Dawn was painting the sky with streaks of hopeful colour when Draco’s feet, awkwardly encased in stolen seven-league boots two sizes too large, landed in the mulch on the fringes of the Forbidden Forest. He gasped out the deactivation spell and let his momentum carry him forward, and a moment later he was sprawling face-down in wet leaves the colour and consistency of soggy Muggle cornflakes.*
A story in fifteen parts, in which the angel Castiel finds himself put in an untenable position, and consequentially loses his grace. In which he goes on a roadtrip with a demon, discovers the delights of tequila and french fries and pie, plays a starring role in a virgin sacrifice, is deflowered by his favourite Winchester, and then gets some very unpleasant news indeed.*
a J2 movie AU based on ‘Notting Hill’, featuring misunderstandings, secrets, lies, twists, turns, comic books, Japanese-Ethiopian fusion cuisine, a lesbian wedding, several fabulous movies that really should exist, heartache, tequila, some exceptionally awful blind dates, hot boy-on-boy sex, and true love. All told in 42,000 words.*
A story in 21 parts, featuring an Ancient Greek curse, an unexpected metamorphosis, adventures in pool sharking, numerous shots of tequila, a nun outfit, zombies, angels, demons, kidnappings, startling discoveries about old acquaintances, massage, a game of strip poker, girl-on-girl action, girl-on-boy action, and boy-on-boy action. Despite my expectations or inclinations, it swiftly became clear that this story was going to be Sam/Dean. And, indeed, it is. Because my muse likes to fuck with me.*