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That's 70 Show - Hyde/Donna, if Donna didn't get with Eric for lovewithstands Glee - Puck/Rachel, A thank you for bringing her to the mall for that 'Barbra'-vention. for bringthefate Supernatural - Dean recognizing the little kids as him and Sam. Coda to 6x19 for cutloosemcgoose Supernatural - Rachel! Make up a story for her: how did she become Cas's lieutenant? Why is she on his side and not Raphael's? What did Cas to that pissed her off so bad, Coda to 6x18 for cutloosemcgoose Supernatural - Sam has nightmares and Dean comforts him (Teen!boys) for singlemomsummer CW RPF - Jared and Jensen live together. Jared is in love with Jensen and gets jealous when Jensen goes on a date, but what he doesn't know is Jensen is trying to make him jealous for singlemomsummer
Supernatural - Sam/Dean - Sam and Dean end up on a blind date together, either set up by friends or they've been emailing each other without knowing...anything you choose by The Huntress found here. Written here.
Title: It Doesn't Matter Anymore Author: stelladelnordxd / think4paperinkw Beta-Edited: by no one. Pairings/Characters: James Potter/Lily Evans and Severus Snape/Lily Evans Word Count: 1,160 Words Rating: Uh. R? NC-17? PG-14? Fuck if I know. Genre: Angst? Spoilers: None. Status: Complete. Summary: The wind was howling the first night it happened... Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. If I did, there'd never be a 'good' Snape /scoffs/ Warnings Infidelity on Lily's end. Notes: I wrote this for a challenge for HiH. For most of it, I had no idea who the main characters were going to be, but then the last scene happened, so, yeah. I'm thinking of a sequel, but who knows. Enjoy :D
[Spoiler (click to open)] The night it first happened, the wind was howling. She wishes she could focus on something else about that night – maybe the fact that it was an early day in October, or that she had received an outstanding mark on one of her essays. Hell, she wishes she could even focus on the fact that the night it happened, she had fought with the one person she thought she'd never fight with. Instead though, the only thing that she can focus on is what his lips feel like on her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her – well, you get the picture. Even after it happened, the dull throb in between her legs keeping her awake, the only thing she could focus on was that the wind had been howling throughout and his mouth.
When she tried to close her eyes and fall asleep, her bed empty and lonely, she would imagine what his body felt like pressed up against hers, and the wind would howl even louder, as if knowing her thoughts and feeling betrayed by them. So she would open her eyes and let out a sigh, shake her head, and turn to face another side of the dormitory.
The night it first happened, she didn't sleep at all, and it wasn't because she felt no guilt over the act – even if she should. It was because she wanted more, wanted it to continue, to feel as cherished as she had then, once more. The wind had continued to howl that night.
*** The night it happened for a second time, she had just come from her boyfriend's. They had gotten over their previous fight, after an extensive amount of grovelling on his end for calling her such an ugly term. They had made love upon his apology and it was then that she had felt absolutely disgusted and guilty with herself. Here her boyfriend was, apology accepted, making love to her and all she could think about was him. If she was being truly honest with herself, all she wanted was him. The night between her boyfriend and herself was over with quickly, and she couldn't help but get out of there as soon as she could.
"I just remembered I had a huge assignment due," She states, faking apologetic as she got dressed. He had nodded with a smile before turning around and closing his eyes. She had left then, no guilt coursing through her body as she made her way to her house's tower, slipping up the stairs into the boys' dormitory softly, climbing into bed with him with a happy sigh.
She could feel the confusion in his body as he woke up with her touch, believing that their first night was their only night. But she knew that that would never be true. She whispered that she wanted him, wanted to be with him and that that thought scared the shit out of her.
She even whispered that she was with her boyfriend before, and the only thing she could think about was him, and that he absolutely ruined her for anyone else. It was then that she could feel the soft smile against her neck and it was then that everything changed.
The numerous times after that – and boy, did she mean numerous – weren't all at night. After their second night, she found herself pulling away from her boyfriend more and more and going to him instead. And sometimes, she would find him during class time, where she'd pull him into a spare broom cupboard, or before classes, where she'd charm the area around his bed.
She liked to say that those times were the best times. That would be a lie though, because while those times were certainly fun – especially when they would sneak out during classes – the best times was when it was slow, pleasurable and full of love. Those were often the best times. All of the other times – quick, hurried, secretive, could never compare to the ones where he whispered he loved her and she whispered it back.
Four months after their first night, and it was February 14th. She was on a date with her boyfriend, and just being there wasn't something she wanted to be doing. Instead, she had wanted to be with him, fulfilling all of the things he promised her for that night. However, she was with her boyfriend, glaring at the woman that was sitting across from her, sitting with him. And while she knew she had no right to be jealous –
She was. She was incredibly jealous, because he should be with her. And she knew she had no right to be because her boyfriend was in front of her, staring into her eyes searchingly, wondering why she had been pulling away from him, and for so long too.
With a sigh, she turned towards her boyfriend and let out a placating smile, playing with the napkin on her plate, frowning slightly as her boyfriend scowled at her. He had opened his mouth to say something, probably something sickening like 'I love you' when his table was jerked off of the ground as the female stood up angrily.
"Everyone knows you and Evans are fucking, Potter," She snarls and her eyes widen as she notices her boyfriend's own eyes narrow, his face turn whiter than it currently is out of the corner of her eye.
"Everyone but her stupid boyfriend, of course," The other female smarts, and she cringes backwards when said boyfriend looks at her with betrayal in his eyes. She looks down briefly before looking back up at him defiantly; a tilt of her chin showing just how much she cares.
"You didn't used to be like this," He whispers, leaning backwards in shock. She nods slightly, knowing how true that is.
"You stopped giving me what I needed," She replies, narrowing her eyes.
"The night of our fight. He—"
"He took an opportunity!" Her boyfriend snarls and she finds herself narrowing her eyes even more, baring her teeth at the young man.
"And I let him! I wanted him to! I was kidding myself, Severus, thinking I wasn't attracted to James."
"James? You call Potter, James?" Severus snarls, standing up at his own table as his fists clench at his side.
"I love him!" She shouts, standing up in defense of herself, noting the wide grin on James' face, causing her cheeks to redden. Sure, she's whispered it to him in the darkness of night, but now – shouting it in front of everyone – well, it was kind of thrilling.
She briefly hears an, 'Aw hell, Prongs," come from Sirius' mouth and hides a giggle in her chest before looking up at Severus sadly.
"We were already over a long time ago, Severus." She whispers, stepping backwards. She can see the hurt shining in Severus' eyes, and she wishes she could care.
Title: Don't Worry About It, Sammy. Author: stelladelnordxd Beta-Edited: Good friend, ER. Pairings/Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Word Count: 1150 Words Rating: NC-17-ish. Genre: Christmas-like fluff Spoilers: 200 episode spoilers Status: Complete Summary: Dean will always tell Sam to not worry about it. Especially when Sam's powers come back. Disclaimer: Don't own. Warnings Swearing, mentions of incest but nothing too vulgar. Notes: Written for the_green_bird for multifan_gift. I hope you enjoy so much. This wasn't easy for me to write... anything Supernatural related isn't, to be honest, so I really hope you're alright with this!
Title: Change of Elites Author: stelladelnordxd Beta-Edited: A wonderful friend! Thank you, ER. Pairings/Characters: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles is the main one. Mentions of Jared/Tom Welling. Word Count: 2,878 Words Rating: NC-17 Genre: Angsty-ish. Spoilers: None Status: Complete Summary: Jensen always swore to never join the Elder Elites. But after college, after a blood oath with Jared, Jared's sure as hell surprised to see Jensen being initiated. What's going on? Disclaimer: Don't own any of these people. They own themselves. All of this is fiction. Warnings: If I missed anything, let me know, please! [Spoiler (click to open)]Change of age in Jared [he's two years younger than Jensen instead of four], mentions and allusions to Tom Welling raping Jared, but nothing concretely mentioned, until the very end at least. Some swear-words. Badly written sex. Probably out-of-character boys. Probably point of view changes and tense changes, despite everything. Notes: Written for the spn_j2_xmas exchange. My giftee was maryjo24. I know it's not perfect, but I hope you like(d) it, sweetie!
Title: Darkness to Lightness Author: stelladelnordxd Beta-Edited: No One Pairings/Characters: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Word Count: 1,017 Words Rating: PG Genre: None Spoilers: None Status: Complete Summary: James wakes up to complete darkness. Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. No money is being made. Warnings None Notes: Written for hh_sugarquill
Title: All I Need Author: stelladelnordxd Pairings/Characters: Captain Hook/Emma Swan; Rumplestiltskin/Mr.Gold, Henry Mills Word Count: 740 Words Rating: PG Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, sadly. Warnings: Spoilers for all aired season four episodes and future episode speculation. Notes: Written for onceuponaland.
Title: And Now They're All My Enemies Author: stelladelnordxd Beta-Edited: No one. Pairings/Characters: Alaric Saltzman, Damon Salvator/Elena Gilbert Word Count: 1,000 Rating: Mature Audiences (PG-13) Summary: She's trying to forget, but all she can do is remember. Disclaimer: Don't Own, never will, don't really want to. Though, it'd be awesome if Ian and Nina got back together /pouts Warnings: Mentions of character-death, swear-words, and oh yeah,[spoil yourself for the ending by reading this warning]a random-person dies at the end because of Elena being hopped up on witch hoodoo.. Notes: This is the first time I've ever written a VD fanfiction. I just couldn't stop myself? It contains spoilers for season six, and spoilers for an un-aired episode. Purely speculation, which I might continue at one point. Who knows /shrugs/. I have Elena swearing more in here than in the show. If that offends anyone, I'm sorry. Enjoy.
[Read More]"Who is Damon?" The question rings loud and clear within her head, echoing in all of the places that Damon would fit into, filling her like the missing puzzle piece.
"He's my boyfriend. He's dead." She replies, feeling numb and cold and like she'll never be happy again. She looks away from Alaric, closes her eyes as she remembers everything about Damon. Remembers how he made her feel whenever he touched her, whenever he looked at her. Remembers how he made her still heart beat like a stampede of antelope in the desert.
Most importantly though, she remembers how much she aches for him. How everything feels empty and how her skin hurts her, just thinking about him. And she remembers that she's supposed to be forgetting about Damon.
That she's supposed to be moving on. Letting go. Grieving.
It's not working. Alaric has been trying to compel her for what feels like an eternity (is this what her life is going to feel like now?). It's only been two hours (an eternity, without Damon?), and nothing is working. She knows that Alaric can compel her. He was made by an original. The original. So why isn't it working?
She bites her lip and looks out the window before letting a sigh escape from her. She looks back at Alaric, noting the frown on his face and the furrowed brow before smiling slightly. She needs to get away. She needs to see him.
"I'm just going to go for a walk, alright?" Standing up and leaving, she doesn't notice how Alaric's frown deepens. Doesn't notice how he brings out his phone and begins dialing Caroline.
Doesn't notice her quasi-father look down and shake his head, depression and anger sinking in over the fact that he's failed at his job.
No one knows, but she's always kept a little bit of the witch hoodoo Luke gave her. Yeah, she used it, but before every use, she'd set some aside. Just in case there was ever an emergency. Or she was desperate. But to Elena, the two were synonymous with one another. She was in a desperate need to see Damon again, to know that she was doing the right thing.
To know if he would hate her.
He probably would. A little. He'd be angry, sure, she thinks as she grinds up the powder inside the little bowl and closes her eyes, a small smile escaping her lips before she drinks from it. The taste of the powder has never been good. It's actually downright disgusting, but she'd do anything to see him again. And sure, it leaves her feeling thirsty as hell afterwards, but that’s okay. Because she can always quench her thirst.
But she can't always see him. Feel him. Remember him.
"You couldn't get enough of me, could you?" Hearing his voice brings a smile to her face. It isn't one of her I'm fine smiles, either, but a true, genuine one. There are tears running down her face and when he brushes her cheek to wipe them away, she leans into his touch, beginning to sob.
"Elena, don't cry," He murmurs, eyes wide and honest and she can't help it, really. She misses him so much, and it hurts so fucking much to try and live out eternity without him. She really doesn't know how she's going to do it, if she's being honest.
"I need to forget, Damon," She hiccoughs, tears still running down her face as Damon looks down at her, understanding filling his eyes immediately. If she didn't know better, she would say his own eyes became watery, but he's dead. And he's just a hallucination.
"Elena," He manages to growl out and she shakes her head, her body falling to the ground in an exhausted slump.
"I can't do this anymore." She cries out, hiding her head in her arms, which are being supported by her knees. "I can't live for all of eternity with this pain, Damon. You were my eternity, you were what made being a vampire okay, and now you're gone, and I can't fucking do it!' She screams, sobs, shouts. She needs him to understand.
She needs to understand.
"I'm never going to be happy with someone else, Damon. Not if I can remember you. Remember what I feel for you. Remember just how much I love you," She murmurs with a shake of her head, not wanting to look at Damon. Not wanting to see the pain into his hallucinated eyes.
"You won't be happy with someone else either, Elena, admit it." She can hear the scowl in his voice and lets out another sob, recognizing the fact that he's in front of her, kneeling.
"Admit it, Elena, you think you can get rid of the pain by forgetting me, and forgetting everything we had, but you know that won't work. Instead you'll just feel empty and hallow and you won't know why. You'll change to who you used to be, and it'll be for the worse." He finishes in a shout and Elena just sobs harder, not wanting to admit to knowing how right he is about it all.
"I don't know what else to do," She whispers, looking up for the first time, not at all surprised to see that Damon is centimeters away from her.
"Keep taking the powder." He whispers before kissing her lightly. She finds herself falling into the kiss, moving her hands up into his hair and pulling him closer. God, how she's missed this. She's missed him.
"It's dangerous," She murmurs.
"It's an eternity with me. Just like we've always wanted." He replies, doing the thing she likes that has her breaking into a guttural moan.
"I'm always so thirsty afterwards. I'm thirsty right now." She whispers, breaking the kiss and looking up, recognizing the sound of someone walking nearby.
"So then drink," He whispers into her ear.
It's the last thing she remembers before she's killing someone.
Title: Hear the Silence Author: stelladelnordxd Beta-Edited: By nobody. Pairings/Characters: Harry Potter. Word Count: 375 Rating: PG because of the word 'fuck' Summary: He needs to get to his godfather. He needs to hear the silence. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, obviously. Notes: Written for rarepair_shorts. 1st in a series of drabbles/ficlets. Short. Becomes AU and not even remotely canon.
Title: Shattered Author: jamie_love13 Beta-Edited: By nobody. Pairings/Characters: Sirius Black. Word Count: 253 Rating: G-PG Summary: Everything is different thanks to that sheet. Disclaim: I don't own Harry Potter, or Sirius Black. If I did, he would have never died [quite obviously, too] Notes: Written for quill_it prompt.