had an idea that adrien finds a stray kitten on the way home from patrol one night and brings it home to keep it out of the winter cold and maybe give it a place to rest for the evening, since it’s obviously without a mother or any sort of protection/way to feed itself
he tells himself he wont keep it; that he’ll bring it to the vet in the morning and have it checked out, then bring it to the animal shelter so it can be adopted
but overnight the kitten falls asleep on adrien’s chest, and it purrs and stretches out its tiny paws, and oh no, it’s too cute, too cute, abort, ABORT
so he tells himself he’ll bring it to his and ladybug’s next patrol to let her say hello, since she once mentioned something about loving cats, and only after that he’ll do something about it
but when this little angel clings onto his shoulder and seems to enjoy the ride across the rooftops, and is so darn sweet to ladybug (who smiles very big in return), adrien knows he can’t just get rid of this precious creature just like that!
one week, he tells himself. one week with this kitten and then he’ll find her a home
one week turns into three, and three turn into eight, and suddenly adrien’s got a cat of his own that he brings to every patrol and lets sleep on his chest every night while simultaneously doing his best to hide her from his father who probably already knows because let’s face it you dont just see a
€500 cat condo in your son’s amazon order history and think nothing of it…but hey he’s just glad his kid found something to keep him happy
so adrien has a cat. a cat who he invites all of his friends over to see, including marinette, who can almost swear she’s seen that kitten before, on someone else’s shoulders…but hey, it’s just a coincidence, right? lots of cats have similar markings!
(bonus points if adrien names the kitten Buginette/Bugaboo)
CastielXReader, ft. Sam and Dean Winchester
Word Count: 2200
A/N: Jealous!Cas with
a hint of Dom!Cas for extra spice. Public sex. Adult/NSFW/18+ readers only smut warning!!! A little fluffy,
because I don’t know how to write Castiel without the fluff. I am not ashamed of this.
laughter rose above all else – the din of bar conversation, the clinking of
glass, the sloshing of alcohol, and the classic rock humming on repeat from the
jukebox. It needled at the patient reserve of the angel isolated in a dimly lit
corner. Castiel’s steel-blue eyes smoldered – fixed on the raven-haired man in
a well-fitted suit situated at the bar – lids burdened with disdain.
hair flirtatiously tossed, teasingly dragging your lower lip through biting
teeth, fingers playing with the lapel of the man’s coat, you exuded virility.
pitch of your giggle pierced the seraph more painfully than any angel blade
could – fuel to the flame, his fiery gaze flared, the wrath directed towards
this stranger barely contained in tightly wound muscles primed to snap. Cas
observed you dance this dance before – the choreography a festering lesion seared
into his memory. Next, you would excuse yourself on some pretext to reapply
needless makeup and straighten already perfectly mussed hair. Upon returning,
you would whisper an offer meant only for the stranger’s ears, yet also perceived
by angelic ones – an invitation to call it a night and join you in your motel
room. The rare evening such as this one, witnessing you escape the rigors of
the hunter life into a stranger’s arms, was nearly overwhelming. The angel seethed
with envy, longing for those words to be uttered from your honeyed lips – spoken
only for him. But you didn’t look at him that way, and never laughed so freely
when he spoke.
➵ genre: smut, fwb!au, slight fluff, brother’s best friend!au ➵ word count: 5.9k
The only girl Jungkook wants is the one he can never have.
The door to Jungkook’s home carelessly flew open and his lips were instantly pressed to yours. He swiftly closed the door behind you with his foot before pushing you against the wall. You melted into him as you coiled your arms around his neck, your lips finding his in a sweet, but intense kiss. His tongue tapped your lips for entrance and you let out a small moan of approval, causing him to grin as he broke the kiss, attacking every centimetre of exposed skin that he could find on your neck and jawline.
“God, dinner lasted forever,” you gasped breathlessly, letting your head fall back against the wall as he feathered kisses across your jawline, “And your little trick under the table almost got us caught.”
He pressed his erection into your lower stomach as he lowered his lips to your ear and his voice came out in a deep hiss. “I guess I just can’t resist you,” he spoke huskily, his tongue lightly brushing against your earlobe as he smirked and kissed your sweet spot behind your ear.
Your breath hitched in your throat, your lips parting slightly as you breathed out a moan and melted into him and the wall behind you. If his body hadn’t been pressed against yours, you knew you would’ve slid down the wall. He barely did anything to you and you already felt utterly wrecked. Your legs felt like jello and your breathing was heavy. You couldn’t think of something funny or sarcastic to say, so you focused on calming your pounding heart.
Pulling out your white blade, you twirled it around your fingers. “You are the one that has situated yourself in the middle of my mission demon.”
His eyes turned black, “I don’t take kindly to you halo bitches killing my kind.”
You pointed to your head with the tip of the blade, “Do you see a halo anywhere?” You walked toward the tall demon, “That’s a horrible stereotype. And I haven’t killed him… yet.”
“You’re a mouthy little thing,” he said, bringing out his own knife. “Don’t you have any idea who I am?”
You shook your head, running the tip of your blade over his cheek, “I don’t care who you are.”
With that, you moved to sink the knife in his neck. He was faster. He ducked away and knocked you off of your feet with his leg. You landed flat on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. His black boot came down to press on your chest.
“Oh little angel,” he said as he leaned down over you. “You have to be smarter than that. And actually, a bit faster.” Placing the tip of his knife under your chin, he tipped your face up, “Does the name Bucky ring a bell?”
Palming your knife, you slung your arm up with all your might and plugged it in his thigh. He yelled in pain. When his foot moved off your chest, you scrambled to your feet. Facing him, you knew you had screwed up.
“Fucking bitch!” he said as he grabbed for you.
You closed your eyes and willed yourself back up to heaven.
What greeted you was even scarier than what you had left on earth…
I had gotten a ton of requests for both centaur and deertaur, so as I started to write I got in a request for a poly relationship and a was struck by the divine inspiration. I really hope you guys enjoy and keep sending requests!
You and your mother lived alone in the woods, your home was always warm and cozy and your mother always had something delicious smelling cooking in the cauldron. But for some reason, people hated you. They called your mother a witch and a whore, and more than once when you two had to go to town they threw things at you.
“Don’t be afraid of them, baby,” your mother said. “They are weak. Do not hate them, for it will make you weak.”
You grew up wondering why people didn’t like your mother, she was the most wonderful person in the world. She was kind and beautiful, she could sing and do all sorts of amazing things. But no matter how amazing she was, people still hated her.
At least the centaurs liked you. They came to your home all the time. Your mother fed them and tended to their wounds. She gave them homemade balms and salves. She even tended to their hair. Sometimes she went away with a centaur for a while, but they always came back happier than when they left.
He doesn’t whisper them when he’s got his forehead pressed against Cas’ after a long kiss he knows, he knows, he needed more than air.
He doesn’t pant them out when his face is buried in his pillow, Cas’ hand between his shoulder blades keeping him there, while the angel slowly draws his hips away only to thrust back in deep and hard, exactly how he knows Dean likes it. How Dean needs it. He does it like he wants to give Dean everything.
When Dean trails kisses, wet, sloppy, meaningful kisses up Cas’ thigh, he doesn’t murmur the words against the soft skin beneath him.
Dean doesn’t even say them when they part ways for a while because he’s got a case to work or Cas has a lead to follow.
But just because Dean never says the words doesn’t mean he never tells Cas how he feels.
Whenever they kiss passionately, after they’ve touched foreheads long enough that Dean has caught his breath, he gives Cas this look and it’s nothing but adoration.
Dean sends Cas pictures of cute animals- no, of the cutest animals- which means he regularly takes the time to riffle through what the internet has to offer, curating a string of photos just for Cas.
When Cas fucks Dean from behind, Dean chants, You’re everything. You’re everything. Cas, please. You’re everything.
There’s a tab for the American Bee Association on Dean’s computer that’s perpetually open. He still hasn’t figured out if it’s even feasible to raise bees in the bunker.
When Dean spends so long kissing his body, every inch he can get his lips on, cheeks flushed prettily and lashes fluttering, that Cas feels like the rain to Dean’s drought, the message is loud and clear.
Dean’s grin is wider than Cas has ever seen in it the first time he makes peanut butter cookies. He grumpily states that chocolate chip is the right way to go but well, whatever. His smile lingers as long as the aroma of the baking does.
When they part ways temporarily, either because Dean needs to work a case, or Cas needs to work a lead, Dean’s hand, wherever it is on Cas, linger and squeezes. Pads of fingertips brush against exposed flesh, before pulling away.
There’s an angel sleeping soundly on Peter Parker’s shoulder, cheek against his sweater and hands intertwined with his despite the deep sleep you had fallen into in just five minutes of sitting beside him, slumped against the pale walls of the Midtown cafeteria. Maybe not an angel in the traditional sense, plush feathered wings with a glowing halo that shone like midmorning sunlight, but certainly angelic enough for him; sweet face, soft breathing, fluttering eyelashes and warm hands gripping his as if they’re your lifeline. Definitely an angel, he decides when you turn in your slumber to face him, your head drooping onto his sweater clad chest. He runs a soothing hand across your back, twisting the ends of your hair on his finger as gently as possible.
Ned makes his way over to the two of you and grins slightly, sliding down next to Peter and nudging him. Peter presses a finger to his lips when he looks toward Ned, then gestures down to your sleeping form. “Hey, you do the chem homework? I’m stuck on question eight,” Ned whispers, careful not to raise his voice the way he sometimes had a habit of doing so you could continue your nap on his best friend’s abdomen.
“Yeah, stayed up last night doing it, answer is the formula for density,” you mumble, your eyes cracking open as you offer Ned a small smile and stretch your arms out in front of you. You stay put in your position on your boyfriend, though, content with the way you felt whilst he held you in a protective embrace. Peter’s gaze feels lovely as he brushes a hand over your hair, eyebrows raised.
“You stayed up to do homework? You should get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up to him so he can examine the circle under your eyes that tint slightly darker with each passing day. “Homework can wait.”
“Nah, chem is important,” you reply, lying down across him so that your head is in his lap and you’re smiling up at him in that adoring way that makes a blush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears in two seconds flat. “Mind if I sleep a little more? You’re comfy.”
“It’s what I’m here for,” he replies, leaning down and kissing the end of your nose with a soft touch that makes you swoon, though you’re too exhausted to respond how you typically would had you been wide awake- with a flustered grin, cupping his rosy cheeks in your hands and pulling him toward you in order to kiss him again. But you can’t find the energy to sit back up, bringing your knees to your chest and closing your eyes instead. “An angel, right?” He breathes, beaming at Ned so wholeheartedly the other boy is practically obligated to grin back and nod a little. The tip of his finger ghosts over the outline of your lips and your eyebrows, a soft, reserved smile playing at his mouth. “Should really be getting some sleep outside of school, though,” he sighs, taking his phone out of his pocket to check the time. Three minutes till next bell. Peter shakes your shoulder lightly. “C’mon, babe. You can nap at my apartment later. May’ll drive you home. I don’t want you falling asleep on the train and getting mugged during rush hour.” There’s a mumbled protest that befalls from your slightly parted lips, but you get to your feet and then pull Peter to his, trudging off with your boys toward Spanish class.
You fall asleep against him on the train again, though not for long because he makes sure you stay awake long enough to transfer to the F and then walk to his apartment. There’s a brief second where he has to shake you awake in the elevator, because you’d fall asleep anywhere and everywhere if Peter wasn’t there to help you out. Then you greet May in the apartment he lives in on the seventh floor, give her a hug and a smile and a rundown of your school day before Peter opens the door to his bedroom and tells you to get some rest. You’re dozing off without even realizing it, once again on his shoulder but this time swaddled in a sweatshirt that he knows he’ll probably never get back once you leave with it. He doesn’t even mind. Peter gives you a kiss on the side of your head and wraps his arms around your waist.
There’s something so lovely and profound and beautiful about sleeping with someone in the most innocent of ways, without the physical translation of the act the way it’s used today. It’s caring, nurturing. He adores it. He’s sure that he could sleep that way, his head atop yours and a peaceful smile adorning his pretty face, for the rest of his life. He’s got time for that, though. You both do. “My only angel,” he hums, kissing your pouted lips quickly. You pull him back down for another one when he moves his mouth away. “Get some rest,” he reiterates. “May will let you stay over if you take the top bunk, okay? Just sleep, Y/N.” Your lean into his side, knees to your chest and a hand wrapped in his, and you sleep. Angelic as ever, he thinks. And he is so, so lucky.
He needs her more than anything else; he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth along his shoulders. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her.
Illuminate series, Pt. I, Pt. II Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character Rating: Explicit Words: 1898
They tumble through the hotel room door, his palm swiftly pushing it shut behind their entangled bodies. Her hands wander up his chest and her arms find their way around his neck, a magnetic force drawing her to him. Their lips detach from one another’s during brief moments when both of them push their jackets off their shoulders and remove their shoes in a hurry. He pulls her shirt over her head and her fingers work fast to unbutton his and removes it from his body while his hands move to cup her bottom.
Am I the only one who doesn’t think that Jack’s decision to “call” Cas comes from the idea that if he brings Cas back, then things with Dean will get fixed - I see it more as a call for help. Okay, maybe there’s a layer of “if his husband comes back Dean won’t be mad any longer”, but I don’t think that’s his primary motivation for calling out to Castiel.
Look at the part of Kelly’s video that got the most emphasis:
Jack probably realizes/assumes that those things are connected. He’s going to be amazing - thanks to the angel on his shoulder. He probably thinks that Castiel is a fundamental part in the positive outcome in his future.
When he was born, pretty much all he knew was that Castiel would protect him, because his mother had told him. Now the video reiterates the idea - he can be good, he can be amazing, but it’s possible that that outcome is inextricably connected to Castiel’s presence as his guardian.
Now, it’s possible that Dean’s feelings towards Cas’ loss contribute to Jack’s perception that Castiel’s presence is fundamental. Dean represents the perspective that Jack’s path cannot have a positive outcome, and apparently Castiel’s death fuels that perspective.
But also, Jack has just heard Dean and Sam’s discussion, and he starts doubting that Sam might be doing this in good faith or that he can help him in general. What if Dean is right about Sam’s motivations for helping him? Jack already feels that Dean’s opinions on him make sense, he already is not confident about what Sam tells him, and now the Winchesters’ conversation brings up that there are things Sam didn’t tell him…
So Jack assumes Castiel’s presence is fundamental for a positive outcome for himself, Jack needs Castiel to “be amazing”, especially as he starts to doubt that Sam may be of actual help of him. Now Dean’s speech brings Castiel’s importance back onto the table, reminds Jack of what Castiel means, and he tries to get his help, the help of the person his mother said could help.
Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Kevin Tran, Jo Harvelle, Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,219 Warnings: Language Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, possible explicit canon typical violence.
Freedom. That’s what it felt like when Dean hopped on his bike, and rode down the streets of Lawrence. Even the back roads. Especially the back roads. It didn’t matter if he was going 20 or 90. It was the wind that surrounded him, pushed through his hair, up and over his shoulders. It was the fact that as he rode, nothing else mattered. Not John or Bobby grooming him to take over the family business. Not Mary pestering him playfully that it was past time to find a woman. Not Jo pining after him like he was a goddamn football quarterback. Nothing. It was just him and his bike.
“My name is Keith. I am your guardian angel,” Keith says, drawing his shoulders up high. The shadows paint large wings upon the wall behind his back. “And I am here to tell you to stop being such a fucking trainwreck.”
Keith has a flawless record as a guardian angel. Lance is a walking disaster who hasn’t had a lucky day all his life. Keith will keep both Lance and his record alive if it kills him.
Requests from anons:
Hello! Can I get an imagine where Peter and Y/N are a couple but she doesn’t know he’s Spiderman, and she was on the ferry and he saved her before she could fall in the water, and she recognized it was him because of how he held her close and after that she didn’t talk to him for days and Peter got sick of it and stopped her on her way home and then she told him? Can it have a fluffy ending after the little “fight”? Sorry if its long, thanks
can u write an imagine where the reader is drowning and Spider-Man saves her?
Some Homecoming Spoilers I guess (I mean, it’s kind of just stuff from the trailer)
A/N: Lets pretend that his suit is water proof. Lowkey shitty ending. Sorry if your name is Angel
“You’ll see me back at school on Monday, Peter. I’ll be fine.” Y/N said with a smile as she held both of her boyfriend’s hands in front of her locker. Peter swayed their hands slightly side to side as he let out a sigh, “But do you have to go to Staten Island this weekend? You’re gonna miss our annual movie night. You never miss those!” She chuckled a bit, “I know, but my cousins just flew here and they’re all staying at my Aunt’s house on Staten Island.”
Peter dropped his head, looking at his shoes dramatically, “What am I gonna do without you, angel?!” Y/N laughed as she unlinked one of their hands to begin walking out of the school building. “You have Ned. Plus you’ve been swamped with the Stark Internship recently. That would keep your mind off of things.” She stated, feeling bad that she had to leave.
“Y-Yeah, you have a point.” He awkwardly said, scratching the back of his neck. Y/N smiled widely, turning to look him in the eye, “See, you’ll be fine without me.”
Being Spider-Man came with its perks. Saving the day was so rewarding, everyone knowing who you are, and being known as a hero. The cons, nobody knows who you are. Peter knew he shouldn’t tell anyone about his abilities, he couldn’t put the people he loved in (potential) danger. As much as he wanted to tell Y/N about his powers, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just throw that burden at her.
Y/N stepped onto the ferry that same day, pulling at her backpack straps. She walked up the stairs of the vehicle, leading to the highest level of the boat. She wanted to watch the waves move as the boat did. She stood there, leaning onto the cool, metal railing when the boat departed from the pier.
She looked over, after hearing a loud ruckus, to find a man with mechanical wings swooping into the bottom half of the ferry. “What the fuck?” Y/N muttered to herself but she was suddenly rocked when the boat shook. But the boat rocked more than normal. She looked towards the middle of the ferry, and saw that the middle was gone.
The boat had split in half. Y/N’s eyes widened as she ran to the front end of the boat where the man flew into, to see what had happened. The mechanical bird man flew up awfully close to her. Too close. As he flew over Y/N, one of the wings on his back had hit her, knocking her off of the ferry and into the ice cold water underneath.
She was already fully submerged in the water when Spider-Man webbed up the boat and Iron-Man pushed it together. Peter saw her body hit the water, seeing her quickly sink down as cars plowed towards her left and right. “Y/N!” He shouted before diving into the water, without a doubt in his mind, trying to find her.
Y/N was struggling as a car descended onto her body. Everything was just so shocking, and she had been under the water for so long. She had to breathe, so she did. Water filled her lungs, making her start thrashing around even more. Black spots greeted her vision before everything went pitch black. Peter swam as fast as he could over to her, grabbing her body, and dragging her to the surface.
Peter took a large breath of air when they met the oxygen above as he shot one of his webs towards the top of the ferry. He pulled himself on the web, getting closer to the ferry. They reached the edge and he placed her body lightly onto the boat before pulling himself up onto the spot next to her.
He looked at her chest to see that it wasn’t rising and falling like it should. Peter started freaking out even more than he already was. “Y/N! Y/N, come on!” He shouted as he started doing CPR. All of their happy memories together started flashes before his eyes.
“Just breath, damn it!” He shouted once more, breathlessly. As if she had heard him, she started coughing up water, making her turn on her side to make sure that the clear liquid was no longer in her lungs. Peter, or to Y/N Spider-Man, let out a breath of relief. He sat down on the floor, pulling Y/N towards him.
“Thank god you’re okay. I almost lost you.” He muttered quietly, holding her as close to him as he possibly could. Y/N sat there, on top of Spider-Man not knowing what to do. His voice was so comforting, almost familiar, making her want to stay there forever.
“What would I do without you, angel?” He whispered, cradling her head to his shoulder. Y/N sat there, remembering what her boyfriend had said just a few hours ago.
What am I gonna do without you, angel?
Her eyes went wide as everything came together. Peter always being hung up with his internship, brought to him by Tony Stark AKA Iron Man, Spider-Man’s comforting and soothing voice. A voice that she could never forget.
Her boyfriend, lovable, dorky Peter Parker, was the amazing, spectacular Spider-Man.
He picked her up gently, bringing her to a seat inside the ferry. He placed her down onto the white plastic, and he just stood there, looking at her. “I have to go,” Spider-Man stated quietly, running away, outside of the ferry and swinging back towards the city.
That weekend, Y/N didn’t go to Staten Island (for obvious reasons) and she avoided texts and calls from Peter, until he showed up at her doorstep on Sunday night.
“Y/N” he said breathlessly, pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I-I heard what happened on the news on Friday. I would’ve come sooner but I was just… I don’t know.” He said pulling away. She nodded her head, rubbing her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.
“Peter….we, we need to talk.” She said opening the door wider, indicating him to come inside. Confusion laced his features as they walked towards her bedroom.
Y/N sat down on her bed, letting out a large sigh, clutching the blankets underneath her. “What do we need to talk about?” Peter asked, standing a few feet away from her with crossed arms. She looked down, holding her head in her hand. “I….. I know you’re Spider-Man.”
His eyes went wide, he was so careful in keeping it a secret, well at least he thought. “What,” he laughed ,“I mean I wish, but I’m not Spi-” He was interrupted by Y/N.
“Please don’t lie to me Peter. I know the truth. It was you on Friday clad in those red and blue spandex.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He ruffled his hand through his hair, feeling awful because her tears where all his fault.
His eyes began to swell with tears just like hers did, “You almost died, Y/N. And it would’ve been my fault.” He brushed the tears off of his cheek, moving to sit next to Y/N.
“If you knew I was Spider-Man, people would’ve found out about how close we are. An-And I have so many enemies, I didn’t want one of them to hurt you.” He sniffled, not making any eye contact. Y/N nodded her head, understandingly.
“I don’t know what I would do with out you, angel.” He sobbed, leaning over her and nuzzling himself into her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around the middle of his back, rubbing a soothing hand up and down.
“You’d be completely lost.” Y/N said softly with a small smile on her face, kissing the top of Peter’s head lightly. Nothing was kept a secret between the two of them ever again.
Takes place right at the end of Season 6 when Cas becomes god and the author works from there making her own ending and story. This is such an incredible read and the author writes the whole thing like it’s a series of supernatural. Each chapter is basically you watching an episode of Supernatural. I’m not exaggerating when I say how so freaking in character everyone is. So damn in character. I’ve never read anything like it. And it’s beautiful. And so long. So very very long but satisfying. It’s a very slow-build for Dean and Cas in this. And while it is destiel, it’s not just about Dean and Cas. It’s about all of them. Sam, Cas, Bobby and Dean. It’s pretty much like watching supernatural with the bonus that Destiel becomes canon. Cannot emphasise how well-written it is. (Also if you’re interested, I have it on my Kindle as one giant mobi file, rather than downloading 42 chapters separately. So if you want the mobi file, just msg me with your e-mail address and i’ll send it to you :D)
Castiel is a slave widely regarded as unbreakable and unruly. Dean Winchester is a billionaire ending a five year long search to rescue him. They’ll both learn that peace can be the hardest thing in the world to find.
(I have a huge thing for fics where Dean rescues Cas from horrible situations and this story really gives that and it’s such a wonderful slow-burn as you read through Cas’s recovery and Dean being so patient. I adore this fic.)
Cas is a beleaguered public defender who gets the Winchesters as his next case and for the first time ever believes his clients are truly innocent. How could they not be? Dean, the older one So earnest and honest, so utterly protective of his younger brother, and Sam, so knowledgeable about the law and how it works, he helps Cas build their case. They win, of course, and Dean insists they all go out and celebrate.
Cas wakes up the next morning, bound and gagged in the backseat of the Impala as Dean looks over his shoulder and grins.“Morning Angel.”
Castiel Novak is an inmate at a labour camp. Life is brutal and no one ever gets out. Castiel’s only goal is to go unnoticed by the barbaric guards, and the violent inmates. Dean Winchester is a soldier without a purpose since the civil war ended. Dean accepts an assignment at a labour-camp, under the mentorship of Alistair, the Commander. From the start, Dean and Castiel are drawn to each other, and their relationship develops in a way that changes their lives. But Alistair has his own plans for Dean, and Castiel is a complication. When Alistair fails to separate them through threats and violence, he turns to manipulation; feeding Dean’s confusion about his feelings for Castiel, and goading him into a terrible act in order to break him. As Dean and Castiel try to fight back, they uncover secrets that are more far-reaching than they ever imagined. In such a dangerous world, can they ever be together? Can they even survive?
A dystopian, alternate-history (diverging after the Great Depression in 1933) AU, set in America in 1950.
When their Father cast them from Heaven, his Angels lost themselves in their grief. In 1424, they haunted the skies of citadels, as winged mercenaries turned animal, seeking bloodshed for a slight they no longer remembered. From Ardus, the central city of the kingdom, groups of soldiers took to the Roads to provide crucial supplies and transport amongst citadels. When Castiel, the last remaining Angel equipped with any sense of humanity, happened upon an attack to a Slayer’s party on the Road, he rescued the only survivor - Dean Winchester - and spared him from certain death. Under starry skies and the shadowy treetops of Ardus’ forest, the pair breached the boundaries of their relative humanity and divinity, discerning first friendship and then more, until, driven by love, Castiel was imprisoned by the Empress Lilith for the crime of animalism.
When the door to the tomb is opened, Dean is returned to him. Only Dean no longer knows him, and the year is 2013.
This must be some kind of horrible joke at Castiel’s expense. Is he truly expected to protect a King? One who has been their enemy for as long as he can remember? He is much more suited to being a part of the army, or at the very least someone who helps to train the knights. That would be far more preferred than having to watch over the King. It means Castiel would get to keep fighting – and that’s the only way he knows to give meaning to his life.
Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run. Frigging fantastic.
(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)
This is a serious must read. It’s absolutely beautiful.
“This came down to the fundamentally different ways they saw the situation. Bobby didn’t think angels should be mistreated, but he didn’t see them as equals and didn’t particularly have a problem with angels being kept as slaves. Dean wanted angels to be free and equal to humans, period.”
In which Dean works in angel rescue and Castiel is newly rescued angel with a painful past. _
I’m sorry I took forever to reply to this msg anon, but these are some good slow burns that you should definitely read!