*Charlie, Gilda, Claire, Kaia, Jody, and Donna running behind Team Free Will in the streets.*
Castiel: LET'S GO LESBIANS LETS GO!!
Sam: GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!
Dean: *throws some random person, who just so happened to be on the sidewalk, into oncoming traffic*
Jack: LESBIANS COMING THROUGH!
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in fics gilda is normally charlie's sweet girlfriend who exists to be a background lesbian. no more. gilda is a fairy, even if she's "good" she should have an insanely warped morality. when she falls in love with charlie and takes her to the fey realm to be her lover there. tricks charlie into eating the food so she has to stay there forever in a place halfway between a dream and a nightmare. and the fey are fickle. when gilda gets bored, charlie's no longer under her protection (and fair game for any fairy there as a result). this could go sexy torture or gory torture by the way. turn charlie into a deer and turn her loose in the woods so hounds can tear her apart
just thought about charlie being transformed into a deer and hounds being sent after her and got so hard i got nauseous. have you heard the silt verses. made me think of a really good and fucked up thing from the fourth episode
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Fic: “Where Secrets Lie”
read on AO3
Fandom: Supernatural (TV)
Rating: T
Summary: Charlie abandons what remains of a normal life in search of the one she loves—a good fairy.
for @flashfictionfridayofficial
for @femslashfeb’s Day 3 prompt “Storm”
for @febuwhump’s Day 3 prompt “Inferno”
This definitely isn't Moondoor… or the Shire.
Charlie yells, swatting away the pesky bugs in her face.
She crankily trudges into mud.
According to her research, this is where Allison Peirson, burned as a witch in 1588, claimed to have spoken with the Queen of Elfhame. Basically, Fairyland.
A cave system within a deep lonely forest in the borders of North Ayrshire, Scotland—ah, lots of green hills here.
Charlie wanders into flowerbeds, on a still, windless day, listening for a tinkling of bells or softened laughter between nervously humming the Star Wars theme.
Apparently fairies like when someone's singing within the boundaries of their realm. It'll summon them. And she hopes that Gilda recognizes her voice…
"Damn it… nope, nope, I'm not an outdoorsy person," Charlie complains, looking down at her ruined boots.
The stillness breaks apart with the wind whipping around Charlie.
For a moment, Charlie wonders if it's Queen Titania, or King Oberon, or whoever the hell rules 'the Fairy Tribunal' connected to Gilda… did they hear Charlie?
Wind becomes a shadowy storm, clouding her vision.
"What the frack…"
She screams, alarmed by the burning sensation around Charlie's neck when it claims her. Charlie knows she's been trapped and pulled into a hellish, suffocating darkness. The painful burning magnifies on Charlie's skin.
"Unhand her."
In a burst of glimmer, the shadows flee.
Charlie gasps, falling to her trembling knees.
Gilda leads Charlie on her feet and to where sunlight cascades in pollen-bright beams. Charlie sees the flowerbeds again, but they're different. Much more colorful. Everything's ethereal.
"Is this…?"
"Yes, we are in the Hollow Forest of Arkhmoor." Gilda fusses, unhappily touching Charlie's neck-burn. "You were nearly taken."
Charlie blinks.
"Who… who tried to take me?"
"One of the Shadow Court," Gilda whispers, sternly meeting Charlie's eyes. "Both dreams and nightmares live here. We reign together."
"That kinda sucks…"
Gilda finally smiles, touching Charlie's chin with obvious affection, and Charlie sees a mirroring relief on her.
"You are not marked. Therefore, you must leave."
Charlie shakes her head insistently, raising her eyebrows.
"After I illegally flew all the way out into a different country? Sitting next to a guy farting for eight hours?" she laughs, and Gilda's kind smile widens. "You know, I've missed you."
"Yes, you were always in my thoughts," Gilda agrees, and Charlie hugs her and presses their cheeks together, basking.
"What do I gotta do, huh?" she says, leaning out, grinning. "Bow to your queen? Eat an orange? Sing a ballad about my victories?"
Gilda's palms, brown and warm as a woman, cups Charlie's face.
"Be yourself," Gilda assures her, and Charlie flushes, embarrassed…
Well, it's gonna be tough…
"You got it, babe."
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