So this au has been cooking in my brain for a while now, but I finally finished the prologue and i’m finally posting this thing. So let’s see how this goes! (Quick shoutout to my two best friends @mibasiamille and @marlosbooknook for letting me bounce ideas off of them and helping me edit. Also just being overall great people, ily guys <3)
When We Collide
Oxford, England 22nd September 1976
It’s the little things that we rarely notice: those smaller, seemingly irrelevant memories that always lead to more memorable ones. We seem to forget that these events, when put in succession, can eventually change our lives forever. The aftermath can often times leave us in a state that we can never truly recover from, and can even change us into completely different people; people that we wouldn’t even recognize.
These events are usually ones we often see in films and literature; we never expect that they can happen to us. But the fact of the matter is that these things do happen, and they can happen to anyone.
One tiny fraction of a second is all it takes to change everything. Your whole world turns upside down: you can’t tell which way is up or which way is down. But these moments– they’re only the beginning.
fav important fic i’ve done is if nobody speaks of remarkable things which is the first thing i started publishing in fandom and which was a labor of love and healing and which continues to give back to me with all the comments
bonus round fav for the dead hourswhich is my new wip but which i am certain i am going to loooooooooooove writing
Castiel looks around the room. It’s unfamiliar, and it’s too bright and too colorful. Something’s off about this place.
“Jinkies! It’s the angel!”
He can feel something definitely wrong with the three of you. You look different, but he can still sense your souls burning inside of you.
“Castiel, we need your help. Gabriel has once again gotten the best of us.” It’s Sam. Except he’s dressed like the angel, trenchcoat and all. And he’s talking like Cas too, with a tone that doesn’t fall or rise. A monotony that you’d once called quirky.
“I cannot undo my brother’s work,” Castiel frowns. “He must be the one to do it himself.”
“Whit’ll we do in th’ meantime?” Dean demands. He’s in a Braveheart costume, face painted blue just like Mel Gibson’s, and flowing dark hair that could probably rival Sam’s. He even has the Scottish accent. “Am nae too keen on stayin’ thes way forever!”
If the orange turtleneck you had on were any larger, you’d sink right into it so you can hide the blush that rises to your cheeks whenever Dean speaks. “I like it,” you admit.
Dean immediately turns on the charm and pours it all in your direction. “An’ ah like ye. Yer a braw hen.”
“Is that a good thing?”
Sam pointedly clears his throat. Now isn’t the time to be flirting, considering the urgency of your situation. “Please, Dean, keep it in your kilt.”
I was thinking about buying your book, but could you tell me first if the Scottish element to it is overly-apparent? Like I don't want to go buy it and find it's full of Scottish stereotypes (i'm Scottish myself.) I'm sorry if this sounds rude and/or unclear but I don't mean it to, just apprehensive I guess :)
Pretty sure it’s safe.
So far all my Scottish readers who have written in have enjoyed it a lot. I’m not sure what the stereotypes for Scottish people are, I certainly didn’t work any in intentionally. At absolute worst there’s one mention of a kilt and Highland Cattle are mentioned once or twice but it’s not like “And this takes place in Scotland so everyone wears kilts and lives in castles and plays bagpipes.” If those are the stereotypes, I’m honestly not sure what negative stereotypes anyone would even have about Scotland.
All the content for Scotland is actually in the first couple chapters, which you can read for free on Amazon. Just click “Look Inside” on this page.