LadySpade7777

"Doctorrrrrrr" You groaned laying on the floor of the TARDIS. "Yes (Y/n)?" He asked walking into the room. You noticed he had a tux on. “Oooooo fancy~!” You said sitting up. He smirked and leaned on the railing of the stairs. “What’s wrong?” "I'm bored! But I don't feel like running from danger...." "Would you rather die?” He asked chuckling. You laughed. “No. Let me rephrase that. I don’t feel like getting in trouble and having to run because something is trying to kill us.” “Say, how about going to the 1800's? They have great balls. And-” You cut him off by giggling m

Inspired by 5x19 – Hammer of the Gods because Gabriel! Chapter 1/4 - Nice Stakes! Dean and Sam pushed open the doors to the Elysian Hotel while you quickly ran between then and into the warm lounge. You shook your head and sent a spiral of cold rain water in the direction of your brothers. “Hey, hey!” Dean frowned as he wiped his face, “Cut it out.” “Sorry, but I hate being drenched in cold rain.” You sighed apologetically. The three of you looked up at your sleeping arrangement for the night and were amazed. It wasn’t a dodgy, old hotel that you usually got – it was luxurious. There

Traitor. There was no other way to put it. You were a traitor to your kind, an insult to your species, and you should be executed on the spot for this. Track down and kill the witch. It should have been such a simple task. You possessed immeasurable strength and skill with a sword. No witch or demon could best your heavenly powers. Yet, here you were, trapped in her enticing embrace. Your trembling hands long since discarded your weapons, your back against the cool grass of the abandoned ruins. Her long legs straddled your hips, and she pressed her chest into yours, dragging a slim finger down the line of your clothes. Be strong, you to

    You waited inside your home for Black*Star to arrive. You haven’t seen him since the accident and quite frankly, you were nervous. It had only been days since the accident caused you to go mute and you were still adjusting to your new way of life. Not being able to speak wasn’t as hard as you originally thought it would be. You had always been shy, so talking wasn’t something you had done often. You only had to get used to only being able to write down everything you wanted to say. Well, that and the fact that your weapon was gone forever….    You shook your head, not wanting to think of the painful memories. Bla

“You’re angry with me.”   Your eyes flicked up to his but you said nothing. You continued the task at hand and kept applying the iridescent serum on the burn that marred Kylo’s face. The cells were already repairing themselves, the mark already lightening. “That’s it isn’t it?” His eyes narrowed as he searched your usually smiling face and found your mouth was set in a hard line. “Not at all,” you sighed. You stood up and looked down at Kylo, taking him by the chin to examine the mark. Satisfied you had done what you could, you sealed the jar and placed it on a nearby shelf. “