my favourite things challenge

If Only - Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, major character death

Word count: 1,779

A/N This is for Kari’s Favourite Things Challenge, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing my prompt was the song “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur. Thank you to @hunterofgayangels-butcallmedean for being a lovely beta for me.

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

You sat alone at the bar, with a glass full of whiskey in front of you. You swirled the amber liquid around in the glass contemplating everything that was going on around you. After not too long of thinking, you threw your head back, lifting the heavy glass to your lips, swallowing the drink and enjoying the burn as it went down your throat.

You shut your eyes tight, letting it slide it’s way down. The stool next to you creaked as someone sat down next to you. “You alright?” A deep, but kind voice came from beside you. Opening your eyes up slowly, you turned to see him there beside you, his one arm putting his weight on the bar while the other came up to your shoulder to offer you consolation. But his eyes, damn his eyes. They were so green, you instantly found yourself unable to think while looking into them. It was like an unimaginably deep, wooded forest, the leaves from above your head cast down, leaving a beautiful emerald hue on everything around you.

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Eyes

This is my now late entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing favourite things challenge. My prompt was emerald. Tags are below the cut. I have used the SPN Fanfic pond tag list. If I have incorrectly tagged you then please let me know and I will remove the tag asap. P.S. this took me two hours to post, Tumblr hates me. P.s.s I ended up having to do this from my phone so I apologise for any mistakes

Summary: snippets of your life with an emerald-eyed hunter.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, smidgen of angst, swearing, child birth.

Word count: 977.

Originally posted by proof-is-in-the-pudding

Emerald, that was the first thought you remember popping into your head as you stared into the eyes of the boy looking down at you on the floor. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, concern filling them at the sight of your battered and bruised body. He was speaking to you, though you could barely hear him through the ringing in your head. Your vision swam around you, but slowly your hearing came back to you, allowing you to hear this mysterious man’s voice.

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To Love A Winchester

Okey dokey so this is my first ever piece of fanfiction done for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing favourite things challenge!! My prompt was friends to lovers so guess how this story ends!!

Word count: 2,838 (not including all of this and the rates at the bottom - all spelling mistakes etc are all my own handiwork)

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, un-named demon, mentions of Castiel, Jody Mills, various monsters

Warnings: like one swear word?, brief mentions of torture/injury


This particular day found the Winchester’s returning to the bunker from yet another small nondescript craphole which a nest of vampires had decided to turn into their meal ticket; at least they had until one of the newer members had gotten sloppy and put the nest onto the Winchester’s radar… They were a few miles out when they drove past what had when they’d left been a construction site but now sat a small diner. “Well that’s new” “Sure is Sammy” replied Dean as he pulled his Baby into a parking space. “But this is good. Store’s closed and I’m starving”. It was by this point gone 10 at night, the hunt not being particularly violent but they had been unfortunate enough to have to wait several hours for all of the vamps to be in one place.

Pushing open the door the boys were greeted by the decor of a classic 50’s style diner – 4 small booths took up one side while the other was a chrome bar with a number of stools lined against it. “Take a seat, I’ll be right with you” came a woman’s voice from behind the bar. Opting for two of the stools, the Winchesters sat and waited. A minute passed and then up popped the girl who’d spoken, hair thrown back in a messy bun and an apron round her waist. “Welcome to The Hideaway” smiled the girl.

“The Hideaway?” queried the taller of the two men sat in front of you. “Yeah ever since I was younger I’ve always loved classic movies and the inevitable diner scene you’d get in them. They were my very own hideaway from the real world. So when this opportunity came up I already had the perfect name in place…and I’m rambling sorry! I’m Y/N by the way” “Sam and this is Dean” replied the first man. “Well here’s a couple of menus and give us a yell when you’re ready to order”.

Waiting until the girl had walked away Dean turned to his brother “Really Sam?” Our real names?” “Come on Dean I hardly think she’s a threat.” “Yeah well” murmured Dean, turning back round in his seat to have another look at the girl “can’t be too careful in this line of work.” If Y/N knew she was the subject of their conversation she didn’t show it. Indeed she showed nothing, even when Dean subtly found a way to test her against holy water (knocking over his glass as she leaned to pick up their plates), silver (Sam having noticed the locket hanging round her neck) and salt. That last test had seen Sam head towards the bathroom, muttering under his breath as he went. “Sorry for the mess” Y/N heard as she bent down with a dustpan and brush “I’m not usually so clumsy.” “I think a few spillages are to be expected in this line of work” chuckled the girl. A moment of silence passed between the two and then “So, do you fancy dessert?”.

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Diamond

Beginning . Accusation . Restless . Snowflake . Haze . Flame . Formal . Companion . Move . Silver . Prepared . Knowledge . Denial . Winter . Order . Thanks . Look . Summer . Transformation . Tremble . Sunrise . Mad . Thousand . Outside . Christmas . Wind

Harry’s a thief who gets his hands on the worldly famous Horan Family Diamond. Niall is just the boy who gets caught in the middle.

X

Harry stares, horrified and frozen to his spot in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, at his boyfriend. The blond haired boy stares back, eyes red and puffy, cheeks wet and flushed, lips chewed and trembling, a look of pure disgust and betrayal on his pretty, flawless face. Clutched in his left hand is his (wealthy) family’s diamond; the famous and incredibly valuable palm-sized Horan Family Diamond. 

Harry’s mouth runs dry as he places the paper bag of groceries on the bar-like counter separating the two rooms in the otherwise open floor plan. He swallows hard around the lump in his throat as he takes another step into the living room. “Niall-“

“Shut up,” the blond mutters. He sounds miserable, his voice thick with unshed tears and hoarse like he’s spent most of the day crying.

The sound breaks Harry’s heart. And stuns him into silence. 

“Why do you have this?” Niall demands, although his voice is soft – like he’s afraid of the answer.

Harry blinks, licking at his lips. “I – Niall-“

“It’s almost comical that it went missing without a trace two weeks ago and, yet, here it was – in your side of the closet,” Niall says, sounding half-heartedly amused. But he’s anything but.

"Why?”

“Niall, I can explain-”

“I actually don’t think I need that much of an explanation since I found this also,” Niall mutters. He picks up a beige file folder from the coffee table between them with his free hand and holds it out mockingly for Harry, whom flinches and closes his eyes. “Think it kind of paints a pretty clear picture-“

"No, Niall,” he says, taking another step towards his boyfriend. The boy in question takes a step back – but not before dropping the folder back onto the table. “That’s not-”

“How long have you been playing me?”

Harry freezes, taken aback. He knows he shouldn’t be, because he knows as well as Niall does exactly what – or who – is in the folder. “Ni, baby-“

“Just answer the question, Harry!” Niall shouts. “How long have you been using me to get to my family’s diamond?”

Harry’s heart drops into the pit of his stomach as he stares at the beautiful, perfect boy before him. Niall looks so heartbroken and desperate and he wishes, more than anything, that he didn’t have to do this. He doesn’t want to have to see the look on Niall’s face worsen when he admits the truth, but he can’t bring himself to look anywhere else either. “Fourteen months, technically-“

Niall’s eyes widen and then darken angrily. “Seriously? Fourteen months? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Niall, I can explain-”

“We started dating 13 months ago, Harry – what the fuck!” Niall screams. He closes his eyes, squeezing the bridge of his nose as he begins to pace back and forth in front of the window next to the couch. “You – I – we met 14 months ago, Harry. What’d you do, find out my family had money and decide to find out how long you could keep the wool pulled over my eyes? Well good fucking job, Harry, you got 13 months-” he cuts himself off, then, and turns to face Harry, eyes wide with realization. “Oh my God, oh my – you knew before, didn’t you? You – we didn’t meet by accident at all. Jesus fucking-“

"Please, Niall, let me explain,” Harry begs, taking another step towards the blond boy. Niall backs away from him again but Harry continues to move closer; he needs Niall to understand, somehow. “Just – please, Ni, just listen to me. Let me explain-”

Don’t touch me,” Niall spits, slapping Harry’s hands away when the brunette reaches for him. “Explain yourself away but don’t fucking touch me.”

Harry licks his lips, squeezing his hands into fists that he has to bury in his pockets to hold himself back from trying to touch the crying boy in front him. He doesn’t know where to start – or even how, because this was never supposed to be something he was going to have to explain. In fact he should be long gone by now, Niall and his family forgotten. And, yet, here he is. Still. 

He takes a deep breath, focusing his gaze on the blue of Niall’s eyes; he pointedly ignores the torrent of emotions lingering within them. His instinct tells him to lie, to spew every kind of lie and excuse he can think of until Niall believes him – but he knows he can’t. He’s let this get too far now to get himself out and he knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Niall knows far too much without Harry even explaining to come up with something decent enough for the blond boy to believe. He also knows that Niall deserves the truth, whether it hurts them both in the process or not. “Meeting you wasn’t an accident,” he murmurs, flinching at the way Niall’s body sort of closes in on itself. His breath catches in his throat and he wants nothing more than to envelope the other boy in his arms but Niall won’t even let him get close enough. 

This is going to be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. 

“I’m a – I take things, steal them,” he explains. He hates himself already. “And then I bring them back to – to Nick and we turn it into profit which we then split 50/50.

"I found out you were the Niall Horan my second week of Uni and when I told Nick, he – he came up with the idea. He wanted me to befriend you, get close enough that I would be able to get to the diamond without being detected. After that I was supposed to bring him the diamond and then we were gonna flee the country.”

Niall stares at him, crossing his arms over his chest like a barrier. “So you’ve just been using me this whole time. Everything we have – had – is a lie.”

Harry’s breath catches in his throat and the backs of his eyes burn. “N-no, Niall, it’s not like that-“

"Isn’t it, though?” Niall asks rhetorically, his voice flat, void of all emotion. “Our whole relationship – or whatever – is based on a lie. Fuck, Harry, it’s based on a helluva lot more than just one. This is just – it’s not-“

"Niall, it’s-”

Niall shakes his head. “Don’t even try to deny it. Please.”

Harry’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows around the lump in his throat. “But that’s not how it is, now,” he says. His voice even sounds desperate to him. “I mean, yeah, ‘s how it started but it’s not – the rest of it isn’t a lie. It’s never been a lie.”

Niall scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Maybe not to you. But this,” he mutters, lifting the diamond still clutched in his hand, “feels like a lie to me.”

“It’s – Niall, it’s not a lie. We aren’t a lie,” Harry insists. “We-“

"Why haven’t you left yet?” Niall asks, cutting him off. “You got your hands on this two weeks ago and you’re still here. What’s Nick waiting for?”

"Nick doesn’t know I have it,” Harry admits. “I haven’t been able to bring myself to tell him.”

Niall bites his bottom lip as he runs his free hand through his hair. “W-why?” he asks, his voice quivering like he isn’t quite sure if he wants to know the answer.

“Because we aren’t a lie, Niall.”

Niall closes his eyes and turns away, then, like he doesn’t want Harry to see his face, Except Harry sees everything. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true-”

“It’s not true-”

“It is true!”

“Then how ‘bout while you’re finally being honest with me why don’t you tell me the fucking truth!” Niall shouts, whirling back around to face him.

Harry blinks, staring at Niall with bated breath. He thought he already had told Niall the truth. “Anything, I’ll tell you anything,” he says anyway. This time when he takes a step forward, Niall doesn’t move away.

The blond lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t even know what I want to know anymore,” he mutters, bringing his hands together in front of him to hold the diamond in both hands. “Actually, yeah, I – were you ever gonna tell me? Had you left before I found this, would you have gone without even telling me?”

“I would’ve had to,” Harry admits softly. “Which is why I haven’t been able to tell Nick; I couldn’t…I didn’t want to have to leave-”

“And yet you still took it…”

The brunette opens his mouth to protest only to realize that Niall’s right; the fact that he took the diamond in the first place trumps any claim that he didn’t ever want to leave, no matter how true it might be. 

“What if you hadn’t gotten your hands on it? How long would you have played me?”

Harry closes his eyes, licks his lips and then opens his eyes has he runs a hand through his hair. “I haven’t truly played you in, like, 12 months, Niall – and I know you’ll find that hard to believe given the circumstances, but it’s true.”

“Whether it’s true or not, you still have my family’s diamond. You stole it, Harry.”

Harry nods and bows his head. 

Silence fills the room, then, and the tension is so thick it’s suffocating, deafening to Harry’s ears. Silence with Niall is usually peaceful and comfortable and nothing like this and Harry hates it. The longer it lasts, the more Harry can feel Niall slipping away. 

He clears his throat, beckoning back Niall’s attention where he’d zoned out staring out the window. The fact that he hasn’t left yet is a good sign though, right? “If you hadn’t found it, I would’ve put it back. I would’ve forgotten all about it and we-“

Niall sighs, shaking his head. “That’s part of the problem, Harry. I can’t – I won’t forget this. And the fact that you could’ve forgotten it so easily..?”

Harry takes a deep, shaky breath. “Niall-“

"I can’t even look at you right now,” Niall whispers. He sounds broken and angry – and Harry wonders how much of it is just from being unable to look Harry in the face. After a moment in which Niall clears his throat and pushes himself away from the window, the blond boy finally raises his head, though he looks at everything else in the room but Harry. He licks his lips and sniffs, blinking back unshed tears in his dull eyes. “I packed a bag in the bedroom with some of my clothes and I’m gonna stay with Zayn for a while until I figure out what I’m gonna do,” he mutters. And before he’s even done speaking Harry’s eyes are wide and he’s shaking his head and closing the gap to reach out for him only for Niall to shrug him off and slip past him. “I’ll get the rest of my stuff in a couple days or so-”

“N-No, Niall,” Harry stutters, whirling around to follow Niall down the hall that leads to their bedroom. His stomach feels like it’s in his throat and his heart feels like it’s breaking apart in his chest and his legs feel like they’re about to give way under the dead weight of his own body. And, sure enough, Niall’s bright green book bag is sitting neatly on the bed, a large black duffle bag next to it. He watches, stunned, as Niall thrusts his family diamond into the book bag. “Please, Ni, don’t – don’t leave me,” he begs, finally getting his hands on Niall before the blond boy can push him off. “Please – I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

“Harry, stop,” Niall whimpers, squirming against Harry as he tries to get Niall to look at him. “Just-”

“We can fix this – I can fix this,” Harry insists, wrapping his arms around Niall’s shoulders to turn him around. He pulls Niall flush against him, presses their foreheads together, despite Niall’s shaking head, as tears begin to blur his vision. “I’ll take it back, Ni. I’ll bring it back and Nick will never have to know that I even had it and-“

"Yeah, and then what? Huh? We just go back to normal, like nothing happened? I can’t do that-“

"We can – I can earn your trust back, I will,” Harry says desperately, his fingers clutching the back of Niall’s neck, delving themselves into his brown roots; he’s afraid to let go. “I’ll-”

“And what about Nick? What about when he comes around asking why you haven’t got the diamond yet? What happens then?”

“I’ll quit. I’ll tell him I can’t because I’m in love with you and-”

Niall pushes him so hard that Harry stumbles back and has to catch his balance on their shared dresser. “You don’t get to say that to me, Harry,” he spits, his eyes narrowed in pure anger and betrayal all over again. “You don’t get to just throw that word around.”

“‘m not,” Harry says, leaping forward once more as Niall pushes his arms through both straps of his book bag and then swings the duffle bag over his shoulder. “I love you – so much, Ni-“

“Just shut up!” Niall shouts. “It’s…it’s way too late for that now. Like, 13 months too late.”

"Please,” Harry whimpers, tears falling down his cheeks and hands shaking, his fingers grazing Niall’s as the blond boy walks past him. “Please, Niall…”

Niall pauses in the doorway but doesn’t face him and Harry’s breath catches in his throat in anticipation. “I haven’t decided what I’m gonna tell my parents so if you need to skip town just in case you should probably get on that.”

Harry watches through tears and with an all-over achy body – literally everything hurts – as Niall walks away from him for what he knows, deep down, is the last time. And the heart-wrenching sob that escapes his throat reduces him to a crumpled mess on the bedroom floor.

X

Harry doesn’t run. In fact, he doesn’t do much of anything except call Nick to tell him that Niall found the diamond and that he may or may not tell his parents – and it’s so blaringly obvious that Harry doesn’t even need to tell him that Niall broke up with him. (Nick runs.)

The only thing that prevents Harry from going crazy is that when news breaks a couple days later that not only had the Horan Diamond gone missing but it was also mysteriously returned. It isn’t so much that he doesn’t get caught but more that Niall, despite all his own heartbreak, still covers for him. 

anastasiat1215  asked:

I love the phrases 'Mountains and Earth' and 'The mountains endure'. Are they local sayings where you come from or did you make them up?

I made them up! I wrote them for the Heidi fic, because I wanted something formal for her to tell Brutus when she says goodbye that means something more, and I sat on it for a while before being like ‘aha!’ Writing is funny, sometimes it takes forever, sometimes it’s a flash, but that one came pretty quick. They live under the mountains, they are the rock of Panem, etc. etc. District character is one of my favourite things to imbue into a fic, but the challenge is not making it too corny or cheesy, just the right amount of folksy. Also important for this sort of thing was gravitas - not a funny catchphrase but something with heft. 

That said, I do find myself googling things like “district four idioms” all the time and then going UGH i have to INVENT ONE (the latest being “she could shoot the scales off an anchovy”, coming soon to a chapter of Canon Divergence AU near you!) because I’m ridiculous.

(I grew up in a place where there wasn’t much in the way of local phrases - religious ones sure, but not so much geographical, I don’t think … and the religious ones were very in-group, they weren’t a thing you’d say to everybody. Also it was like ……….. really flat??? I didn’t see mountains until my 20s, until then I offended anyone who had seen mountains by calling the slightest rise in incline a “hill.” Brutus would take one look at this and be like THE FUCK are you talking about girl)