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Oh, the storm clouds were moving across your eyes
And I could hear the war drums pounding inside your mind

From the moment Castiel found Dean Winchester in Hell, he knew the man was broken. Even without being able to see his fractured soul, the waves of self-hatred, fury, shame, guilt, and fear radiated so strongly that Castiel had recoiled. Almost turned and fled, almost took his wings and used them to fly back to Heaven, to abandon his fighting brethren, to ignore his brothers’ and sisters’ sacrifice.
But Dean had screamed then. The Righteous Man, the First Seal, had screamed. And it was a sound so raw and pleading that it pulled Cstiel right back.
So he touched his shoulder. Pulled him back to the plane of the living.
But he always wondered if he made a mistake. What could a man so shattered possibly do to save the world? He’d already broken and in doing so, started the apocalypse.
Castiel had pitied him. Had wondered if he should have brought him to Heaven instead of Earth, to finally find peace.
But he’d stared into his eyes. And Castiel knew that Dean Winchester was always destined for war.

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Words: 1581, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of songfics



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Dean’s mowing the lawn and Cas is taking an enormous risk standing here in the middle of the day. He’s mostly invisible, almost like he wants Dean to catch him flickering into sight once in a while.

He does want Dean to catch him. He wants Dean to know that Castiel is always watching over him, always listening to him, and would come if he really called for him, if Dean really needed him.

Words: 1676, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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A collection of short, one shot scenes in the Supernatural universe with the goal to change or ‘right wrongs’ in the canon, as well as adding some ideas of my own. I’m gonna focus on mainly on relationships and other wholesome, cute content because SPN has more than its fair share of sad and dark stories. My goal is to uplift you, not depress you. We’ve had enough of that. These will be random scenes in no particular order.

Words: 554, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English



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“If you are allowed to be reckless and stupid and careless, Dean Winchester, then so am I.” Cas is angry. Dean gets a blowjob.

Words: 2260, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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Dean Winchester faked his death, becoming an assassin. His idea was to provide his brother with a life of power, hiding away to give that to him. He goes on a job to kill Castiel Novak, a Baron he had tangled with one before, only to end up going right back where he ran from.

Words: 1243, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Assassin Winchester



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in which Dean and Balthazar get locked in Castiel’s basement

inspired by Maybe Sprout Wings by the wonderful and talented casuallyneurotic

written for Spring Fic Challenge on the Wayward Sons server

Words: 2884, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 26 of you are the earth that I will stand upon



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He’s the chick on the poster—the lead in the sex comedy wearing just her underwear with the dude’s too-big shirt the morning after, with the misaligned buttons and the sex hair. He's—

“I’m the hot girl.”

Words: 2560, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of carver era un-verse



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“I dare you.”  

“Fuck you! No way!”  

“Double-dog dare you.”  

Dean stared at his little brother with fire in his eyes. Unfortunately, even at thirty years old, he couldn’t resist the double-dog dare.

Words: 2627, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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It’s getting weird that people keep posting on Ao3 stories with “when you can tell they came from Wattpad.”


I was invited to make an account on Ao3 when it first launched by the site itself so I’ve been around on Ao3 for a LONG time. It was because of the popularity of my fanfictions on another website (I believe). I never used wattpad. This gatekeeping of Ao3 is ridiculous. The content on Ao3 isn’t “classier” or “better.” Ao3 has its fsir share of dumpster fire fics.


And honestly, we all start out somewhere. Putting people down for what they write is gross. If you want to give pointers in how you think their stories could improve than that’s fine, but to be going around being absolute assholes to people isn’t. Ao3 is meant to be a space for people to post their fan works without any gatekeeping and policing of content. That’s what it exists for. Ao3 was made for us to get away from that and to be a safe place to post works without random deletion of content and to help allow people to express their creativity in all its capacity.


Support people. Stop putting them down. Who cares if they made an account on Ao3 because Wattpad started to delete their stuff. Guess what? Almost all of us original Ao3 users came to Ao3 when fanfiction.net was doing that to us.


Stop. Being. Dicks.

The first chapter is posted! Sorry for the extra wait. I’m trying something new with my writing style to better accommodate people who use screen readers. So I hope it isn’t terrible and you can all stick with me while I adjust to the changes I’m making and I hope you enjoy the story as well! ❤

Summary: Shizuka was born in a time where quirks didn’t exist and she was 10 when they suddenly did, but time was a fickle thing when you could control it. At 16 she was in a new time, adjusting to a society where powers weren’t just accepted, but all of society revolved around them and this new society held an adventure that she never could have prepared for.

Pairing(s): Hawks/OC, Dabi/OC, Hawks/Dabi/Oc(*I haven’t fully decided where this fanfic is going yet*).

*This is only a preview of the story. The full first chapter will be posted on my Ao3 account sometime this week, along with my other promised Hawks soulmate AU update.


Fall was the worst season. Fall brought nothing but bad memories for Shizuka. It didn’t help that it felt like a season of dying. The leaves would crumble, the grass would grow dull, the sky often would get cloudy, wind left chills along her skin. It was like watching the life of the world fade out until winter finally nailed the last nail in nature’s coffin. Which is exactly why she huffed while throwing her scarf around her neck, tucking her chin down into it to warm her nose and mouth from the cold. Her hands found refuge in her wool coat’s pockets, safely tucked in the satin lining with a hand warmer in each palm. She never liked the cold. Even as a kid she would be cold all the time, summer or winter. It was like a small curse.


Just as she rounded the corner she was pushed back, toppling off balance with the force that hit her chest. The air was knocked from her lungs. In her moment of panic she accidentally activated her quirk. Everything around her immediate vicinity came to a halt as she landed on her back, head colliding with the concrete pavement with a sickening noise that made her stomach churn. A loud curse escaped from her, hoarse from just gasping for air. Her hands instantly cradled the back of her head, curling into a ball on her side while she groaned.


“Are you okay, miss!?”


The voice was sudden, too loud and very much unwanted. The blooming pain from the back of her head made her grit her teeth. Even as it gradually dulled to a throbbing ache. But she didn’t want to be rude to the concerned stranger, so she lifted up one hand to give a thumbs up without moving.


“Whoa,” the second voice sounded oddly familiar, but she couldn’t place it while she was focusing on her pain. A better person would have already shaken it off, but she was no better person. She was weak and her pain tolerance was hilariously low. “Did she do this?”


The question pulled Shizuka to look up at the scene before her. The one that was drawing a growing, curious crowd to a spectacle they normally wouldn’t have seen. There was a man, large and muscular, that was frozen in time. One foot off the ground, an arm out from pushing her out of his way, with an angry expression. Behind him were two other men following his tracks, but there were also a handful of civilians that were frozen in time. Mid strides, going about their days.


“A quirk like this would be perfect for a hero,” a second voice pulled her attention away from her pain, forcing her to look at the hero inspecting the frozen men. He turned to look at her just as she sat up, moving her hands to her lap. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”


She coughed a couple times, trying to clear her throat. “Shizuka.”


“What’s your last name?”


“I don’t have one.” The hero gave her a skeptical look. “What?”


“Nothing,” he walked over to her, stopping just before her feet to kneel down. He gave her a lopsided smile that sent her heart into a flutter, heating up her cheeks. “You ever thought of being a hero with a quirk like this?”


She looked away from him, letting her voice become hard. “Never.”


“Shame. I think your quirk would be perfect for this line of work.” She let the words go in one ear and out the other. Heroes weren’t exactly her thing. Suddenly he popped into her line of vision again. “Mind helping by unfreezing these thugs?”


She nodded and with nothing more than a thought the men were moving again, disoriented and yelling in the back of a police van. The hero gave her a mildly impressed look.


“So, Shizuka, my name is Hawks. I’d like for you to stick around to talk for a bit.”

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Alright, I know that my updates stopped. I planned to post my new story and Hawks chapter, but my older brother was hospitalized again. Some of you may remember from last year that my one older brother had to get emergency open heart surgery and almost died. He collapsed again and has been in the ICU for about a month now. They found a blood clot in his one valve, one in each lung and he’s going through acute liver and kidney failure as well as battling sepsis. He’s going in for another open heart surgery today and is getting a blood transfusion.


I’ve tried to write and put energy into my fanfictions, because I like to have a few chapters written before posting at least, but I just really can’t muster the focus I need to write anything. I can’t muster the effort it takes to proof read stuff. Honestly, my brother was like my a parent growing up. My mom couldn’t have cared less about us if she tried half of the time. He was always the one taking care of me growing up and I’m just really struggling with the very real prospect that he may die.


So I’m sorry that I’m not posting. I’ll get myself back on track soon. 2020 seems like such a shit year, dude. Everything is always going wrong.

Update on my brother;


His surgery was stopped early because they couldn’t manage to do what they originally planned. So now he has to get another surgery as soon as his fevers break. If he doesn’t do the surgery for some reason then they gave him a life expectancy of 8 weeks. My kids and I are going to say goodbyes before his surgery, just in case, and we’re keeping our fingers crossed for the best.

Alright, I know that my updates stopped. I planned to post my new story and Hawks chapter, but my older brother was hospitalized again. Some of you may remember from last year that my one older brother had to get emergency open heart surgery and almost died. He collapsed again and has been in the ICU for about a month now. They found a blood clot in his one valve, one in each lung and he’s going through acute liver and kidney failure as well as battling sepsis. He’s going in for another open heart surgery today and is getting a blood transfusion.


I’ve tried to write and put energy into my fanfictions, because I like to have a few chapters written before posting at least, but I just really can’t muster the focus I need to write anything. I can’t muster the effort it takes to proof read stuff. Honestly, my brother was like my a parent growing up. My mom couldn’t have cared less about us if she tried half of the time. He was always the one taking care of me growing up and I’m just really struggling with the very real prospect that he may die.


So I’m sorry that I’m not posting. I’ll get myself back on track soon. 2020 seems like such a shit year, dude. Everything is always going wrong.

The new chapter is posted! I know it’s late. I promised Saturday and it’s Sunday. My one brother lives a few states away and he gave a surprise visit this weekend, so I got distracted

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