16 Works by strgbird
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He wondered if Gabriel even knew what he’d painted. Or if he knew Sam would understand it like this. Not as art. Not as theology. But as a confession.
A quiet one.
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Even angels pale when no one believes they're real
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Your eyes see pain. Mine just feel everything else.
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Gabriel appears like a memory—gentle, golden, and whole. Sam tries not to break beneath the weight of his presence, the way his touch feels real, the way his voice still makes something in Sam ache. There's tension, longing, hesitation—and something too fragile to name.
In the soft flicker of grace and the warmth of a kiss, Sam dares to believe.
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The explosion hit like a hammer to the chest. The roar of fire and force drowned everything, like the world had narrowed to just sound and pressure. Sam's body locked up, frozen in the blast. All he could feel was the air turning molten in his lungs—and then—
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“See you on the other side, Samshine,” Gabriel says—bloody, grinning, wings spread wide—before throwing Sam through the rift.
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"If you care," he whispers to the nothing, to the one person who used to look at him like he was worth the fight, "please come back."
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Power means nothing when the room is empty.
Words left unsaid, letters turned to ash, and silence that cuts deeper than any blade.
When truth demands to be spoken, there's no crown, no fire, no fear strong enough to stop it. -
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When silence breaks and distance shatters, what's left between them is raw, breathless, and impossible to ignore.
Some things don't need words.
Some things can't stay buried. -
“When you’re gone, who’ll watch over you? When you’re lost, who will give you strength to carry on?” by strgbird
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
16 Apr 2025
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The world’s gone quiet, and Sam’s forgotten how to breathe.
Grief clings like smoke, memory sharp as glass. But even in the silence, something still pulses—faint, familiar, impossible.
This isn’t a love story.
It’s what’s left after. -
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“They’ve got Alec. We’re going after him, but I can feel it, Lydia—something terrible is going to happen. And I—I don’t know how to use my powers. The hum… it’s all noise. I don’t know how to make it stop"
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“You’re, like… impressive, you know?”
Nolan froze for half a second, caught off guard. “Impressive?”
“Yeah,” Alec said, looking down at his notes as he fidgeted with his pen. “I mean, you’ve got all this stuff going on in your head, and you’re still… I don’t know. You’re just cool.”
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Nolan gasps, his breath stolen from his lungs. He doesn’t know what’s real anymore, what’s a dream, or if he’s even still awake. All he knows is that the scream he’s been holding back finally escapes—raw and desperate—as the world around him continues to slip into madness.
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Ми обов’язково у всьому розберемося. Але не зараз. Зараз мені занадто лінь. Як і лінь ненавидіти його, коли ми ділимо одне дихання на двох.
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Він був готовий потонути в очах Ліама, що з шаленим блиском дивилися на нього. Він не вірив, що хтось може дивитися на нього так.
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Або Тео все це спланував, або це подарунок долі, хоч Ліам і не був фаталістом.
І все як і має бути. Правильно
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-Чшшш, - Алек веде носом по його щоці, нашіптуючи, як йому здається, марні слова втіхи.
Він знав, що це станеться. Він попереджав інших. Але, на жаль, кращої кандидатури для цієї роботи не знайшлося.- Language:
- Українська
- Words:
- 328
- Chapters:
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- Kudos:
- 20
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