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Title: Paper Angel,  Chapter 3

Category: Supernatural

Rating: PG

Summary: AU In a world where there’s no such things as ghosts and nothing goes bump in the night, Dean, trying to cope with his parent’s crumbling marriage and his mother’s untimely death, begins to see an imaginary friend by the name of Cas.

Words: 1,299

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester

Tags: Wee-chesters, AU, Dean/Cas, friendship, imaginary friends,

Written By: Pancake

January 1988

To Dean’s surprise, Castiel didn’t show up again after their last conversation. Not right away anyway. Dean figured that it was because he had gotten over whatever illness it was that had been causing him to hallucinate the boy. Of course he had been wrong. Because, five months after that thought to be final meeting, Dean found himself in the presence of the fuzzy headed child once more. Alarmed by the sudden appearance of Castiel in the back seat of his father’s car, Dean’s first instinct was to check on Sam, and make sure he was unharmed. The toddler was fast asleep, and completely unaware of the stranger that now sat next to him. His next instinct was to check on his father. Luckily, John was still in the motel lobby trying to make arrangements for a room that they would be staying in for the next few days.

“Hello Dean,” Castiel stated in his typical monotone. 

Dean turned around to face his hallucination, and scowled. “Not you again...”

The darker haired boy tilted his head in confusion at the less than friendly greeting, but looked neither hurt or offended by the other’s tone. “You are irritated. Why?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Dean waved a hand towards Cas, “Maybe because this figment of my imagination keeps showing up for reasons I don’t understand! And, it’s kind of freaking me out!”

“ Is that what I am?” Castiel asked, narrowing his eyes in thought. “A figment?” 

“It would explain why nobody else can see you...”

Castiel continued to think on this for a number of minutes before finally giving a satisfied nod, and looking back to Dean, “I suppose you could be right.”

“Yeah...” Dean grumbled. “Why are you here anyways? Whadda ya want?”

“Nothing. You just seemed... lonely.”

“What?” Dean asked, visibly flustered. “I am not lonely!”

At this response, Castiel simply hummed, and stared at Dean for a moment. Then for another. And, another until the blond boy began to feel self conscious and turned back towards the front of the car. Dean waited for a couple of minutes before his curiosity got the better of him, and he looked up into the review mirror, only to find that Castiel was still staring at him.

“You’re a real creep, Cas. Ya know that?”

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t really sound sorry. “How do I refrain from being a... creep?” Cas tilted his head again, that contemplative look taking over his face once more. 

“Well, you can stop all of that staring for one.”

“Oh...” 

Castiel lowered his eyes to the floor of the vehicle, and nudged his toe against one of the floor mats. There was an awkwardly long silence then, in which the dark haired boy looked about himself. He looked out the window. He looked to the ceiling. He looked at the seat in front of him. Then, finally, he looked to the side, and his eyes landed on the little boy sleeping next to him. Sam was curled around a rather ratty looking stuffed dog, and he was snoring ever so lightly. 

“Dean...”

Dean sighed and looked back up at the mirror. “What, Cas?”

“Where’s your mother?”

At first, Dean said nothing. He simply stared ahead, not really seeing anything passed the windshield of the car. Eventually, he felt something trail down his cheek, and blinked a few times, noticing the blur in his vision. Apparently he had began to cry. Snapping out of his trance, Dean began to curse quietly to himself, and rubbed at his eyes to remove any tears that may still be threatening to fall. Then, not wanting the other boy to see him in such a state, he turned to look out the passenger side window, and sighed in an attempt to further  calm himself.

“She’s dead, Cas...”

“Dead?” The other actually sounded slightly surprised by this news.

“Yeah. She died over three years ago. Where did you think she was?”

“I thought that your father and her may have taken a trip together. You were not in their company the last time that we met.”

At this, Dean turned to glare at Castiel, and scoffed. “What? You thought they just went on some vacation? Well you were wrong. We weren’t at Bobby’s so they could go out an experience new places without us! We were there because our dad had a fit, and left us to-”

He wasn’t exactly sure when he had started to shout, but it wasn’t long before Sam had began to whine, and squirm around in his car seat. Dean immediately shut his mouth, all anger leaving his body, and he cast an apologetic look at the child. The toddler opened his eyes then, and squinted up at his brother through a sleepy haze. Then, he let out a squeak of a yawn, and blinked, barely able to keep his eyes open. 

“Why Dean sad?” The child asked. “Did Cas hurt Dean?” Sam turned his head to look at the boy sitting next to him, and reached out an arm to give the other a few reprimanding pats on his shoulder. “No hurt Dean, Cas. Bad.”

“I’m sorry Samuel. I didn’t mean to upset your brother. I was simply curious. I shall think better before I speak next time.” Cas said, accepting his punishment from the three year old. 

Sam gave the dark haired boy a suspicious look, but eventually nodded his head, and returned his tired gaze to Dean. 

“Sammy... You can see him?” Dean asked, motioning to the other boy. “Cas. You can see Cas?”

Sam nodded one last time before he could no longer force himself to stay awake, and let sleep claim him once more. Dean, on the other hand, continued to panic, and let out a nervous laugh. So, did this mean he wasn’t crazy after all? Or, perhaps they both were? Whatever was happening, he didn’t understand it, and he wasn’t quite sure that he liked it. 

“Listen Cas,” Dean began as the door to the motel lobby opened. He turned to see his father waving thanks to the man at the front desk. Then, before he could turn back around to finish his thought, there was a sound of flapping wings, and the other boy was gone once more.

“What’s the matter kid?” John asked when he got back to the car. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” 

Dean wanted to tell his father about seeing Cas. He wanted to tell him that Sammy could also see him, but he knew better than to do so. The last time he had tried to tell his dad about seeing an imaginary friend, John’s mood had changed quickly to anger, and he had told Dean to stop being stupid. So, instead, the seven year old put on his best smile, and made up some story about Sam startling him with a surprisingly loud yawn. John just laughed at that, and patted his son on the shoulder.

“My brave boy.” He joked. “Now, come on and help me unload everything. I got us a room for the next four days while I try to find some work.”

Dean nodded and hopped out of the car to help. He knew that his father wouldn’t find work in this town. He hadn’t found work in the last five towns, and he wouldn’t find it in the next one either. Instead, he would go out, get drunk, and then return to the motel room at some odd hour to pass out on one of the beds. It happened almost every time. Dean wasn’t too bothered by this though. As long as they were all together, as long as they remained a family, he would let his father drag them wherever he wanted to go. 

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Title: Paper Angel, Chapter 1

Category: Supernatural

Rating: PG

Summary: AU In a world where there’s no such things as ghosts and nothing goes bump in the night Dean, trying to cope with his parent’s crumbling marriage and his mother’s untimely death, begins to see an imaginary friend by the name of Cas.

Words: 1,072

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel

Tags: Wee-chesters, AU, Dean/Cas, friendship, imaginary friends

Written By: Muffin and Pancake

March 1982, Lawrence, Kansas

Dean Winchester had been a fairly normal child. He had been a bit more melodramatic than the other children on the play ground, and his imagination had been just a wee bit overactive, but for the most part he hadn’t been anything truly special. He had known what he liked and what he didn’t like, and while there were many things that he didn’t like (like all of that nasty green stuff his mother tried to feed him), there were only three things that he could say he really liked. Those things were pie, the custom Hot Wheels Impala that his father had gotten him for Christmas, and Cas. And, while the other two items were definitely far more important to him than anything else (other than family, of course), Cas had been his one true treasure in life. Because, without Cas, he wouldn’t have become half of the man he is today.

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It was about two months after Dean had turned three, that Castiel first appeared to him. Back in the days when Hot Wheels were the only cars a guy needed, and shirts that said, “I Wuv Hugz,” were completely acceptable wardrobe choices. It was a day that had started out as a rather upsetting one for the young Winchester. Mary and John Winchester had been having another fight. One that had began as something simple. John had forgotten to change one of the lightbulbs in the living room fan, and that had somehow morphed into a rather loud conversation about how he spent too many hours at the garage. And, as usual, Dean had been sent to the confines of his room for getting under their feet. 

It hadn’t been his fault that he was in their way though! He had been hungry! Yes, it may not have been the best time to be pestering his parents for a snack, but the monster in his tummy was not going to quit growling at him until one of them got him something to eat. His mother had given him a helpless smile at that explanation, but did little more to satisfy the beast that was his rumbling stomach. Apparently she had cared nothing about his well being, and would rather send him to his possible demise than spend the few minutes it would take for her to make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. So, there he sat with only his Hot Wheels and a small sippy cup of apple juice to tide him over until his parents were done with their latest spat. 

Making the best of his time spent in exile, Dean smashed a couple of the tiny cars into each other, and made some rather expert explosion noises to accompany the collisions. 

“Reeeee!!!! Psssssshhhhhhwa!!!! Pwaaaaaaah!!! Pooooosh!!!!!”

It wasn’t until he heard the sound of flapping wings coming from the window behind him that he looked up from his pretend destruction. At first he thought that it might have been a large bird flying by. Like one of those geese that had chased him at the park after he had tried to generously share some of his applesauce with it. But, when he turned around, instead of some monstrous goose with razor sharp teeth aligning its beak there was a little boy, no older than four, perched atop his windowsill. Dean froze, his little black impala clutched protectively in a tiny fist, and stared.

Of course he knew that there should be something wrong about a little boy dressed in a yellow raincoat sitting in his bedroom window, but at the same time his tiny three year old mind was telling him that this was all perfectly acceptable. Looking the new child over one last time, from the messy black hair crushed under a floppy yellow rain hat, to the bright red Wellington’s that were far too big for his feet, the little Winchester finally cast his eyes to the side. 

“Hi…” He mumbled as if unsure of himself. 

There was silence as the other boy stared with unnerving blue eyes, and Dean, self conscious, began to roll the small impala back and forth along the floor in front of him.

“You wanna play cars with me?” Dean finally asked in a quiet voice when the silence had become too much. 

“How do you ‘play cars?’” the mysterious child questioned after another moment of quiet. 

“It’s real easy!” Dean said, suddenly excited as he got up and went to hand  the other boy the orange car that he had been crashing into the impala earlier. “You jus’ gotta roll them around and make some beepy noises, and sometimes some screechy noises! Because some cars go real fast!” 

After that, the three year old dropped back down to the ground, and began to roll his car around on the floor beneath the new child’s feet, making a few ‘screeeee’ sound effects as he did so. The dark haired boy looked slightly confused, but eventually began to roll his borrowed car over his knee. 

“Beep, beep… Beep?” He looked to Dean for affirmation.

“Yeah! Like that!” Dean shouted, bringing the impala up and running it into the orange car. “Psssssssshck! Crash! Oh no! It’s horrible! Pssssh!”

At this the new child just stared, seemingly lost as to what was going on, and Dean stopped with a tilt of his head.

“Say, what’s you’ name kid?”

The boy tilted his head in an imitation of Dean, and gave him a thoughtful look. “Castiel. My name is Castiel.”

“Castle… Cas-steel…. Ca-caste,” Dean sputtered in an attempt to pronounce the other’s name. “No! Too hard!” He finally said, his face all red from such strenuous thinking. “Imma jus’ call you Cas.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes as he thought about the nickname, and for a moment Dean thought that he had made the boy mad. After all, he had seen his mother give that same (but much scarier) look to his father many times, and things never ended well when that look was involved. After another moment, however, the boy simply nodded and began to push his car around again. 

“Ok…. Cas is fine.”

Dean smiled in relief, and held out his hand in the same way that he had seen many adults do when meeting for the first time. “Cool! My name’s Dean. Dean Winchester!”

Castiel nodded, completely missing the gesture, and instead responded with a simple, “Hello Dean.”  

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Title: Paper Angel,  Chapter 2

Category: Supernatural

Rating: PG

Summary: AU In a world where there’s no such things as ghosts and nothing goes bump in the night Dean, trying to cope with his parent’s crumbling marriage and his mother’s untimely death, begins to see an imaginary friend by the name of Cas.

Words: 1,299

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester

Tags: Wee-chesters, AU, Dean/Cas, friendship, imaginary friends,

Written By: Muffin and Pancake

  Chapter 2

August 1987 Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Roadhouse Nursery and Daycare

               It was a number of years before Dean saw Cas again. Three year precisely since he’d seen him and two years since the death of his mom in a late night house fire started by a faulty night light in Sam’s nursery. After her death Dean’s father John has hauled him and his brother Sam to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to be closer to family friends to help raise the boys.

 He was sitting in time out in the corner of his daycare classroom. The teacher has practically dragged him there, almost ripped his arm off, after he had punched and bitten one of the other boys. It wasn’t entirely his fault though. Well, okay, it was, but Gordon deserved it. He took Dean’s baby and nearly flushed it down the toilet in the class bathroom. And nobody did that to his Impala and got away with it.

               So there Dean was, stuck sitting on a lumpy three-legged stool facing the corner. He idly stared at the wall and figured he’d probably go crazy till he heard the gently flap of wings. He turned and saw Cas in his yellow raincoat sans hat.

               Dean’s teacher, Ms. Harvelle had half a mind to reprimand Dean when she saw him talking to himself but she figured it was better than him lashing out at the other kids. Though she did make a note to call Mr. Winchester and discuss his son’s erratic behavior over the past couple of months.

               “Castle?” Dean looked around to see if anybody else in the classroom noticed the arrival of the raincoat clad child, but nobody paid any mind to the lonely child in the corner.

               “Castiel,” the dark haired boy in a monotone that seems odd coming from the mouth of someone so young. “Hello Dean Winchester.” Cas looked Dean up and down and then surveyed the room around him. “Why are you in the corner by yourself? Are you some kind of outcast? A leper perhaps?”

               “What?! No! I’m no leopard!” half shouted. He winced at the loudness of his voice and looked around and saw Ms. Harvelle giving him a stern look and he turned his attention back to his corner. He hissed, “I’m no outcast. I’m in trouble s’all….”

               “Oh,” Cas turned to the young Winchester, “my apologies.”

               “What are you doing here anyways kid?” Dean questioned.

                “I don’t know. Seemed like a good place to be, lots of toys. So why are you in trouble anyways?”

               “That dummy Gordon tried to flush my Impala down the toilet and no one hurts my baby!”

               Cas gave a slight tilt of his head, “Impala? You have a bay named after a type of car?” Cas narrowed his eyes and Dean was reminded of the hazy memory of his mother’s perplexed glares. “Aren’t you too young to have children?”

               “Wha-?” Dean sputtered. “What are you kid? I’m starting to think you’re some kind of weirdo outcast.”

               At this comment Cas frowned as if seriously considering if he was in fact a weirdo. After a couple of seconds he straightened himself and shrugged. “I don’t know what I am…..I just am.”              

               Mrs. Harvelle made her way over to Dean. “Alright Dean. Your times up, you’re free to go but no more hitting.” Dean was thrilled at his release from time out. He looked over at Cas to ask him if he wanted to play but he was gone. In his place lay a lone black feather.

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                 A couple more months passed before Dean encountered Cas again. Dean was in the middle of a short writing assignment his teacher Ms. Harvelle had given the class for the weekend when he heard the gentle flutter of wings. Dean gave a furtive glance away from his assignment. “Hey kid,” he said he before looking back down at his paper.

               “Hello Dean. What are you doing?”

               “Homework.”

               “What’s homework?” Cas questioned.

               “How do you not know what homework is kid? Don’t you go to school?”

               “Well I don’t have this ‘homework’ where I’m from,” Cas retorted with a flourish of air quotations.

               Dean gave Cas a look like he’d sprung a second head. “”You’re a strange guy, you know that right?”

               “Dean? Who are you talking to in there?” a voice called from the kitchen. Bobby Singer walked into the living room where Dean was seated on the floor, with his stumpy legs splayed under the coffee table. Two year old Sam toddle along after him.

Dean was going to answer but seeing as Cas had disappeared he thought better of it. “Uh. No one Uncle Bobby.”

“Well wash up for dinner. It’s almost ready.”

“Yes sir,” Dean replied. “Um…Bobby. Do you know when my Dad will be back?”

“Hard to say son. Maybe a day or two. Can’t say for sure.” Bobby wasn’t sure how to tell Dean that his father hadn’t called since he’d left to find a job in Tulsa. He knew that if the job fell through John would likely take his sweet time returning. He hadn’t been able to face the boys for more than a month’s time since Mary’s death. With the puppy eyes Dean was giving him Bobby didn’t have to heart to say the truth. “I’m sure he’ll call,” Bobby finally mustered. “Now help your brother wash up.” With that he walked back into the kitchen.

“Dean!” Sammy shouted gleefully. “Where’s friend?”

“What friend?” Dean asked, holding out his arms to his little brother

“Friend,” Sam squeaked, waddling into Dean’s arms. “Hearimd you talk.”

“Oh, Dean picked Sam up, blowing a few stray hairs out his face making him giggle. “I was just talking to myself. Because I’m silly like that.”

Sam looked at his brother with big hazel eyes like he didn’t believe him. “What?” Dean finally asked after about half a minute of staring.

“It ok,” Sam said, patting Dean’s face with a pudgy little hand. “I has ‘magin friends too.”

“What Sammy? What are you babbling about? I don’t have any imaginary friends.” They entered the downstairs bathroom of Bobby’s house and Dean sat Sammy up on the sink. He took the little boy’s hands, smiling at the squeals of glee he let out, and began to wipe his hands with a wet cloth.

“So who’s your ‘maginary friend?”

“I already told you Sammy. There’s no imaginary friend. Imaginary friends are for babies.”

With that comment Sammy began to holler and cry. “No they’re not!” he wailed.

The younger Winchester continued to fuss until Dean finally said, “Okay no they’re not.”

Sammy stopped fussing and began to rub at his eyes. “So what’s your friend like?” he asked, jumping right back into the conversation.

Dean gave a defeated sigh and set the washcloth down on the sink. “Well….he’s kind of short. He has really dark, messy hair and he has a bright yellow raincoat with red boots kind of like Paddington bear. And he’s really weird….kind of like you!” Dean said and began to tickle Sammy’s sides. Sam let out a ridiculously loud squeal and laughed until Bobby came in to see what the hell was going on.  He just shook his head and sent the boys out to the dining room where his wife was setting up their dinner.

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Title: Baelfire’s Lullaby

Category: Once Upon a Time

Rating: PG

Prompt: (Requested by softly-shadowed) Rumpelstiltskin sings a lullaby he used to sing to Bae to one the babies he collected with his deals, perhaps with special emphasis on how he has changed (both physically and emotionally) since Baelfire was a baby.

Words: 874

Characters: Rumplestiltskin, Baelfire, Milah

Written By: Muffin

It was another restless night in Rumpelstiltskin and Milah’s cottage.  Only half a year old and Baelfire had taken to fussing and crying as twilight approached each night. He had no fever or hunger to speak of but he’d give such a wail as to wake the whole village. Milah was on end, hands wringing through her hair. Rumpelstiltskin tried his best to calm her while Bae howled in his crib. “He’ll stop soon love. The cryin’ just due to a little colic. It’ll pass.” Rumple tried to say in a soothing tone. But no words of comfort would appease Milah. She half screeched “Who knows why he cries Rumple?! Maybe he cries for the grief of knowing his father is a coward. Maybe he cries to know he has no honor in this life thanks to you!” Rumpelstiltskin shrank back at the insult. Milah threw her hands in the air. “I can’t take this. Gods be damned, I can’t” and with a final huff she stormed out the front door.

Rumple fought back tears as Baelfire gave another wail. Wiping at his eyes Rumple hobbled to his son’s crib and scooped the fussy lad infant into his arms. “Hush laddie. It’ll be alright. I love you and your mum’ll return in a while” he assured but he had no idea when or even if Milah would come back.  He shambled across the one room cottage to the rocking chair by the fire. As he tried to gently set himself down his leg gave a dull ache, a piercing reminder of his cowardliness. Soon he settled and began to rock the mewling babe.  He then gave gentle hum and began to sing.

“Lullaby, twilight is spreading Silver wings over the sky; Fairy elves are softly treading, Folding buds as they pass by. Lullaby, whisper and sigh, Lullaby, lullaby.

Lullaby, deep in the clover Drone the bees softly to rest; Close white lids your dear eyes over, Father's arms shall be your rest. Lullaby, whisper and sigh, Lullaby, lullaby.”

As the fire crackled low in the hearth Baelfire ceased his whimpering and eased gentle into the fold of sleep. Soon after Rumpelstiltskin's rocking began to slow and then stopped entirely. And for the briefest moment as the night washed across the land they were at peace and Rumpelstiltskin's heart was beaming.

  The Dark One sauntered briskly through the forests with a young babe in his arms. He’d just closed a deal with the child’s mother. She had begged and pleaded to let her keep the newborn girl but as everyone in the Enchanted Forest knows magic always comes with a price and to be honest enchanted swords with the ability to slay Jabberwockys are expensive. Rumple had known when he’d made the deal that the woman would have a child even though she had laughed and rolled her eyes as she signed the contract. “Why would I ever fall in love and bear a child? Love is for the weak.”

 Ah, she had been right in saying it was for the weak. But the Dark One had known even then that she would lock eyes with her true love across the field of battle and they’d get weak kneed and gooey eyed for each other. Love was one of the strongest tools in Rumpelstiltskin's trade. He couldn't bottle it or make it out of thin air, but he could toy with it. Bend people’s will with it. Even now the couple he was bring the child to, were being bent under its power, giving up a pricey and highly magically family heirloom in exchange for a child they couldn't produce themselves.

Abruptly a howl came from a distance and the babe woke with a cry. Rumple held the babe out in front of him at arm’s length and the babe continued its mewling. “Why do they do that?” Rumple mused aloud to himself. It had been nearly half a century since he’d last held a babe and he’d quite forgotten why they cried so much and why anyone would bother.

Suddenly Rumpelstiltskin was struck with an odd, quivering feeling. Memories itched in the back of his skull. Brief glances of Bae and lengthy nights in front of the hearth. All at once he pulled the babe close to his body, cradling her head gently in the crook of his elbow, he began to hum softly.

 “Lullaby, twilight is spreading

Silver wings over the sky;

Fairy elves are softly treading,

Folding buds as they pass by.

Lullaby, whisper and sigh,

Lullaby, lullaby.

Lullaby, deep in the clover

Drone the bees softly to rest;

Close white lids your dear eyes over,

Rumple's arms shall be your rest.

Lullaby, whisper and sigh,

Lullaby, lullaby.”

  The babe settled once more. As Rumpelstiltskin concluded his lullaby he felt a pinch of pain in his leg and felt as though he would stumble. His heart beat in his chest and his thoughts whirled to the point where his teeth ached. He shook his head and gave a toothy grimace. As memories of warm, cozy nights and soft twilight faded he marched forward on his trek through the murky, cool forest, determined to make his delivery and be done with the sniveling infant brat. 

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Fandoms of Tumblr, Hello!

This is basically a blog that my good friend Muffin and I have created in an attempt to fight off boredom, and to stay motivated by writing all of you wonderful people fanfiction! We may not be the best authors around, but I can guarantee that we will do our best to entertain, and offer all of the feels you could ever ask for! 

Allow me to introduce you to the fandoms that we follow.

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Avengers and all related movies

Supernatural

Doctor Who

Games of Thrones

The Hobbit/Lord of the rings

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Being Human

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Sherlock

Hawaii Five 0

Teen Wolf

Once Upon a Time

If it turns out that you also follow any of these fandoms, please come and pester us to write you something nice! Or sad. Whatever you may be into. 

Also, feel free to introduce us (or at least me) to other fandoms that you may want us to write for. We're always looking for new and wonderful things to throttle us with feels! 

Please feel free to message us with any ideas! We love a good challenge!

~Pancake

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Title: Dwalin’s Huggy Time Daycare Center

Rating: G (PG? I don’t know...)

Summary: AU. Fili and Kili have lost track of two of the children that attend the daycare they work at. I’m really horrible at summaries... Just know this is kind of a cracky fic. I guess...

Words: 1,996

Characters: Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bilbo, Merry, Pippin

Relationships: None (maybe Fili/Kili if you squint)

Written By: Pancake

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“Merry...” Kili kneeled down so he was closer to the six year old’s height, and put on what he hoped was a trustworthy smile. “I need you tell us where Pippin is hiding. I know you know.”

Merry regarded the brunette for a moment, an inner debate showing clear on his young face, and for a couple of seconds, Kili allowed himself to be hopeful. Then, as if sensing that hope, the child put on the most serious face he could, squared his shoulders, and said, “I’m really sorry Mr. Kili, but I don’t think I can release that information right now.”

“Merry, you little shit!” Fili growled, looming over his brother’s shoulder. “You tell us where your cousin is hiding, or so help me, I will bury you out on the playground!” 

Had this been  a less serious situation, Kili may have laughed at the startled look that the copper haired boy had adopted. However, being that the young Brandybuck was the only one who could tell them where the missing Took child had gone, he made quick to apologize for his brother’s behavior instead. Alas, he hadn’t even gotten his mouth open to reassure the child that Fili would never actually do such a thing, when Merry had fled. Presumably to hide himself away as well. 

“Fili, you troll!”

“What?” The blonde asked as his, not so, little brother stood to face him. “Being nice obviously wasn’t working, so I figured I would give bad cop a try.”

“Well it didn’t work, now did it?!” Kili seethed at his brother’s stupidity. “And, now we’re missing two children! Ugh!” He dragged his palms down the side of his face in distress. “Mr. Boggins is going to kill us!”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Brother! Mr. Baggins wouldn’t hurt a fly, even if he could.” Fili put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, and Kili managed a small smile in return. “It’s Mr. Dwalin you’ll want to be worrying about. Now, he may very well kill you once he finds out that we’ve lost the children.”

At this, Kili let out a noise that could only be described as that, that a dying whale might make. 

“OH GOD!” He cried. “I’m going to die at the age of twenty!”

“Probably,” the elder of the two agreed. 

“There’s so much I haven’t gotten to do with my life! I haven’t graduated college, and found my dream job! I haven’t gotten to go to any of the places that I want to visit! Spain! Italy! Russia! I haven’t gotten to waste the rest of my saving on a sporty car that I know I don’t need, but that will make me look cool!”

“Yeah. Sucks for you.”

“I haven’t gotten to experience true love!”

“Tragic.”

“I haven’t even gotten to have sex yet!”

“... Really?”

“Bro!” Kili twisted his fists in  the front of his brother’s shirt, and Fili complained about stretching fabric. “We have to find these kids!”

Thus, the Durin brothers embarked on a quest to find the missing children of, “Dwalin’s Huggy Time Daycare Center,” which in truth shouldn’t have taken them that long. After all, there were only so many places two boys could hide within the two story building. So, when they had no luck finding them on the first level, trying their best to look innocent in front of their gruff employer, they moved to the play area in the basement. There, they were met with the same amount of luck, and Kili began to panic again.

“What if we never find them?!”

“Calm down, Kili. We’ll find them,” Fili said, swatting at his brother’s hands when they began pulling at brown locks. “We just... We need to do something that will draw them out of their hiding spot.”

“Like what?!” The younger snapped.

“I don’t know!” The blond held his hands up in surrender, and stopped to think. “Dude. Punch me in the stomach.”

“What?!” Kili looked horrified. “I am not going to punch you in the stomach!”

“Then pretend to.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

The brunette frowned, but having no other ideas of his own, he lifted his fist, and hit his brother weakly in the abdomen. Fili let out an exaggerated wheeze, and clutched at his stomach. 

“Kili! What are you doing?!” He yelled in an overly dramatic voice. Then, in a whisper, he added, “Pretend to hit me again.”

Kili did so, and the elder let out a cartoonish cry before holding the back of a hand to his forehead and claiming that he didn’t have the strength to fight back. Then, he let himself fall to the ground, his arms and legs spread to either side, and his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. Unamused, the younger brunette raised a brow at his brother’s act. This was possibly the stupidest thing the other had ever come up with, and he would have no more of it. But, before he could find his voice to complain, he was being knocked to the ground by a pair of yelling children.

“Fifi, no! We save you!” Pippin cried.

The three year old quickly abandoned Kili, leaving Merry to deal with the traitor, in favor of checking on Fili who was now smiling from his spot on the floor. He patted the older blond on the cheek, then gave him a hug, tiny arms barely reaching across his chest.

“Is ok Fifi! You safe now! Mewwy and me save you from mean ol’ Kiwi!”

“What?!” Kili glared at his brother as he tried to dislodge the elder of the cousins from around his legs with no luck.

“Oh, thank you, Young Master Pippin!” Fili said, bringing a hand up to ruffle the boy’s blond curls. “I don’t know what I would have done if you two hadn’t come to the rescue!”

“No! This is crazy!” Kili complained. He looked down at Merry who was still fighting to hold him hostage. “Merry, he was mean to you earlier! Remember? Why are you helping him?!”

“Sorry Mr. Kili,” Merry said, not sounding the least bit sorry, “but Pip was upset that you were attacking Mr. Fili, and I can’t have my baby cousin being upset.”

Kili let out an exasperated sigh and buried his face in his hands. Convincing Pippin that Fili was actually a blond Simba was possibly the worst decision he had ever made, as the child had been enamored with the Elder Durin ever since. So, really, none of this should surprise him. He couldn’t even be mad at his brother because he had indeed found a way to draw the two boys out of hiding. 

“Ah, there they are.” 

Both brothers shot up, a shared look of embarrassment settling on their faces, as their employer looked on disapprovingly from the bottom of the stairs, one of his clients standing awkwardly at his side.

“Unca Bi’bo!” Pippin squealed once he noticed the shorter man.

He grabbed Fili’s hand and pulled until the blond stood up, then directed him over to the two older men.

“Unca Bi’bo! We save Fifi!” 

“Well,” Bilbo smiled down at the small boy, “That was very nice of you. I’m sure Mr. Fili appreciated your help very much.”

The child beamed as his uncle glanced up at the caretaker still being held by a small hand, and Fili let out a nervous laugh. He could never tell what Mr. Baggins was thinking, and it drove him crazy sometimes. Now, for example, the man wore a completely blank expression. No emotion whatsoever. For all Fili knew, the man could be placing a silent curse on him. Lucky for him, though, Bilbo’ss attention was soon captured by the appearance of Merry, who had apparently decided Kili was no longer a threat to his cousin’s favorite teacher. 

Once the boys had been returned to their uncle’s care, they all made their way back to the top floor where two more boys waited by the coat racks. One, Frodo, smiled as his troublesome cousins ran to reunite with him, the tales from their day already spilling from their tongues. The other, Samwise, a rather timid boy, though brave when he needed to be, stood a bit behind his friends, and looked at the floor as though he was trying to memorize its exact pattern. Bilbo managed to wrestle the two smaller boys into their jackets with the help of the older boys, and soon they were off, waving their goodbyes as they got into his car and drove away.

“So...” Fili and Kili froze as two large hands were placed on their shoulders. “Care to explain what you boys were up to all day?”

“Oh... Just, you know, watching the kids...” Fili managed to squeak out.

“Really?” Dwalin said, grip tightening. “So why is it then, that the only person I’ve seen doing any real work today, is Mr. Bofur?

For a moment the brother’s were silent, neither wanting to give anything away. But, eventually, the stress became too much, and Kili let out a sob.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Dwalin!” He cried. “It’s just- Pippin got away from us this morning, and then we tried to get Merry to tell us where he was! But Fili scared him away!”

“Hey!” Fili grumbled at the betrayal of information.

“So, then both of them were missing, and we were just trying to find them! I promise, we didn’t mean to leave Mr. Bofur all on his own! We just didn’t want the boys to get hurt!”

By now the brunette was practically in tears, and Fili rolled his eyes. He loved his brother to death, but the youngest Durin could be ridiculously emotional at times. Dwalin regarded the two for a moment longer. Then, with a final squeeze of their shoulders, he let go, and smirked.

“Aye. You boys did all right. I would have preferred  you hadn’t lost the boys in the first place, but at least you found them safe and sound. Let’s not let this kind of thing happen again though, yeah? Mr. Bofur may be a patient man, but he’s no saint.” 

The older man laughed, and Fili and Kili exchanged nervous glances before joining in. They would definitely have to find a way to repay Bofur for covering their halves of the work as well as his own. Perhaps a few rounds at the bar later on. Or maybe they could buy him a new hat. The one he had now was beginning to fall apart, and Fili was almost positive he had seen a new one just like it online. 

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Once all of the children had been picked up, the brothers helped clean up the mess of toys that had been left out. Their stressful day had finally come to an end. They said their goodbyes to the other workers, and promised to be of more help in the morning. Then, they began their walk back to the three bedroom house that they shared with their mother and uncle.

“By the way,” Kili said about half way home.

“Hm?”

He punched the blond in the shoulder, and Fili yelped in surprise.

“What was that for?!” the elder growled, rubbing at his now sore joint.

“That,” Kili said, “Is for making our job more difficult than it needed to be today! And, this,” he placed a chaste kiss on his brother’s cheek, a small smile pulling at his lips, “Is for helping me find the boys.”

Fili grinned, and threw an arm out, earning a muffled laugh when he brought the brunette in for a light noogie.

“What can I say? I’m just a really nice guy.”

He let his brother go in favor of giving him a quick side hug, then let his hand fall back to his side where the younger immediately snatched it up into his own. Neither could have asked for a better day.

[pnmfanficchallenge]

Title: Real Power

Rating: PG (I guess) 

Summary: Kind of a continuation of “The Word.” It’s from the same rp anyway. Again, I should never be allowed to play Loki.

Words: 547

Characters: Loki, Thor, Tony Stark

Pairings: Loki/Beards

Loki had lost his god damned mind. Which, actually wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence for the raven haired god of mischief. This time, however, even Tony had to admit that the god's crazy was a whole staircase above what it usually was. 

"What in the hell is he doing?" Tony finally asked after pushing Loki's hand away from his face for the umpteenth time that day. This earned him a glare from the other, but he really couldn't bring himself to care.

On the other side of the couch, Thor sighed. "I cannot claim to understand the madness that plagues my brother's mind Friend Stark."

          The larger of the two gods grabbed the slender hand that was brushing cold fingers threw his own golden beard, and lowered it to his chest, only to have it immediately replaced by the other. If Thor was honest with himself, he didn't really mind the petting. It felt rather nice actually. However, the strangeness of his brother's mood would not allow him to enjoy the affection he was receiving.

"Brother," he said, pinning the other hand as well, "please stop."

          Loki let out a whiny noise of displeasure but stilled his hands none the less, and forcibly pushed himself back into the couch. With his arms crossed over his chest in defiance, and a very defined frown upon his face, the trickster could easily rival the attitude of any child who had just been denied candy. Tony wasn't exactly sure he felt comfortable sitting next to the mischief maker at this point, but he was far too lazy to get up, so he remained. 

          Silence fell heavy and awkward over the three men, the two on the ends of the couch finding the most boring item they could to focus their attentions on, and Loki staring straight ahead, pout still holding strong. This lull lasted for what felt like a lifetime, when in reality it had only been a couple of minutes. Then, and Tony wasn't even the least bit surprised by this, the billionaire felt as the middle man once again began to molest his facial hair. Thor sighed from the other end of the couch, signifying that his facial hair too was once more under attack by a long fingered hand. Loki began to cackle and the two men under attack looked at him with questioning glances. When Tony raised a brow at the thunder god sitting across the trickster, he received nothing more than a weary look of confusion in return.

"Yesssss...." Loki practically purred once his cackles had died away. He continued to massage the fine hairs of the jaws he held, and both men shuddered. "All of the power..."

          And, then Tony was off the couch, suddenly deciding that he needed to stretch his legs. Thor must have also had enough of his brother's craziness for one day because the next thing Tony knew, the blonde god had stood up and slung the raven haired lunatic over one of his shoulders. This earned another round of mad cackles to which Thor just patted Loki's back and carried him out of the room. 

          Tony wasn't sure what the fuck was going on lately, but it was starting to get a little bit weird even for him.

[pnmfanficchallenge]

Title: The Word

Rating: PG (for language? Or something...)

Summary: I don’t even know... Based off of an extremely spontaneous rp between friends. I should never be allowed to play Loki.

Words: 245

Characters: Loki, Tony Stark

Pairings: Loki/Tony’s Beard

Written By: Pancake

-------------------- Tony Stark's eye twitched ever so slightly as the quiet tune of a song began to play in the back of his mind. A song that he absolutely could not stand. And, one that he knew the god of mischief had placed there.

"Tony." Loki slowly approached the billionaire, looking like a cat that was trying to play off its predatory intent as an innocent passing. "Tony, have you heard?"

          The dark haired man, so much taller than Tony was, looked down at the billionaire as he stopped in front of him. A pale hand reached forward and slim fingers wove themselves into the beard that Tony wore so proudly. And, Tony had no idea as to what the actual fuck was happening. He tried to pull back, but the Asgardian trickster wouldn't let him. Another hand found its way to the back of his head, and began to stroke lazily through the shorter locks of hair that resided there.

"Have you heard?" Loki asked again, leaning in until their chests were almost touching, and his lips were just next to the smaller man's ear.

          And this was all beginning to be too much for the youngest Stark.

"That the bird is the word?"

          Tony let out a string of curses as the music in his head intensified, and Loki cackled madly as he continued to scratch the shorter man's beard. This was definitely not the way Tony had imagined his day would turn out.

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Dear Jen,

Thanks to you posting something on here, I finally remembered that this blog exists!

And, then I realized that I have been writing ridiculous fanfictions, and non of them have found their way here! 

This shall be fixed today! 

Prepare for all of the fanfictions! 

And, by all, I mean about four...

Four that you have already read... 

Sincerely,

~Chelsea