He ran. Too weak to trust his wings to carry him, he stumbled and gasped for breath - breath he shouldn’t have needed at all - every part of him crying out in agony. He didn’t stop when he slipped out of the pocket universe and found himself on the Earthly plane. He didn’t stop when he crossed the fence and vanished into the shadows of the forest. He didn’t stop when the bushes slapped his face, or when his bare feet caught on a root or a rock. He ran.
In which Lucifer reconciles with his past, Deckerstar shippers get what they want, Ella finds love, Dan develops a bromance with God, and the author maliciously murders an army of onions in the name of art. Inspired by the show and the comics.
- Part 1 of Fire and Ice
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Sandman
28 Nov 2009
Buffy meets Death. Spoilers through "The Gift."
“Of course it was Willow. To really cause mayhem takes Willow’s special brand of magic."
When Cookies don’t appease everyone who was impacted by Willow’s “Will Be Done” spell she looks to find a way to fix it with results that she might not expect but we all should.
This goes Historical back to Williams childhood, pre-series, and series compatible through Something Blue until eventually ending AU. It includes canon from BtVS, Angel, some Comics and official novels here and there with notations when used, same with bits of dialogue. Also includes links to additional information for RL information for anyone interested that will be in the endnotes for impacted chapters.
21 Sep 2020
A series which veers off-canon after Something Blue with a surprise visit from the Hellions, and rewrites itself in rather interesting, often agonizing, but hopefully useful ways thereafter as each new wicked thing comes to town.
Begun because I was attacked by a bad dream, launched because of the Elysian Fields Big Bads Challenge, and continued because wicked plot bunnies continued to assault. Because when something wicked this way comes, it's usually smutty, sometimes slutty, often taboo, occasionally quite painful... and most definitely throws canon right the hell out of the damn window. With Shakespeare. Like ya do.
And heh, I didn't make the pun, YOU did.
Alright, if you have to ask what pun, maybe I did...
22 Sep 2020
The letter is short, a bare handful of words that burrow beneath her skin like slivers. She reads them over and over until they are carved into her heart, red as weirwood sap. Red as blood.
Daenerys is dead. The North is free, and yours, as it should be. Take care of our family.
Or: Jon and Sansa in the aftermath.