Decisions (Angel/SPN crossover)
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It hurts to breath was his first thought. Why? Dean tried to gather his memories. A hunt. A vampire. A woman. Oh, yeah, the chick was smoking! In her low slug leather pants and fierce look. His type, definitely. All his dreams come true: kill a monster, save a girl, get a reward. But not with his luck… should have known better. At least the killing part was successful. Dusted that bloodsucker right and proper. Then everything went south, way south, even for him.
Decisions (Angel/SPN crossover)
SUMMARY: Inspired by this fanfiction. It’s sort of sequel but you don’t need to read the previous one, just know this: Angel was accidently staked by Dean on a hunt. Then Faith fought Dean and knocked him out unconscious with his own gun. And this is what happened next…
NOTES: For SPN it’s season five when Sam and Dean are still trying to find the way to beat Lucifer. For Angel it is mostly after series AU, where Angel and Faith are hunting together and stationed back in Hyperion.
She didn’t know how long she had been sitting like that. Rain began to pour, turning ash to mud. She didn’t realize that she was crying, with the hands clenched in fists, crying about how fucking stupid it was to die like that, in the fucking alley, not in the battle – champion’s style, like he ought to… just in the small dirty space between two warehouses by the hand of some hero wannabe .
A flower (~450 words, no warnings, no pairing)
A small drabble for kruemelhawk as she was really good ;)
She asked for a Clink/Tasha sooo here what I came up with… No pairings because I can only write what the voices in my head are telling me to…
Shut up! I’m not talking to you!!! ;)
Fandom: The Avengerse (the MOVIE verse).
It was just sitting on the table in her private quarters. Outrageously uninvited tiny sprig of mimosa, with a scarlet satin ribbon tired in a bow. Deep in thoughts of what had long past, she caressed its fluffy yellow heads.
Hope (~ 1300 words, smut, some very mild non-con, PG-13)
Fandom: Hansel and Gretel: The Witch Hunters.
“This is your worst idea ever, Hansel” he said to himself coming down from the hill where he left Mina with the machine-gun. He gave her clear instructions when to strike, hoping for the impossible luck.
There were more than 60 witches in the clearing, some flying in rounds, some chanting something facing a small eminence on the fare end. He couldn’t quite see what was out there. They finally noticed him when he was no more than 100 feet away. He cocked his gun, reading for the fight. Witches raised their wands.
Four Days (~3700 words, no warnings, PG13 just to be safe)
Fandom: The Bourne Legacy, pre-movie
Author: uuuhshiny, Beta: cakeisnotpie, Coverart: staingirl
Author notes: My attempt on answering some questions in the movie.
“I went off the grid for four days, that’s why I’m here.”
A car came to stop after a forty minute ride, give or take. Judging by the sounds, they left asphalt roads more that 20 minutes ago, so Aaron safely assumed that now they were way outside Tashkent city borders, deep into nowhere. It was hard to say more as an opaque bag, cuffed hands and legs and closed truck, he was now in, pretty much limited his mental ability, no matter how much enhanced. He tried to analyze and remember the road they were taking, number of turns and time between them, but after some time gave it up because there were too many elements to consider.
I come home late, very. The lights are already out: they must be already in bed. I open the door with the key to find him sleeping peacefully on the sofa with the TV still on. He fell asleep waiting for me. Not switching the light on, I try to move as quite as possible, not to wake him up. And of course I hit the cocktail table with my bare foot, with the little toe.
“Fucking shhh…” I can’t help but cry out; it hurts like hell.
I hear him laugh softly.
“Hello honey. You’re home” He said stretching out, still on the sofa.
“Hi, dear. Sorry, I wake you. Damn work, can’t come any sooner.” I come sit near him on the sofa and kiss him softly. He is so warm, still sleepy… “Didn’t need to wait me.”
“Oh, no, I wasn’t. Baywatch marathon is on… Chicks in swimsuits can’t miss it.” He sits up hugging me.
“Always the romantic,” I kiss him again lingering a bit longer, he smells of home and pancakes and cinnamon. I pause a bit caressing his lips and neck with my hand… It’s so good to be home.
“How’s the little one?”
“Sleeping. Said he won’t go to sleep next time without mommy.”
“Clever boy, like father like son.” I smile feeling a bit guilty I missed it.
He yawns, so sweet.
“Are you coming to bed?”
“No, sorry, have to work a little. You go. I’ll be in a bit.”
In a while I finally come to bed. He is sleeping soundlessly, peacefully… I climb under the blanket to his warmth. He moans softly, turns around and hugs me. He is so soft and warm and feels so right… Finally relaxing I fall asleep soon after…
Bargain (~ 1200 words, VERY NC-17)
Warnings: NO HAPPY ENDINGS, Loki/Hawkeye, dub-con, blood play (kinda), death of major characters, so VERY NC-17. Don’t like DON’T READ!!!
Strong (~1700 words, NC-17)
By uuuhshiny (and I’ll going to Hell for that…)
Hansel and Gretel drabble
NC-17 at the end (read at your own risk)
All’s Fair in Love and War, Part I (~ 2400 words, PG13 just to be safe)
Part II (by cakeisnotpie)
Accompanied by this art
A DREAM (small drabble for D ;)
What’s left of him by *JoWinchester401
Sam buried Dean only in clothes…
It took him the whole day just to change his dead brother into a new one. The body was so shattered, so drained in blood and barely was holding together. Gently he removed everything from it. The torn clothes, the bracelets, the samulet, the ring… Everything so Dean.
He couldn’t cry anymore, eyes dry, empty, like he felt inside. He cleaned everything as he could, put some new clothes on Dean covering the wounds, making it look like everything was OK, like his brother wasn’t torn to pieces because of him, like he still could fix it…
The grave was ready, deep and hollow, like an open mouth waiting to swallow up everything, his hopes, his dreams, his family…
It was time. Sam took the samulet. Suddenly the thought fired through the fog his mind was in. These were the only things left of Dean. He had nothing else… And he couldn’t, he just couldn’t part with them.
So Sam buried Dean only in clothes, keeping the link between them unbroken through the phone (full of Dean’s voice), the ring (shining on his finger), the samulet (heavy against his chest), the leather jacket (still smelled like Dean) and Impala (waiting outside).
For Steve. She asked for FEELs