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cjsmalley · 4 months

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Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

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bakanokiwami · 5 months

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TOP 10 FANDOMS FOR CROSSOVERS ON FANFICTION.NET BASED ON NUMBER OF FANFICTION (1999-2022)

To make this bar chart race, all series titles in the Crossovers section and the Crossover entries in the regular Misc section on November 29 (or the closest date to it) of every year were copy-pasted from Wayback Machine to Google Sheets, rearranged according to number of fanworks, and then inputted to Flourish to turn into a bar chart race.

In March 27 2009, FFN launched support for crossover fanfiction. Before this date, authors either posted their crossovers in just one category and noted that it was a crossover in its summary, or posted them in one of the generic crossover categories in the Misc. section (such as X-overs, or Cartoons X-overs). There wasn’t a filter to screen all crossovers of specific fandoms back then.

Originally, the fanfiction list was sorted alphabetically, but was changed to number of fics at around early 2013.

Interestingly enough, the crossover sections don’t seem to be suffering from a total fanfiction discrepancy, unlike the sections for non-crossover fanfiction.

Please refer to this post for more fanfiction bar chart races.

Thanks for understanding and hopefully I didn’t mess up anywhere! 🙏

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darkfire359 · 6 months

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The Library of Alexandria (i.e. Fanfiction.net) seems to be burning RIGHT NOW. As in, pages that existed an hour ago have disappeared. As of right now, the main pages for Supernatural and Warriors have blanked out. The crossover pages for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, and A Song of Ice and Fire as well. The main crossover pages for books and TV stopped working for several hours (though they seem to be back for now). I’ve heard of random chapters missing from things too. Apparently alerts died last week.

I’d heard vague rumors about Fanfiction.net dying at some point, but I (like many people, I presume) procrastinated actually doing something about it. Unlike ao3, there isn’t a nice download button for anything except your own fics (and even then, things get downloaded as .html files).

Don’t procrastinate anymore. Save your own fics, save all your favorited fics, save every fic you can.

#supernatural #buffy the vampire slayer #Harry Potter #a song of ice and fire #warriors #warrior cats #fanfiction meta #fanfiction.net #books #crossovers #TV shows #if anyone knows a reason why this ISN’T a burning fire situation please let me know

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tashastark1 · 5 months

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Dean first saw her in the semi-darkness of a club in a small, hot town with a sunny name, where he and his family were hunting a group of vampires from Minnesota.

She's got wonderful, lively eyes in the color of a young, deep forest. But deep at the bottom of these eyes, in the shadows of the forest, the sadness so acknowledged was hidden.

He bought her a cocktail, and they got to talking. She had such a strange name: Buffy. In the next two hours, they discussed parents and younger siblings, which were like a pain in the ass, but you'd do anything for them. They're even discussing music.

Everything but the issue that brought him to this town.

The next day, Dean was fighting a particularly strong vampire when suddenly a lock of blond hair flashed behind him, and the vampire crumbled to dust.

Green eyes and hazel eyes met, recognizing each other and realizing how much they had in common. Loss. Fear for loved ones. A responsibility too great for such an insanely young human. The darkness that hugs their shoulders promises to return soon.

They did not even know how much they would have in common a few years later.

They never saw each other again, but texts from time to time, 'Hey, I'm OK, what's up, you?' 'hunting w my dad in Oregon, btw, remember arguing about the wendigo?'

He came to Sunnydale again a few years later. Sam was already in college. Alone with his father, Dean felt increasingly devastated. Albeit still desperately cocky and young.

But instead of a city, he found a massive sinkhole. The air was knocked from his lungs. Only by an effort of will, as always, as his father had taught him, he coped and hid his emotions. Moves on.

Until the following Christmas, a postcard arrived from Rome.

'I saved the world, Dean'.

She's going to be okay.

And one day, it would be his turn to save the world from disaster.

#buffy summers #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #crossover #supernatural crossover

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halfpintkay · 2 years

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“I’m guessing it’s not normal for this many people to wind up missing or dead in a town this size,” Jack said as he looked over the records from the last few years. “Have you had any cold spots, smelt sulfur, or seen anyone with completely black eyes?” Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to be so blunt with his questions, but Jack hasn’t quite got the knack for the subtly that Sam and Dean have when they ask questions about supernatural occurances.

#open starter #starter: Jack #supernatural rp #spn rp #stranger things rp #buffy the vampire slayer rp #It rp #the shining rp #horror rp #doctor who rp #smallville rp #crossover rp #the sandman rp

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throughhazeleyesofgreen · 8 months

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Upcoming Fic Idea

Sharing more buffyverse spn head cannon thoughts.

So I’ve had a very terrible, very bad, very not good idea for my upcoming Sam centric buffyverse/spn crossover where Sam ends up on the hellmouth to attend college that I will be 100% be using. It’s not too spoilery to the upcoming fic but if you don’t want to be spoiled, avoid reading any further.

So we know in Buffy season 7, the Scooby Gang encounters and fights the First Evil. You know the entity that has a habit of changing into dead loved ones of their target in order to make them uncomfortable and/or manipulate them. I’m sure you see where I’m going with this...

Now, the obvious choice for Sam would be Mary which I could see causing some stress on Sam’s part but when you get down to it, Sam doesn’t know Mary that well. Mary is the mother martyr that he grew up learning about in hushed whispers from Dean or in drunken ramblings from John at best. More often we see flashbacks where Sam was yelled at when asking about Mary by Dean/John. We know in canon, Season 1 Sam did not know much about Mary other than she died in the nursery fire by the supernatural. He recognizes her from pictures only. He didn’t even know Dean carried him out of the house that night for crying out loud.

However, you know the choice that the First Evil could utilize that would 1000% freak Sam out and throw him off his game, John. Something Sam has no idea of at this point is John Winchester was resurrected by Azazel after Mary made a deal in 1973. Remember, the First Evil can turn into the figure of resurrected beings as well as those who have passed on.

Could you imagine John appearing out of nowhere and begins spewing out all the vitriol Sam fears his father thinks about him (that he should have died that night in the nursery fire, that he is going to be/is evil, tainted, no son of mine would practice magic, etc.) in the effort to cause a mental breakdown in Sam and/or suicide similar to the manipulation it tries with Willow to have her commit suicide? How would the rest of the Scooby Gang react to seeing John verbally attacking Sam and its effect on Sam?

Even after the confrontation has passed, could you imagine the mental torment Sam would be under as he tries to grapple with the fact the First can turn into his father? What does that mean? When did his father die? And what if the First hints at the connection Sam has with Azazel? Would that lead Sam down a certain rabbit hole?

*rubs hands in glee* Ohhh this is gonna be fun.

#sam winchester #supernatural #buffy the vampire slayer #buffyverse #john winchester #sam #spn #my writing #buffyverse spn crossover verse

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huntresscaraquinn · 1 year

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An independent roleplay blog for OC Supernatural hunter Cara Quinn. Established December 2013.

I’m killing them all, I put my soul on the line I purify sins that I committed in life

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ginime · 2 years

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#spn #dean winchester #btvs #faith lehane #dean winchester x faith lehane #bi panic #crossover #buffy #supernatural #jensen ackles #eliza dushku

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seratonintriggers · 2 years

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#spn tiktok #supernatural #fanvid #buffy crossover #buffy the vampire slayer theme #alternate opening credits #strong 90s vibes #possible spoilers

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enchantedquill-40 · 3 months

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“Ephemeral Alliances: A Buffy and Mulder Crossover Saga”

Mulder grinned, his eyes filled with intrigue. "Buffy, long time no see. Still slaying demons and vampires, I presume?"

Buffy smirked. "Always. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

Mulder explained how an unusual set of supernatural occurrences led him to Sunnydale, and the two exchanged stories of their respective paranormal encounters. As they delved into shared experiences, a camaraderie formed, and Mulder suggested they grab dinner to catch up properly.

The chosen venue was a quaint little restaurant with an ambiance that seemed to blend both the eerie and the mundane – a fitting setting for the duo. Over plates of pasta and glasses of red wine, they reminisced about past adventures, comparing the peculiarities of their respective worlds.

Buffy recounted tales of battling powerful vampires and apocalyptic threats, while Mulder shared conspiracies involving government cover-ups and extraterrestrial phenomena. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a unique bond forming between the Slayer and the FBI agent.

As the night progressed, Buffy couldn't help but notice a subtle change in Mulder. His skepticism wavered, replaced by a newfound acceptance of the supernatural. Perhaps it was the undeniable proof he found in Sunnydale or the undeniable charisma of the Slayer beside him.

The conversation shifted to the challenges they faced in their personal lives. Buffy spoke of the constant struggle to balance her responsibilities as a Slayer with a desire for a normal life. Mulder shared the loneliness that often accompanied his relentless pursuit of the truth.

Amidst the laughter and shared vulnerability, an unspoken understanding developed. Buffy realized that, despite the differences in their worlds, they were both warriors fighting against the darkness, each in their unique way.

As the evening drew to a close, Mulder suggested they team up to investigate the strange occurrences plaguing Sunnydale. Buffy hesitated but ultimately agreed, recognizing the value of Mulder's expertise and unconventional approach. The prospect of a partnership between the Slayer and the FBI agent promised a formidable force against the supernatural.

The next day, Buffy and Mulder set out to uncover the mysteries surrounding the recent surge in demonic activity. Their dynamic proved to be a potent blend of Buffy's physical prowess and Mulder's investigative prowess. Together, they navigated through cryptic symbols, ancient prophecies, and shadowy figures, unearthing a dark force that threatened both their worlds.

Facing an otherworldly adversary, Buffy and Mulder found themselves in a battle that challenged them like never before. As they fought side by side, their trust in each other deepened, forging an unbreakable bond between the Slayer and the FBI agent.

In the midst of the chaos, Buffy's friends from the Scooby Gang and Mulder's partner, Dana Scully, joined forces. The convergence of these two worlds marked a turning point in the battle against the supernatural threat, demonstrating that unity could overcome even the most formidable of adversaries.

As the final confrontation unfolded, Buffy and Mulder stood together, their combined strength proving essential in defeating the malevolent force. With the threat neutralized, they shared a moment of triumph, realizing the potential that existed when individuals from different realms collaborated for a common cause.

With the crossover adventure concluded, Buffy and Mulder bid each other farewell, knowing that their paths might cross again in the unpredictable tapestry of the supernatural. As Buffy returned to her duties in Sunnydale, she carried with her the memory of an unexpected ally in Fox Mulder, an experience that transcended the boundaries of their separate worlds.

And so, the Slayer and the FBI agent continued their separate journeys, forever changed by the intersection of their destinies in a night filled with mysteries, camaraderie, and the shared understanding that the truth was often stranger than fiction. Buffy and Mulder, fueled by adrenaline and the thrill of their successful collaboration, found themselves caught in a moment of shared victory. The night air was charged with an energy that seemed to transcend the boundaries of their individual worlds. As they stood under the starry sky, a palpable connection lingered between them.

In a sudden, unspoken impulse, Mulder gently cupped Buffy's face, his eyes locking onto hers. There, amidst the echoes of their laughter and the remnants of their shared triumph, a magnetic force pulled them together. Their lips met in a kiss that spoke of longing, a profound connection forged in the crucible of the supernatural.

For Buffy, it was a revelation. The touch of Mulder's lips awakened a cascade of emotions she hadn't expected. In that one kiss, she felt a synergy that transcended the boundaries of the paranormal battles they fought. Love at first sight, an unexpected twist in the tapestry of their intertwined destinies.

Mulder, too, felt an undeniable pull, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together. The kiss spoke of shared victories and uncharted territory, and in that fleeting moment, he sensed a connection that defied the logic he had clung to for so long. Love, it seemed, was as unpredictable as the mysteries he sought to unravel.

The night unfolded into a passionate liaison, a one-night stand that defied the constraints of their individual lives. Beneath the veil of darkness, Buffy and Mulder embraced the intensity of the moment, each savoring the unique flavor that the other brought to their entwined existence.

As dawn approached, reality set in. The Slayer and the FBI agent, bound by duty and destiny, knew that the night they shared was a brief respite from the challenges that awaited them. With a lingering embrace and a promise of memories to carry, they parted ways, each returning to the complexities of their own worlds.

The love scene became a secret chapter in the crossover adventure, an unspoken acknowledgment of the depth of their connection. Buffy and Mulder, forever changed by that night, carried the echoes of their shared passion into the ongoing battles against the supernatural.

And so, the Slayer and the FBI agent navigated the aftermath of their night together, grappling with the complexities of emotions that transcended the boundaries of their respective lives. The one-night stand became a poignant reminder that, in the world of the extraordinary, love could be as unpredictable as the mysteries they faced. The morning sun cast a soft glow over Sunnydale as Buffy and Mulder faced the reality of their choices. Disentangling themselves from the remnants of the night's passion, they shared a knowing look that acknowledged the complexities of their intertwined destinies.

"We can't do this," Buffy whispered, her voice carrying a mix of longing and regret. The weight of duty and responsibility hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the worlds they navigated.

Mulder nodded, his expression reflecting a similar conflict. "I know," he replied, the gravity of the situation settling between them.

As they dressed in the hushed stillness of the room, the reality of their respective roles loomed large. Buffy, the Slayer burdened with the mission to protect the world from supernatural threats, and Mulder, the relentless truth-seeker entangled in a web of government conspiracies and extraterrestrial mysteries.

Mulder broke the silence, his gaze fixed on Buffy. "I'm always here if you need me," he assured her, a genuine sincerity in his words. The connection forged in the night, both emotionally and physically, had created a bond that went beyond the realms of their individual battles.

Buffy nodded, appreciating the understanding in Mulder's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "For the best night. I needed a break."

In that moment, the Slayer and the FBI agent shared a tender farewell, acknowledging the transient nature of their connection. It was a respite, a brief escape from the relentless demands of their lives. Buffy recognized that Mulder, with his enigmatic presence and willingness to embrace the supernatural, had offered her a glimpse of something beyond the relentless battles she faced.

Mulder, too, felt a sense of gratitude for the unexpected companionship Buffy had provided. In the Slayer, he found a kindred spirit, someone who understood the isolating nature of their respective missions. The night they spent together became a sanctuary, a momentary pause in the perpetual quest for truth and justice.

As they parted ways, Buffy returning to the responsibilities of Sunnydale and Mulder to the ongoing mysteries that awaited him, a bittersweet tension lingered. The connection they shared, both emotionally and physically, became a poignant chapter in the crossover saga, a testament to the human experiences that transcended the supernatural battles they faced.

In the days that followed, Buffy and Mulder carried the memories of that night with them. The echoes of their shared passion served as a reminder that, even in the face of extraordinary challenges, they were not alone. The brief interlude had granted them a reprieve, a shared moment of vulnerability and solace in a world defined by chaos.

Their paths continued on separate trajectories, each anchored by duty and destiny. Yet, the memory of that night remained a touchstone, a secret chapter in the Slayer and FBI agent's lives that spoke of connection and understanding. And as they faced the unknown that awaited them, Buffy and Mulder carried the imprint of each other's presence – a testament to the unpredictable nature of love and camaraderie in the realms of the extraordinary.

#crossover fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer #fanfic #the x files crossover #supernatural romance #love at first sight #One-Night Stand

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cjsmalley · 7 months

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Wished Away 7:

Happy Thanksgiving (Early, I Know, Shut up):

“Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker wish to invite you to our Thanksgiving meal,” Damian said.

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked, “we’re a lot.”

Even without Damian, Bruce had many children and cooking for all of them was sometimes a tall order.

Damian smiled, “We are aware. You are not the only family we are inviting. Every child Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker has taken in we have invited along with their remaining family if they have any. Even the non-Americans have been invited.”

“We’d be delighted to come,” Alfred said for his family, “should we bring anything?”

“You may,” Damian agreed, “however, the chefs and cooks of the Palace will be preparing the main meal. It will be mostly meatless. Seitan mostly, in observance with mine and Mother’s dietary needs and our beliefs. It will also be made in-line with kosher regulations.”

“Cookies,” Jason said, looking at Alfred, “we can make vegan cookies.”

“Very well, Master Jason,” Alfred nodded, already planning for such a large batch, or several batches.

Damian grinned.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and the portal opened.

They filed through and were greeted by Sam, the younger Sam on her hip, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Sammy just waved shyly, gaining fond chuckles.

They all echoed the sentiment and were led through the palace to one of the ballrooms, “Not even the large dining room is big enough to hold our horde,” she said with humor.

“Oh?”

“Everyone invited came,” Sam explained before visibly remembering, “Oh, and any red wine you see? Not red wine; we have a vampire in attendance. He eats human food but not really.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded; only Dick was of age to drink, of his children, but neither one really drank. Still, it was good to know.

“’m assuming the vamp’s friendly?” Jason voiced.

“Friendly as in doesn’t eat humans anymore, yeah,” Sam nodded, “but, well, Spike’s Spike. You’ll understand once you meet him. Don’t go after his humans and he’s nice enough.”

“Fair enough,” Stephanie nodded.

“Also in attendance are a Vampire Slayer, several witches and wizards, two magic superheroes…basically everyone you met at Damian’s birthday party’s here. I know Spike wasn’t there; he had to babysit the Hellmouth that day, so he’s really the only new face. Him and his daughter, Hope.”

“Vampires can have—”

“She’s adopted, from a separate dimension. Danny brought her to the Hellmouth group to hide her. She’s being raised by Buffy and Spike.”

“Oh.”

They finally made it to the ballroom; the doors were wide open; servants rushed forward to relieve the Waynes of the platters of cookies they carried before they entered the room.

Most of the room was divided down the middle by a cartoonishly long dining table, bench seating on either side of it. Settings were already in place.

In one corner was a padded and gated off area where Anakin and the baby that could only be Hope played. Well, played as only young babies could, which wasn’t much.

Dotted around the room were small clusters of regular chairs and beanbag chairs, some of which were already occupied, surrounding small tables with pitchers of water and juices and, yes, blood.

Spike the vampire was easy to pick out from the masses because he had a glass of what looked like red wine in hand. Nobody else did.

The Waynes spread out, first finding Damian to say hello, then mingling and visiting with the friends made at the birthday party.

Bruce made his way towards the vampire.

“’Lo,” Spike greeted lowly over his drink, Buffy at his side.

“Hello, Buffy,” Bruce said before smiling with a closed mouth, “and you must be Spike. Bruce Wayne.”

“Not an ape, mate,” Spike snorted, “won’t attack if you smile at me. Sit down, take a load off. Hear you’re Batman. The real deal one.”

“I am,” Bruce took a seat, reaching to fill a cup with orange juice, “where did you hear it from?”

“Dawn was excited; her little brother’s bio-dad is Batman,” Buffy explained, rolling her eyes fondly, “one of my friends, Xander, is a big comic book nerd.”

“Ah. I assume there won’t be any problems?”

“Not from us,” Spike agreed, nudging Buffy with a smirk, “my girl here’s a superhero too. Won’t be any trouble from our lot. Right, Slayer?”

“Yep. No problems from us. If Danny and Sam are good with you being…you know, you then we’re good,” Buffy nodded, “just as long as you don’t put Dawnie or Hope in a suit.”

“I don’t want them out there,” Bruce grumbled, “but if I didn’t help them, they’d all be dead by now.”

“We get it, honestly,” Buffy assured, “Dawn’s given us enough gray hair,” she grinned mischievously at Spike, “she’s even given Billy Idol here some.”

“Slayer, you know that pissant stole—”

Bruce laughed.

Everyone mingled and chatted for a few hours before the meal began; servant after servant carried food and drinks to the main table as everyone found seats on the benches.

Spike and Danny placed the babies into highchairs.

By the time everything and everyone was ready, the table was fairly groaning with the meal.

Danny gained everyone’s attention, standing and grinning, “Welcome to Thanksgiving Dinner at the Palace. Thank you all for coming, even our non-Americans for putting up with our silly traditions.”

The non-Americans laughed fondly, nodding; even Alfred cracked a smile.

“For those who’re probably wondering,” he continued, “our essential living staff celebrated at lunch and most will have the day off tomorrow. Everyone else had the day off today. Now, normally we’d go around and say what we’re thankful for but we’d be here forever if we did that tonight. So, while we eat let’s just think about what we’re thankful for and enjoy the food and the company. Oh, and just so you know, everything’s kosher and most of the ‘meat’ is actually Seitan. Real meat is on the green platters. But before we begin, let’s give a round of thanks to the kitchen staff for making the food!”

Everyone applauded.

“Now, tuck in!”

They all did so with gusto; the meal was magnificent and it was clear the Palace staff had put their all into it.

Most of the Seitan was shaped into meat product appearances, looking indistinguishable from the real turkeys and hams. And it tasted almost like the real things too.

The meal lasted well into the night and everyone went home stuffed and with leftovers.

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rodpower78 · 4 months

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Watch "faith & dean; heart like yours (sequel to bruises)" on YouTube

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#dean winchester #faith lehane #fan video #supernatural #buffy the vampire slayer #crossover #dean and faith #Youtube

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harrymalfoy09 · 1 year

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Writing prompt idea for vampire daries

Elena and Stefan meet by the men's room and Elena gets a weird chills sensation down her spine. She instantly has a foreboding feeling, and when Bonnie brings him up Elena says something about him makes her really uncomfortable. She avoids him completely, and it frustrates him. When he shows up in the cemetery after the creepy fog rolls in she doesn't try to make polite conversation she just turns and goes the other direction without acknowledging him.

He can't figure out why, and it is really bothering him. He notices that she dropped her journal and takes it with him. He tries to read it but he can't open the book.

Elena goes home and realizes that she lost her journal and freaks out. She calls Bonnie to see if she will help her find it and finds out she is at her Grams. Elena goes over to pick Bonnie up and Sheila gives her a hug. Sheila taps the necklace she gave Elena for Christmas and tells her she is glad to see her wearing it and that she hopes that her and Bonnie keep them on at all times. They are special and important necklaces.

The girls go and look for the journal and don't find it, Elena suspects that Stefan took it and hopes that he won't read it and gives it back.

The next day Bonnie sees Stefan first and asks if he found Elena's journal and offers to take it back to her, and when their fingers brush she has her bad feeling about him. She tells Elena about it when she gives the book back. They both decide to give the new kid a wide berth because there is something not quite right about him. Caroline on the other hand doesn't get the memo and ends up trailing after Stefan, who takes advantage of it to get close to Elena...

Bonnie's cousin moves to town shortly after school starts because Grams is helping him out til he graduates, he and Bonnie have always been close, when he meets Stefan he instantly tells Bonnie not to get involved with him at all...and to keep Elena away too...

(You choose who the cousin is... options being one or both Winchesters, one of the Cullens, Harry Potter or any male character from that universe, any male character from Once upon a time, or any male character from Buffy the vampire slayer)

#fanfiction #writing prompt #vampire daries fanfic #crossover #supernatural fanfiction #twilight #harry potter #once upon a time #buffy the vampire slayer #can you do this

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