fic: destiel

Okay so if you don’t know already, I love Doctor!Cas in destiel fics SO MUCH. Like I don’t even need to read the fic if it has doctor!cas in it, i’m already there XD. 

So here’s a list of the best/my favorite destiel fics with Doctor!Cas in them. I’ll update this from time to time when I find more fics :) (I track the doctor!cas tag on ao3 lol) All of these are AU and complete! 

Tagging: @deanscolette, @lostboycas, @seraphmisha, @rebmathegisher <3

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anonymous asked:

Hey there, I'm on a hunt for fic recs, and I wondered if you had anything. I have rather exacting standards and I feel like I've worked my way through what's out there. I like 'em long (20k+), canon!verse, case fic is best but domestic / bunker stuff works too. I've gone through tags and blogs but I feel like I've read pretty much everything already - who'd have thought I'd run out in this fandom! I'm hoping asking around will give me some things I haven't seen before. Also if you can (1/2)

(2/2) think of any other people to ask, who have extensive rec lists, that’d be great! I love the works of outpastthemoat, xylodemon, saltyfeathers, majorenglishesquire, imogenbynight, komodobits, peridium, mishcollin, and YOU of course, so anyone else at that level I haven’t heard of is great too. Also, an aside to say you’re beautiful and awesome and wonderful and even if you’re busy and can’t answer this, you and your codas have my undying love. <3

Holy shit what an amazing ask. I hope you don’t mind me taking a while to answer it; I’ve been thinking very hard and collecting links for you. Hello and thank you and I love you too, I cannot believe that you included me among such legendary talent <3

I do have a fic rec page on my blog, so you can start there if you want. Those guys you listed are some of MY favorite authors as well, so I can’t promise you’ll find anything new on my list, but our tastes seem pretty similar and who knows! Fair warning: most of my recs are AU fics, I think. But @almaasi​ does have a lengthy canon!verse fic rec list here (larger fic rec page including AUs available here). Many of them are shorter than what you’re looking for, but take a gander and see what you think!

I noticed you hadn’t included robotmango/orange_crushed in your list. Orange collaborated with majorenglish on PWP and wrote an incredible thing with mishcollin and major as well. Mostly shorter things but they’re incredibly well written. One of my very first faves in the world of fan fiction <3 Check out that stuff here.

You also did not include domesticadventures, which, how? One of the best coda writers in the fandom up there with xylodemon, and still active in the SPN fandom/canon!verse. Check it out. clockworkrobots/dirtyovercoat(s) isn’t as active in the SPN fandom anymore, but also wrote a lot of codas for old seasons and some excellent canon work. Find that work here or here. They also set up an excellently marked fic rec page, which I spent literal hours on once upon a time.

But I’m running into this problem too actually, where I feel like I’m running out of good stuff to read. So don’t feel bad or strange about thinking that - it’s more common than you think! Trolling the AO3 listings with filters on is a good way to alleviate boredom day to day. And rereading old favorites :)

Hope this helped a little! Friends, comment on this post if you have other good recs for this lovely anon <3

Joy burning bright

Also on AO3

The sea plane is banana yellow, a colorful smudge against the horizon. Dean shades his eyes and squints at it, tracking its flight against the cerulean sky. His stomach does a complicated set of sympathetic loop-de-loops as he watches its progress. He presses the phone to his ear and takes a deep, calming breath. It’ll be fine.

“So you told him there was a case?” Sam sounds amused and Dean imagines him leaning back in a library chair and grinning at the phone – which he’s undoubtably holding a few inches from his chin. God forbid a phone should touch his ridiculously long hair.

“Yep.” The sand is hot so Dean burrows his toes under the surface to the cooler layer beneath. “Told him there was a ghost haunting that plane. And I can’t check it out because…”

“Flying bad.” Sam chuckles. “Was he excited?”

“Trying not to show it.” Dean grins and wiggles his toes out of the sand, then tunnels them back in again. “Smiled like an idiot when he got on the stupid thing.”

“So what’ll you tell him when he lands and there’s no ghost?”

Dean shrugs. “Turns out it was just an urban legend. Worth checking out anyway. Blah blah blah. Gotta be thorough.”

Sam snorts. “Right. You really think he’ll fall for that.”

“Please. I’m the best liar.”

“Uh huh.”

“My talent for lying is unparalleled.” Dean picks up the daiquiri he’s nestled into the sand and takes a long, cool sip. The drink is fruity and overly sweet and freezes his throat when he swallows it down. It’s fucking perfect. It took a whole hell of a lot of credit card fraud and a tiny bit of blackmail, but he’s managed to put together a damn fine trip, if he does say so himself. He shades his eyes again. Does that speck of yellow look bigger? “Listen, Sam. Looks like they’re heading back. I’m gonna go meet the plane.”

“Tell Cas I said ‘hi’.”

“Will do. See ya next week, man.” Dean ends the call and drops his sunglasses back onto his nose before scooping up his drink and heading back towards the bay. After Cas lands maybe they’ll do dinner. Or maybe they’ll just go for a walk up to the sea cliff again. His feet slide and shift in the sand and a light breeze paints salty spray onto his legs. He finishes the drink as he nears the resort, drops it on one of the cabana stands, and picks up the pace. The plane flies lower as it approaches the bay, nose slightly up as it prepares to land. His gut doesn’t settle until the pontoons land safely on the water and the plane trundles towards the shore.

When Cas jumps from the plane onto the dock Dean is there waiting. He rocks back on his heels, faux-casual with his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his shorts. Cas looks like he’s just been soaking in sunshine. There’s so much joy rolling off of you, Dean thinks, I gotta wear shades. He smiles to himself and says instead, “So? Any luck?”

Cas scratches at his neck and crinkles his nose, turning to look back at the plane. “No, I detected no spirits.”

“Huh. Well, probably just a story the locals drummed up for business.” Dean shrugs. “Worth checking out just to be sure.”

Cas nods solemnly, though his eyes still crease at the corners. “Of course.”

“You have fun at least?”

“Oh yes.” Cas steps a little closer and tugs at Dean’s elbow. Dean takes the hint and pulls his hand from his pocket, offering it up to Cas.

“Well. Shall we?”

Cas intertwines their fingers and together they walk off the dock, palms and shoulders warm where they touch. They stroll casually back towards the resort, back towards the beach. The island is gorgeous this time of day, the sun catching the trees and the distant mountain just right to bathe them in supersaturated emerald and teak. It’s a last hurrah before the sun sets. Dean sighs and pulls away his hand so he can wind his arm around Cas’s narrow waist instead. He twists his fingers in his old Metallica t-shirt (which looks fucking good on Cas) and asks, “What do you feel like doing now?”

“Hmm.” Cas snakes his arm around Dean and pulls him closer. “I think the word you’re looking for is 'who’.”

Dean barks a laugh. “You cheesy fuck.” Their legs tangle and Dean swings them to a stop, leaning in to taste Cas’s lips. Cas melts into the kiss, one warm hand spread wide between Dean’s shoulders, his body pressing in.

When they pull away, Cas runs his tongue between his teeth. “You taste like strawberries. I like it.”

“Yeah, you do.” Dean nabs one more quick kiss before stepping back a little and drinking him in. Cas stands in front of him, lips parted, looking well fucked already from the plane ride messing up his hair. Okay. Room service, it is. He grins and takes Cas’s hand again, tugging him towards the bungalows tucked behind the resort proper. Cas follows him.

When they get inside their room Dean heads straight for the bed but Cas pulls him back. “Wait.”

“I thought you said you wanted–” Dean takes a look at Cas and freezes at his suddenly serious face. “What’s wrong?”

Cas lifts his fingers to gently trace along Dean’s cheek, before brushing back again to slide into his hair. He holds him steady and stares until Dean begins to shift uncomfortably. Finally, he says in a low voice. “There was no ghost.”

“Yeah, I know, I–”

“The flight was wonderful. Fast and wild, the wind raking at my skin. My hair. Scouring tears from my eyes so it hurt to see sometimes.” He presses his forehead to Dean’s. “Thank you for that. Thank you for…for everything.” Cas’s breath ghosts along Dean’s lips, feather light. “I know you don’t like flying. But tonight I’m gonna make you feel what I feel when I fly.”

Dean tries to crack a joke. Old habits die hard, after all. But Cas overtakes him, a whirlwind tied into a fragile human shell. He surrounds and fills Dean, relentless and hard and gentle as the ocean.

The sun sets and the stars wheel over the bungalow on the windswept beach. Joy cracks Dean open until he feels as bright as angel light. The bungalow would be a tiny thing from the air but, with the two of them in it, Dean imagines it as a lighthouse beacon burning against the shadowed ground. He hums, exhausted and utterly sated, then picks up Castiel’s hand with his own so their wedding rings roll together. “Love you.”

Cas tightens his grip. “And I you.”

The ocean’s steady pulse lulls Dean to sleep and he dreams that night of flying. For once, he’s not afraid.

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Tol and Smol things

the tol randomly lifting the smol and putting them down somewhere else like people do with babies and the smol being so confused like “why??????”

the smol being the perfect height for surprise tickle attacks because no one looks down so no one sees them coming

the tol using the smol as an armrest and the smol acts annoyed but secretly loves it

the smol just burrowing into the tol’s shoulder/chest when they hug and the tol resting their chin on the top of the smol’s head

the smol hiding behind the tol and literally no one can see them because they’re so smol or because the tol is so tol

the smol being a tiny little ball of energy and rage and constantly jumping around and threatening to fight people 

the tol being the one who has to calm down the smol and apologize when the smol says “fite me” to that five year old who took the last box of lucky charms in the store 

the tol giving the smol piggyback rides

the smol running full speed at the tol and barrelling into them but only succeeding in bouncing off because they’re so smol

the smol being the big spoon and the tol being the little spoon sometimes

the tol puts all the things on the top shelf so that the smol has to jump to reach them

the smol retaliating by putting all the things on the bottom shelf so the tol has to bend over or kneel on the floor to reach them

the smol having a huge ass dog like a saint bernard or a wolfhound or something big enough to ride

the tol having a fucking chihuahua

  • Me when I'm not home: omfg I have so much to do when I get home, and so many essays to write not to mention all the studying I have
  • Me when I get home: oh cool 115k word fic, lets read it all in one sitting
AUs no one asked for
  •  I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
  • I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
  • The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
  • (or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
  • You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
  • We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
  • I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
*every destiel fic ever*
  • Dean: I'm so straight
  • Dean: such a ladies man. so many girls. look, boobs
  • Dean: a big hetero hello to all of you
  • Sam: *rolls eyes*
  • Castiel: *enters scene*
  • Dean: ohhh look at them eyes, look at them lips. hot damn
  • Dean: I'm not gay. what kind of sorcery?
  • Castiel: *glances at Dean*
  • Dean: *cheeks turn red*
  • Castiel: *approaches Dean*
  • Dean: *internal existential crisis*
  • Castiel: "hello"
  • Dean: *ends up being such a needy bottom*

Me in the shower: *Thinks up extremely complicated and amazing personality for character*

Me in math class: *Comes up with unique yet not too outlandish names for characters*

Me at cram school: *Comes up with tragic backstory for characters*

Me when I’m supposed to be sleeping: *Comes up with plot twists, complicated relationship problems and fun and awesome scenes/dialogue*

Me in front of the computer: wut r wurds

au where cas is colorblind and experiences pure color for the first time (‘with these cool glasses, cas, i saw them online’ 'im not sure about that dean’), and is fascinated by the blue sky, the red cars and berries, the golden sunlight but most of all he’s fascinated by green

his heart tightens as he sees all the colors the leaves can be, and he doesn’t understand how people can just step on grass so green and alive… he’s already tearing up until he turns around and sees a happy, beaming face and twinkling eyes with the most gorgeous array of green and gold he’ll ever see.

weak-kneed, cas takes a few steps forward, cupping dean’s face in his hands. dean looks surprised, blushes, and sam observes with a shocked smile once cas whispers a choked, shaking, “dean… your eyes.”

What FanFiction and AO3 need is a “suggested story” list. When you finish one fic you really liked and you now need to fill the void, you just click on the option and find a similar one.