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Because Dean Winchester doesn't just die. He can't. And he doesn't let Castiel die, not without a fight. So it's not right. It's not real. Claire won't let it be real. She'll fight any God or demon to fix it, because she learned how to fight from Dean Winchester, and she learned loyalty from Dean Winchester, and Dean Winchester doesn't let people die.
Or, in which Claire Novak refuses to lose another set of parents, and she's about to make it everyone's problem.
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- Part 1 of I'd Be Home With You
Bookmarked by lucolega
27 Aug 2024
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Mejor final que el original, el canon no existe, sólo esta maravilla
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"Who dares defy me, the Last High Priestess of the Old Religion and rightful Queen of Camelot?!"
Somewhere in the further part of the peasant crowd a little commotion broke out as people presumably tried to move out of the way for someone. Morgana must have missed it however because she kept squeaking at no one in particular.
"Too much of a coward to come forth? Are you just going to hide behind all these peasants? That is quite alright with me. I will slaughter every single one of them until I have found you little rat. Guards!" As one all the mercenaries hefted their crossbows back onto the by now panicking crowd of civilians. Arthur could do nothing to stop it. He was utterly helpless against her magic and felt nothing but shame as he closed his eyes in front of the terror that was about to unfold. But then...
"NO. NO MORE."
________________________________In which Merlin is done, the citizens of Camelot are done and Arthur doesn’t understand the world anymore. When Merlin reveals himself, all seems lost to him. But he gets help from somewhere unexpected, which in hindsight he really shouldn’t be so surprised about.
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(when you just can't seem) to shake the weight of living by WingedQuill
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
07 Feb 2022
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Geralt's muscles heave backwards, flinging him down against the bed. He tries to struggle upwards but it feels like he’s been buried beneath a mountain. Every inch of him is pressed completely still. His eyes close, and he’s left in the dark with nothing but his racing heart for company. He’s not tired, he’s never been less tired. But the curse wants him to sleep, it seems. It’ll force him to lie here until he does. How much of his life will it start to control, now that he’s declared war against it? Now that he knows it’s lurking in his bones, now that it doesn’t have to be subtle?
He swallows. Takes a long, deep breath, gathering every bit of courage he has to stop himself from slipping back into panic. He still has control over his lungs. He still has that.
For now.
(Or: Witchers don't retire. They stay on the Path until it kills them. They hunt monsters and they want nothing from life. This isn't exactly by choice.)
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Bookmarked by lucolega
01 Feb 2023
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El fic en el que los brujos están malditos al que siempre vuelvo pero nunca me acuerdo del nombre, es oro
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Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.
Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to audit a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.
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- Part 1 of And This, Your Living Kiss
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“I can’t look at him – I can’t look at Jack because when I do, I don’t just see Cas. I see her.”
Sam looks a couple inches closer to walking out. Like a fog has cleared and the weight of expectation has been lifted off his shoulders. Like he’s given up.
His voice is as light as it is sharp, “A girl, Dean? You’re actually going to try and make this about a girl?”
Shame fills Dean’s lungs until his ears ring and he chokes on the weight of the words clawing their way up his throat. He’s going under, attempting to hold back a tsunami with a bucket while his little brother watches with an indifference more painful than his derision.
When he speaks, Dean pitches his voice low in an attempt to disguise the raw edge it has taken on, as if the name had been physically torn from him, entirely unbidden.
“Emma.”
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Between 13.04 The Big Empty and 13.05 Advanced Thanatology. Four thousand canon compliant words of Dean Winchester having a breakdown over his total inability to reconcile the fact that the half-human son of Satan himself is just a little boy who needs saving, with the fact that Dean couldn’t save, wasn’t enough to save, his own half-human daughter.