The House (massive crossover fic)Once upon a time, there was a House.
It was a relatively normal looking house; the bricks were red-brown, the roof tiled in black. It was two stories, a little white veranda winding around the houses front, an overhang covering it from the weather.
The grass was green and unkempt, but not overgrown. Flowers dotted the ground, the owners seeming to not care for garden beds. A big tree sat on the centre of the left garden, its bark dark and rough and leaves ever green and spread wide.
The path leading to the front door was made up of white stones as big as dinner plates, uneven from being removed so many times.
By the path was a track from where someone had neglected the path and choose to instead walk on the grass.
The front steps were three in number and although thick and sturdy, squeaked in protest when stepped on.
The front door was plain and black, the simple word House written in golden letters were a number should be.
Inside the wallpaper is odd; no wall has matching paper and do
What Is SuperWhoLock?What is SuperWhoLock?
Salt, silver bullets and cheap beer.
Blue boxes, sonic screw drivers and proper skinny.
Expensive suits, thinly veiled insults and bloggers.
That’s what superwholock is.
What is true friend ship?
Starting to feel something, baseball caps and prophets.
Bigger on the inside, Companions and assistance’s.
Could be dangerous, Detective Inspector's and army doctors.
This is friendship in its truest form.
But what is sacrifice?
Blood, deals, rivers and soul selling.
Farewells, set points and big, red buttons.
Falling, goodbyes and trickery.
Now you know what sacrifice is.
Can you tell me what loss is?
Flames, unmarked graves, and cages.
Christmas, different dimensions and time wars.
Tombstones, long years and dusty flats.
Do you still wonder what loss is?
What about bravery?
Closing gates, opening cages and falling to Purgatory.
Three men, standing together to protect the universe.
Climbing into fires, protecting friends and standing up to Consulting C
A Skulduggery Story- Dead Men"You're all dead men!" a burly man shouted through the noise of the pub.
This was the first time someone had out right said it and somehow it seemed appropriate that this man said it first. He was massive, shoulders like an ox, red hair that tumbled around his shoulders and an attractive face with big blue eyes. He had bulging muscles everywhere and was known for never losing a fight. His name was Black Bundi. He was also known for hating Skulduggery Pleasant with a passion.
"And when you don’t come back, maybe I'll take that pretty wife of yours" Bundi continues in a snarl as he leaned over the table that a group of men sat at.
As Black finished, there was silence through the whole room. Not a cough was coughed nor a sneeze sneezed. No drink was slurped or even raised. No noise at all.
Until one man, fairly drunk and a gambler picked out a single gold coin and began to pass it to his friend, knowing he had lost the bet. But his slow and drunken fingers dropped the coin.
Sexy!? A SuperWhoAvengeMerLock Story"Okay everyone, into the phone box!" said the doctor, walking towards a blue police phone box
"You kinky son of a bitch! I don’t swing that way!" Dean said, completely outraged. Sam threw 'the Doctor' a strange look that bordered on a bitchface
"There is no possible way we would all fit in there" Sherlock said, hardly looking up from his phone. He opened his mouth again and John handed him his phone before he could even ask
"What's a 'phone box'? Merlin?" Arthur said, looking to Merlin. He seemed to have a better grasp on what was happening here.
"Really? You want to get all of us, including giant green rage monster, in there?" Tony said, one eye brown raised over his sun glasses as he pointed to the blue box
"Trust me! You will all fit!"
*** five minutes later***
"Sam! Get your elbow out of my gut!"
"soon as you get your foot off my hand, jerk!"
"Bitch! I'm not standing on your hand!"
"sorry, that was me, but who ever has their knee in my shin, please remove it"
No Need To Say Goodbye-It started out as a feeling-
Should he? He was standing right there, so it shouldn't be too hard to just…
-Which then grew into a quiet hope-
Would he stay? He would… wouldn't he? He sure as hell hoped so
-Which then turned into a quiet thought-
He could just… do it and hope for the best
-Which then turned into a quite word-
"Gabe?" the boys voiced cracked, emotion filling the single word
Gabriel turned, looking down on the younger boy. He had frequently visited the young Winchester, just to talk.
But it seemed the young child had become extremely attached
-And then that word grew louder and louder-
"Please don't go!" cried Sam running forwards and wrapping his arms around the Arch-Angels waist
"I don’t want you to go!"
-'till it was a battle cry-
"Don’t worry, Sammy. I'll be back soon"
-I'll come back when you call me-
"I'm only a prayer away, okay?" Gabriel said, dropping a kiss on the child's head.
The rush of many wings filled the silent air, and t
Pirates Life For Me: Chap 3The Navigator had a ship. Not just any ship though, for this was the navigators ship, it was huge, it was heavy, it was legendary, it was God's right hand, it was magnificent.
It was also beached.
Five hundred metres from the water
The pirates stood in a line, all with different expressions.
Dean was startled. Where the actual fuck had Castiel hiding this giant thing?
Sam was calculating. How had this thing not collapsed? It looked to heavy to be sitting above water
Hook was amazed. She was a beauty. Perfect for war. No ship would be able to stand up to her might
Harkness was annoyed. Even the bloody hermit had a ship!? Why was he the only one without?
Sparrow… was hard to read. His mouth hung open and his eyes were squinted. Much like the time he was in the locker and his ship started moving. In the middle of a desert. If one of the others where to look at him and try and guess what he was thinking, they would not have gotten it. But it went something like this; How
Baby SuperWhoLock"ahh guys?" Dean said as he walked back in the room, voice obviously distraught
"what dean?" Sherlock muttered as he sat in johns chair with his chin resting on his raised knees where he was watching a cooking show
"umm, I don’t know" his voice was more distraught now, right on the edge of panic.
"Surprise, surprise" Sherlock muttered
John walked from the kitchen and glanced over at Dean, doing a complete double take
"what is that!?" he yelled, unable to stop himself in time
"well…" Dean said staring at the object he held with out stretched arms and at eye level
"it kinda just happened"
The Doctor, who had been busy staring at the skull on Sherlock's mantle turned around and looked at Dean.
"where did you get that?" he said with a startled tone
Before Dean could come back with a snappy retort, Sam walked out from the kitchen, running into the shocked John. Well, more so tripping over the small man. His eyes widened at the sight of Dean and the object, his mouth opening and