A Cup Of Chaos With A Shot Of Disaster

by whimsy__willow

Hazbin Hotel/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 5,442

The man grinned a crocodile’s grin. His teeth were sharp like one too and incredibly realistic. He must have gotten them from somewhere expensive.

Melanie cleared her throat. “Um, can I help you?”

“Why, yes! I am parched, darling, simply parched.” His voice dripped with old fashioned charm, like Cary Grant or Orson Welles, but there seemed to be a filter playing over it, as if he were broadcasting through a radio. He grinned his crazy grin and leaned against the counter. “What is this fine establishment you have here? Got any whiskey? Giggle juice?”

“Sir, this is a Starbucks.”

(Or: Alastor walks into a Starbucks and discovers something new about himself. The denizens of hell soon join him. Chaos ensues.)

like blood, the stars

by startrex

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series/Complete/Chapters: 2 Words: 38,704

‘You feel nothing! It must not even compute for you! You never loved her!’

He regrets the words the moment they come out of his mouth. But that other, older Spock said that he needed to get command of the ship, and to do so, must get his younger counterpart to acknowledge his emotions. Spock is not the first Vulcan Jim has had dealings with, and he can think of few things that would get T’pri as riled up as quickly as insinuating that she doesn’t love him.

He gambles that Spock is the same about his mother, and it pays off.

(Or, the one where Jim has a Vulcan daughter, and it leads to all sorts of emotions.)

update: now with a chapter two from Spock’s perspective!

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This fic combines so many of my favorite tropes and plot points in Star Trek AOS fics: Jim’s experience on Tarsus IV, Jim with a personal connection to Vulcan, and references to Star Trek TOS episodes. It’s written in a really neat format that carries the story perfectly–you have context for the present plot presented via flashbacks and memories interspersed between scenes.

break the skin (to break the barriers)

by sobsicles

Supernatural/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 29,620

The first time she meets him, he’s nothing more than an almost-missed appointment.

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Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, “It’s not for banishing the angels. It’s to summon them. So, it doesn't—it’s not to get rid of ‘em, but to draw 'em in.”

Mitzi can’t help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn’t understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She’s very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it’s a truly personal thing.

She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, “Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes.”

“Just the one,” Dean mumbles.

“Your guardian angel?” Mitzi asks.

Dean breathes out, “Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get.”

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I love this fic so much. It’s secured a place in my Top 20 Fave Fics Ever. It’s always interesting seeing Supernatural from an Outside POV; their world and their lives are so strange and complicated. The OCs are darling, with just the right details to flesh things out without distracting from the plot. Dean’s grief in this is just so raw, and reading it is very cathartic. Even if you’re not a fan of angst, I would still recommend it.

[SPOILER: There’s a happy ending.]