An Icebox Where My Heart Used to Be
A/N: I forgot to link so many fic here and I'm sorry for how spammed you're about to get. >_< This is a two-part fic. The second part isn't done yet.
Title: An Icebox Where My Heart Used to Be
Disclaimer: I,
ladyknightanka, do not own Supernatural. Please don't replicate my silly work without permission. Pop-culture references aren't mine. Title is inspired by an Omarion song played constantly during my high school years.
Warnings: T for coarse language, animal romance and schmoop that will rot the teeth from your skull.
Other Notes: ~1200w of a Zoo AU. Adam/Michael and light implications of Sam/Dean/Castiel. Adam is a fairy penguin, Michael and some other angels are emperors, the Winchesters are polar bears, Castiel is a bird called a snow-bunting, Bobby's a walrus, Lucifer's a leopard seal, etc. Think Penguins of Madagascar combined with And Tango Makes Three. This chapter is standalone, but there is one more to follow.
Summary: Matters of the heart are difficult enough when you're a giant human, especially when race and class become involved. Try being less than a foot tall, blue and in love with the penguin royalty next door.
( Humans say the truth will set you free, but if that's true, why is it so hard to speak it? Why is it easier to believe that humans are just a bunch of liars? )
Title: An Icebox Where My Heart Used to Be
Disclaimer: I,
ladyknightanka, do not own Supernatural. Please don't replicate my silly work without permission. Pop-culture references aren't mine. Title is inspired by an Omarion song played constantly during my high school years.
Warnings: T for coarse language, animal romance and schmoop that will rot the teeth from your skull.
Other Notes: ~1200w of a Zoo AU. Adam/Michael and light implications of Sam/Dean/Castiel. Adam is a fairy penguin, Michael and some other angels are emperors, the Winchesters are polar bears, Castiel is a bird called a snow-bunting, Bobby's a walrus, Lucifer's a leopard seal, etc. Think Penguins of Madagascar combined with And Tango Makes Three. This chapter is standalone, but there is one more to follow.
Summary: Matters of the heart are difficult enough when you're a giant human, especially when race and class become involved. Try being less than a foot tall, blue and in love with the penguin royalty next door.
( Humans say the truth will set you free, but if that's true, why is it so hard to speak it? Why is it easier to believe that humans are just a bunch of liars? )