#inspired by what happened after jumping into the ghost hole at sun in shadow

[marigoldfaucet]

🌻🌺🌾for maren?

This got a little away from me, so under the cut it goes.

🌻  What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Between the pages of a book at the bottom of her bag, there is list of things Maren knows. The little, certain things she knows about herself to be true, that cannot come from the echoes of lives past lived. People, places, things. Thoughts and feelings and dreams. All her grief, all her anger. All of it, hastily scrawled by the light of the fire with shaking fingers or carefully transcribed in the cold light of dawn.

Beneath that list is another list, delicately inked and heartbreakingly small. A list of things Maren knows and makes her happy.

Butterflies.

Birds and trees.

The colour blue.

The song they were playing in the tavern as retired for the night.

These little yellow flowers I found by the road.

Kana has the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.

Edér loves the cat we f

Edér loves the dog we found.

The smell of earth after rain.

I gave Aloth a book I found. His fingers twitched.

I like to think we’re friends now.

Sagani listens. She reminds me of my mother.

The smell of earth after rain.

Pallegina’s healing hands.

Her hair. It’s so soft.

Yellow. 

Blue. 

Purple. Pink. Red. Purple.

My friends.

Libraries.

Truth. Honour. Justice. The way it should be.

The colour of her eyes. Whose eyes?

Edér helped.

I gave Aloth another book. His fingers twitched again and he almost smiled.

Butterflies?

🌺  What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

A nightmare is a nightmare and it cannot hurt her.

But a memory is a memory and it hurts, even if the memories are not her own. These are not her hands holding the chains, soaked in blood, holding another’s as they lead to a fall. These are not her feet sunken in mud, crunching over a field of bones, stumbling as she screams and screams and screams and--

Maren.

Maren. Maren. Maren--

“Maren.”

Edér’s voice, soft and kind, somewhere above her. She turns towards him, eyes blinking, blinking. Shaking hands seeking. “Easy now,” he murmurs. “It was only a bad dream.”

No, no, she wants to say. It was more than that, more than only. Her ears still ring and her heart still aches. Her hands are wet with blood--no, sweat. She reaches for Edér’s hands, clasps them and squeezes them. Tries to remember where they are, why they are where, who they are with. Counts back the events of the day on her ten fingers (not nine, not four). The broad strokes, focuses on her companions. Their faces, their names. The memories she knows for certain are real.

And with remembrance comes clarity comes calm.

Edér squeezes back, firm and warm and real. Maren clings to it, lets the sensation slide beneath her skin and sink into her bones.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” Maren croaks.

Her eyes dart around camp, moving from the low fire to one sleeping form to another. At least she didn’t wake them. She hopes.

“Seemed like a bad one,” Edér frowns.

“It was.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

No, Maren doesn’t say, instead: “I think I used to be a terrible person.”

Edér’s fingers spasm around hers. “I can’t pretend to understand what’s happening in your head, but I do know that was another life. Whoever that was, it ain’t you.”

Her throat closes around all the words she wants to say, thick with fear and tears. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference.

“Please don’t tell the others.” I don’t want them thinking I’m the worst of me.

Edér hums his agreement (and it sounds nice, better than--) and says no more. He doesn’t let go of her hands and for that Maren is grateful. It feels like a tether, a reminder that she is here and she is real.

A promise that the woman Edér thinks she is is true.

🌾  Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them.

He is falling, falling, falling and there is nothing Aloth can do to slow it. No spell, no armour strong enough to cushion the blow.

This will kill him. This will kill him and--

He feels a hand cup his cheek, rough thumb brushing away a stray tear. He is too afraid to open his eyes, to look, to see. To see compassion. To see empathy and understanding in her eyes. He knows it is there, without a doubt because he has spent months looking, seeing it in her very being.

She is a good person and he yearns for her, fears her. He does not deserve her. He has lied to her, used her. Held his tongue when he could have helped her own unravelling and now she holds him, his mind, his heart, at the tips of her tender fingers.

He knows she will make the kind choice, the right choice, when he asks her what he should do. He cannot trust his own mind, his own heart in this. All he can do open himself up, bare the ragged edges of his soul, let loose the last of the secrets holding him up and trust she will catch him.

The brush of a thumb over his eyelid.  It’s okay, she says and--

There are arms and legs and body, wrapped in metal and scale and cloth, wrapped around him. Holding him tight, holding him close, changing his fate with a change of direction.

Aloth has no spell, no armour to cushion the blow, but now there is a body between him and the ground. He is too slow to realise, too slow to beg just as he was too weak to hold on.

But she was always been faster, stronger, more resolved and now--

They hit the ground.

The world stills in ears and fades in eyes. He hurts, but he lives and scrapes his hands out from between their bodies, presses his shaky palms against the stone and the grit. He pushes himself up with a cry, half pain, half agony. The body beneath him does not move.

“Maren,” Aloth breathes and touches her cheek, her eyelids. Her lips. “Please.”

Maren stirs beneath him, still alive, still breathing, and smiles a little bloody. “I caught you,” she says, voice a whisper, but it rings in his ears and fills up his chest.

“Yes,” Aloth says, relief overwhelming. “I rather think you did.”

[ahtsumu]

under the light of the fireflies

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

synopsis: every summer, you fall deeper in love with a forest spirit who never ages. inspired by hotarubi no mori e.

tag(s): fluff, angst, you might cry!, wrote this while stressed and nostalgic ; wc: 1.7k

you first meet miya atsumu when you are six and he is seventeen.

(he is actually one thousand and seventeen, but you don’t know that and you never will.)

you meet him at the edge of a clearing–– the only open space you’ve discovered in the miles of forest you’ve lost yourself in. it was right behind grandmother’s house and just beckoning for you to come take a look, so it’s not really your fault you lost your way. that’s what you told him.

the boy’s a little strange-looking. his hair is whitish-gold–– a shade you’ve never seen on any human–– and he wears a mask that makes him look like a fox. bluntly, you ask if he’s a ghost. even worse, you try to poke him to see if you’re right.

he laughs while dodging it and says no, but warns you that if you touch him he’ll disappear forever. and then he makes you grab the other end of a stick and leads you right out of the forest back to your grandmother’s house, letting out a noise of agreement every now and then as you tell him about yourself, that you’re here for the summer, that you’re currently in first grade at a school in tokyo, that you’re friends with a boy called shouyou, that you––

“wait, mister!” you call out just as his body starts to disappear back into the woods. “what’s your name?”

he pauses.

“atsumu,” he says over his shoulder. “don’t wear it out, kid.” and then he chuckles to himself–– a little sadly, since you were pretty entertaining to have around–– because he knows he won’t hear it from you ever again.

he’s proven wrong (and happily so, because he’s just a kid himself and it gets lonely in the forest) when you show up at the temple where he lives the very next afternoon.

and the next.

and the next.

and the next.

after that, you spend every summer running through the forest with a human-looking spirit boy and a stick between your hands. 

and then you turn twelve and move to the states. the summers in the forest are pushed to the back of your mind. 

(the boy isn’t.)

loneliness takes your place beside atsumu for four summers.

you meet again when you are sixteen and he is seventeen.

he can hardly believe it when he sees who you’ve become: a stunning young woman with a smile like the sun. it’s a welcome sight; he’s seen a few too many cloudy days.

“you’re back,” he blurts, eyes wide in surprise. quickly, he gets up from the patch of grass he’d been laying on and–– and... he thinks this is the appropriate moment humans hug. when their feelings are so strong that their bodies move for them. but miya atsumu is not human and he’ll die if he touches one. so he keeps his arms by his sides.

(they still twitch, though.)

you rest your hands on your hips and roll your eyes. “no, this is my apparition speaking to you.”

atsumu grins. that biting sense of humour you’d brought to him as a child had only grown sharper. you’re you, but better. he sits back down on the grass and pats the space beside him.

and like that, you fall back into pace. you tell him about what happened in the years you were gone, the friends you made at school, the things you learned. what america looks like.

you say you missed him.

yearning slowly washes over his amber eyes. for what, he isn’t sure.

“you’re lucky you get to leave,” he sighs, leaning back on his arms. he stares up at the patch of sky formed by the treetops. actually, you’re lucky in many other ways. atsumu’s gaze falls onto your hands.

frowning, you bring your knees up to your chest. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t worry about it.” he offers you a small smile. “guess you just gotta bring the world to me, then.”

when he walks you home that evening, you promise you’ll show him every part of the world, no matter how long it takes you.

(he hopes it takes you a long time. he hopes it takes you forever.)

atsumu is sleeping when you show up in the clearing the next day. he lies on grass with his hands folded over his stomach and the fox mask you’ve never seen him without tossed carelessly beside his head.

and he’s beautiful.

your breath hitches in your throat as you tiptoe closer, admiring his slightly upturned nose, pale pink lips, thick, curled lashes, honey tinted skin.

you want to touch him.

suddenly, one of his eyes cracks open.

“hello,” he drawls. the corner of his mouth curls up in a mischievous smile. yelping in surprise, you jump back with a hand to your chest.

“did you plan that?” you ask, eyes still wide from the shock.

he doesn’t reply but the laugh that leaves his lips is an answer enough. you look at the fox mask on the grass. a strange sort of curiosity seeps into your thoughts. it’s so much of who atsumu is. surely it contains some of his essence. the urge to hold it causes your fingers to twitch.

atsumu follows your gaze and picks up the mask. “wanna try it on?” he offers, gingerly holding it out in front of you.

it doesn’t fit on you the way it does for him. but something leaps in his chest when he sees you with it.

(his chest does it again when you hand it back and he sees the faintest trace of your lip gloss where the mouth should go.)

“so,” you say, clasping your hands together. “what’re we doing today, ‘tsumu?”

the blond tells you he found a little cave by the river down south. “it’s pretty cool,” he says, a goofy grin on his face.

when you hold up that same gnarled wooden stick from years ago with a “let’s go, then” dangling off your lips, his stomach churns. atsumu realises he doesn’t want to hold that.

he wants to hold your hand.

(your lip gloss tastes like citrus and mint.)

you meet for the last time when you are both seventeen.

“you said you’ve never tasted a cheesecake, right?” you call out, setting down the bag you hauled from tokyo on the grass. it’s noon and there are hardly any shadows around, but you can’t find atsumu in the clearing.

he’s here, though. you can feel it.

“well, hello to ya, too.” atsumu jumps down from the branch he’d been sitting on. he’s happy to see you, not that you can tell.

“take your mask off, i thought we were past that,” you tease with a smile.

“do it for me,” atsumu lilts, clasping his hands behind his back, leaning forward so that your faces are just inches apart.

a flood of blood rushes through your veins.

breathing shallowly, you pinch the porcelain nose and lift it up off atsumu’s face, revealing a boyish grin underneath.

beautiful.

“hi,” he breathes, eyes twinkling.

you gulp.

seeing your frazzled state, atsumu laughs. he opens up the bag and pulls out the slice of cheesecake.

“thank you,” he says over his shoulder.

(he makes you feed him the first bite.

and then he feeds you the second.)

on your last day, he tells you that there’s a spirit festival happening at night.

“is that your way of inviting me?” you ask, noticing how he’s dressed in a dark blue yukata instead of his usual shirt and shorts this time.

“no.” from behind his back, atsumu pulls out a dazzling set of red robes. “this is.”

that evening you stroll through the spirit festival with a red cloth wrapped around your hands. he wins you a little necklace that you wear immediately at one of the game booths; you order takoyaki to share at the food stalls; and you end the night watching a puppet show.

atsumu walks you home as fireworks bloom in the dark sky.

“thank you for the night,” you hum, swinging your arms lightly.

“thank you for being my date,” atsumu replies.

instantly, you whip your head around. with a wide grin, you ask, “did you say date?”

atsumu stops in the middle of the dirt road and smiles softly at you. the pale moonlight makes his skin glow. amber eyes shine as bright as his hair. this moment feels different than any other you’ve had in your life. “i did.” 

“i don’t know what it is about you,” he admits, “but i want you around me all the time. i wanna hold you. and kiss you. do things like real people do.” he chuckles awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. “is that weird?”

“not at all,” you breathe, frozen in waiting.

“can i?” he asks. “kiss you?”

you nod.

atsumu pulls out the porcelain mask from his robe pocket and places it over your face.

and softly, his lips touch your cheek.

a warmth spreads from your heart all through your body.

“a lot of things keep us apart, don’t they?” he laughs, resting his forehead against your masked one. “but i feel like we’ll find a way to stay together.”

you open your mouth to agree, to confess that you’ve been in love with him since he found you in that forest, that you spent every summer away thinking about him, that you spend every moment of the school year thinking about him, that––

but in that moment, two kids run past atsumu and one trips over his sandals. instinctively, atsumu grabs him by the arm and hoists him back up, smiling when the kid says thank you and continues running like nothing had even happened.

but something had happened.

a strange look comes over atsumu’s face.

“‘tsumu…” you say, staring at his hand. it’s dissolving, breaking into bright blue shards and floating up into the sky.

atsumu lifts the hand up and inspects it slowly. somehow, it’s not much of a surprise. he’s never been the lucky type.

(meeting you was an exception.)

“that was a human kid, wasn’t it?” he sighs.

panic–– a cold, cruel hand–– seizes your heart. a black hole opens in your chest when you realise what this means. “atsumu, i––” love you.

atsumu cuts you off and says your name as his other hand starts flaking away.

“c’mere,” he whispers, grinning with tears in his eyes. “i can finally touch you.”

[wafflewarriors]

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Masterlist

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Lovely Conversation: How to get to the climax of a story.

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Supernatural: A Collection of Summaries

Series

SuperWhoLock:

COMPLETE! Of Daydreams and Realities

It starts with nightmares and a bullet to the head. After waking up in Doctor Who, Supernatural, and Sherlock, you don’t think things can get any worse. Other than the fact that there’s a tear in the dimensions because of you, and it may or may not destroy all three universes. But you’re not going to let that happen. Not when you have two hunters, and angel, a detective, an army doctor, and an alien on your side.

Chapter 1: Fever Dreaming

Chapter 2: Black Mark

Chapter 3: KAZ 2Y5

Chapter 4: Insomnia

Chapter 5: The Truth

Chapter 6: Mind Palace

Chapter 7: Dimensional Tears

Chapter 8: Broken Glass

Chapter 9: A Real Doctor

Chapter 10: Figures

Chapter 11: Ugly Goodbyes

Chapter 12: Vengeful

Chapter 13: Second Chances

Supernatural:

COMPLETE! The Deal-breaker

“I want to take the pain of Sam and Dean Winchester.” Your hands were shaking. “All of it.”

Red eyes found yours. “Do you now?”

That was a rather large request.

“Yes,” you said, but there was fear in your voice.

“And why’s that?” the crossroad demon asked. “You wish to live a life of endless pain, and then once it’s all over, repeat it in Hell?”

“Yes.”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

A Rewrite of History

Turns out, the Supernatural universe isn’t as forgiving as fans make it out to be, and you’re about to learn the hard way. Forced into the world of the Winchesters, you struggle to juggle the looming threats of the things that put you there, survive a large misunderstanding with the Winchesters, and find a way back home.

Chapter 1—Pilot

Chapter 2—Wendigo

Chapter 3—Dead in the Water (Part 1)

Chapter 4—Dead in the Water (Part 2)

Chapter 5—Phantom Traveler (Part 1)

Chapter 6—Phantom Traveler (Part 2)

Chapter 7—Bloody Mary

Doctor Who:

Sherlock:

Marvel:

…

One-shots/Imagines:

SuperWhoLock:

Supernatural:

Any Witch Way: Witches and Hunter didn’t mix. Ever. But as it turns out, the Winchesters need you, a witch, to help solve their case.

Sneaking Out to Hunt on Your Own (Request): You were sick of getting benched. You were a hunter, damn it, and losing some sleep to do your job wouldn’t hurt you. As long as the Winchesters didn’t find out.

Meeting Dean Winchester As Hostages: You’re captured and terrified, but a man by the name of Winchester is determined to get you out without a scratch.

Getting Caught in an Ambush with Dean Winchester: What could you say? It was supposed to be a one night stand. But here you were, hiding under the mattress while demons tied Dean Winchester to the bed.

Joke’s Over (Request):The Mark of Cain was really starting to screw with Dean’s temper. So you get a bit desperate… and you prank him. Yeah, probably not your best call.

Meeting the Winchesters in the Apocalypse: It’s been silent for a long time, besides a few pillagers now and then. Whom you were terrified of. However, two particular pillagers don’t seem too bad at all.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears: You really want to become a hunter. But when you misinterpret the Winchesters hesitation for not being good enough to hunt, rather than their worry and fear after having lost so much family, you resort to unhealthy means of weight-loss and exercise.

Runaway Winchester: You just didn’t mix. Specifically with Dean Winchester. So you left. However, things go south when you finally seem to settle elsewhere. But having covered your tracks, you’re not so sure the Winchesters will save you this time around.

Without a Shadow of a Doubt: As much as you acted like a hunter, you were not one. In fact, you had always been told to avoid hunters. Not because they were bad—the world certainly needed them—but because they were dangerous. And the Winchesters, by God, if you ever see one, go in the other direction before they caught your scent.

Better Late Than Never: Tied up in a shapeshifter’s den, arms above your head, you have a lot of time to think. The monster left you for dead, as monsters do. You thought about the numbness in your arms and the hollowness of your stomach, but mostly, you thought of the Winchesters. You wondered where they were, what they were doing, or if they were even looking for you.

Doctor Who:

To Define a Companion: A short snippet of the doctor dishing out a good lesson on companions.

Sherlock:

To Jump Again (Request): You had always had a minor crush of Sherlock Holmes. Nothing major, just little butterflies here and there, but you finally figure that won’t happen, that he hardly recognizes you. So you go on a date. Little did you know who you were dealing with.

A Shot in the Dark: Holed up in an abandoned hospital with several serial killers on your tails, Sherlock, John and you all struggle to make it out alive. Not to mention your flayed stomach.

Marvel:

…

General Fics:

COMPLETE! Team Free Will+ Getting Stranded (w/ Gabriel)

Part 1

Part 2

The Not-So-French Mistake

When she found herself suddenly in the Supernatural universe, Sydney knew it wasn’t if she would die; it was when, and how painfully.

Chapter 1: Angelic Abductions

Chapter 2: Reluctant Researching

Chapter 3: Fallen Ashes to Angels

Chapter 4: Siege of Sunshine

Chapter 5: Ain’t in Their Blood

Chapter 6: Crossroads Angel

Chapter 7: Inner Demons

Chapter 8: Putting Tissues in Teen Issues

Chapter 9: Halos, Harps, and Homicide

Chapter 10: Seize The Moment… Literally

Chapter 11: Good Cop, Bad Cop

Chapter 12: It’s Hierarchy Not Hierarchangel

Chapter 13

(Even more chapters to be added. It might finish at around 20-ish.)

Rise in Red

The Darkness attacks the sun out of fury and revenge, leaving her ‘shadows’ as a present for all living beings to suffer unto. With all the Gabriel action because we love Gabriel. :)

Sneak Peak: Poem <–(Part 1 will make more sense.)

Part 1

Part 2

COMPLETE! Five Times Sherlock Shrugged Off John’s Pain, and One Time He Couldn’t

1. Exhaustion

2. Drowning

3. PTSD

4. Nightmares

5. Danger

-1. Bullets

…

Original Works:

Wishing Upon a Star

(Inspiration from Supernatural)

Chapter 1: Twinkle Twinkle

Chapter 2: Run Like Hell

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

…

Poetry

Your Ghosts Haunt You Anyway

Rise in Red (Supernatural)

The Bone

The Battlefield

Our Only Obstacles

I See America Running

Two Men (Supernatural)

[wafflewarriors]

Masterlist

(No NSFW Content)

Advice

Lovely Conversation: How to get to the climax of a story.

Top Fanfic Pet Peaves

Series

SuperWhoLock:

COMPLETE! Of Daydreams and Realities

It starts with nightmares and a bullet to the head. After waking up in Doctor Who, Supernatural, and Sherlock, you don’t think things can get any worse. Other than the fact that there’s a tear in the dimensions because of you, and it may or may not destroy all three universes. But you’re not going to let that happen. Not when you have two hunters, and angel, a detective, an army doctor, and an alien on your side.

Chapter 1: Fever Dreaming

Chapter 2: Black Mark

Chapter 3: KAZ 2Y5

Chapter 4: Insomnia

Chapter 5: The Truth

Chapter 6: Mind Palace

Chapter 7: Dimensional Tears

Chapter 8: Broken Glass

Chapter 9: A Real Doctor

Chapter 10: Figures

Chapter 11: Ugly Goodbyes

Chapter 12: Vengeful

Chapter 13: Second Chances

Supernatural:

COMPLETE! The Deal-breaker

“I want to take the pain of Sam and Dean Winchester.” Your hands were shaking. “All of it.”

Red eyes found yours. “Do you now?”

That was a rather large request.

“Yes,” you said, but there was fear in your voice.

“And why’s that?” the crossroad demon asked. “You wish to live a life of endless pain, and then once it’s all over, repeat it in Hell?”

“Yes.”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Doctor Who:

Sherlock:

Marvel:

…

One-shots/Imagines:

SuperWhoLock:

Supernatural:

Any Witch Way: Witches and Hunter didn’t mix. Ever. But as it turns out, the Winchesters need you, a witch, to help solve their case.

Sneaking Out to Hunt on Your Own (Request): You were sick of getting benched. You were a hunter, damn it, and losing some sleep to do your job wouldn’t hurt you. As long as the Winchesters didn’t find out.

Meeting Dean Winchester As Hostages: You’re captured and terrified, but a man by the name of Winchester is determined to get you out without a scratch.

Getting Caught in an Ambush with Dean Winchester: What could you say? It was supposed to be a one night stand. But here you were, hiding under the mattress while demons tied Dean Winchester to the bed.

Joke’s Over (Request):The Mark of Cain was really starting to screw with Dean’s temper. So you get a bit desperate… and you prank him. Yeah, probably not your best call.

Meeting the Winchesters in the Apocalypse: It’s been silent for a long time, besides a few pillagers now and then. Whom you were terrified of. However, two particular pillagers don’t seem too bad at all.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears: You really want to become a hunter. But when you misinterpret the Winchesters hesitation for not being good enough to hunt, rather than their worry and fear after having lost so much family, you resort to unhealthy means of weight-loss and exercise.

Runaway Winchester: You just didn’t mix. Specifically with Dean Winchester. So you left. However, things go south when you finally seem to settle elsewhere. But having covered your tracks, you’re not so sure the Winchesters will save you this time around.

Without a Shadow of a Doubt: As much as you acted like a hunter, you were not one. In fact, you had always been told to avoid hunters. Not because they were bad—the world certainly needed them—but because they were dangerous. And the Winchesters, by God, if you ever see one, go in the other direction before they caught your scent.

Better Late Than Never: Tied up in a shapeshifter’s den, arms above your head, you have a lot of time to think. The monster left you for dead, as monsters do. You thought about the numbness in your arms and the hollowness of your stomach, but mostly, you thought of the Winchesters. You wondered where they were, what they were doing, or if they were even looking for you.

Doctor Who:

To Define a Companion: A short snippet of the doctor dishing out a good lesson on companions.

Sherlock:

To Jump Again (Request): You had always had a minor crush of Sherlock Holmes. Nothing major, just little butterflies here and there, but you finally figure that won’t happen, that he hardly recognizes you. So you go on a date. Little did you know who you were dealing with.

A Shot in the Dark: Holed up in an abandoned hospital with several serial killers on your tails, Sherlock, John and you all struggle to make it out alive. Not to mention your flayed stomach.

Marvel:

…

General Fics:

COMPLETE! Team Free Will+ Getting Stranded (w/ Gabriel)

Part 1

Part 2

The Not-So-French Mistake

When she found herself suddenly in the Supernatural universe, Sydney knew it wasn’t if she would die; it was when, and how painfully.

Chapter 1: Angelic Abductions

Chapter 2: Reluctant Researching

Chapter 3: Fallen Ashes to Angels

Chapter 4: Siege of Sunshine

Chapter 5: Ain’t in Their Blood

Chapter 6: Crossroads Angel

Chapter 7: Inner Demons

Chapter 8: Putting Tissues in Teen Issues

Chapter 9: Halos, Harps, and Homicide

Chapter 10: Seize The Moment… Literally

Chapter 11: Good Cop, Bad Cop

Chapter 12: It’s Hierarchy Not Hierarchangel

Chapter 13

(Even more chapters to be added. It might finish at around 20-ish.)

Rise in Red

The Darkness attacks the sun out of fury and revenge, leaving her ‘shadows’ as a present for all living beings to suffer unto. With all the Gabriel action because we love Gabriel. :)

Sneak Peak: Poem <–(Part 1 will make more sense.)

Part 1

Part 2

COMPLETE! Five Times Sherlock Shrugged Off John’s Pain, and One Time He Couldn’t

1. Exhaustion

2. Drowning

3. PTSD

4. Nightmares

5. Danger

-1. Bullets

…

Original Works:

Wishing Upon a Star

(Inspiration from Supernatural)

Chapter 1: Twinkle Twinkle

Chapter 2: Run Like Hell

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

…

Poetry

Your Ghosts Haunt You Anyway

Rise in Red (Supernatural)

The Bone

The Battlefield

Our Only Obstacles

I See America Running

Two Men (Supernatural)

…