Sun Wukong, the Monkey King and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, was legendary. So was his son and only heir, Qi Xiaotian, known as the Star Prince, the apple of his father and father-in-law's eyes. Both of them had their names written down in the history books for their actions.
Nothing had changed much.
Macaque pretended like it didn't stab him in the heart, watching from the shadows, seeing how much better their lives were. His name was gone from their minds, their hearts, from any record. The only person who knew the Six-Eared Macaque was the one who put him here, and it broke his heart.
Promp from Albert x Louis fic or maybe Mycal that some might use. Or perhaps it covers all the ships, from Alwill to Sherlia to LouisxWilliam, passing through MoranxWill.
"Well, stop saying that wanting a strong man to save you is sexist! Maybe all I want is to sit back for once in my life and let a cute, smart, sexy, sweet man do all the work!"
I wrote this from a prompt on twitter, you can find the prompt here
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Dean hadn’t expected the house to catch fire. They’d done this a thousand times. The body in the cellar had been the root of the family's ghost problem so it was a simple salt and burn… that was until the flames caught on every available surface, quickly snaking up the stairs and into the main house. Cas had made Sam and Dean leave, insisting that he’d go back for the family. So now, Dean stood on the side of the road, watching the flames lick higher.
The family’s two kids stood with Sam, who had wrapped them up in a blanket from the Impala’s trunk. Cas had gone back in for the mother and Dean waited anxiously, checking his watch every couple of seconds as the minutes slowly ticked by.
Five.
Eight.
Ten.
“He should be back out by now,” Dean said.
Sam looked up from the kids, squinting at the house. “I’m sure he’s fine.”
“But what if he isn’t?” It was a muttered question, more to himself than to Sam.
The longer he waited on the sidewalk, the more concerned he became. The flames, the heat, it was all too familiar. He glanced at the kids, his thoughts wandering back to when he was four years old, standing outside of his own burning house, holding a baby Sam in his arms, waiting for his mother to walk out. She never did.
What if Cas was hurt in there? He couldn’t wait anymore. Decision made, he started towards the house at a run.
“Dean!” Sam shouted after him, but Dean wasn’t listening.
Dean managed to push his way into the house without getting singed too badly. Smoke quickly filled his lungs with every breath and he forced down a cough as he screamed Cas’s name.
“Cas!?” he shouted as he moved through the house. “Cas!?”
Panic started to take hold of Dean as he moved from room to room, avoiding falling beams as the house creaked and groaned under the fire’s assault. Cas wasn’t downstairs. Dean turned his feet towards the stairs. The living room was now almost fully engulfed in flames and Dean knew that if he went up he wouldn’t be able to get back down, but he didn’t care.
“Cas!?” he called out over another cough as he climbed the stairs. “Cas!?”
He reached the top landing and started searching the rooms. The roar of the fire in his ears almost drowned out the sound of his heart pumping furiously with fear. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. He’d lost his mother in flames, he refused to let Cas burn too.
“Cas!?” he cried out, tears dampened his cheeks, streaking through the soot that caked his face. The smoke was becoming too much, his knees gave out under him as he hit the floor. His eyes burned, from tears or from the smoke Dean didn’t know. He could see the orange glow of fire climbing the stairs and he wondered just how badly it hurt to burn.
The sound of a door opening registered in the back of his mind. Footsteps shook the floor and then hands were pulling him up. “Dean, what are you doing in here? Are you alright?”
Cas.
Cas was here.
Cas was okay.
Dean didn’t care that they were in the middle of a burning house that could come down with them in it at any moment, he just grabbed onto Cas’s stupid trench coat and tugged him forward into the sloppiest, most desperate, kiss Dean had ever had.
“Don’t ever do that again,” Dean cried once they’d separated.
“Do what?” Cas asked. He was staring at Dean in surprise, blue eyes hazy in the smoke-filled hallway.
“Disappear like that. I thought you-” Dean broke off into a cough and then suddenly Dean was in Cas’s arms. He couldn’t find it in himself to complain as Cas walked towards the stairs. “Uh, Cas, the stairs aren’t exactly stable.”
Cas only smiled down at Dean, and within seconds the flames that had been hungrily eating the steps cleared to the sides, allowing Cas a path to walk down. “You forget, I’m an angel.”
Dean could only stare at Cas in shock as the front door swung open and Cas walked them out into the fresh air. Cas set Dean down a safe distance away and then Cas’s fingers were on his forehead and Dean felt his lungs clear of smoke. “Thanks.”
“Of course,” Cas replied with a soft smile.
Dean cleared his throat, trying to avoid eye contact as he asked, “uh, where’s the Mom?”
“I handed her off to some firefighters,” Cas replied.
Dean had been too caught up in Cas to see that the fire department had arrived. The family had been reunited, alive and (mostly) well. “Oh.”
“You kissed me.”
Dean rubbed at the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“Do you regret it?” Cas asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Um, well, no, but uh, I-” Fuck. He hadn’t meant to kiss Cas, it just sort of happened in the heat of the moment (literally).
“You came into the fire… for me,” Cas said slowly.
“Yeah. I did.”
“Why?”
“I got worried. The last time someone I loved was in a burning building they died.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He just told Cas he loved him and Cas now was looking at him with an expression Dean couldn’t read.
“I’m sorry I caused you worry, Dean,” Cas said as he took a step towards Dean. “And I suppose now would be the time to tell you that I love you too.”
Dean’s heart fluttered in his chest. He hadn’t dared to hope… “you do?”
“Yes. I’d like to kiss you again, if you’re amiable.”
“Cas,” Dean said, a grin starting to split his cheeks, “I’m ‘amiable’ for any and all kisses you want to give me.” Cas’s lips met Dean’s and sighed into the kiss. This heat, the one between them, fire had absolutely nothing on it.
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My first prompt fic is up for Clint Barton Bingo! This was, of course, “Roommates.” How could anyone resist that. This will be connected to the rest of row two, but I’m trying to keep these kinda shortish? This row won’t be WinterHawk-y at all, but hopefully it’ll still make for some decent reading.
Thanks for @bigbandbombshell and @elenorasweet for slapping this in front of my face so much that I had to give in and get a card, and then for nudging me to actually write something for it.
Recently I was watching AMVs film, and when I saw the clip from the movie There You'll Be Pearl Harbor I began to imagine a fic over this film.
It would be a story SteveTony ..
Tony = Evelyn
Steve = Rafe
Bucky = Danny
I really think it's a bad idea.
And I wonder if someone had the courage to read.
someone?
