a post on here abt what linda was saying on the phone in the background of one scene, and like she was talking abt a get together??? idk man, I just want simon talking more spanish

• to go off of that, simon teasing wille and spanish and one of two things happening: 1) wille combusts and dies bc simon is killing him w that, or 2) wille surprising simon and speaking back in spanish bc he had to learn it bc he's a royal and simon combusting instead. I would like either variation please and thank

• linda being wille's mom. ik she's not perfect but I just read a fic where he called linda mama and she hugged him and he said "I love you mama" and I kinda want something like that in canon now, ngl

• OH, on the note of linda - her realizing the pressure simon takes upon himself and trying to lighten his burden bc he's her child and should be carrying it all

• wille picking up simon. we know he can do it. so let him, let him pick up his boy whenever he feels like it

• wille and simon playing with each other's hair PLEASE

• I saw a post say that simon should take up fencing to get that extra credit, and now I NEED simon w any kinda sword. please. omar, do a photoshoot or smth, I'm not above begging

• more power walks from simon and wille

• simon and wille being a power couple in general (I'm thinking twin judgemental stares as they stand w each other, glaring and backing each other up, a team in every way possible)

• just,,,, them. against the world. no matter what comes their way

thank you so so much to @mirabel-on-a-bicycle @darktwistedgenderplural @tagalongifyoudare and @retrieve-the-kraken for encouraging me to post this <3 yall are amazing

#sorry for the weird format i copied this straight from my notes app #and thank you!!!! so so much to everyone who encouraged me to post this #youre all amazing <33 #i love this fandom sm #young royals #simon eriksson #wilmon #prince wilhelm #wilhelm young royals #young royals s3 #BC I CAN TAG THAT NOW #YOUNG ROYALS BABY

[squelchbug]

wtf verified my email finally after 2 yeaurs turns out i been missing out on a lot of Interaction . any ways . CND posting at 5 am here’s my guy his name is Cacophony

no way in hell i can concisely summarize all his shit rn … unless

the basics : he’s a Yuanti Tiefling Monk, 7ft tall& 32yrs old rn. he was raised in Partirisvarati and as a child amidst a war he got tossed into a prison where he then had his hands cut off &eyes gouged out by brutes as punishment for getting caught attempting to steal a handful of seeds for his family’s farm . but don’t worry. he got better

hes blind , uses Tremorsense . knows Common & Bolidian (Partirisvarati native language. +because it’s funny, as this dialect is translated into Common, it gives him a cockney british accent). got acid blood & is venomous, but he’s too polite to use it for evil, until he isn’t . he is a goofy goober(walking murderweapon) but alas, is a creature of joy and whimsy at heart . he suffers w PunchDrunk syndrome& frequent tremors/seizures . wizardry antics grew his hands back and gave him an extra arm, thanks Dee . (hi Simon)

he spent ages 10-20in prison, 20-23on parole+ after escaping parole he met Krishika, Krissie for short, a Githyanki halfOwlin Warlock. bsf4lyfe. actualy, wrong, these two are insane . imagine if you would a psychological torment comparable to that of a paranoid mother hellbent on building a dynamic so codependent slash parasitic BOTH sides end up Killing & Dying for eachother(multiple times) each against yet fully within their own wills (i love contradictory!). Krissie… has issues and problems. her soul had been permanently shattered into three components, and due to some species complications , left her In-Between multiple states of being at once . Blah blah blah… autism to save for another day..All she wants is some god damn control in her life . enter sir scapegoat Cacophony, who’s only aspiration since gaining real freedom for the First Time In His Life , is to provide an unconditional support to any new friend he makes !! 😁😬.. Cacophony lets & encourages Krissie to use him as a vessel for possession, as at the beginning it’d benefited both of them, but overtime, Krissies state had worsened and too late she’d realized she had been taking advantage of Cacophony. Krissie is fueled fully on adrenaline and fear, and the moment she knew she done fucked up was a pivotal point for them both- a point of absolutely No return, Krissie decided Cacophony would be much safer in her grasp and at her command. She strikes a deal with a man named Soren Trouvaille to soulbind herself to Cacophony, turning them both functionally immortal , unless one kills the other half . glances around

….as a result of multiple decades worth of various forms of mental abuse Cacophonys biggest flaw remains to be how forgiving he is 🫶 or yk, better put, how willingly he will allow second chances to those he considers worth it. he’s done an awful lot of healing these last four years. i blame his lovely husband (Soren, Tabaxi/Orc Artificer/Cleric) and their weird daughter (Siobhan, Jackal Artificer)

more of them soon, i love them very much . love heart xoxo . their family is so perfect icant wait to talk abt them . yes i mentioned a Soren Trouvaille earlier and yes this is him ooo drama

what more to share on Cacophony… i don’t know how to go in depth with personality and morals even tho i desperately want to lmfao . Cacophony is such a hypocrite, and he genuinely doesn’t mean to be . he will formulate an opinion on you based off of the Whys and How’s of the situation rather than the What. absolutely describe him as understanding as he tends to dig to the root of the cause for Anything and fully hear you out,but as a professional hypocrite he Will abandon this method of he doesn’t like you 💀. he’s an extreme optimist, or as i like to call it, Delusional ! people like to accuse him for putting up a front, but i swear he’s just insane . he would be dead in the fucking gutters if he wasn’t , truly . aint he a sweetheart , though . ok i’d love to add more . but i am dying. gootbye

#ooo you wanna ask me about partirisvarati sooo bad #or the bolidian language #literaly any of this information i have approximately 7tons More information hiding behind it #this is five years worth of handcrafted from scratch lore #i am so autistic #dnd oc art #dnd fanart #dnd character art #cndposting #squelchocs #doodle dump #dnd infodump #oc lore #goodnight

[phoebe-delia]

Hiya, friend! If you fancy it for Eight Drarry Nights, I'd love to see what you can come up with from Taylor Swift's song, "I Did Something Bad" as a prompt. :D

Night 3: Pitchforks and Proof

Oh, Krissy, it would be my pleasure. This is one of my favorites off reputation for sure, and I don't think I've done this for Drarry yet! So that's exciting. Thank you very much for prompting it @sugareey-makes-stuff. cw: corrupt police work. Enjoy! Read the other Hanukkah fics so far here.

"Come again?" Robards frowned. "Did you say—"

"We lost him, sir," Jones sighed. "We lost him."

Robards slammed his fist down on the table, making the stacks of files on the surface tremble and everyone else in the room jump. "How?! How did you lot let him slip away? Remind me, Jones—since you seem to be the only one brave enough to speak for the group–is this the first time you've let him get away?"

Jones winced. "Er, no sir."

"Is it the second?"

"N-no."

"It's the third!" Robards roared. "The third time you've let Malfoy get away!" He glared at the room. "Why hasn't one of you put a tracking spell on him yet?"

"Er, sir, don't we need a warrant—"

Robards pushed the papers off the table and onto the floor. He leaned forward, pressing his palms onto the desk as he all but snarled at Jones. "Draco Malfoy is on the Ministry's Most Wanted List! Do you know how much he's stolen? Millions. Millions of galleons from his father's old cronies!" Robards shouted. "My order is all the warrant you need! The Wizengamot can kiss my arse if they've got a problem with it! Do you understand?"

The group mumbled their "yes sirs" and avoided Robards' gaze—all except Harry, who stayed silent in the back.

Robards sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Right. Now get out, all of you."

Harry let the other aurors file out of the room first before he followed behind them, not giving Robards another glance.

****

Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode purposefully away from the Ministry building. He still hadn't adjusted to the winter weather, with night washing away the daylight sooner than he liked. Still, there was a peacefulness to it; to walking home in the cold, exhaling and seeing his breath in the freezing air, proof he was somehow still warm inside.

Finally, he made it to the apparition point. He closed his eyes, letting his magic take him home.

Harry landed in his flat with a sigh of relief. He tugged on his ear, which was a bit stuffed up from the apparition, to let it relax back to normal. He walked over to his bar cart and poured himself a glass of firewhiskey.

He didn't turn or startle at the sound of the door opening. Instead, he smiled to himself at the sound of the door clicking shut and then footsteps trailing into the room, and then stop.

"One for you, too?" Harry asked without turning around.

"Yes, please."

Harry picked up another tumbler and filled it with the drink. Satisfied, he turned around, and put the other glass in an outstretched hand. "Long day?"

Draco tipped his glass back into his mouth, nearly draining it in one sip. He swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You don't know the half of it."

Harry snorted, taking a sip of his own drink. "I have some idea. You're a tough bloke to catch, you know."

Draco smirked. "I know. I aim to keep it that way."

Harry set down his glass and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "As do I, love." He pressed a kiss to Draco's lips. "So, where's this donation headed?"

Draco smiled. "I was thinking Club Care; they've got such a great kids' program. Either that, or Wishing Whale."

"That's the one that fights pollution, right?"

"Yes," Draco said. "Great cause. Plus, I love the name."

Harry chuckled. "You do love a good pun."

"I do," Draco sighed. "It's my only weakness."

Later that night, they were cuddled in bed, with Harry's head on Draco's chest. Their conversation about recent gossip from their friends had fallen into a lull. It was silent, until Harry finally said, "They want to track you."

Draco frowned. "Who?"

"The Ministry. The Aurors. Robards said we have to put a tracking spell on you the next time we see you."

Draco's hand stilled where it had been combing through Harry's hair. "Is he getting a warrant?"

Harry snorted. "What do you think?"

Draco scoffed. "Silly of me to ask. Well, what do you think?"

"I think I should do it," Harry said. "Be the one to cast the spell, I mean. If we're going to keep this up, with me on the inside, then I should be the one with the most access to you, right?"

Draco resumed stroking Harry's head. "Agreed."

They were both silent for a few more moments until Harry spoke again. "We should talk about the way this all ends," he said. "We can't keep this up forever."

Draco nodded. "I know love. I promise we'll figure it out."

Harry glanced up at him. "Together, right?"

"Yes, Harry, together," Draco said with a small smile. "Always."

#eight drarry nights 2022 #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco and harry #harry and draco #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #draco malfoy and harry potter #harry potter and draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #hpdm #drarry squad #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry ficlet #drarry drabble #drarry fandom #hp fic #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #harry potter fic #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

That damn plushie

Summary:  Things started like most things at the bunker start this days, because of the ducklings, later, Dean will regret leaving his kids use the Internet without adult supervision (and no, Sammy, doesn’t count). To this day, Ben denies any involvement on the situation, but, as a grounded Emma would confess later on when being grounded for something completely unrelated, he was the one that started the situations with that damn plushie.

Things started like most things at the bunker start this days, because of the ducklings, later, Dean will regret leaving his kids use the Internet without adult supervision (and no, Sammy, doesn’t count). To this day, Ben denies any involvement on the situation, but, as a grounded Emma would confess later on when being grounded for something completely unrelated, he was the one that started the situations with that damn plushie.

It was a regular quiet day at the bunker, which was the reason why Dean decided that it was a good idea to let the kids alone, while he went shopping, he thought for a moment to bring the kids with him, but he dismissed those thoughts after he got war flashes from the last time he took them out all at once, besides the day painted to be plain as fucked, there was no reason why he couldn’t let his 7 kids (7, on the grounds that Alex, Patience and Krissy having gone on a hunt with Jody, Donna and Eileen) alone at the house, what was the worst thing that could happen?. That was his first mistake. Well, strictly speaking the first mistake had been letting Cas and Sam go to collect a priceless mysterious instrument of a lost civilization by themselves (Gabriel was with them, but that barely counted like supervision). So, leaving the ducklings alone counted as the second mistake. Leaving the duckling alone and with access to internet and online shopping was the third and finale mistake. But as a bruised and slightly burned Sam would tell a grumpy Dean a few weeks later, at least no one got severely hurt this time (but Dean wasn’t about to believe someone involved on The Incident, honestly wtf was Sam thinking by putting his head inside… yep, not going there)  

 -I am bored- Ben screamed in the den, where all the ducklings currently at the bunker were hanging

-Hi, bored, I am your brother- Bobby John responded, before being promptly hit by 3 pillows coming from different directions.

-Seriously, Jay?- Jesse responded- Dad jokes?- he said to a shrugging shapeshifter

-You are being overly dramatic, Ben- was Emma response

-You are overly dramatic- Ben mocked- Seriously, if I had known this week was going to be boring as fuck, I would have gone with the responsible trio to that hunt

-Language- Jack screamed, covering Marvin´s the talking teddy ears

-It is not like you could have gone, anyways- Kaia told him- they were pretty clear they wanted a peaceful hunt

-Which made no sense, because they invited Krissy- Claire retorted

-I think they invited her mostly because Dean didn’t let them go alone, and Krissy while reckless has more experience- Kaia reasoned

-Also Krissy had some dirt on Alex, and was not scared to used it- Emma told them

-Yeah, that too.

-Going back on track, I am bored, we should do something- Ben told them- How about we play a game?

-Noooo- was the unanimous response of everyone on the bunker

-Don’t you remember what happened last time?- Bobby John asked concerned

-Yeah, no, nevermind- Ben responded after getting flashes from the last time they made that mistake

-How about a movie?- Kaia asked

-How about no?- Emma responded- Last time we all watched movie, some people couldn’t sleep- she said, glaring to Jesse

-How was I supposed to know that Bambi would traumatized the kids and Dean and Sam?- Jesse responded

-Oh, I know, we can do this- Jack told them, handing Claire a paper

-This is a summoning ritual- Claire told him slowly- You want us to summon Belphegor? Really, Jack?

-My brother should join us- was the nephlim response

-What? He is not… you know what never mind

-We could always just read those horrible Chuck´s books to find blackmail- Jesse suggested

-Nah, we did that last month and we all ended up traumatized- Kaia responded

-I still cant believe how much popular those books are- Claire told them- There is even merchandise to buy online

-Ohhh, I found something interesting- Emma told them, while clicking on her phone- Who wouldn’t want a plushie of the angel possessing their father´s corpse?- she mocked Claire

-You are an asshole, Emma

-Wait, someone sells Castiel´s plushies?- Ben asks

-Yep- Emma responds

-You know what would be super hilarious?- Jesse tells them- If we bought one of those things for Dean as a joke, telling him it was a gift from Jackie over here, that way he wouldn’t be able to get rid of it without “hurting” his feelings and now he would have official Winchester´s merchandise TM of the books he detests.

-Sounds a little bit lame to be honest- Emma responds- What exactly would be the purpose of the whole purchase?

-I hadnt thought that far

-But, c´mon, what is the worst thing that could happen?- Ben responded, before ordering the damn thing

 A month later, Castiel enters the library in the middle of the night carrying a large pillow, only to find Sam already sleeping there.

-What did you do?- Cas asks Sam, who wakes up almost immediately

-Eileen kicked me out for making fun of Dean´s plushie and I am now grounded from our bedroom for the night- Sam responds- What did you do?

-Dean accused me of getting rid of that damn plushie and kicked me out of our bedroom, telling me that I am in “the dog house”, until I own up to my mistakes- Cas says pouting- Why does he even wants that thing? I am obviously superior to that whorish cartoonish object. I am an Angle of the Lord

-Beats me, but accordingly to Eileen, I should be emphatic about my brother´s struggles or whatever- Sam shrugs

-I don’t get it- Cas responds

-Me neither- Sam tell him, before asking- And did you?

-Did I what?

-Did you get rid of Castiel 2.0?- Sam asks

-Sam, what kind of stupid question is that?- Cas scoff- Of course, I got rid of that blasted thing from hell, there can only be one Castiel in Dean´s life

-Fair enough- Sam responds- Though we should probably fish that thing out of the trash

-Yeah, that is not going to work

-And why is that?

-Because I flew to the closest highest bridge I could find and threw that thing out- Cas confesses, before sitting next to him and closing his eyes in exasperation, neither of them noticing the duckling spying them from afar.

 -So…-Emma said

-I think we messed up- Bobby John said

-Honestly, how were we supposed to know that Dean would start cuddling and sleeping with our gag gift because it reminded him of his husband and because it was a genuine gift showing his kids love for him?- Ben responded

-Still, maybe we should apologize?- Kaia asked unsure

-Of course, we could do that or…- Claire told her girlfriend

-Or?-Kaia asked

-Or we could make Cas suffer a little bit for ruining the “precious gift” his favorite kit gave his other father and never confess on the fact it was a lame prank that backfired

-  I am in- Jesse answers

-Because she is an evil genius or because of the words “make Cas suffer”?- Krissy asks

-The second obviously- the cambion answered

-I agree with both of you about the fact that we should make my father suffer a little bit- Jack answers

-Are you okay, Jack?- Kaia asks surprised

-Can a nephlim be possessed?- Emma asks

-I mean, I guess- Claire answers- Not that I am not glad that you are on our side, but why are you agreeing with us?

-Because dad Dean hadn’t been able to get my brother adopted because father hadn’t let him, therefore if I use this in “the right way”, I might “milk it” so that father agrees with me- Jack responds, leaving the ducklings stun

-That is completely out of character but good for you, I guess- Emma responds shrugging

-So I guess, we should be preparing for a new duckling- Patience states- Might be fun.

-What I still don’t get- Alex asks- is why you thought this was a good idea on the first place?

-Honestly, we were bored- Ben responds, with the rest of the duckling shrugging

 Dean and Eileen eventually forgave Cas and Sam, after much groveling of their part, truth to be told like the ducklings they milked the situation for their convenience a little bit, they had it coming after going no contact for 10 days on their last hunt, that would teach them to not let their spouses worry while they were busy doing… yep, not going there again.  

#supernatural #spn fic #destiel fic #supernatural fic #Destiel #the bunker family #deans ducklings #saileen #dean winchester #castiel #emma winchester #Claire Novak #kaia nieves #alex jones #patience turner #jesse turner #krissy chambers #bobby john #jack kline #Ben Braeden #sam winchester #eileen leahy

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Freaks and Geeks: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

The kids are reluctant, but they listen to you. Mostly out of fear of what you'll do to them if they don't listen, but they obey nonetheless. The drive back to Victor's house is tense and awkward, but you make it in record time. The second you step foot into the house, you know something is wrong.

"Hey, we're home," Dean says.

You look to the left and see Sam tied up, Victor standing with a gun pointed at you and Dean, and the vampire in the hoodie behind him. He smiles and shows off his vampire fangs, immediately putting everyone on alert. Sam shakes his head silently, and you glare at Victor. You'd use your magic to fight him off, but you're scared of what can happen to the kids.

"What is going on here?" Josephine asks.

"These two are not to be trusted. They're trying to destroy us."

"Do you know this vamp, Victor?" Aiden asks.

"Of course he does! They're working together!" Sam urges.

"Is that true?"

"It's complicated," Victor sighs.

"Actually, it's not. See, blue van here's been turning fresh vamps and setting them up for you kids as easy kills," Dean glares.

"Why?"

"They didn't kill our families, did they?"

"No."

"Who did?"

"I did," the vampire smirks. "They all screamed and begged for mercy, especially the little ones."

"Enough, Seth!" Victor hisses. "You have to understand. I saw a way to make the future better. To get there, I had to do something hard."

"He killed them off your orders?" Krissy asks.

You look at Sam who is trying to get out of his restraints. One of your hands is hidden from the view of Victor and Seth, so blues magic mists around your hand. The rope around Sam's hand begins to loosen, and he looks at you when he feels them move. You loosen it enough so he can get out of it on his own.

"You needed motivation. I scouted each and every one of you, and knew it was the only way to get you to hunt."

"So you killed our families?" Aiden asks emotionally.

"I know, the deaths are tragic, but think of all the future lives that will now be saved because you are now together."

"So, these fake vampires were just a way for you to train us and fill our heads with lies?!" Krissy asks angrily.

"Don't you see? This is bigger than all of us. We have to learn to put things in perspective. Come with me. We can get past this."

Victor tosses his gun to the couch as a way to represent a truce. Dean is just looking for an opportunity to use his gun, but it's not now. Krissy and her friends have already made their decision as soon as Victor opened his mouth.

"No."

"That is unfortunate."

Victor looks at Seth, and the vampire grabs the kid closest to him which happens to be Aiden. As soon as Aiden's life is in danger, your maternal instincts take over. Magic explodes all around you, stopping the effects of time. Dean reaches into his pocket to use his gun, and he freezes when he has the gun halfway out of his jacket. Sam just got the ropes off, so he barely got out of his chair. Krissy and Josephine didn't have time to react just yet. Aiden looks scared for his life. Seth's vampire teeth are out.

You're careful not to touch anyone as you make your way over to Aiden and Seth. Your magic is sucked back into you and time resumes, and that's when the chaos happens. Aiden jumps from you being so close to him, and Seth opens his mouth to bite the kid. You grab Aiden's shoulder and push him out of the way before using your other hand to swipe across his neck. You let your magic slice through his flesh and bone until he's dead.

You turn to face Krissy and Victor when Krissy shoots one of her deadly darts at you. Thank God you have your magic or else you wouldn't have caught the dart. The pointy end of the dart is inches from your face, but you caught it nonetheless.

Krissy's eyes went wide at Seth on the ground, dead, and you with the dart in your hand, but she doesn't dwell on that for long. You reach out for Josephine, and despite both her and Aiden being scared of you earlier, they comply with your unspoken order.

"Stay behind me," you say and shine your eyes brightly, keeping both kids behind you and under your protection.

With Seth out of the way, Krissy takes out a small handgun and points it at Victor while Dean takes out his own gun and points it at Victor. You want to intervene, but this is Dean's moment with Krissy.

"Krissy, don't."

"If we want revenge for our families' deaths, he gives it to us!" she says emotionally.

"We don't kill people. You don't kill people," he says gently.

"He's not a person. He's a monster."

Krissy takes a few steps to Victor, and he backs up slowly until he falls to his knees in surrender.

"Krissy, this is where you determine who you are. Do you want to be a hunter or a monster like Victor?" you ask.

Krissy cocks her gun, and so Dean lowers his own and steps towards the young girl.

"Krissy, don't," he whispers.

"This is for my dad." She pulls the trigger, but there are only blanks in the gun. Victor doesn't know this, and he flinches at the sound. "For Josephine's family." She pulls the trigger again. "For Aiden." Again. "For me."

At each blank round being fired, Victor becomes more and more distraught thinking he is going to die the next time she pulls the trigger. When Krissy is done, she drops the bullets that weren't loaded into the gun. She drops them next to Victor's head as he sobs.

"So, we're just gonna let him live?" Aiden asks.

The light in your eyes dies down when you know Victor is not a threat to the kids anymore.

"Yeah," Krissy answers. "All alone with himself. No family. No friends. If you ask me, that's not much of anything." She turns to Dean with a determined look. "Let's save that girl."

While Victor is sobbing on his hands and knees, he reaches into his sock and pulls out an even smaller gun than Krissy's. Before anyone has a chance to do anything, he puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger.

This time, he dies.

You can't say you're shocked.

You stayed with the kids while Sam and Dean rescued the girl who had not yet fed. She is confused and scared, but Dean makes the concoction that will help her turn back to human. All three kids take care of her until Dean pulls Krissy to the side. The young woman is quiet and confused, but she listens to your instructions and drinks.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you earlier," you say to Josephine and Aiden.

"It's fine," Josephine shrugs.

"No, it's not. Look, you're not going to find anyone like me, so you don't have to worry about random witches trying to come after you. Though, I hope you two learned your lesson. There's hunting and there's suicide. Learn the difference."

Aiden and Josephine nod in understanding, but after a pause, you know you're being too harsh on them. They're only kids, and all they want is to do good in this messed up world. With a sigh, you sit on the coffee table and turn to them.

"Listen, unlike my husband, I believe people can hunt and have a good life. I try to prove that to him with our own kids every day. I want you to go out and have fun, go to parties, go to school, and learn to be a kid. If you want to hunt, then you have to be smarter about it. Train, learn, study, and maybe next time, you'll be better at it. If a monster comes to town, I have no doubt you three can take care of it, but don't go looking for it. Not until you're older, at least. Stick together, and I know you will become great hunters if you choose to be."

"Okay," Aiden says in a much better mood.

You pat their shoulders and get up, joining Krissy and Dean. Sam must already be in the car waiting, so you should be leaving soon.

"Okay. Whenever you're ready, we'll be in the car," Dean says to her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your aunt? Cincinnati? Normal life? We'll be there by lunch tomorrow."

"Look, I hate how we were put together, but I can't deny that it feels right. Why should I let Victor ruin that, too?"

"She has a point, Dean," you say.

"You're all still minors."

"Not for long. Josephine will be eighteen in a few months, and we all have a life and each other here."

"What about hunting?"

"We won't go looking for it, but if any monsters show up around here, they better look out," she grins.

"Sounds like they got it to me," you shrug.

"Well, I'm gonna have a guy come and check on you every once in a while, okay? His name is Garth. He'll make sure that you're alright and you got what you need."

"Garth?"

"You'll love him. He's great," you smile.

Dean holds out his fist to her so she can fist bump him, but instead of doing that, she leans up and kisses his cheek.

"Take care, Dean and Y/N."

Dean blushes, but you two leave seconds later. You take out your phone and let Garth know you're on your way to pick up your kids, glad that this case is over with.

"This is good. It could have been a lot worse," Sam shrugs.

"It will be if we don't shut those Gates of Hell soon."

"What do they have to do with any of that?" you ask.

"They're hunters now. You don't just walk away from that. There's only one way out of that, and you and I both know it ain't pretty."

"Dean, maybe they'll be different."

"Or maybe, if we shut that hell hole once and for all, those three can have a real life."

"You can have a real life and still hunt."

"You need to stop thinking like that because it's not true."

"Just because it didn't happen for us, doesn't mean it can't happen for anyone."

It's going to take a lot more to make Dean see things your way, but you're going to try your hardest to make sure your kids grew up differently than you, Sam, and Dean.

x

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[gunchamber]

They silently place a handbraided friendship bracelet in Krissy's palm, made out of multicolored thread, along with a tiny joint.

                𝐓𝐖𝐎  𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐔𝐏  𝐈𝐍  𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊  𝐂𝐀𝐑      lovingly  called    BETSY    .    music  pleasantly  hummed  in  the  background  from  speakers  that  may  need  to  be  replaced    (    she  couldn’t    BRING    herself  to  ,    oddly    )  .    crackly  static  ushered  on  by  vocals  could  be  declared  a  flavorful  touch  .    her  car  even  sounded  like  an  old  betsy  .    they  were  remaining  sheltered  beneath  a  metal  roof  away  from  the  thick  wall  of  rain  that  surrounded  them  at  all  angles  .    sure  ,    they  wouldn’t  mind  getting  a  little  wet  .    yet  there  was  an  unspoken  agreement  to  stay  seated  .    krissy  basking  in  the  company  of  her  friend  ,    listening  to  nature’s  noise  machine  .    a    SERENE    little  scenario  they  were  living  during  in  real  time  .    the  huntress  didn’t  have  the  urge  to  interrupt  something  so    THEM  .                   when  palm  that  had  previously  been  dangling  off  the  edge  of  center  console  gets  gripped    &    flipped    to  have  it  pointed  towards  the  ancient  upholstery  above  their  heads  ,    curious  gaze  swiftly  roams  over  to  them  .    krissy  makes  no  move  to  question  the  out  of  the  blue  action  ,    but  a  ghost  of  a  lilt  in  corner  of  lips  could  be  seen  if  one  looked  close  enough  .    then  gifts  are  placed  in  the  awaiting  hand  .    fluorescent  bulbs  from  building  across  the  parking  lot  illuminating  items    &    all  at  once  something    UNSPOKEN    is  bonded  between  them  .                 it  was  something  so    THEM    the  chambers  girl  couldn’t  hold  back  a  toothy  grin  as  her  hand  lifted  to  her  face  to  inspect  the  bracelet  closer  .    making  sure  to  observe  handy  craftsmanship  ,    refusing  to  miss  a  single  detail  of  looped  thread    &    pattern  of  genevieve’s  hand  .    ❛    i’ve  never  had  one  of  these  before  ,    ❜    when  words  leave  her  throat    &    hit  her  own  ears  ,    she  instantly  needs  to  clarify  .    ❛    —    no  one’s  ever  made  me  a  friendship  bracelet  .    guess  i  was  never  cool  enough  .    ❜                  a  snort  comes  from  her  next  when  she  recognizes  the    NEXT    thing  ,    picking  it  up  between  two  fingers  .    ❛    how  about  i  make  you  a  deal  .    we  share  this  tonight  ,    IF    you  help  me  put  this  on  .    DEAL  ?    ❜    of  course  krissy  would  have  shared  with  them  anyway  .    then  as  their  arms  reach  over  to  assist  ,    eyes  soften  .    ❛    thank  you  ,  viv  .    i  love  it  ,    &    i’m  never  taking  it  off  .    ❜   

#❛ ic. ask ┊╳ answered ask . #❛ v. 001 ┊╳ a citizen of nowhere (main). #( ohlazurus. ) #ohlazrus #/ tw weed mention #/ IM SOFT THEY'RE SOFT

[the-void-writes]

Writing Prompt!!

“for you, i would”

Finally managed to get into a Cyval headspace 😅 and I really like this piece so yay! 💖

SOLM - For You

Val’s eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound of chirping birds. The grayish-blue light of a winter morning illuminated the bedroom as they put on their glasses, taking note of the empty side of their bed. Cyrus must have woken up early, Val reasoned, leaving them to sleep peacefully for a while longer. Neither of them were steady sleepers, but since Val was the mortal one, their rest was important to Cyrus.

They threw on their sweater and jeans and freshened up in the washroom. In the mirror, they could spot the mark Cyrus had left on their neck. A bite of passion, of course, not of hunger. Val traced their hand over it, smiling at the memory of Cyrus’ lips on their skin, his breath on their collar, and his hands caressing their hip and chest. They couldn’t wait to return that pleasure to him tenfold.

The manor seemed even colder when Val left their room. All of the servants were bundled up in coats and scarves. Freya was carrying a linen basket up the stairs, dressed in so many dark layers that she looked like a wooly blueberry.

“Good morning, Master Danvers,” she said with a smile.

“Freya, do you want some help with that?” Val asked.

“Oh, no need. Just mine and Krissy’s things.”

“All right, then.” Val looked around. “Have you seen Cyrus today?”

Freya sighed. “Poor thing’s out in the garden. Haven’t been able to bring him in all morning.”

Val nodded. “I’ll go talk to him.”

“Thank you, dearie.”

She bowed and continued up the stairs. Val grabbed their scarf and boots, hurried to the back entrance by the kitchen, and stepped out onto the porch. The snow was already above their ankles as they trudged towards the garden. Dark leaves and withered flowers tried to poke through the frost, still just as radiant as they were in springtime.

Val found him by the iced-over fountain, staring into the frozen water. Snowflakes stuck to Cyrus’ dark hair, framing his pale face beautifully. Still, despite his ethereal glow, there was a deep sadness in his emerald eyes. Val walked down the steps and joined him, touching his hand gently.

“You went on a walk and didn’t invite me?” they said.

Cyrus smiled and kissed their hand. “Forgive me, darling. You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.”

“Fair—” They wrapped their arms around his neck. “—but you’re always worth losing sleep for.”

He chuckled. “Worth more than sleep, you say? What an honor, Master Danvers.”

“If you’re just gonna tease me, I’m going back to bed.”

“Then perhaps I’ll join you, in a moment.”

He stared back at his reflection in the ice, and the humor in his expression disappeared again. Val stroked his hair and brought him against their shoulder.

“Please,” they said, “tell me what’s troubling you.”

Cyrus closed his eyes. “Do you truly want the ceremony?”

Val stared at their hands. “I do, Cyrus. Hawthorn and its people mean so much to me. I want to be a part of it.”

“You know what that means, though. Would you honestly give up your life for us?”

He looked down at them, searching for any sign of offense or regret, but Val leaned close and whispered their answer against his lips.

“I’d give up a hundred lifetimes for you.”

Cyrus caressed their head and pulled them in for a kiss. The snow seemed to dance around them, preserving their little moment like a scene in a snow globe. When Val broke away to breathe, Cyrus couldn’t help but smile at their flushed and freckled face.

“If you really want this,” Cyrus said, “then there’s something I want to say.”

“Yes?”

He took a deep breath. “I would love for you to join us… as my spouse.”

Val could feel their heart pounding in their chest. Cyrus must have sensed it, stuttering as he tried to comfort them.

“It’s completely up to you, of course. If you don’t want that, we can still have the ceremony, and you’re welcome to stay with us in the manor—”

He stopped as Val kissed him again, nearly knocking him down into the snow. Their glasses fogged up as tears ran down their cheeks.

“Cyrus, my darling, I would be honored to marry you.”

A huge smile spread across his face. He picked them up and spun them around, laughing with his beloved in the falling snow. He placed them back down and caught his breath.

“No, my flower,” he said. “The honor is all mine.”

#writeblr #writing community #ask games #wip: secrets of lockhart manor

[rev-krissy]

I was honored to be asked to share a spoken word piece at the March For Our Lives StL. Here is the piece:

Hold the death! by Rev. Krissy Avise-Rouse ©2022

Life... liberty... and the pursuit of happiness

Isn't that what they promised us?!?

Isn't that what they steal daily... from little kids and elders...

And not only from these honored dead,

but from their families and friends and communities

plundered of happiness, liberty stolen and replaced with militarized police and a surveillance state - but don't even suggest background checks or red flags...

You wanna bear arms? Great, get yourself a musket, two extra flints,

and 24 cartridges because the framers for damn sure did not have any idea that we would have automatic meat grinder murder machines with high capacity magazines and bump stocks...

Bad theology and bad politics put guns in hands,

Fear and hate pull the triggers...

Scripture says, "live by the sword, die by the sword..."

We have been living by the gun for far too long and innocents just keep dying for our sins

Babies die at school and queers in bars and alleys for the patriarchy death cult

Old ones at the grocery store and middle age folks on the street and kids on the playground die for white nationalist pseudochristian bullshit

All of them dying for the unbridled lust for wealth and power...

The rest of us? Oh, We cry and scream and refuse to watch the news

We march and we petition... we vote?!?

I am tired, and oldish, and I am so done with this shit,

The thoughts and prayers of the powerful without any action toward change

are worse than nothing at all

And your right to bear arms is not more important than their right to be alive!

Life... liberty... and the pursuit of happiness

Inalienable perhaps, but easily stolen. Liberty still a mirage; life a glimmering hope; happiness, a cruel lie; America, a promise deferred...

GIVE ME LIBERTY, hold the death!

#me #selfie #my poetry #endgunviolence #march for our lives

[laplacemail]

Tbh idk if I followed you first or you did. Or when we have started following each other for that matter lol IT HAS BEEN A WHILE. But I remember being very excited when I saw both your blogs? It's always great seeing well-developed OCs and I immediately made grabby hands when I read your pages like I wanted to throw Rivah at them so badly. And you were so easy to talk to and plot with. I think we clicked very well from early on? We don't write with each other as often as we did in the past (-sweats when thinking I said I make fandomless verses-), but pls I'm still happy seeing you on my dash and having fun and putting out these very high quality replies. It's such a joy to read them.

IT HAS BEEN... TWO years? One year? I think it's two. And I feel the same! I still love Rivah a lot. Honestly the blame also lies with me because I am a bit burnt out on ff.14/my muses w it in general, but I should still go and throw things at you regardless if you don't mind waiting a while.

We clicked really well and I do enjoy talking to you whenever we can. You're a pleasant person to have around and a good friend, Krissy. We did write a lot more but the ball is also being repeatedly dropped by me because I know we have things to do and it also relies on me to pick it back up with you!

#dreamsofavalon #you should. totally hmu on discord so we can think about threads. as slow i am w ff/14 stuff i still want to write nyx with you :3 #dash memes;

[luvvvvangelssssstories]

What's Luvvvv?

~ Chapter two ~

TW: Nun! jus cussin and usage of the N word (As I said in chapter one im black so dw)

MADE BY ~ ME AND MY BSFS YURI AND KRISSY

Now Playing:

[Middle of You]-[Wiz Khalifa]

0:58── ❍───── 4:13

↻ ◃◃ Ⅱ ▹▹ ↺ Volume: ■■■■■■■■□□ 80%

I'm just Chillin' in my room, blasting music and playing roblox on my PC (yeah it's a childish game but I still love it.) My mom walks up stairs with Deandre. "Wuzzzuuuuupppp" Deandre annoying ass say as he finna sit on my bed. "Boy if you don't get yo dirty ass off my bed." I swat my hand at him from my desk. "Man its whatever but I only came over here because I need a re-twist" I roll my eyes but turn my game off "Go get my supplies and I'll do it. Its in my closet." he grabs the shit then sits down on the floor. I take his hair down and pop his forehead. "Nigga the fuck was that for????" I smile at him and look him in his face "For being an annoying shit now pass me my phone. He obviously complies.

Now Playing:

[So Sexy]-[Twista]

0:04─❍────── 3:51

↻ ◃◃ Ⅱ ▹▹ ↺ Volume: ■■■■■■■■□□ 80%

I pull him into the bathroom and wash his hair. But of course since he can't keep his fucking mouth shut he complains. "It's too much waterrr" I glare at him and just put the water right over his face. "C'mon I gotta blow dry this shit." I tell him to go sit in my room while I clean up the bathroom.

5 minutes later I come back to blow dry his hair and twist it. "Wow. For once you're not complaining like a lil bitch?" He does a soft laugh, "Just lettin you do ya thang. You get paid to do hair I don't." I smile at his niceness and I don't hold his head as tight as I was cus yk. I'm a very petty bitch. "Pass me my phone, I'ma play my fav song."

Now Playing:

[B.E.D]-[ Jacquees]

0:04─❍────── 3:54

↻ ◃◃ Ⅱ ▹▹ ↺ Volume: ■■■■■■■■□□ 80%

"This song be havin me in my feelings." i say as I'm tryna follow along with the song. He just leans his head into my lap some more and closes his eyes. "Don't go to sleep, you gotta walk home." he smies then my playlist shuffles to other songs. "Alright, done come to the kitchen real quick." we both walk downstairs to the kitchen and I turn on the stove, "Nah, you ain gotta make me no food." I look at him then laugh "Boy ain nobody tryna cook for you, I'ma press them naps out the back of yo head." I say as I put the pressing comb on the stove and I get a paper towel. "Pressin comb? that hot shit right?" I nod my head and he flinches as if its already on him "Uhm...we dont needa do dat." I hold his shoulders "aweee ya scared of the heat boo boo?" he shakes his head no but his reaction when I press his hair is different. "Thats how as fuck. Why you burnin me???" I roll my eyes, "Boy I ain burnin you thats just the heat" he winces until I say I'm done. He looks at the time

10:55 P.M

"You can stay over if you want. But you're sleeping on the floor." he gives a tired smile. "ight, thanks princess." he runs upstairs but just lays down on the floor and sleeps quickly. I throw a blanket over him and lay in my own bed.

11:45 P.M

Less than an hour later I still can't sleep. I turn to my wall and try to sleep. "You ight lil momma?" I nod into the wall but then turn so I can look at him on the floor. "Why is you awake?" he just looks at the ceiling "You kept tossin and turnin, ya ass woke me up" he says very matter a factly. "My bad.." he gets up and just lays next to me. "Go to sleep aight? I'ma be here all night sadly" I glare at him. "Whatchu mean sadly. My house is lit. And keep that bonnet on." he does this thing as if he's trying to mock the way I always roll my eyes and crosses his arms "Giiiirl quit playin an go ta bed" he says in his best girl voice. "Ya know what? Fine. Andrea" he looks at me like im crazy then says "Nah It'd be D'Andrea." He makes me laugh then rests his hand on my arm "Now go to sleep." I slowly drift off and fall asleep (obvi).

5:13 A.M

I wake up and I feel his arms wrapped around me.

"Uhm..." he blinks when he hears my voice "My uhm...my bad. but I also did want to tell you one thing when I came here to get my hair done.."

TO BE CONTINUED???

#black love #black romance #fem x male #love triangle??? #high school #high school love #i dont know what to tag this #what do i even tag this as #pink aesthetic

[windsource]

Are You Happy? (Save Them Some Pie)

HAPPY 42ND BIRTHDAY, DEAN!! this is my gift to him for being my comfort person that i would hug on sight if given the chance 💗 love you dude, may you indulge in copious amounts of pie. ~ 1.5k words.

also dedicated to marlo ( @heller-jensen ), jace ( @thiscastielhasflown ) and dee ( @castee-yel ) thanks for bein real ones <3

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The day had already started out weird enough.

Dean had woken up drenched in sweat, mind racing with the last lingering thoughts of a nightmare. A vamp nest that he and Sam had been hunting, Dean dying in the most ludicrous way possible, and driving Baby down a long road for an indiscriminate amount of time in a supposed heaven that his father (his father) also co-habited. Needless to say, the dream had come out of nowhere, but it was easy enough to forget once the smell of bacon made its way into his room.

Breakfast was hardy and quick, with enough coffee to fuel him for the rest of the day as he skimmed the internet for a possible case. He had the itch, but apparently, looking around at the three sleepy faces around him at the table, no one else did.

He packed up anyway, preparing for what would likely be an easy salt-n-burn; he’d be gone for only a few hours, tops. On his way out, Cas stops him before he can scale the stairs, arm gripping his shoulder tightly. There’s a memory, briefly—the same hand, the same shoulder. Blood.

Dean looks down at it. Back at Cas.

“…Yeah?”

After a moment, Cas lets go. He steps back half an inch as if he had forgotten himself. “Just…be careful.”

Dean nods, moving to leave again, taking the awkwardness as both a Cas thing and a morning thing and content to leave it at that. 

“And,” Cas says. Dean turns back.

“Come home.”

//

Dean picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Dean, hey! It’s, uh. It’s me. Krissy?”

Dean feels himself begin to smile, mindful of the road ahead of him. He balances his phone on his thigh while he drives.

“Hey, kid! Long time no call. How are you? Everything okay?”

The case had been as easy as Dean had suspected, but he had that familiar muscle ache and heaviness to his eyes that solo cases usually gave him.

Besides that, he was getting a little confused about all of the calls he’d been getting today. Before Krissy, it had been Garth, and before that, Claire and Jody and…

“Uh, yeah, dude, everything’s good. Um. How are you? How’s Sam and that angel of yours?”

Dean swallows to keep from choking, or potentially crashing the car.

“They’re good. Yeah…good.” Alive, he wants to say, back from the dead, probably in the DeanCave watching Scooby Doo without him. “Sorry, Krissy, ah,” he steps off the break to make a left, “I’m actually on my way home right now. Was there something I could help you with?”

There’s a pause, and Dean chances a glance at his phone to see if the call had dropped off. It hadn’t.

“Krissy?”

“I,” she huffs in what sounds like a laugh, “Nothing, Dean. You get home safe, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

“And hey,” Krissy says, before he can say his goodbyes, “Uh, make sure you save some pie for everybody else.”

Dean’s eyebrows furrow a bit, but he laughs. “I will. Take care of yourself.”

“Bye, Dean.”

“Ba-bye.”

//

Dean’s still mulling over the pie comment when he nearly falls down the stairs, squinting into the darkness of the Bunker.

“What the hell?” he asks, voice hoarse around the high note. “Guys?”

When there’s no immediate answer, Dean’s instincts kick in. He pulls out his gun and gently drops his bag, waiting a moment for his eyes to adjust so he can try for the stairs.

Before he can, though, the lights kick back on. His gaze locks onto the scene below, and Dean slowly lowers his gun.

“Happy birthday!” Jack says, the sound of a party horn whining shortly after. Beside him, Cas pulls the string of a party popper, and he jerks as bits of confetti fall around him and into his hair.

Skeptically, Dean starts descending down the stairs.

“You…this…” he manages.

“It’s your birthday, dumbass,” Sam says, swooping forward to slap a party hat on Dean’s head as soon as he’s made the landing. He smiles.

“Oh…kay.” Around them, the Bunker looks pretty normal. The only difference is the array of pies on one of the library tables, next to what looks like home made rice krispie treats, and a couple of birthday-themed plates and napkins. That, and the confetti from Cas’ party popper that litters the floor. “Are you sure?”

Cas frowns at Sam. “Sam was certain. I can’t imagine he’d get the day wrong, but he has had quite severe brain trauma over the years. Perhaps…” Cas reaches out to Sam’s head, probably intent on searching his brain for said trauma, or for the date of Dean’s actual birthday. Sam swats his hand away.

“Hey, no. My trauma is fine. Dean,” Sam redirects his attention to him, “It’s today. Did you really forget?”

Dean shrugs, trying to piece the day together from the beginning. Shitty dream, good breakfast, the three of them weirdly insisting on staying at the Bunker…the calls. Save some pie for everybody else.

He laughs. “So that’s what she meant.”

“That’s what who meant?” Jack asks. He’s wearing a party hat, too, with ridiculous stripes of blue and pink and purple patterned onto it. It matches the one currently strapped to Dean’s own. He shakes his head.

“You’re telling me all of you knew? This whole time? And…and…” He looks around again, pointing vaguely at the table and the confetti. “You put this all together for me?”

Sam shoves his arm playfully. “Course we did. Now quit pouting and come eat some pie.”

//

Sam is fast asleep, sprawled out on the couch hours later with one of his hands brushing the floor. Dean thinks he spots drool on the pillow underneath him. 

Cas has been quiet next to Dean, at least since Jack had disappeared into the kitchen an hour ago and hadn’t come back, thoughtfully tracing the lip of his beer bottle with his finger. 

“Something on your mind?” Dean asks, because he wants to know.

Cas continues unbothered. Scooby Doo reruns play in the background. Dean almost repeats the question, but Cas eventually lifts his gaze to stare at him.

“Are you happy?” 

Dean presses his mouth shut. Licks his lips. He takes just as long to answer.

“You know what,” he smiles. “I think I am.”

Cas smiles back at him, soft and genuine. The skin around his eyes crinkling tells more than the gentle upturn of his mouth. 

Dean swallows, nervously putting his beer down and turning it a few times until his fingers are wet with the condensation. 

“What, uh. What about you?” He swallows again. “You happy?”

What he really wants to ask, though, is if they were good. If, after recent events, they were still the same. If Cas was still fine with “just being.”

He’s quiet again. Dean thinks he deserves that, and tries to pay attention to the TV, but the voice in his head is too loud. Cas has to tap his knee to get his attention again.

“Hm?”

“I was saying,” he moves his hand back, “that I’m sorry I didn’t get you a gift.”

Dean stares at him. “What are you talking about?”

Cas looks confused, like he’s about to repeat what he just said. Dean stops him short with a wave of his hand. 

“Dude, you just got back from the dead, alright? That’s—that’s gift enough to last me a lifetime. Don’t worry about a gift.”

Cas frowns, and Dean rolls his eyes. It’s another few moments of tense silence, until Dean breaks it, his heart pounding in his chest.

“But, uh,” he says, “I might have a gift for you.”

“Dean, we don’t share a birthday. It’s not customary to gift me something, especially when I haven’t given you—“

“Cas,” he groans, officially putting his beer aside and facing him. Cas’ features are lit up with the colors of the TV. Dean reaches a hand up to pluck confetti from his hair, a green piece that he’d been eyeing all night. Hesitating, he lets his hand fall to Cas’ face, smoothing over his cheek and jaw. The TV paints his cheekbone purple. Dean brushes his thumb over it. “Just...shut up and let me do this.” 

Cas tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed in that way of his, and Dean thinks he looks perfect. When he dips forward and presses their lips together, it’s perfect, perfect, perfect. He’s warm, his face is burning, eyes almost watering when he pulls away.

Dean lets his forehead rest on Cas’, heartbeat still crazy. He closes his eyes. “We can have it, Cas. This. We can have this.”

Cas takes Dean’s face in his hands, lifts it a little to bring them face to face again, so that he’s looking into Dean’s eyes.

“I’d like that, Dean,” he says, and his eyes are wet, too. Happy, Dean thinks.

“Your gift to me?” Dean manages, smile wobbly. He’s teasing, trying to bring down the weight of this without getting rid of all of it. He likes this type of adrenaline rush, different from any hunt he’s been on. Better.

Cas smiles. “I think technically it was you that gifted me, but, yes. My gift to you, if you’ll take it.”

“Gladly,” Dean says.

Cas hums back, brushing his fingers through the hair at the nape of Dean’s neck. “Happy birthday, Dean.” He leaves a kiss on his forehead.

Happy. 

Dean thinks, for the first time, as he pulls more confetti from Cas’ hair, that it actually is. 

—

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[bijoharvelle]

The party starts winding down around ten. The guests who came from not-so-far have left, lingering longer for just one more hug, one more goodbye. Jack convinced all of “Dean’s kids” (as Krissy had declared all of them with a wide arc of her arm and a smile) to spend the night so they’ve commandeered the Dean Cave. Much to Dean’s dismay, they managed to sync someone’s phone to the television in there and are laughing in bursts and fits at something called Tiktok.

The rest of the stragglers are sprawled easily in the main room. Sam and Cas shoved a bunch of the more comfortable chairs into the area so everyone has a seat. Jody, Ellen, and Bobby are all talking low and laughing in a way that can only spell trouble. Charlie and Mary are debating the pros and cons of the Blood Hunter class in Dungeons and Dragons, while Bess and Eileen interject with arguments for Cleric and Druid respectively. Nearby, Sam somehow wrangled Garth into flipping through some book that he discovered (Dean heard the word “lore” and ran). And in a far corner, Benny and Jo are leaning into each other in such a way that makes Dean avert his eyes (aside from the inherent panic of exes meeting up, he does think they could be good for each other in a weird way).

And at the helm of it all, in the doorway of the hall from the kitchen is Dean. He’s been standing here for the past fifteen minutes, maybe, after slipping out for another beer. When he came back, he was struck at the sight before him. All these people, together, alive. He loves them all, each of them, so much. And they all love him. They all came here, tonight, for him, to celebrate his life. 

If you had asked him at just about any time in his life, Dean would have said that the only time a gathering like this would have been possible would have been right after his body was ash on a pyre. He was always sure celebrations of his life would be funereal.

He’s forty-two years old and at each birthday he got before this, he was certain he wouldn’t make it to the next one. Bloody, or broken, or with a gun in his hand. That was his ending, he thought.

There’s the smooth, solid warmth of someone behind him. Dean’s eyes close and the smile on his face widens as he prays, instinctively, Cas. He rocks back on his heels a little, lets some of his weight settle against the angel. “Took you long enough,” he says on a sigh.

Cas maneuvers himself so he’s pressed into Dean’s side, one arm around his waist. “It was hard to leave them,” Cas says, like he’s surprised by it. Maybe half an hour ago, he offered to put the twins down for Bess and Garth. “They fell asleep quite easily, but I found it...hard to walk away.” There’s an awe in his voice that makes Dean’s heart skip a little. 

“Yeah,” Dean agrees. “Babies are nice.”

They’re quite for a minute, both of them looking out at the room.

Turning his head, Cas presses a kiss into the hinge of Dean’s jaw, and then another right at the crest of his cheek. “Happy birthday, Dean,” he says with his mouth still close so that the words rush along his skin, warm and safe. 

“Thanks, sunshine.” Dean twists so he can get his arm over Cas’s shoulder, bring them both in closer to each other. “Best one yet.” 

-

credit to @sunforgrace because i finally had inspiration to write a thing for Dean after reading their post (linked in the ficlet).

#chayya writes #destiel #deancas #destiel ficlet #deancas ficlet #happy birthday dean #dean's birthday #my stuff #my fanfic

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

AU: Dean and his ducklings, on a hunt

Dean: Alright, ducklings, for the plan to work we need a distraction, any ideas?

Jesse: *Raises his hand*

Dean: A plan that doesnt involve stabbing Cas

Jesse: *Slowly put his hand down*

Bobby John: Seriously, dude, what is wrong with you? Why do you always want to stab Cas?

Jesse: He is very stabable and shall I remind you he tried to kill me when I was a child

Emma: Sam literally almost kill me and you dont see me trying to stab him everytime I see him

Ben: I mean, you dont try because Dean doesnt let you but go on I guess

Emma: Whose side are you on?

Ben: I mean Cas did have my mom and I kidnapped and then proceed to erase our memories, so... I am not saying Jesse is right I am just saying that I dont mind seeing him getting stabbed

Claire: That is the corpse of my father you are talking, show more respect

Krissy: You did just hear what you said right?

(Cue chaos and mumbling)

Patience, somehow being the voice of reason: Guys, the skinwalkers...

Kaia, enjoying this way too much: No, no, let them keep going

Alex, being done: I could literally be in my room watching trash tv right now

Dean, getting exasperated: No one is stabbing anyone, no one should ever stabbed anyone, I am going to ground anyone who ever stabs anyone 

Jack, being a confused little boi: But I thought being stab was a sign of afection. Dad told me you stabbed him when you met him and you said that it was love at first stab

Dean: *trying to explain the difference to Jack and completely forgetting about the hunt*

*Sam getting manhandle by the skinwalkers*

(At the end they managed to finish the hunt  with Sam getting a broken leg for his problems, he didnt talk to anyone for a week after, though)

#supernatural incorrect quotes #supernatural #dean winchester #dad dean #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #jesse turner #kaia nieves #emma winchester #claire novak #ben braeden #krissy chambers #patience turner #alex jones #jack kline #bobby john #deans ducklings

[achillestiel]

For @smiledean 🎉 Happy birthday for tomorrow Ali 🎉 here is a fluffy Teacher AU wherein all their students ship it

“Oh my god did you see them this morning?”

“Walking in together with coffee? Oh yeah. So freaking cute”

“I'm sure Mr Collins held the door open for Dean too.”

"Kaia I swear to God, I'm close to locking them in a classroom together."

There were three well known truths at Lawrence High school. The first; never trust the tuna surprise on Fridays. The second; the east stairwell would always smell like weed no matter what. The third was that Mr Collins and Mr Winchester were stupidly in love with each other.

As far as teachers went, Claire liked Mr. Winchester. No other teacher let the class call them by their first name. Dean would chat with them like he was a friend, play music during class and didn't care if they snacked while he spoke about the 1960's art movements. Still, if he didn't stop making doe eyes at her English teacher, Claire was going to stab him with a paintbrush.

Thursday's art class after lunch was just like all the others. Claire waltzed in, Kaia and Alex right next to her, to see Dean at his desk grinning over at the man leaning against the nearest table. The remains of their lunches next to them. Mr Collins would say something that wasn't funny but Dean would still laugh like it was the most hilarious thing he'd ever heard. Seriously, pre-school kids were more subtle than they were.

The whole thing had begun at the start of junior year. Mr Collins had joined the English department and students had quickly caught on that he had eyes for their art teacher. The two would laugh in the halls between classes, seek each other despite their departments being on the opposite ends of the school and shamelessly flirt. There had been a point two months prior when Claire was convinced they'd finally gotten a clue. For a whole week Dean and Mr Collins had carpooled in together when Mr Collins' Prius had broken down. Sadly, it seemed they were both clueless morons.

*More below the cut + tag list*

"Hey guys, grab a table and we'll carry on with our discussion on the Minimalist movement before you get started on your pieces." Dean called out as he cleared the remains of his lunch off his desk. Mr Collins whispered something to Dean, who laughed and nodded his head. Kaia just rolled her eyes as she grabbed the usual desk they all say at.

"I'll find that book out for you after my lesson. See you later." Mr Collins said to Dean.

"Catch you later Cas." Dean called while Mr Collins cleared off the table he'd been leaning against and hurried out the classroom.

Dean launched into his discussion on the Minimalist movement, occasionally stopping to sip lukewarm coffee out a mug shaped like a car tire. Everyone knew Mr Collins had given Dean that mug for Christmas. Dean had given Mr Collins one with a smiling bumblebee on it, cartoon font spelling out Bee Happy. They really were ridiculous. While students were taking notes, it was less about Dean's lecture and more about how blatantly obvious Dean and Mr Collins were.

"Any questions?" Dean asked. Claire's hand instantly shot up. Sure, she'd probably get detention for this but she was done. "Claire?"

"Dean, when are you going to ask Mr Collins out on a date?" She asked. The whole class fell silent, their eyes fixed on Dean who had gone the deepest shade of red Claire had ever seen.

"What? I...well...I…" Dean stammered out. "Cas doesn't... we're just friends."

"Seriously? Are you blind?" Alex then asked, forgoing putting her hand in the air. "Dude, we've had to sit through nearly an entire year of you guys flirting."

Dean's face was the shade of beetroot. "What? No...we...Cas...friends." he mumbled, scratching at his neck.

"They have a point Dean." Krissy said from the back of the room. "We were assigned Little Beast in English last week. Someone pointed out to Mr Collins that it kind of sounded like you and he blushed."

"What? He blushed? Really?" Dean asked, still bright red but with the smallest of a smile on his face. Ha! Busted.

"Went bright red, worse than you now." Kaia said smugly.

"So...let's say I asked him to go to a gallery showing with me tonight...do you think he'd say yes?" Dean asked.

"Yes!" The entire class cried.

"And you all think this?" Dean asked.

"Yes."

"Wow...oh...um…" Dean mumbled. "Yes Claire?" He asked when Claire thrust her hand back in the air.

"Dean, just ask him. If we're still sitting here just before graduation speculating about you two, we are going to go crazy." Claire said and several people in the class nodded.

"Ok...if I say that I'll do it can we get some work done?" Dean asked. The entire class nodded. "Cool...I'll ask him at the end of the day." Dean said, his cheeks still blushed with red but now his smile was even wider.

On Friday morning the entire school was awash with the news that a certain Mr Winchester and Mr Collins had driven into school together. They had even held hands when walking into the building. Dean played classic rock love ballads in his classroom for the entire day.

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#deancas fic #destiel fic #deancas #destiel #sam writes #this is a day early but tomorrow i'll be in full tfatsw mode #happy birthday for tomorrow Ali! #smiledean

[gunchamber]

they're slumped up against each other on eliza's couch, watching a movie that eliza has long since stopped paying attention to - she's much more focused on the feeling of krissy's heartbeat against her skin. in a break of conversation, eliza extends her hand to hold krissy's in her own & gives her a gentle, tender squeeze before meeting her eyes with an honest smile. "baby, don't take this th'wrong way - i love it when you're out there, kickin' ass an' takin' names ... but i like havin' you here with me even more."

                𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄    ;    𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌      when  they  are  able  to  come  back  together  .    always  unknown  when  krissy  will  be  called  back  out  onto  the    BATTLEFIELD    .    it’s  been  bittersweet  ,    this  whole    relationship  thing  .    a  bitterness  thick  as    BLOOD    when  they’re  separated  ,    mind  clouded  with  the  woman  beside  her  when  she  has  a  spare  second  ,    usually  when  she’s  alone  in  her  motel  room  just  wishing  for  eliza’s  warmth  .    it’s  been  so  long  since  she’s  felt  the  ache  of    MISSING    someone  who  was  still  alive  .                 it’s  worth  it  to  come    home    to  her  though  ,    the  excitement  that  constantly    builds    &    builds    until  it  reaches  that    CRESCENDO    like  in  one  of  eliza’s  songs  .    when  she’s  pulling  up  in  her  old  classic  car  ,    music  flowing  from  the  radio  too  loud  to  signal  her  arrival  .    eliza  already  outside  because  krissy  always  calls  ahead  ,    too  giddy  to  try    &    surprise  her  .    wants  the  gratification  of  seeing  her  immediately  ,    there  was  no  way  she’d  be  able  to  wait  a  second  longer  when  eliza  was  so  close  .    they  reach  that  cusp  ,    when  the  rollercoaster  is  just  about  to  descend  over  a  hundred  foot  hill  ,    krissy  getting  out  of  her  car  nearly  forgetting  to  put  it  in  park  most  of  the  time  before  she’s  bolting  .    arms  open  ,    heart    SINGING  ,    like  even  the  soul  knows  !    it  calls  out  to  eliza  .                   being  home  ,    that’s  what  it  feels  like  when  krissy  is  with  eliza  .    a  ghost  of  a  smile  settles  on  tired  features  ,    eyes  darkened  in  a  ring  beneath  them  but  it’s  a  miracle  how  irises  still  look  so  lively  .    watching  on  as  hands    &    fingers  link  ,    harmony  restored  .    however  words  softly  spoken  cast  a  wave  of  something  over  the  chambers  girl  ,    a  hard  emotion  to  place  but  it’s    THERE  .                    ❛    you  know  that  i’d  rather  be  here  with  you  over  a  stinky  ghoul  anyday  ,    right  ?    ❜    it’s  lighthearted  ,    meant  to  hopefully  bring  a  smile  to  her  girl’s  visage  .    but  there’s  something  underlying  that  .    (    please  don’t  ask  her  to  stop  something  that’s  all  she  knows    )  .    ❛    we’re  missing  the  movie  .    ❜    she  doesn’t  care  about  a  film  she  stopped  watching  thirty  minutes  ago  ,    despite  her  tease  she’s  leaning  in  ,    pressing  lips  to  eliza’s  .    hoping  to  stop  any    &    all  negative  thoughts  that  might  be  stirring  up  in  her  head  . 

#/ don't look at me thx #/ SOFT HOURS SOFT HOURS #( eliza tag tbt. ) #( strnza. ) #strnza #❛ ic. ask ┊╳ answered ask .