No sooner than Cas and Dean start to feel comfortable but life throws them another twist - but at least it’s a good one. It’s about time…
Story Summary: Cas finally has what he’s been working towards for years and though clubs aren’t really his scene he allows Gabe to take him out to celebrate. It was wonderful. Meeting his true mate, connecting the way they had and now he’s on cloud nine. If only Dean hadn’t needed to rush off to rescue a friend before they could properly exchange contact information.
Still, Cas is floating high when he enlists his brothers help to find Dean. After all, he found his true mate once by sheer luck. How hard can it be to find him now that he’s looking?
A week later, on his first day of teaching, Cas is horrified to discover Dean’s his student at the local high school and everything comes crashing down on him.
Even trying to do the right thing doesn’t do any good when all the dominoes in Cas life start tipping over.
All because he met his True Mate a couple of years too soon.
Here’s part 1 if you missed it. Again, operating on slight modern au. I don’t know if anyone else in the world does Zoo Lights but Calgary does, so that’s where I pulled that from for Fareeha.
McCree • Three words: personal sleight rides. McCree is the kind of guy that has horses and a two-person sleight just for occasions like this. What do I mean? You guys pack enough supplies for a month and he drives you to a cabin up in the frozen north away from the stresses of the city. The Northern Lights streak the sky every night, you’re roasting marshmallows in the dark, and the bed is always warm because the warm fireplace is always lit. • To pass time, McCree teaches you how to shoot and evade capture under the guise of an extended Nerf gun fight in the woods. • His aim with a snowball is terrifying, please don’t let him use Deadeye. • Sharing the bathtub is something you both insist on to not waste water. Yep, completely, no ulterior motives there, right? • He always has nicknames for you and “sugarplum” is most prominent when the snows on the ground. • There are days when the two of you just lie in bed together talking, he’s got his arms around you and his head rests atop yours. You hear the beat of his heart and his rumbling laughter when you start tickling him. • You’re both closer when you get home, and you’re both ready to challenge Hanzo and Genji to a massive snowball fight that draws everyone in the entire neighbourhood. You’re the one that actually gets sick, and McCree is all but ready to nurse you back to health.
Fareeha • She loves spending the day with you, not necessarily doing anything, because the hustle and bustle of Christmas has everyone else in a frenzy. • She doesn’t personally celebrate the holiday but the two of you do exchange gifts on Christmas Eve. Your house is where Christmas dinner is held, everyone invited, and Fareeha enjoys it purely because of the family atmosphere, not because of the religious implications. • She does camp out on the rooftop and throw snowballs at you when you get home. • Fareeha likes the snow but the cold is the main issue, she’s used to hotter climates which is why you’ve given her a toque, mittens, and scarf (Mommy Amari approves of this type of courtship). • Going to Zoo Lights is probably her favourite thing in the entire world during Christmas. The zoo transforms into a myriad of multi-coloured light displays for a week – glowing silhouettes of gorillas and dinosaurs, tall tropical trees made of yellow and green lights. It’s cold and dark but you packed a thermos of hot chocolate and you’re holding her hand so she doesn’t mind. • The two of you hold a movie night with the gang and watch every Christmas movie you can find, even the really poorly made ones. Cricket on the Hearth, Fareeha declares, is one of the weirdest cartoons she’s ever seen with its poor animation and weird musical breaks. A crow made a contract kill on a cricket and then got shot during a bad deal, what is this? • Snow angels are a must, because Fareeha is an angel and she blushes whenever you tell her that.
Tracer • Ever seen Tracer skate? It’s horrendous. She wants to go fast immediately but always loses her balance. You’re sorely tempted to just drag a chair with you whenever you guys go skating but you decide against it. You have her place her hands on your shoulders and skate in front of her, telling her to match your strides. • It takes a while but eventually you’re gliding around the rink in unison, she lets go of you and slides up beside you grinning like a dork. • Watching her eyes light up while decorating the Christmas tree tugs at your heart strings every time. There’s a lot of homemade ornaments on your tree, dating back years from when you were both young. You get different colours of candy canes to hang on the tree, and string popcorn around it because Tracer thinks its neat. • There’s mistletoe in your house but it keeps moving, so Tracer always manages to steal kisses from you at any given time. Not that you mind. • You too string mistletoe anywhere you can and film the results of strangers and friends meeting up. If you reveal the clip of Jack and Gabe in the garage, your fates are sealed. • Tracer also makes good doing several things for the Make-A-Wish Foundation, she thinks she losing her accent from saying her catchphrase so many times. • Watching the Doctor Who Christmas specials is a tradition and you are not missing out.
Hanzo • Hanzo’s childhood was lessons in manipulation and deception, a bodily study of what hurt most, it was order and restriction. Snowball fights are completely out of his league. Sure, he understands the principle but he treats the game like a duel, all about winning and taking down opponents instead of the visceral joy of smacking snow into each other’s faces. • He doesn’t attack you very often because he has a strong arm so you use this to your utmost advantage, shovelling snow down his shirt when he least expects it. He whirls. Were you not allies? What is this? …Of course Genji is laughing, a coup perhaps? • “Loosen up, Shimada.” You hurl a handful of snow into his face. • This is a challenge. Watch out. He gathers armful of snow and smashes into you, the snow cold and soaking through your sweater. His beard tickles your neck; you’re laughing at the all the emotions coursing through you because of the pouncing dragon. • He understands it then, not even bothered when you retaliate by rolling him over and trying to bury him under the snow. He does not resist, startled and in awe of your laughter. Everyone else just kind of watches because there’s a very strange sound coming from Hanzo that someone might call laughing. Genji hasn’t heard his brother laugh in so long he almost forgets how good it sounds. So naturally he joins. • Hanzo has one hell of a cold afterwards but you don’t mind looking after him. Neither does he.
Mei • She has a love-hate relationship with the cold. On one hand, she so loves building snowmen but he really does not want to get sick so she doesn’t spend a lot of time outside. She also was in cryo for a while, which has its own issues. • She wants to try out all the Christmas goodies with you, doesn’t like gingerbread though, tastes funny to her. • Cuddle in front of the fire with Mei, she loves the heat of the flames in front, and you hugging her from behind. • Totally watches Frozen with you a couple of times, really likes the idea of a living snowman. • Santa Claus is Coming to Town is one of her favourite movies purely because of the Winter Warlock. The Year Without a Santa Claus is a close second because of Snow Miser. • Best. Ice Castle. Ever. Russia is jealous. • She is your Little Blue Marshmallow.
Torbjorn • Ironically, he humours Reinhardt by being head elf for the mall’s Santa Claus display. He was Santa for a while but people kept remarking how short he was so he stopped. • Helps give out toys at children’s hospitals and orphanages. • He makes a lot of toys himself, really simple things like trains and animals but they’re painted by hand and the details are very intricate. He’s made a few copies of some of the toys from the Island of Misfit Toys, some are given away and other are put up for auction with the money going to charity. • Your gift is handmade too, don’t worry. But he keeps it hidden until Christmas morning to give it to you. • When shops have the audacity to play Christmas music in November, he starts singing loudly and annoyingly until staff have to turn it off. People have no respect, he says. • Alternately, when Christmas movies start playing in November, he sends strongly worded letters or emails to the stations taking part – don’t play Christmas Shoes at all, that movie is terrible. • This is the one part of the year where no one calls him a dwarf. They just call him a very angry elf; he’s trying not to take it personally.
Symmetra • Doesn’t celebrate Christmas so you two avoid the crowds and crazy mall situations. • She’s mostly working during the holidays so you make a point of taking her out for lunch to get her out of the office. You’re the one who fills the space because she’s uncomfortable talking about herself. But this new project at Vishkar is super interesting and she’ll go on for hours. • She doesn’t really stare at you while saying this but you don’t mind, she’s so excited in her own subdued way. She wonders if she’s got something on her face because you haven’t stopped staring at her. • If you do want decorate for Christmas, she takes over it entirely. It’s very organized and she takes nearly half the day making everything perfect, and everyone who comes over says it looks great. • Doesn’t really do the whole Christmas dinner thing, she’ll stay for most of it but needs time to herself. • She attends her company’s Christmas party out of habit, you tag along and mingle with everyone as she observes from a distance which suits her just fine. • You snag a kiss under the mistletoe and that baffles her – why would a plant dictate when people should kiss each other? You make a mental note to explain it to her later.
D. Va • Snow Gremlin. This rascal likes nothing more than to infuriate her family with really harmless snow related pranks. Dad 76 has locked the snow blower in the shed with several different locks and passcodes but she keeps getting in. • Because she’s under no obligation to go out, she does amp up her gaming habits and sends you out for food regularly. That allows you to get her presents and hide them. • Don’t bake anything at home, she’s going to eat it and be coy about it. • How she gets your present, you don’t know, but it is there under the tree. • She loves a good Christmas tree, live streams putting it up for her followers to see. • She, Mei, and Reinhardt are in an unofficial battle of the best snow fort. • When she does sleep, her legs are tangled in yours and her arms are around your waist.
Bastion • Bastion kind of hibernates during winter, he’s an older unit so he can’t regulate body heat well. • If he doesn’t hibernate, he chills in the basement with a bunch of blankets and any small animals that were abandoned or couldn’t escape south. • It’s a bit of a hassle to have all these animals but Bastion keeps it under control – a minimum of three birds, a squirrel, and a two female rabbits. • You decorate the basement and also craft a couple of beds for all the animals but they mostly sleep with Bastion. • When spring comes, Bastion lets his little friends go and they stay within the neighbourhood and raise their families near the house. • Bastion watches the first snowfall and makes happy chirping sounds, you make sure to play a bunch of Christmas movies for him. • Snow globes, he loves them.
Zenyatta • Does a lot of work with the homeless and less fortunate, you follow in case he gets himself in trouble with anti-omnic people. • Zenyatta is very familiar with snowball fights and ensures you that victory will be his regardless of your actions. Having a few more arms certainly helps. Cheater. • Christmas shopping is stressful so Zenyatta makes sure to give you plenty of attention afterwards, massage with more arms are very, very nice. • He can regulate his body heat but you still have him wear woolly sweaters, totally has a few of Soldier 76’s Christmas sweaters. He makes them look adorable. • Actually tolerates Christmas carollers. • If you can get out of the city, Zenyatta really likes the Northern Lights. • But really, snowball fights? Zenyatta is amazing.
Ana Amari • Like her daughter, she doesn’t really celebrate Christmas but you still go shopping for presents for everyone. • You help clean up the neighbourhood of snow and then engage in friendly snowball fights. You build tall snowmen in the front yard to hide behind when everyone else starts slinging snow. • Christmas parties are fun because the two of you dance the night away. • Ana supervises hockey games and snowball fights, ready with a first aid kit – she see’s what Gabe is doing with the snowballs and scolds him plenty. • You two go skating a couple of times in a small frozen pond in the woods, she sometimes goes hunting to keep her aim accurate. • Most times she’s just content to sit with you in front of fire, content with the peace and quiet and having you near her. • When everyone is waking up to open presents, she lays with you as the snow falls, hair unbound and lips grazing your temple.
a/n: i wrote this today for julystorms for her birthday!! technically it’s tomorrow, but i was really on a roll with this! i hope y'all enjoy it (even though it’s a little darker than i thought it would be lol)!
Levi Ackerman is exactly two years, eight months, and eleven days old when Hanji Zoe is born. His mother and hers are friends; or, at least as friendly as Mrs. Ackerman is towards anyone. She wakes him up at four in the morning to go to the hospital. Apparently it’s important for the two year old to meet a newborn.
(Levi’s mom doesn’t make the best parenting choices.)
The hospital is cold when they get there and Levi cries. He can barely toddle through the stark white halls on his own, but his mother carries an array of balloons, so he’s left to try and keep up with her. At some point, a few feet from the door to Mrs. Zoe’s room, Levi lets out a little wail. His mom doesn’t pay attention.
(She doesn’t notice him a lot.)
He makes it into the hospital room only to find a sleeping woman and a sleeping baby. Hanji, his mother says, is the baby’s name. It’s weird–his little mouth can’t make the right sounds, so he just peers up at her and whispers, “Hi, Han-y.”
Because I couldn’t just stop at one Drunken Kisses fic, and because @sherlocks-freebitch is a wretched enabler, here’s another, decidedly more porny submission for the #DrunkenKissesChallenge. Have some post-A Great and Gruesome Height, unrepentant fluffy Hannigram PWP… (Also on AO3)
Hannibal’s out getting the ingredients for a stuffed loin roast,
and Will’s gotten better at picking wines, but he still has no idea
whether Hannibal would prefer Chianti, Rioja, or Cab Sauv, so he just
brings them all up from the cellar.
Then, of course, he figures he should let them breathe, or
whatever. He picks the most likely, or maybe it’s just that he likes the
label for the Cabernet, with a woman in a toga holding up a bunch of
grapes like she’s offering a toast.
The cork smells of cigars and vanilla when he opens it, and Will
pours himself a small glass. It’s silky smooth and chocolatey on the
palate, and he pours a little more. By the time Hannibal arrives home,
he’s halfway through the bottle.
Will meets him at the door with arms thrown around his neck, face
in his throat, and a rumbling hum of greeting. “Welcome home.”
“Indeed.” Hannibal is indulgently amused, maneuvering Will under
one arm to lay down the groceries. When his eyes light on the wine
bottle, he says, “I see I have some catching up to do.”
Will dutifully fills Hannibal’s glass, and tops his own off, both
quite generous pours. “I thought it would go well with dinner.”
“And indeed it would have,” Hannibal grins, when Will clinks the
crystal together. “Though the Viña el Pisón will go quite nicely.”
Will hoists himself up on the countertop to watch as Hannibal
scrubs down the potatoes, skins them, and begins to slice them in thin
sticks. “Are you making fries?” His incredulous tone is pitched a bit higher than usual. He’s blaming it on the wine.
“They’re pomme frites,” Hannibal says, unruffled, and takes a long sip of his wine.
“Fries.” Will grins and leans in to hiss the word in Hannibal’s ear.
Hannibal swats at him with the flat of his knife and goes back to
work. “Can I trust you to prepare the spinach without maiming yourself?”
“Maaaaaybe.” Will hops off the counter, busking his cheek against
Hannibal’s as he passes. “I’m not sure the finished product is going to
be up to your standards, but…”
Despite his concerns, the spinach turns out fine. Not as pretty as
Hannibal would have done it, but it still tastes amazing, with the
onion and butter and heavy cream. The pomme frites crispy and carmalised in honey tossed in at the last minute.
True to his word, Hannibal has done is best attain Will’s level of
intoxication, finishing the rest of the Cab Sauv in one huge glass
while they prepare dinner, then starting in on the Rioja. Whether it’s
because he’s feeling pleasantly buzzed or it’s just a good pairing, it
tastes amazing with the tenderloin. It’s berry sweet with an oaky spice,
and mineral tang that cuts through the richness of the meal.
Will can’t stop drinking it, great mouthfuls after every bite,
moaning in pleasure. He catches Hannibal smiling absently at him,
looking thoroughly smitten, and blushes at his plate, snapping, “What?”
“Just look at how far you’ve come, from the man who showed up at a
dinner party with the most expensive bottle of wine he could find,
labouring under the misapprehension that exorbitant cost was indicative
Will flips him off and mutters blow me around his mouthful of tenderloin.
Hannibal gives him a look of smouldering promise and continues on,
“And now, selecting three excellent pairings for this evening’s meal.”
“Did I?” Will asks, leaning towards the island, chair tipped
precariously as he snags the final bottle. “Guess I’ll just have to
taste for myself.”
Peppery and faintly acidic, the chianti brings out a whole
different flavour profile, enhancing the herbs Hannibal used to season
the tenderloin and a lingering floral note. Or maybe he’s just drunk. He
laughs once and at Hannibal’s smitten and slightly unfocussed smile,
dissolves into giggles.
Will gets to his feet, taking both Hannibal’s hands in his own and
pulling him to his feet. “And look how far you’ve come,” he says,
“getting drunk on three bottles of your precious wine collection like
throwing back shots.”
“A small price to pay, for your happiness.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re such a sap,” Will says, but he’s grinning.
Out of all the ridiculous gestures Hannibal has made, three bottles of
wine is easily the least of them, the most mundane, and still it warms
Will to the tips of his toes.
“The dishes,” Hannibal protests, when Will leads him into the
living room. His iPod has been playing all night, louder here close to
the speakers. It’s some grandiose folksie, indie thing with strings and
trumpets, and Will doesn’t think it’s in English, but he can’t say for
sure the way the vocalist just mumbles through the lyrics.
But it’s nice, slow and soothing with a sort of irrepressible,
incongruous cheerfulness to it, and Will’s feeling magnanimous tonight,
so he doesn’t give Hannibal any shit over his pretentious taste in music
“I’ll take care of them in the morning,” Will says. He steps
closer, bringing Hannibal’s arms around his waist and lifting his own to
drape them over Hannibal’s shoulders. Hannibal catches on quickly, arms
tightening until there’s no space left between them, Will’s head rested
on his chest as they begin to move together in a slow, shuffling turn
around the room.
Is it possible they’ve never done this before? Will considers what
pleasure it would bring Hannibal to dress him up in one of his fancy
suits and parade him around the dance floor. What once might have
terrified him now makes him smile in pleasant anticipation–not for the
pleasure he’ll get from it, but that which Hannibal will.
Will sighs and relaxes into Hannibal’s hold as the song changes.
Hannibal makes no effort to change the pace of their meandering dance
and Will loses himself in the rhythm of it, in time with the
alcohol-sluggish beat of his heart.
The diffused light and the dreamy music along with the wine makes
him feel like they’re floating. Beneath his cheek, Hannibal’s chest
rises and falls. Will slides his hands up into the long hair at the back
of his neck, lifting his head as his fingertips press gently against
the base of Hannibal’s skull, urging him down.
They meet in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Hannibal’s lips are slick
and taste of honey and the dark pit fruits of the wine. He sucks Will’s
bottom lip between his own, teeth snagging on the sensitive skin of the
inside, tingling hot from the pain. Will sweeps his own tongue across
the same spot to keep the sharp edge of it.
I think my biggest thought after last night is "I need to see all of these people work this shit out."
I need to see them hit rock bottom, scrape up stone, and then get up and keep going. I need to know that where they are now doesn’t have to be it. Doesn’t have to be the end. I need to see fear conquered.
Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner… Last year I watched this with my daddy. One of his favourites and now one of mine. I fell in love with Sidney Poitier at the age of 14 when I discovered him and his story during my own personal research of Black History (wasn’t taught in my school).
I was immediately drawn to his story and what he had done for black actors/actresses today. Poitier changed history and paved the way for greats like Denzel, Idris and even Halle Berry to be respected in what was then, an all white dominated film industry…
This is a great movie and was re-made in 2005 starring Bernie Mac, Zoë Saldaña and Ashton Kutcher in ‘Guess Who’…
I pray the day comes when I can meet Sidney and ask him the endless list of questions I have… *sigh* #Legend
For those who don’t know… Sidney Poitier became the first black person to win an Academy Award for Best Actor in 1963