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Meirleach || ONE
Waking up after a blackout is always dreadful. What makes it worse, is having a stranger's face being the last shred of memory to rise to the surface.
Andrea opened her eyes, regret in every move she made. She gasped and bolted upright when her hand stroked silk instead of a t-shirt. These aren't my clothes.
A sickening knot formed in her stomach as she looked over the racy cocktail she was wearing. Someone sure went out of their way to put all this together. Her mother had been right- moving to Seattle had been a mistake. The one night she's bold enough to leave the pub with a stranger, and she ended up roofied.
Sitting up, Andrea cleared
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Pocketlock RP: Part three
The night was long, and haunted by sensations both real and imagined. He started awake a few times, unsure of where he was, heart abusing the inside of his chest. Was that the scratching of paws on cardboard? Was there a human inside his flat? Why was he in so much pain? At one point, he’d even thought he’d felt the hot breath of rat on his bare neck, but there was nothing in the box with him. He put it down to heightened stress and his semi conscious state.
It was an immense relief when he woke once again, and saw grey light filtering through the air holes and knew the night was finally over. He felt… Well, he did not fee
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Held (G/t) pt. 8
My mind began racing with ideas. My feet carefully padded on the cold smooth surface of the marble counter, observing the steaming water from the sink.
It was very tempting, to just take a small dip.
Nervousness flooded my body, weighing down on my chest as I debated my options: To either escape immediately, which would save me more time, or to quickly rinse off, so I would feel more refreshed, but would have less amount of time. I clenched my teeth as my stomach tied up in tight knots, jumping at every subtle noise. It was amazing how loud everything seemed now. The slow dripping if water from the fossit, or the buzzing of a
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It's been a great journey, but here we are at last! The Finale! It only took two months to make it
Any thoughts you have on the story as a whole, I'd love to hear, if there's something you wanted more, things I could work on, ect. The more feedback I get on stuff like that, the better my next stories come out.
On the orgin of names:
There are actualy specific reasons each of the fairies was named what they are. It would have ruined the story to tell you earlier, but now you get to find out why!
Tenanye: Cheerful Fairy Queen. If this wasn't her name, the character would have been far different. It's well suited to her personality, doncha think?and that is how you end up with a character nicknamed Ten...
Warren: Watchman. Ah, Warren. I did not by any means try to pick a character that shared a name with my other stories OC's, but it fit so well. They don't share any other traits, they are completely seperate characters, if anyone was confused~
Akar: Variant form of Hebrew Akan, meaning "one who troubles." And he certainly has troubled many over the course of 900 years. Pity he didn't think of the side effects of this spell.
Aelfric: Elf Ruler. Oh Aelfric, you conniving son of a bitch.
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The story takes place after Season 6 Episode 14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning
I do not own Dean, Sam, or any part of Supernatural. The storyline and all other characters are mine. Please do not repost.
Any thoughts you have on the story as a whole, I'd love to hear, if there's something you wanted more, things I could work on, ect. The more feedback I get on stuff like that, the better my next stories come out.
On the orgin of names:
There are actualy specific reasons each of the fairies was named what they are. It would have ruined the story to tell you earlier, but now you get to find out why!
Tenanye: Cheerful Fairy Queen. If this wasn't her name, the character would have been far different. It's well suited to her personality, doncha think?and that is how you end up with a character nicknamed Ten...
Warren: Watchman. Ah, Warren. I did not by any means try to pick a character that shared a name with my other stories OC's, but it fit so well. They don't share any other traits, they are completely seperate characters, if anyone was confused~
Akar: Variant form of Hebrew Akan, meaning "one who troubles." And he certainly has troubled many over the course of 900 years. Pity he didn't think of the side effects of this spell.
Aelfric: Elf Ruler. Oh Aelfric, you conniving son of a bitch.
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Reversal of Fate 1Jersey Shore, PA
The door to the rundown house creaked open slowly. Dean peered around the edge of the door, gun at the ready. Once he decided the coast was clear he motioned for his brother to follow. Sam slipped in and glanced over to Dean, arching his eyebrows. "So, you're sure that this was the last house the vic was seen in?" he whispered.
"Yeah, of course I am, Sammy!" Dean snapped. "I know how to do my damn job. Friends had him out here on a dare. House has been abandoned for about 15 years. Last owners moved out real fast when they lost their father. Craig here is lucky victim number three to disappear in the house this month."
"So, possible angry spirit?" Sam stepped over fallen chairs in the entryway. "Did their story make it sound like the father died ugly?"
"Not sure yet, couldn't get a clear story from the family. They didn't seem to take kindly to any questions about him, so there's a good chance something happened there that no one wants to rememb
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Reversal of Fate 7Dean arrived back at the house where it had all started. Oddly enough, out of all the ingredients that he'd needed to gather, the robins’ eggs had taken him the most time. Buttercup petals were all over the place in the fields, easy to gather. He'd been able to find basil and caraway seeds in a local herb shop. On the other hand, for the robin's egg he'd had to find an Oologist, which had taken a while since he hadn't even know what an Oologist was that morning, and the closest one to town had lived an hour out. He was willing to bet that having his geektastic brother with him would have made that trip take a lot less time. Now he had all of it packed safely away in his bag, along with the items needed to build a small altar.
He reached over the back of the seat and grabbed his duffel bag from the back. Hopefully he had something in there that would be able to stop Akar. It was like grasping at straws, not knowing exactly what it was that he was up against.
Once in the cel
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An Ounce of Courage 1Greencastle, Indiana
Running. Always running.
Ever since waking up five minutes ago, running had been the only thing she'd been able to do. Surrounded by grass that looked straight out of Jurassic Park, she hadn't slowed down yet. If she did, she was dead. She could hear in the back of her mind Don't go into the long grass! echoing through her thoughts. Which raised a good question. What do you do if you woke up in the long grass? It's not like she'd come here on purpose!
She found herself briefly wishing she could watch that movie again. One more time. It was good.
If only she hadn't picked up that damn ring. It had shown up out of nowhere on her table, and she'd picked it up simply out of curiosity. Where had it come from? Was there someone in her house?
Deep inside, she had been hoping that it had been a surprise engagement ring from the man she’d been seeing over the last three years. He seemed to be building up to it slowly, asking her about what she wanted
Brothers Apart 1Background: In this fic, Sam was hit with a witches curse when he was 10 and Dean was 14. Unable to find him or his attacker anywhere when the dust settled, John and Dean Winchester were eventually forced to give him up for dead. Unbeknownst to them, Sam was saved from the witch and adopted into a new family, and they've trained him to take care of himself as best he can in the world, and protected him from the witches gaze all these years. And now...
August, 2005
Sam stood at the entrance to the motel room, surreptitiously scanning to make sure he was alone. The last thing he needed was to get captured by a human on one of his morning forays. Neither of his adopted parents approved of his choice to explore the motel during the day. But he'd found that when a room was vacant, humans weren't likely to 'check in' in the morning or early afternoon. For the most part, people would start to arrive in the early evening and night. It was incredibly rare to see anyone sooner. So,
The story takes place after Season 6 Episode 14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning
I do not own Dean, Sam, or any part of Supernatural. The storyline and all other characters are mine. Please do not repost.
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Fantastic Storry! <3 I like the changes of perspektives.