in the room the women come and go

Fic Title: Convergence
Artist: silly_blue
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy AU
Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 13,042
Warnings: none
Summary: Dean Winchester wasn't the sort of king Castiel had been expecting at all.

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Fic title: Tales of Brave Ulysses
Author name: behindblue_eyes
Artist name: novakiel
Genre: SPN slash
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 55,134
Warnings: Gore. Violence. Foul language. Reference to literature not owned by the author but not in a crossover way. Very brief dead!Benny.
Spoilers: This was written during the first half of season eight and conceptualized during the long hiatus prior to that. Then edited after season eight aired, so assume mild spoilers for everything.
Summary: What if, before all that other shit went down in Purgatory, Dean and Cas found a road?
Special Thanks: To fullmoon02 for the encouragement and hand-holding. To novakiel for the awesome art. And to the mods of spn_j2_bigbang, for putting together such a fantastic experience.



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So I just wrote this:

It is the nature of the circus to be transitional, a fleeting dream set up and gone again in a day. After so long living like a gypsy, being stationary fit like a bad coat. And as familiar and comfortable as Carver’s winter quarters were, Dean always felt better when he was on the road. He’d spent the beginning of his life in a boxcar, the clickety clack of the railway and his mother’s lilting voice the only lullabies he knew.

With the advent of the highway it was certainly easier to pack everything and go, big trucks and silver bullet campers taking the place of rail cars and steam. Traveling shows like theirs could hit more small towns this way; branching away from the mother roads onto any pavement Bobby was willing to risk the big rigs. Sometimes, when Dean was having trouble sleeping at night, he’d toss the keys to Sam and lean his head against the metal door of their Ford RV and conjure up those train sounds, letting the sway of the road drift him away.

Dean always slept better when they were traveling.

He doesn’t think Sam remembers the trains, and that makes him sad. He knows he doesn’t remember their mother.

And I realized something about my Big Bang universe.



*headdesk*

In preparing to post my reel_torchwood entry it occurred to me that I never put up a link to my Snupin BLU fic, which posted...well, let's say a while ago and leave it at that, hmm?

This was the first thing I'd written in years and I was very nervous about posting it, but I really like how it came together. I was able to include a lot of my thoughts about Remus and HP canon, and still make it shippy to my heart's content. Sort of. Anyway, here it is! Better late than never, right?



Title: Dirty Rotten
Rating: PG-13/light R
Final Word Count: 32, 157
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters are property of J.K. Rowling, who has so much more money than me it’s not even worth contemplating.
Warnings: Features naughty language, violence, unrequited RL/SB, and non-explicit het and M/M sex. It’s more or less canon compliant up through DH so, you know, death and taxes.
Author’s Notes: I haven’t written anything in over four years, so taking on something like the Snupin BLU was understandably intimidating. Special thanks to drusillas_rain and lore for their last-minute beta job and prize-worthy hand holding, respectively. This was inspired in part by watching The Filth and the Fury, a document on The Sex Pistols and the punk movement of the late seventies. The plotline started out as something far different than what made it to the actual page, but everything focused around a single idea…
Summary: There are many reasons to lie, and Remus Lupin is familiar with all of them.

Click to read at the BLU archive.