it is now may fourth

Windows Between Worlds

May the Fourth Special Fic

DIDN’T I SAY I’D POST A FIC TODAY?! 

This one is set in @eirianerisdar‘s Syzygy verse, it was actually entirely her idea mentioned in an ask, but don’t consider this canon to the verse. I have her permission to write this, but it’s pretty much fanon for a fanfic XD. I hope you enjoy!! It’s been far too long since I sat and wrote some angsty stuff.

The middle of a war is the last place one would expect a miracle. Of course, one hardly expects miracles at all…not anymore.

Neither does Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master and General in the Clone Wars, aboard a star destroyer speeding through the galaxy in the arms of hyperspace.

Aching and weary, he slumps on the standard-issue bunk, robes caked with dust and blood that is a sickening mixture of his own and that of his troops, blinking eyes raw from grit. The battle was won…but at a high cost. Always a cost.

His mind stirs with the sensation of pain heavy in the Force, and Obi-Wan winces. He can’t meditate. Not now.

But he desperately needs a distraction, something to occupy his burdened mind. Obi-Wan brushes a hand across his stinging eyes, but pulls it back at the sight of the brilliant red and browning streaks crisscrossing the pitted white surface of his bracers, marring the Open Circle Fleet symbol he had painted himself.

“Well, that won’t do,” the Jedi murmurs, pretending his voice isn’t hoarse or trembling, trying for some small semblance of normalcy.

Bruises and back protest as he bends to reach the small pack at the foot of the bunk, carefully extricating a rag, a bowl, and a canteen of water. There are more efficient ways to clean armour, but the simplicity of the task holds a familiar comfort. So he carefully pours some water in the dish and dampens the cloth, swiping it over the red and yellow symbol on his right bracer in slow, deliberate strokes. The water in the bowl quickly turns crimson, and Obi-Wan closes his eyes, slowly exhaling through his nose. He will not think about it. Not now.

It won’t help anything if he breaks his heart any further.

A soft hiss-snap reverberates through the small quarters; not in terms of sound – the ripples in the Force wash over Obi-Wan, almost enthusiastically. Like a small child urging a sibling to Come, come and see!

He raises his head, blue eyes sweeping across the bare space. Obi-Wan’s gaze lands on the opposite wall, where the door should be, and he freezes, dumbstruck. Some sort of…hole? Portal? Has manifested across the narrow wall, obscuring the grey durasteel. Beyond lies what looks like living quarters – proper ones. A bit of a couch shows at the edge, and a window with a cluster of potted plants. Rain pounds silently against the windowpanes.

Minutes – or is it seconds? – pass, and still Obi-Wan doesn’t move. The Force seems to chuckle, as if it knows something to come.

When it happens, Obi-Wan lurches to his feet so abruptly the red-clouded water spills across the deckplates. In the anomaly, a man has just appeared – a man with a long mane of brown hair, and cerulean eyes in a kind face he knows far too well. A man who died in his arms over ten years ago.

Qui-Gon.

He can’t breathe. There’s a weight on his chest, pushing down until he feels he might crack and all his emotions and memories come flooding out in one great wave.

Is this real?

In the room, Qui-Gon’s lips are moving, but no sound penetrates the barrier between places. He’s dressed in non-Jedi garb, looking…younger. Comfortable.

Alive.

He turns, extending a hand, and says something else, head cocked playfully, eyes dancing with amusement.

And then she’s there too – Tahl. Tahl. Earthen hair loose down her back, she walks into view, taking his hand and pecking Qui-Gon on the lips.

Obi-Wan can’t remember moving, but now he’s standing before the opening, mouth agape, tears burning in his strained and blurred eyes. He raises a hand, afraid to touch it lest everything fall away, or he wake from a dream.

The surface of the window – for that’s what it is, a window – is smooth and somehow charged, shooting tingles up his fingers to his elbow and shoulder.

But it’s solid. Impenetrable.

He watches as the closest he ever had to a father and mother dance to a silent song, unheard notes, smiling – so close and yet so very far away.

A tear wells over and slides down his cheek.

Qui-Gon. Tahl.

And then the door slides open of its own accord, splintering the window between worlds into a thousand pieces that snap neatly out of existence, leaving Obi-Wan to fall to his knees, uncertain and hollow…

…but somehow reassured.

END

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That Wasn't Supposed to Fucking Happen!
What if it all wasn’t just subtext? Individual, subjective interpretation? What if we’re only seeing a fraction of what’s going on with the Winchesters? What would happen if we saw what was actually happening off-camera? Destiel might not technically “exist”, but that’s because the cameras haven’t captured it. Now that the fourth wall has been broken, subtext may become explicit text. Explicit being the operative word here. Season 12 Ongoing Fix It from 12x09 through 12x23.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: That Wasn’t Supposed to Fucking Happen!

Authors: @anyrei and @misspoogy (a.k.a. mugglerock)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic violence, language (clearly), and explicit sexual content

Summary: What if it all wasn’t just subtext? Individual, subjective interpretation? What if we’re only seeing a fraction of what’s going on with the Winchesters? What would happen if we saw what was actually happening off-camera?

Destiel might not technically “exist”, but that’s because the cameras haven’t captured it. Now that the fourth wall has been broken, subtext may become explicit text. Explicit being the operative word here.

Season 12 Ongoing Fix It from 12x09 through 12x23.

Notes: So, my destiel loving friends. Miss Any and I have been writing a season long fix it since the ninth episode of s12. This is an entirely cohesive fic that ties into established canon. We wrote each episode’s chapter within a week of it airing. And yes, we fixed that goddamn finale.

Love and squishy hugs! We hope you like it!

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Doctor Your Valeyard is Showing | Dark Doctor in New Who

↳ Amy’s Choice

Masterpost

Five Dimensions, or Dean’s Crusade: A Dance with Self Discovery
by anyrei, mugglerock

RATING: MATURE
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count: 26,077

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Summary:

What if you were able to see your life as it progressed in an alternate timeline? Would you find yourself grateful for what you have? Or would you be side swiped by the realization that you might not have it as good?

Dean Winchester couldn’t care about either possibility. None of that mattered as long as it helped him bring back his best friend. And that’s exactly the chance he’s going to get, with the help of a certain nephilim.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11225268

…. :::: :::: ….

That Wasn’t Supposed to Fucking Happen! 
by anyrei, mugglerock

RATING: EXPLICIT
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count: 66,535

(for more tags, see ao3)

Summary:
What if it all wasn’t just subtext? Individual, subjective interpretation? What if we’re only seeing a fraction of what’s going on with the Winchesters? What would happen if we saw what was actually happening off-camera?

Destiel might not technically “exist”, but that’s because the cameras haven’t captured it. Now that the fourth wall has been broken, subtext may become explicit text. Explicit being the operative word here.Season 12

Fix It from 12x09 through 12x23.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9517949

…. :::: :::: ….

To Build A Home
by anyrei, mugglerock

RATING: EXPLICIT
Warnings: None
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count: 53,119

(for more tags, see ao3)

Summary:
Dean Winchester had a quiet life. Quiet, but good. He had a great car, awesome parents, successful brother, and a beautiful house he built with his own two hands. Despite that, it had never felt like a home. And then, one day, he finds a naked man, lost and confused in the woods. How was he to know his life would never be the same again?

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9922235

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In A Mirror, Darkly
by anyrei, mugglerock

RATING: EXPLICIT
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count: 196,405

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Summary:

“Do you trust me, Dean?”

“You know I do,” Dean answered, his voice carrying resignation and sadness.

He knew Cas was right. This was the only way if he wanted to help save his brother. He had to do it, even though everything in him wanted to fight it. But he trusted Cas with his life. And now he was going to show him just how deep that trust ran.

Dean fell to his knees in front of the angel, bowing his head forward as he was fitted with the extraordinarily heavy collar. Castiel’s fingers caressed his skin when he closed the clasp of the sign of slavery; the symbol that gave Dean’s life over to the angel’s mercy. Dean suppressed the urge to close his eyes.

~

We know good people go to Heaven and bad people go to Hell, but where do the medium people go? Welcome to Limbo, a fourth plane of existence, ruled by angels and built upon the servitude of the humans enslaved to them.

While on a routine salt n’ burn, the Winchester boys encounter a garrison of angels. Sam ends up being taken to Limbo; leaving it up to his brother, Dean, and the angel, Castiel to infiltrate the plane in order to rescue him.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8761627

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Relax, Sunshine 
by anyrei, mugglerock

RATING: EXPLICIT
Warnings: None
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count: 18,207

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Summary:
What does a minor car crash, a scheming teenager, a relaxing spa weekend, and a picnic with ants have in common? The answer is a fluff ton of Destiel.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8912110

…. :::: :::: ….

One Missed Text
by anyrei, mugglerock

RATING: EXPLICIT
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count: 113,260

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Summary:
The Darkness was gone, the world had yet again been saved from obliteration, and for once it seemed as though everything might turn out alright. But things were never that easy for the Winchesters. Sam has been kidnapped, loved ones are returning from the dead, power-hungry bookworms are trying to take over the world, and Dean and Castiel struggle to understand what they mean to each other. Season 12 as presented through angst and emoticons.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7368283