Code Hazelnut... could be getting wild in the next BIG story-
Based off the long anticipated XANAfied PA story... except I think I'm gonna go with the other idea I had and make it a polymorph clone instead because one, it's a little TOO extreme to be doing possession storylines right now, and two, to put it simply, I made PA suffer enough as is in this AU already lmao.
Before that though, I got a lighthearted oneshot for the AU coming up also (just having to describe it here is gonna spoil a major twist, so read the fic on my Wattpad if you haven't already!!), just so we can relax after the intense and dramatic key story lol XD
Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Stealth Crossover: Guardians of Childhood
Summary: Since the Magical Revelation, strange things tended to happen a lot more often and openly, and it was usually best to check with a magical before deciding if something was cause for alarm or just another Thursday. And then Jack came home from school with two shadows.
For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!
Prompt: Day 19: Shadow
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EVER SINCE THE Magical Revelation had happened in the year 2000, it had slowly become more and more commonplace for humans to encounter literally fantastical things in their day to day lives, particularly if they lived in one of the openly Integrated cities and neighborhoods that were cropping up all over the place. Quite a few misunderstandings had happened over behaviors that humans saw as threatening while other species were honestly trying to be friendly. Cas and Jimmy had seen quite a few things once they got to college that would have been quite strange to them growing up, and relied a lot on their magical dorm mates to help them sort out what was actually cause for alarm and what was just another Tuesday.
So when the door to Lighthouse CommodiTeas opened to let in a rather distracted Jack who appeared to be muttering to himself, Jimmy didn't immediately twig to something being off. Even when Jack joined the line at the counter rather than going straight to his usual after school corner table to start on his homework, it was a little odd but not cause for alarm. It was only when Jimmy caught sight of the second shadow along the floor next to Jack's extending from the boy's feet that Jimmy started to get concerned.
He handed off the iced Unicorn Berry Latte he had just finished making, gave Charlie the covert "calling in the big guns" sign, and ducked into the kitchen. "Hey, boss, got a minute?"
Sam, alerted to the potential trouble more from being called "boss" by Jimmy than by his tone, set down his pen and closed the notebook around it. "Category?"
Jimmy shook his head with a grimace. The category system was a nice shorthand for the types of customers that meant capital-T Trouble and usually required the half-faerie's special brand of encouragement towards good behavior. A category one to two was usually a particularly entitled Karen-type who wanted to speak to the manager. Category three was the harassment types, the ones who thought a barista was there to service them in other ways besides just making a drink or warming up one of their cookies, muffins, or scones. Category four was the religious bigots who occasionally came in with crosses or a petition to try and make the "devil's creatures" leave their neighborhood even though Avalon was one of the most heavily magical boroughs on Seven Mile Island. Category five was the violent types, and those usually got Sam's attention from the yelling well before someone had to come back and get him.
This wasn't something Jimmy knew how to categorize. "What's it mean if Jack comes in talking to someone I can't see and has two shadows?"
"Did he look scared or hurt?" was the predictable first question, which Jimmy also wasn't sure how to answer.
"He didn't look scared, exactly," he said, frowning as he thought back. "Preoccupied, yeah, and he got in line rather than go to his usual table."
"Hm," Sam frowned and got up. "I'm glad you came and got me. It's probably nothing to worry about, but..."
"Better safe than sorry?" Jimmy offered as he followed Sam back out to the front counter.
"Something like that," Sam agreed, sounding a bit preoccupied himself now. Charlie finished handing off the change for the customer just ahead of Jack and slid away to make the man's drink just as Sam and Jimmy got to the register. "What's going on, kiddo?"
"Mixy Nox needs help, Father," Jack said solemnly, with more formality than Jimmy had ever heard from him. He looked up and his eyes flared a strange dark silver. "Please, my prince."
The hairs on the back of Jimmy's neck stood up. That was not Jack's voice speaking, much deeper and carrying an undercurrent of something that scratched at the back of his mind like branches on a window in the middle of the night. He glanced up sharply at Sam, hoping for a clue as to whether this was cause for alarm or not, but Sam didn't even so much as flinch.
"What do you need, Nox?" he asked softly, his own expression going very serious.
"There is a boy," that strange voice intoned with Jack's mouth. "His name is Matthew Alphonse Pike. His father is a real estate developer in the territory called Oklahoma. He has been warned of a curse on the land on which his company means to build houses, that Kahnanesgi will protect the land from defilement. He thinks sacrificing his son, who has affinity for Kahnanesgi's children, will break the curse."
"Idiot," Sam hissed under his breath even as Jimmy bit back a curse of his own. The Revelation had brought back a lot of superstitions and fearmongering with the knowledge that magical beings, creatures, and old gods were very, very real, and the government didn't always have a handle on stopping the more extreme groups from doing something incredibly stupid. Jimmy rubbed at the ring on his left thumb and resisted the urge to press close against Sam's side. "Alright, Nox, come on out of my son and we'll go talk about how to help your boy and the price it will cost."
Sam held out a hand, and Jack shuddered before a dark silver light seemed to seep out of his skin to form a glowing orb that hovered in Sam's palm. Jimmy caught Sam's eye, read the pleading there, and nodded shortly, taking his place as Sam stepped back and swiftly carried the floating orb into the back. Jimmy looked down at Jack, possessing only one shadow now and looking a little pale around the metaphorical gills. "You want a hot cocoa, Jack?"
"Yes, please, Mr Jimmy," Jack mumbled, shivering a little before seeming to settle. He looked up, a little sheepish. "I'm sorry if Mixy Nox scared you. Their physical form is kinda stuck in a tree back in the main courtyard of the Summer Palace, so they hafta connect with someone to talk when they're running errands between the Realms. It doesn't hurt, s'just kinda cold."
"So long as you're sure you're alright, I'll take your word for it," Jimmy said, mentally resolving to double check that verdict with Sam just in case. Jack still looked rather cold and the hot cocoa was going to take a bit to make, so Jimmy shrugged out of the open flannel shirt he'd been wearing over his uniform T-shirt and leaned over the counter to drape it around Jack's shoulders. "Go on and sit down and I'll bring your drink out to you."
"Thanks, Papa J!" Jack chirped, burrowing into the flannel and all but skipping over to his usual table, leaving Jimmy to stare after him and try to convince himself that he had actually heard the boy say that.
And then he shook himself and traded places with Charlie to go make the mug of hot cocoa.
Warnings: Mentions of a canonical character death, head injury, fainting
Fandom: Ghostbusters
Pairings: Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige Spengler
So, this is going to be part of my Ghostbusters/Frighteners crossover, which crosses with my post-movie Frighteners series Altered Perceptions, with the canon Ghostbusters ‘verse, and with my Cathleen Lives AU.
Enjoy!
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Cathleen let out a cry of both surprise and pain as she felt herself hit the ground. She still had her proton pack, so she was just on her back, like a turtle that turned onto its shell and was stuck. She was expecting her head to hit the side of the Ecto, so it was an honest relief to her.
She pressed her hands against the ground to try to push herself up to a sitting position. As she sat up, she noticed that the ground wasn’t as... grassy.
She opened her eyes, her jaw almost dropping when she saw the tall skyscrapers before her.
She had lived in this city for almost thirty years, not counting the year when she and Egon lived in Cambridge when he was studying at M.I.T.
But... how could this have happened? And besides getting her out of the way, why would Gozer have sent her back to New York?
Suddenly, she saw a flash of blue whoosh past her. Despite the weight of her pack, she jumped to her feet and ran after it.
That was definitely a ghost. She couldn’t tell what class it was, but if she...
Shit, Phoebe had the PKE!
She followed the ghost for what felt like miles and miles before it stopped. Well, not so much stopped, and more like was caught in what looked very much like a proton stream.
To her right, she spotted the new “No Ghosts” logo that they had installed at the firehouse after they had returned in 1989. But last she had heard, some shitty coffee chain had bought the firehouse.
“I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM!” a familiar voice yelled.
The hairs on her body seemed to stand on end as she heard that voice that she knew so well. Her head whipped back to see where it was coming from...
It was Egon.
Alive and well, looking as he had thirty years ago.
And there was Ray, and Peter, and Winston...
And a couple of people that she didn’t recognized standing behind her husband.
One of them was a man with brown hair, and a woman with raven curls. The man was holding the woman protectively as they watched the scene in front of them.
The ghost seemed to be beginning to release itself from the stream, so Egon called for assistance. Both Peter and Ray attempted to help, but Winston couldn’t because he was working on the trap.
Cathleen quickly retrieved her gun, and shot out a proton stream that coiled around the ghost like a lasso. She kept her eye on the little spook, but she could sense the surprised looks and eyes on her. Winston opened the trap, and she, Egon, Peter, and Ray carefully lowered the ghost down until the trap began to suck it in.
The trap shut closed, and Cathleen allowed herself to look at the people before her.
But most of all, Egon.
He was standing before her-- happy, healthy, and alive.
“Cath?!” he called out her name in confusion before his face broke out into a smile.
The kind of smile that one would have if they haven’t had a reason to in a long time.
“CATH!”
“Egon...” she was able to breathe his name before darkness claimed her.
down on my head (chapter 1) (2364 words) by scriveyner
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron)
Additional Tags: urban fantasy au, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, established setting, Useless Vampires, Half-breeds, Selkies, Stealth Crossover, Cameos, Demons Are Assholes, Eventual Kallura (Maybe)
Series: Part 28 of Voltron Fic Collection, Part 2 of The World Below
It’s nearly four in the morning before he finally has the time to take a break. His computer is, well, computing, and he hasn’t moved in more time than he cares to count. His temporary boss gave him five minutes and despite the urgency of the situation, Stiles was finally ready to take it.
His body groans and cracks when he stumbles out of Garcia’s office, something that has her hiss out an understanding wince before she’s back to her own multitude of computers.
He doesn’t shut the door all the way, catching it with a free hand before it latches. His key card is inside and he doesn’t want to disrupt her anymore than necessary when he returns. The break room is thankfully within a short distance, though he makes a pit stop at the restroom on the way to piss and wash his face a little. It’s empty when he walks in, which wasn’t unexpected given the time. If Garcia hadn’t asked for his help, he wouldn’t be there either.
He finds an unopened box of generic waffles in the freezer, no name attached and a use-by date less than three days away. He looks around, shrugs, and opens the box anyway, sliding out two slightly frost-burnt waffles and throwing them in the toaster before settling down into the nearby table with a groan and a coffee mug full of water.
He doesn’t fall asleep so much as doze off for a minute, startling himself awake when the toaster dings and ejects the waffles. When he gets up, it’s to smack right into a body he certainly hadn’t expected. He blearily backs up and apologizes before noticing the plate in the man’s hand carrying his waffles.
“Hey, that was my waffle!” Stiles blurts, suddenly awake again. He reaches out for the plate, only to receive a gentle smack on the hand.
“Sit down, Stiles,” the man says, and Stiles stiffens against his will when he recognizes the man’s voice–and thusly the man himself.
“Derek?” Stiles says in surprise, finding himself sitting down a little harder in the chair than he’d intended. Derek, for his part, sets the plate down in front of Stiles and pours a generous amount of syrup over the waffles.
“I didn’t mean to surprise you,” Derek says, but Stiles can hear that familiar smirk in his voice, “I came right behind you so I thought you knew I was there.”
Stiles stuffs his face with half a waffle folded on the tines of his fork before he responds, “Dude, I’ve been up for like two days. You would have surprised me even if I knew you were here.”
Derek smiles, pushing what is likely a day old muffin his direction when Stiles finishes the second–actually quite disgusting, thank god for syrup–waffle. “You working that serial killer case with Reid’s team?”
Stiles takes a drink of his water before he answers, “Do you actually work here? I mean, not that you’re not capable of holding down a job, probably, but–”
“Very comforting, Stiles,” Derek responds, throwing a sugar packet at him, “I’m actually supposed to start working with Anderson after this case. He’s moving to New York and I’m taking over for him here.”
“Is it terrible if I say I didn’t expect “hot agent Hale” would be the same guy as “hot stalker Derek”?“ Stiles asks with a grin, biting into his dry muffin. His phone beeps at him then, his five minute timer up.
"Damn it, I have to get back. We should catch up after this,” Stiles continues, standing as he finishes off the muffin Derek had given him.
“After this you should get some sleep,” Derek tells him, stepping just fast enough to open the door for him, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Stiles stops then, just stares at Derek. The werewolf looks older than he used to, which made sense given that it had been almost eight years. He looked happier too. Less, hopeless.
“It’s a date then,” Stiles says, waving an arm between them as if it emphasize something about second chances and attraction and maybes.
Derek grins at him, wide and open, showing off his bunny teeth in a smile that makes something in Stiles’ stomach swoop, even now. “Yeah, okay.”
By the time Stiles makes it back to Garcia’s office, it’s closer to ten minutes than five, but she doesn’t seem to care. They’re back to working nearly ten minutes before Stiles interrupts her.
“What if we tried looking for the unsub based on where he gets the chain? Morgan said it had a strange color in the metal, didn’t he? That had to be custom made.”
Garcia blinks at him a moment before her face erupts in a wide smile and then she turns back to her computer with a quick repetition of keys, giving him direction as she did it.
By ten that morning, their unsub was arrested and Stiles was released to go home with a tight hug from the older woman.
“You did great, kidlet,” she told him, and Stiles thanked her before he left.
When Stiles woke up in the early evening, it was to a text with a time and date from Derek and a request to join the technical analysts in the BAU permanently. He answers yes to both.
"I'm talking to Stuart, PA! He has to know Code Hazelnut: The Polymorph has just released its first chapter because I heard he's a real big fan of it!"
"Hm, yeah, you know what, that's fair."
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