High school AU where Dean finds a diary, and it just so happens to contain his name - and details of the mystery writer’s intense crush on him. But Dean’s also got a crush… it’s too much to hope for that the diarist is Castiel, right?
I think I’m a ghost. No one ever seems to see me at all.
Dean frowned, staring down at the first page of the book that he’d found on top of the lockers, pushed back out of sight. He’d never have found it at all, if Sam hadn’t taken his Physics textbook and hidden it up there, just to show off that he was taller than Dean now.
I don’t talk to anyone and no one talks to me. It’s not that they don’t like me, it’s that they don’t seem to see me at all. I swear I really am a ghost.
Dean stopped reading, frowning. Was this supposed to be an actual diary, or some kind of story? He checked the front cover of the book for a name, a clue to whom it might belong - but found nothing. He opened it up again.
One day, I think I’m just going to stand up and walk right out of class. And no one will even look up. I’m going to walk out of class and never come back and not one person at this school will miss me. And I won’t miss any of them, either. Except…
Dean leaned back against his locker and flipped the page, his attention caught. He wondered briefly whether he should stop reading - but then he got a glimpse of the next few words, and his curiosity escalated out of control.
… there is one boy. Dean Winchester, his name is Dean Winchester.
Hiding away in the back room of the Desert Rose, the silvery
haired Magister moved about hurriedly. With Nathan’s blessing, she was
attempting to keep her promise of making Aleyanna’s birthday cake while coping
with everything that had been told to her about the events that had transpired
in Rata Novus, and in Draconis Mons.
Everything Adriwyn had told her about the identity of the false
Mursaat had been true, but something about it still bothered her. There was too
much to cope with in such a short time, and too little information available for
them to be able to confirm anything. Thankfully, the debriefing at Fort Trinity
had only lasted until the early afternoon, giving her plenty of time to bake, a
task she always found relaxed her and gave her time to sort through her
Scents of lemon filled the backroom, growing stronger as she
withdrew the lemon cake and set the tray on the cooling rack. As much as she’d
enjoy tasting her own creation, all she planned on doing was finishing the
lemon-lime frosting and delivering it to the Denton-Cartwright house. Aside
from her debriefing, she had orders to return the following morning, and right
now she wanted nothing more than the company of her family to help her come to
terms with everything that had happened while she had been out of touch with
Merwin prompt: Eggsy goes undercover to figure out Merlin's birthday so he could properly surprise him come the special day. When it happens, Merlin is a combination of angry and confused, but mostly confused because of the stripper that popped out of the birthday cake
i am so blessed by the plethora of merwin prompts that i have waiting for me truly the heavens have smiled upon me
but yes i will have fun with this thank you for sharing this gift with me~
The problem with Merlin being the “tech guy” is that Eggsy has no way to access his records. No way to see if he has any allergies or has a middle name or, most importantly, when his birthday is.
Merlin, prick that he is, won’t say a word about his personal life.
“It’s unprofessional,” He says.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m allergic to anything,” He says.
“Do not–Why do you even care what my middle name is? Get back to work,” He says.