This is the AU charlie parker fic i've been working on for like a million years. Kind of messes with the timeline of The Wolf in Winter a bit then ignore all the books after that.
rough summary: After Charlie Parker gets shot, something awakens in him, something that he never really believed was there. As he delves into a new case, new abilities and new feelings come to the surface and he discovers that there is more to his friend, the enigmatic Louis's past than he ever knew-and that it is all connected to the mysterious One Who Waits Behind the Glass and those who worship him.
Disclaimer: don't own charlie parker obviously. if i did, louis/charlie/angel would be a polyamorous ship and things would be even darker than they already are.
Warnings: language, slash, threesomes, probably smut eventually, violence, character death(s)...there will probably be more to come
Winter dead, spring dying, summer waiting in the wings. And yet…
The night sky was consumed by dark gray clouds and rain was falling from above, colliding with the asphalt like shattered pieces of glass. When the hail began, that was what it felt like, too.
The people of Scarborough didn't know what to make of it. Normally, this would be the time when seasonal rentals would be opening and getting cleaned; ice cream parlours had already begun ordering supplies and stores and restaurants had been gearing up for the advent of the tourists. But it looked like there would be none this year.
They didn't know what this meant. It was nearing the end of May, and summer storms weren't unheard of, but they were extremely rare. There hadn't been one in quite a long time. They weren't ill-prepared, though. Just a few weeks ago, there had been one-but not like this. The downpour was getting heavier by the minute and it didn't show any signs of letting up.
Some of the more superstitious citizens wondered whether the unseasonable deluge was maybe an omen-a portent that something sinister was on its way to the town.
Or rather, on its way back.
Everyone knew of the private detective, Parker, and they knew what had happened to him, either through the story in the papers or through word of mouth. They knew the case he'd been working on most recently had ended with him being attacked in his home. They knew he'd been shot and his injuries had been several enough to put him into a coma that no one had thought he would wake up from, not even his doctors.
Now, only a few days later, he was coming home. He was returning to the scene of the incident and the residents of the town didn't know what to expect. They'd heard that, while he was in the hospital, he'd died and been resuscitated three times like some biblical prophecy come to life. Someone didn't go through that and not change; the detective already brought shadows with him wherever he went. Would the man awakening from the coma be the same as teh one who'd gone in? And what would follow him from wherever he'd gone while he'd been unconscious?
The steadily intensifying rainfall seemed to suggest something quite...dramatic.