Summary: When you are seasoned with salt and grime there isn't much childhood to return to. [gen; Matthew-centric]
Rating: K+
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's WC #43: Kink // prompt:: humiliation.

( There’s this spark of his childhood in him that can’t quite die out yet, this inferiority he burdens himself with, the way glow sticks still hopelessly gleam beneath the stacks of toys toppling over them, even when the translucence they’re provided with can only do so much. )

Summary: Take a word and bless it with a new meaning. [Ariel-centric, Ariel/Ada (AU)]
Rating: K+
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 40th challenge - prompt:: Redefinition. The (kind of awkward, to be honest) shifting from one verb tense to another here was intentional, because I am experimenting with a new writing style. Or something not-so-completely-new, but ( Read more... )

Rating: K+
Summary: You know what's simple? Making an unwritten contract with one's self saying that you're going to soldier through creating a scale model, of the 1:80 ratio type, of the Louvre palace. And pyramid. [Matthew-centric, with mentions of Eve. Pre-BY, set two years before]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 39th challenge // prompt:: My White Whale. ( Read more... )

Rating: K+
Summary: So, apparently. His body remembers how to make an angel booty call. [Ariel-centric; implications of Ariel/Ada]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 36th challenge // prompt:: Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. Ariel/Ada is an AU pair as we know it. So it means that this really sketchy shit of a one-shot is an AU of an AU, Angel- ( Read more... )

Rating: K+
Summary: If he were to name the only things he’s tuned to right now, they’re Ada and football. [Ariel/Ada; Set technically months after WS canon, but this is an AU fic because the pair itself is an AU, so.]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction ’s 34th challenge // prompt:: Commonplace. Ahahaha, so. I spectacularly fail (emphasis on the ‘spectacularly’) at ( Read more... )

Rating: K+
Summary: This is timeless, like it has any right to be. [Dean-centric, Croatoan!verse]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 32nd challenge // prompt: At the end of forever.

( Dean breathes in and out, in and out, before he meets and catches and holds Death’s eyes squarely and fucking spats, “Make me.” )

Rating: T, for foul language and violence. Grotesque kind of violence.
Summary: There are two benches in the playground, and this is where everything's supposed to begin between them. [Dean/Castiel]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 30th Challenge // prompt: Supernatural. Prompt for the show, lol-- okay I kid, it's more than that. So much more.

( “Very well,” Michael says, and it’s too easy, Dean thinks, uncomfortably easy of the archangel to let him off the hook like that, “I’ve merely come to inform you that whatever your intentions are, it would always come down to this. You’re only prolonging the inevitable, Dean Winchester. The Morning Star will find his way to Samuel, and-” at this, he catches a slight grim look on Michael, “Castiel will Fall.” )

Rating: T, for foul language.
Summary: The damn Apocalypse is nigh, and there's nothing they can do about it. As in, forget-it-Michael-I'm not-going-to-be-your-vessel nothing. [Alternate ending-- Dean Winchester, Castiel]
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 30th Challenge // prompt: Asunder. And oh, spoilers! The Apocalypse is coming.

( Instead, he says, “What can I say? You and me,” he waves at the air, a careless gesture, “Against the world.” And then he offers Castiel a lopsided grin, which earns him a look of priceless puzzlement and an unspoken I don’t understand that reference from the angel. )

Rating: T, for foul language.
Summary: He finds camaraderie in an antique shop, of all places.  [AU, gen-- though there's quite a blink-and-you'll-miss-it Ryoma/Sakuno implication]
Warning/s: ANGST. Because I've never actually pictured Ryoma wearing ANGST like a suit, you know, I mean, this is Ryoma we're talking about. So yeah, possible OOC-ness, ( Read more... )

Rating: K+
Summary: He let go, he really did. He kept on telling himself that, but he found himself looking back. [America, England]
Warning/s: Lots of creeper in this fic, idk. I should really stop recycling the same setting over and oveeer again.
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's 28th Challenge // prompt: Anino (Shadow).

( It was hard enough to keep on reminding himself that he was searching for coffee, not tea. Never tea. )