On Rising Tides - Ed x Stede
The night of Calypso's Birthday after Stede kills his first man, Ed finds himself dragged into his cabin, forced to open up and finally take care of some long-festering wounds of their past.…
Nayeliq1
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
He searched for it afterwards. When the land was dry again, the Ark sitting safely on the highest peak of the mountains of Ararat.The rainbow spanning over the celebrating humans and animals alike was beautiful. Noah and his family cheered and praised the Lord for their salvation, for delivering the boat and all its passengers safely and soundly. No one seemed to care that there would have been no need for saving if their precious God hadn't decided to drown the rest of the world on an Almighty Whim, but who was Crowley to question anything.~oOo~oOo~oOo~Or, the one where Crowley spots the last unicorn after the flood.Art on the cover by the amazing igguana-art0-0 on tumblr, go give them some love!!…
Σομεθινγ Γραικος
"I mean", Crowley said, pushing himself away from the pillar and slinking closer to Aziraphale. "We could...y'know. Pretend. To..." He made a gesture in the air that was somehow both completely vague and alarmingly crude. "With each other."Aziraphale's heart might just have stopped."Think about it!" The demon stepped in front of him, shielding Aziraphale from the rest of the room as he leaned in. "We don't have to actually do anything", he said, voice lowered conspiratorially. "S'just gotta look like we are, yeah? No one's gonna suspect a thing. Just helping each other out to stay undercover."Yes. Right. Stay undercover.Aziraphale really needed to focus.~oOo~Or, the one where they participate in an orgy in Ancient Greece, because what else is there to do but fuck your supposed enemy in order to keep up covers?…
Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly
"Why are you doing this?"Aziraphale's voice is faint, his breathing uneven. Crowley doesn't lift his eyes to see the sickly look on his face, the twist of pain where only joyous smiles should ever be."Bandages need changing", he mumbles, eyes fixed firmly on his working hands."No. I meant-" He can hear as Aziraphale swallows. "Why do you care for me?"It isn't just 'why do you take care of me'. It's 'why do you still care at all'.Crowley has to close his eyes for a second, makes sure Aziraphale doesn't see."Cause you're here", he says, voice carefully detached, "and you're hurt, and you need someone. And that someone's gotta be me.""Why?"He won't answer that. He can't answer that."Don't ask stupid questions."~oOo~Or, the one where Heaven punishes Aziraphale the only way they know how, Crowley is there to help pick up the pieces, and maybe they can build something new and much more beautiful from both their broken shards.Warning for blood and injury, aftermath of physical violence, drinking as a coping mechanism, symptoms of depression - heed the tags!…
I Forgive You
I forgive you.Aziraphale watched as Crowley walked out the door. He'd seen the demon walk out of the bookshop a million times, always knowing that he'd walk right back in the same door tomorrow.This time, the door closed with a stifling sense of irrevocability.This time, Crowley wasn't just walking out of his bookshop.This time, Crowley was walking out of his life.I forgive you.Foolish. Stupid. Cruel.Those hadn't been the words sitting at the tip of his tongue. Far from it.But it didn't matter. Those had been the words he spoke, and he couldn't take them back now.~oOo~Or, the one where Aziraphale realises he needs to ask Crowley's forgiveness this time. Meanwhile, Crowley is just trying to make the Bentley stop playing Taylor Swift.…
Let Me Keep You
The choice had been easy. It hadn't even been a choice, really.He had everything planned out in his head, the materials he'd need, the words he had to learn, the silent goodbyes he had to say.Everything had gone according to plan, the candles placed in a circle throwing their flickering light on the walls of his room at the bunker, illuminating the marks that had appeared on his body as he recited the words, marking him as a soul worthy and willing to sacrifice its light for the life of many.He had not planned for the door to burst open suddenly, pushed so forcefully it slammed against the wall, the rush of air blowing out some of the nearer candles and bathing the corners in darkness.He hadn't planned for Dean to stand in the doorway, his expression a mixture of worry, disbelief and anger.He hadn't planned for his heart to constrict quite so painfully at the sight of those green eyes staring at him, so hurt as they took in Cas' surroundings, so desperate and accusatory as they met Cas' own.~oOo~Or the one where Dean and Cas are self-sacrificing idiots, forcing them to finally use their words and admit some truths.…
There are no words (to be spoken of this)
Dean's hands felt numb as he stared at the words.The piece of paper crinkled in his grip, his knuckles white.He knew he shouldn't have read it, but he hadn't been able to avert his eyes.He knew he shouldn't have read it, but it was too late now, far too late.He stared at the words immortalized in black pen on white paper, in the angel's handwriting. This piece of paper that had looked so unassuming, so innocent where he picked it up from the floor under the war room table.How should Dean have known that in picking it up, his world would shatter around him.~oOo~Or, the one where Dean reads something he shouldn't have read, and everything changes.…
Bound
Dean could still hear it, even now that they had been back for a few weeks. He could see the horror on Cas' face, the panic. He could hear the pain in his voice, recalled how it had twisted and turned in the depths of his eyes and contorted his features. He could still feel his own body go numb with hurt and shame, only to come alive with pain and dread once Cas told him about it.He hadn't been able to say it. He'd finally been ready to say it. But he didn't. Couldn't.Cas had begged him. Had begged him not to."Dean. Please, if you're about to say what I think you are- please. Please, you can't-"Dean had waited so long to be able to say it, had fought and denied and swallowed those words, those feelings so many times. Now that he was ready to let them go, they weighed heavily on his heart, demanding to be set free and fly. Kept inside, they seemed to settle in his chest, pulling him down."Don't", Cas had begged, something inside Dean shattering, coldness spreading, closing around his heart like a fist. "Please, don't."~oOo~Or the one where Cas tells Dean about the Empty-Deal after his Purgatory Prayer and everything hurts until it doesn't.…
Out of Ashes
The bookshop was burning. But this time, it was not just the angel that was lost.…
What You Deserve
Dean wasn't exactly sure how he'd ended up here.Three hours earlier, his evening had been perfectly ordinary. No bars, no walls, no furious angels, certainly no horny douchebags.Okay, maybe one horny douchebag. But that had been Dean himself, so that was fine. Yeah, so, it had been one of those evenings. When it was just too much, that feeling inside him, that nagging, longing, craving of something (someone) he didn't dare put a name to. It had been there for a very long time now, only getting stronger over the years the more Dean tried to push it down. And try to push it down, he did.Dean needed distraction. And he knew just where to find it.~oOo~oOo~oOo~Or our typical Dean drags Cas to a bar for distraction, gets jealous and things happen.…
Flight Risk with a Fear of Falling
As soon as it was done, he left.He left Dean's body and Dean left the room.He knew that he couldn't leave Cas like this, shouldn't leave Cas like this, but he couldn't stay, he couldn't look at him, couldn't touch him, couldn't see skin his own hands had left blemished and tainted and torn, couldn't see the angel violated and hurt and broken by his own body.The door unlocked the moment he had done what he'd come for, had taken and destroyed and left. It flew open, revealing Sam who he knew had been furiously beating against the wood while- while...oh God, he was gonna throw up.His brother looked shocked at the picture that unfolded in front of his eyes, his features contorted in disbelief and disgust at the crumpled and naked figure in the centre of Dean's mattress.Dean's mattress. In Dean's bed. In Dean's room.He felt sick.…
Happiness Is(n't) In The Having
It's not a decision. Not more than the immobility was that had frozen his muscles before and made it impossible to move. It isn't a thought that drives him to throw himself at Cas, between Cas and this supernatural entity he knows he can't defeat. He's done it before he even knows he moved at all, arms wrapped around the angel as tightly as possible. It was more like a reflex, an instinct, maybe. There was nothing else to be done, so why not do something insanely stupid?…
How It Feels To Take A Fall
This should have been the best moment of Crowley's fucked up millennia lasting life.This should have been a moment of revelation, the moment he'd been waiting for, the moment his dreams finally came true.We just tend to forget that nightmares are dreams, too.~oOo~oOo~Summaries are hard without giving away too much plot. Just prepare for lots of emotions after the Not-Pocalypse, a shocking discovery they have to learn how to cope with, an angry and frustrated Crowley, a hurt and frustrated Aziraphale, lots of misunderstandings and clearing conversation, a letter, a talk with God Herself and just lots of fluff, angst, love with a happy ending! And of course - some smut ;)…
Sigh of Relief
He knew he was a vile creature. He was depraved by nature, doomed to serve the purpose of lust and sin.No, Crowley certainly wasn't a stranger to those feelings. Hunger, desire, want. He had been designed to inflame them. This body he'd been given, temptation incarnate. Yet, he'd only ever experienced them himself for one other being, one single creature, the one and only he could never have.He was no stranger to longing, either. He'd been pining for so long he could have filled a whole damn forest! Millennia of waiting, wanting, loving from afar. He had exhibited a quite extraordinary amount of restraint over the years if Crowley could say so himself. Maybe it had been too much. Maybe something had to snap inside of him at some point, maybe-Excuses. Nothing but poor, pathetic attempts to justify his own weakness when it had been more crucial than ever to stay strong. It didn't matter that he'd wanted this for thousands of years. It didn't matter that he'd fought against this urge for centuries. It didn't matter that it had been on the verge of overpowering him countless times before. He hadn't let it. He'd never let it. Until now.WARNINGS: Implied Rape/Non-Con (not actually but perceived as such for some time), PTSD, Self-esteem issues…
The Nice and Accurate (and Eternal) Rest of Their Lives
"You really want me to say it?" The angel was still staring, opened his mouth, closed it again.This wasn't a good idea. Not at all. It was probably the worst idea he'd ever had, and bad ideas were kinda his profession. Saying just one more word would be a terrible terrible mistake, he knew it. Because one word would possibly lead to another. And another. And another.For a moment, Crowley considered if maybe he shouldn't have become literate at all in the first place. Well, screw it, too late now. Then it dawned to him that he could simply choose not to let the words out he'd unfortunately learned. Yeah. Sure. Of course. Easy peasy. Just don't say it.His mouth seemed to have different plans.…
The Flowers of Mysa - Prophecy of Ealdur
Evynne leads a normal life at the foot of the mountain. She works just as everyone does. She struggles just as everyone does. She has dreams just as everyone does. And yet, she's far from being like everyone else...The day she's sent to make a delivery to the palace, an unexpected encounter is predestined to change the course of her miserable existence.Because when someone is doomed to be special, the ordinariness of daily life cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw adventure in her way. Whether she's prepared for it or not.…
Wicked Westeros
They called her the Beauty of the West, now.Cruel. She'd always had to bear names, but that she wasn't even called Brienne anymore outraged him. They took the last traces of humanity from her. Made her the monster they wanted her to be.He knew better.…
As long as You're Mine
"What do you think you're doing?", she demanded as soon as he was sitting opposite her. "I don't know", he replied truthfully. He really didn't know what he had been thinking in coming here, kissing her, risking the relationship he valued above all others. You've destroyed it, that's what you've done, the voice hissed again. That's what you always do."I haven't been thinking at all."…
Divinity
"I love you too", the Priest said and turned around.God sighed in frustration. This would not do, as far as He was concerned. This stupid free will thing, sometimes He could have cursed Himself for that idea. Or rather them for taking it so wrong. They had been made for each other. He should know, He had been the one to create them, after all.He did what He always did when it came to the Priest. Sometimes a fox is not just a fox...…