alastair was right

Alastair was doing all these bad things at the academy & I think he has a lot of insecurities, and acting out because of that but i also think that he was trying to get Jem’s attention by specifically targeting James & being hurtful towards him. I think he just wanted the attention of his cousin, especially because Jem is the only connect to his father that he has (Alastair and Cordelia’s father died previously EDIT: actually Elias isn’t dead he’s separated from his family), and how better to get Jem’s attention than to fuck with James, who is NAMED AFTER JEM. It’s probably well known by the Carstairs that Jem goes to visit the Herondales all the damn time, however he never makes the time to visit his blood relatives. Alastair has probably been bitter about that for a long time and just imagine how fucking crushed he must’ve felt when hearing Jem had come to see James in the SH Academy and he was in the SAME FUCKING BUILDING and didn’t bother to speak a word to him.

sold-my-soul-for-ramirez  asked:

Do you have any fics where Dean is the one stalked or kidnapped (preferably by Cas but I'll take what I can get) thanks, it's hard to find a good dark fic

Fanlore describes Darkfic as intentionally disturbing with emotional and physical violence - something that rarely has a happy ending (we tag MCD with tragedy on this blog and fics where Dean and Cas separate at the end as unhappyish.) 

We strongly advise you to go through our Dark and Abusive tags. The abusive tag is for fics where Cas and Dean’s relationship is abusive, such as the situation you describe. Many of the fics on those tags were recced by our darkfic specialist who has now left the blog. Since the current mods don’t read a lot of these, the list below focuses more on Dean being stalked, kidnapped or endangered by someone other than Cas. Though these have dark themes (noncon, ptsd, etc), Dean and Cas are generally in a healthy relationship. 

I. Kidnapped, stalked or endangered Dean. We have added some notes for context and to designate the assailant.

II. New recs with kidnapped or manipulated Dean. These are mostly based on author’s summary and tags. Please let us know if the fic doesn’t fit here!

Bird Song [NC-17, 42,700 word count]

Dean falls through a portal into a strange land ruled over by winged creatures who call themselves Birds and keep humans as pets. As his new Master - Castiel - quickly learns, Dean makes a very difficult pet.

Secretary [M, 6,600 word count]

Based on film of same name. Castiel hires habitually self-harming Dean as his legal secretary. The two slowly develop a dom/sub relationship. There’s love, there’s self hate and there’s powerplay. But it’s a love story.

The Seraph [NC-17, 135,700 word count] 

Ever since the seraph were discovered, there’s been one rule society has had to adapt to: stay out of open water. Powerful, determined and aggressive, the octopus-human creatures are in a league of their own and have no qualms with taking what they want and attacking what they don’t. Now, children learn to swim in man-made lakes and beaches are deserted save for researches and the fool-hearted. 
Dean Winchester is neither of those things. But a hunt has brought him and Sam, his brother, to one of the many abandoned beaches, where Dean is left with no choice but to take refuge in the water. He should be safe, he thinks, he doesn’t go too deep - just deep enough to hide himself and to deter his pursuer. 
He forgot just how fast the damn things could be, and how determined they were once they had their eyes on something.

III. Dark fic themes on AO3. If you are OK with kinky dark fic check out these destiel fics on AO3, look for dub con and non con tags, bottom!dean. 

IV. Other. If you read cockles, give chance to Angel Slayer (The SPN RPFiles on AO3) and Off the Reservation by emwebb17.

Request: ScotEng, omegaverse (fluff)

I was requested to write my very first ScotEng and also my very first omegaverse by lovelies @gallifreyanlibertea​ and @mamin-the-troll​.
I decided the only way I could do it was making it very fluffy, since I’m completely inexperienced with omegaverse (that’s Mana’s job!).

Notes: I took inspiration from a dialogue Arthur had in the last published chapter of my longfic ‘The House in London’, but in this Alistair and Arthur are not brothers. Also, my favourite hc about Scotland is that he’s got stubbles.
Also please forgive me for my bad attempt at written Scottish accent >__<

House Intruder - (omegaverse, fluff, ScotEng)

Being all alone in Alastair’s house was a new, strange sensation.

Usually, when he’d came to visit in the evening, tired after a whole day of work, the lights would have been on in the kitchen and living room, the air would’ve been warm and cosy, smelling of baked goods or of dinner steadily cooking on the stove.

He would have been welcomed in with a cup of steaming tea, a warm blanket gently placed on the shoulders and a quick, bearded and itchy kiss on the cheek.

But the house was now cold and dark. The kitchen was silent and lacked any smell of food: instead it was kind of stuffy after a whole week closed and unused.

The blanket he was usually offered was neatly folded on his favourite armchair and the only sound filling the air was of the old wooden cuckoo clock on top of the stairs.

Alastair’s house was an old two storeys cottage in the Edinburgh area, with creaky wooden floors and stairs, big widows that frosted in the cold of winter and a roof where sometimes birds and dormice took shelter.

It reminded Arthur of his grandparents’ old house in Wiltshire, where he spent many weekends of his childhood chasing fairies and pixies in the garden and listening to the steady falling of raindrops on the windowsill at night.

Alistair had been in Dublin, visiting a cousin, for almost six days.

Arthur had made do during the week with texts, Skype calls and messages on socials, but with the weekend approaching and the realisation it would be the first weekend alone since they had gotten together, he felt like just waiting for a call suddenly wasn’t enough.

He needed to feel more of Alistair’s smell and presence to be able to finally sleep more and well and wash away the week’s stress and loneliness.

He had always prided himself of being a strong, independent omega, but that had been before meeting Alistair: now, with a partner as attentive (almost to the point of being silly, and always trying to look like he actually didn’t care) as the Scottish alpha, Arthur had somehow softened to the idea of getting a little bit more clingy.

Not that the other needed to know or even suspect he had had these kind of thoughts.

That was why Arthur had retreated the copy of the keys of Alistair’s house from a small box in one of his studio’s drawers, had went to the house late in the evening and had told no one, not even the owner of the house, about his mission.

It would have been very embarrassing explaining to his mate that he felt the need to sleep in his clothes, in his bed, hugging his pillow.

Which was exactly what he came to do: after lingering a bit in the entrance and living room, like a guest coming in for the first time, he had went upstairs, to the main bedroom.

The bed was old just like the rest of the house: king sized, wooden and with a canopy that Alistair didn’t even use.

It was soft and comfy and Arthur loved every single memory he had of spending late night and late mornings on it with his beloved.

He looked longingly at it, but first he went for the top drawer of the dresser and retrieved his favourite pair of pyjamas Alistair owned: checked, navy blue and white, of a soft and well worn cotton.

He put it on and took a long breath, eyes closed, tugging the collar of the shirt in front of his already very sensible nose. That was the smell he needed, the one he associated with all the memories inside that house, with his mate.

They were a young couple, it was true: but a bit less than one year together, as mates, was already enough for him to label memories, smells and sensations and recognise them so well.

With a satisfied smile, he let go of the collar and prepared to jump on the bed.

He landed right in the middle, making the mattress jolt and the bed creak and thump loudly on the floor, but it was all worth it: he was finally surrounded by softness, calmness and the heavy mix of other sensations the proximity of something belonging to Alastair always brought to him.

The best part was sinking his face in the pillow: Alastair had a favourite one, the one on the left. It was always the one thing in the room smelling more like the alpha, no matter if he had just changed the sheets. It was like Alistair: rain on a pine forest, a cigar slowly smoked on the sofa, the ocean foaming against a cliff, a warm fire crackling inside an old house.

Arthur sighed contentedly, finally home.

The exhaustion and stress left him immediately and he fell asleep, missing his alpha.

Dreaming of his alpha.

Dreaming Alastair right next to him, calling him, gently shaking his arm to wake him up…

“Runt. Ohy? Wake, little monkey!” he heard.

“Al… ?” he mumbled, still almost completely asleep. He turned around, stretching and yawning, when he suddenly realised he was being held by strong, warm arms in a very familiar hug.

He screeched and jumped, almost falling off the bed in the attempt of escaping his mate’s grip, all the while the other, very real and very much amused by the reaction, was laughing out loud and still holding Arthur safely by his side, on his bed.

“What? What are you doing… home?” asked Arthur, shocked.

He sat up and, seeing Alastair’s very amused look, he remembered he had fallen asleep in the other’s pyjamas.

“I can explain!” he cried, trying to quickly take the shirt off.

Alastair just laughed more and stopped him, closing his big hands on the omega’s ones and pulling him closer, almost on top of him: “I like it on ye, Art.” he snickered.

Arthur was blushing furiously and just made an embarrassed sound, defeated.

“I came home tae me little monkey,” explained the alpha, caressing Arthur face as the other pouted and tried to hide his face against the pillow: “And tae me GPS alarm ye set off breakin in me house.” he added.

“What?” asked Arthur: “You have a GPS alarm set for the house?”

Alastair just raised an eyebrow, still smiling.

“But I have a copy of the key!” protested Arthur.

“Aye… didn’t think bout that when it rang a’ eleven pm.” admitted Alastair.

Arthur grinned. He reached up to brush his lips over his mate’s chin covered in stubble and confessed: “I’m glad you hurried home.”

Alastair hugged him closer once again and kissed him on the head, one hand carding through short, messy blond hair.

“And I’m glad it was ye and not a thief!” exclaimed the alpha, before laughing again.

I don’t consider myself a hateful person. I try to be very non-judgmental or at least kind no matter what a person does.

But I have never felt such a burning passion for anyone in my life as I feel for Alastair Fitz right now.

Not only is he a manipulative, abusive monster of a human being, but he’s so /calm/ about it. The way he tells Fitz that emotion is weakness and to ‘stop being like his mother’, it’s as casual as if he were saying that he needs to stop by the grocery store later.

He’s been in the show for one episode, barely spoken, we barely know anything about him and already we can see his disgusting fingerprints, shaping everything Framework!Fitz is today and even clearly causing some of Real Fitz’s deepest issues that date back to the beginning of the show.

I honestly can’t wait to watch Jemma punch that guy’s lights out.

The voice and mo-cap actors for the Order 1886 on the last day of principle shooting for the game. From left to right Alastair D'Argyll/Sir Lucan (Matthew Waterson), Grayson/Sir Galahad (Steve West), Isabeau D'Argyll/Lady Igraine (Alice Coulthard) and Marquis de Lafayette/Sir Percival (Frederik Hamel) Photo from @pandachewchew on Twitter

Castiel as the Man of La Mancha

I have seen meta about Cas’ grace being hidden in the book Don Quixote and how that book relates to Supernatural because it is a work of meta fiction itself. However, the first thing that struck me is the incredibly romantic history of that book.

Don Quixote was made into a musical called The Man of La Mancha and it is a romantic story of chivalrous love and transformative love that sees past outward flaws into the person underneath. The lyrics are really moving and the musical has even been adopted by one of the biggest marriage supporting organizations in the world, World Wide Marriage Encounter, because the songs in it depict and unselfish representation of love.

In it, Quixote, chooses to go on a knightly mission, singing:

This is my Quest to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
To fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause!

He perceives himself as a noble knight, sees the prostitute Aldonza, and believes she is the ideal woman and calls her Dulcinea. He sings to her:

I have dreamed thee too long,
Never seen thee or touched thee.
But known thee with all of my heart.
I see heaven when I see thee, Dulcinea
and thy name is like a prayer an angel whispers
I have sought thee, sung thee, dreamed thee

The whole Don Quixote/Man of La Mancha can be read as such a Destiel parallel. Castiel, who was this eons old angel of the Lord, was filled with such heavenly mission and righteousness when he saved Dean. He was on a noble quest that he believed was on God’s orders and was going to save the world. And he met this broken soul, who was doing terrible things, torturing souls in hell and liking it. But Cas saw the value in Dean immediately. Like Quixote gives Aldonza the name Dulcinea, Castiel tells Dean he deserves the title of Righteous Man.

However, Aldonza at first thinks Quixote is crazy because she is just a poor waitress and whore whose mother left her and who never knew her father. Let’s just say she ‘doesn’t think she deserves to be saved.’ She doesn’t want to accept how Quixote holds her in such high regard and sings:

You have shown me the sky,
But what good is the sky
To a creature who’ll never
Do better than crawl?
Can’t you see what your gentle
Insanities do to me?
Rob me of anger and give me despair! 
Blows and abuse
I can take and give back again,
Tenderness I cannot bear!

And like Aldonza, Dean doesn’t accept the title of Righteous Man. “I can’t do it, Cas. It’s too big. Alastair was right. I’m not all here. I’m not strong enough. Well, I guess I’m not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It’s not me.” Dean, like Aldonza, didn’t see his own value. He believed he was just daddy’s blunt instrument (that blows and abuse I can take and give back but tenderness I cannot bear line gets me every time), didn’t think he deserved to be saved, and certainly didn’t think he deserved the loyalty, friendship, and love of an angel. And now, with the Mark of Cain bearing down on him, he really doesn’t believe he deserves anything. Cas has to remind him that he was stupid for the right reasons and that he is a good role model. And Cas will tell anyone who will listen that the Winchesters are the best men he knows (and punch you in the face for insulting Dean - just saying).

But Quixote is insistent she is worthy and tells her:

I ask of my lady that I may be allowed to serve her
that I may hold her in my heart
that to her I may dedicate each victory
and call upon her in defeat
and if at last I give my life
I give it in the sacred name of Dulcinea.

Aldonza can’t understand what Quixote wants from her because someone always wants something from her, but he insists that he just wants to serve her and will even give his life for her. Sound like an angel we know? Castiel hasn’t needed Dean since the Apocalypse, not really. He could have gone back to his former life, returned to being an angel and left the Winchesters to their business. But he has returned over and over to Dean and given everything from his sanity, his freedom, and his life for them.

And in the end, Aldonza finally is inspired by Quixote’s sacrifice and his belief in her, so much so that she stops devaluing herself and accepts that she is Dulcinea. A famous quote from the book is “hope is always born at the same time as love.” So I guess the big question is… will Dean ever see himself the way Cas does enough to have hope to accept the love Cas has offered?

unknightess-deactivated20140918  asked:

May I ask what your favorite Dean quotes from each season are?

ooo thanks for the question!

season 1:

  • “when i was your age, i saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. i didn’t feel like talking, just like you. but see my mom, i know she wanted me to be brave. i think about that every day. and i do my best to be brave.”
  • “i figure our family’s so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others, make things a little bit more bearable. i’ll tell you what else helps: killing as many evil sons of bitches as i possibly can.”
  • “you don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius”

season 2:

  • “there’s no higher power, there’s no god. there’s just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds”
  • “why is it my job to save these people? why do i have to be some kind of hero?”

season 3:

  • “my father was an obsessed bastard! all that crap he dumped on me about protecting sam, that was his crap! he’s the one who couldn’t protect his family! he’s the one who let mom die, who wasn’t there for sam, i always was! he wasn’t fair! i didn’t deserve what he put on me and i don’t deserve to go to hell!”
  • “honestly, i think the world’s gonna end bloody. but does that mean we shouldn’t fight?”

season 4:

  • “you know what’s real? people, families. that’s real. and you’re going to watch them all burn?”
  • “alastair was right. i’m not all here. i’m not — i’m not strong enough. well, i guess i’m not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. find someone else. it’s not me.”

season 5:

  • “how many people do you have to save?” “all of them.” and basically every conversation dean has with the therapist in sam, interrupted has some of my favorite dean stuff especially if you’re going to count the therapist’s quotes as dean quotes since she’s in his mind.
  • “i have no illusions, okay, i know the life that i live, i know how its going to end for me. whatever, i’m okay with that. but i wanted you to know that when i do picture myself happy, it’s with you. and the kid.”
  • “screw destiny right in the face”

season 6:

  • “i mean i know he’s not my kid, but i don’t know, i’m starting to feel like yeah he is. …  i think about the way we grew up. i don’t know, i kinda feel like i have a chance to do something different with ben.”
  • “i think my job turns me into somebody that can’t sit at your dinner table.”

season 7:

  • “there’s always something eating at me. that’s who i am. something happens, i feel responsible, alright? the lindbergh baby, that’s on me. global warming, my bad.”
  • “hunters are never kids. i never was.”

season 8:

  • “it was bloody. messy. 31 flavors of bottom dwelling nasties. hell, most days felt like 360-degree combat. but there was something about being there… it felt pure.”
  • “you see a light at the end of this ugly ass tunnel. i don’t. but i tell you what i do know is that i’m going to die with a gun in my hand. because that’s what i have waiting for me, that’s all i have waiting for me.”

season 9:

  • “cars are freaking cool as hell. fixing them is like a puzzle. and the best part is, when you’re done they leave and you aren’t responsible for them anymore.”
  • “it’s better this way. the mark, it’s making me into something i don’t want to be.”