[Merlin] And I do not deserve the best I?
Fandom: Merlin
Character: Merlin
set themes: Set 4 - Beauty and the Beast
Prompt: 08. "And I do not deserve the best I?"
Rating: PG
Warning: General, Flashfic (500 words exactly), Fluff, Romance
Table: Here
DISCLAIMER: The characters in these stories are not my own, but belong to the BBC and some for them. From these stories we do not return anything.
And I do not deserve the best I?
had won yet another tournament.
He had fought bravely - that Merlin could not deny it - but now he'd have to put up with all the arrogance of the royal ass.
The blond walked beside him. He was stating the its wonderful characteristics that made him the winner of that race.
was boasting that night because his father - the king - had held a banquet in his honor, his infallible power to exalt, not be found wanting.
And Merlin was standing there, listening with only half an ear full of arrogance that those words could never be a change.
Although he was come to Camelot, Arthur was minimally changed, that its facade of perpetual need for attention by any living being, would never be changed.
"... and I do not deserve the best I?" Finally he heard the blond, who looked at him full of himself.
"Sure ..." he whispered with a false allegiance.
"Merlin!"
was only then that he realized that he had spoken aloud.
"Yes?" He asked with an innocent expression.
"How many more times I must repeat that I am the prince?"
"Oh trust me ..." Merlin nodded fervently. "You do it too often already."
" Merlin!"
"..."
"Want me to send you to shame and leave us to rot along with the vegetables and fruit?"
that was a rhetorical question, is not it?
Merlin raised an eyebrow slightly, gently biting her lip with his teeth to keep from replicating.
He was sure he would not answer or no answer made the difference.
Arthur would also sent to the pillory. Even if the
envisioned.
An immense crowd of citizens who can not wait to be able to delight him throwing rotten fruit.
What then, what we are so pleasant, had never understood.
True, that could be a way to discharge their personal frustrations ...
But why just download those frustrations on him? He had no pro
be the 'personal assistant' the Crown Prince.
He had absolutely no pro.
Merlin had not noticed that he stopped, being bewildered, with the armor of the prince in his hands.
"Merlin you want to move? There are many things I want to do before tonight ... And of course you must do your part! "
No. He had absolutely no pro.
***
Merlin did not think it would ever change his mind.
Not so soon, at least.
He was in the bed of the blonde next to him with the prince.
They had just spent some intense moments, particularly involving and that left him breathless.
But he felt satisfied.
definitely satisfied.
"What's that smile of your lips?" Felt request by Arthur.
"Well ... you who say, and I do not deserve the best I?"
"What would you suggest with this?"
"Obviously I am the meg-"
But the dark he could not finish his sentence that the prince was again on top of him, kissing him possessively.
Definitely better than the pillory.
Definitely better than the thirsty crowd that he wanted to see it full of fruit and vegetables march right into his pants.
Definitely better than anything else.
Together they were perfect.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
How Long Do Tooth Whitening Gels Expire
[Slam Dunk] Diamonds
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Torque: Kaede Rukawa / Hanamichi Sakuragi
set of issues: September 6- Aladdin
Prompt: 07. Diamonds
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff , AU, romantic
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, all rights reserved to the master Inoue, the story is not written for profit.
Notes: shonen-ai.
The following story, although the writing is first and foremost, is thought to be the third side story Our Life Is Gonna Change . Although he has not read the long fic (currently in progress), however the story is easily read as a story in itself. The title is very trivial
-.-
With his nose pressed against the glass of a center of luxury jewelry, Hanamichi wonder at window dressing.
Kaede, a few steps from him, snorted pulling the arm to force him to break away and continue walking.
"Come on, Doah! Or we'll be late! "The incentives, but the red seemed devoid of ears, too busy with his analysis.
"Hey, wait, Kaede, look! That's perfect, is not it? "Interrupted, in turn, taking him by the elbow, pulling with his renowned grace toward you.
Rukawa looked up to heaven exhausted, they were wandering the streets of Tokyo since early morning looking for a gift for his sister to congratulate him for the upcoming engagement that evening. They had decided last
out to look for something cute, but could not find anything that would appeal to both, or to different tastes of the two for the price too high or gift.
"What?" Surrendered once the fox. "There are plenty of jewels!"
Hanamichi wrinkled her nose and mouth hurt, "Of course you, romance zero, eh?" I retorted.
Then, pointed his finger at the center of the glass, leaving the imprint of the finger which then would have to order a swift clean.
"Now you see it? Look, there is that ring, bearing purple. It is the most beautiful of all, no? You'll see how it will be happy! "Enthuses.
"You're still the same megalomaniac ..." says the fox to watch the first jewelry show him the red: a silver ring with diamond, finely crafted.
"No!" he said peremptorily.
"Eeeh, why?"
"Doah, you saw how much it costs? We can not afford it ... "
" stingy "stopped him making his tongue.
Rukawa ignored him: "... and that's a loner, is the guy who gives the future bride," he explained.
"Aaaah, I did not know!" Hanamichi was surprised, following his companion in the main streets, casting a last glance to the ring.
"It was really beautiful, but ... it will be what you say then, a diamond is forever! "notes that the happy and Rukawa smiled. The
really did these things so romantic to her Hanamichi now understood that.
*
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations!"
A clink of glasses hoped the two newly-engaged couple much happiness. Hanamichi went to the festivities, radiant, friends and relatives greeted with big smiles.
"Nh ... so you've got made "congratulated Rukawa giving two kisses on the cheek.
"Hey," she marveled. "What do I have the honor and privilege, Kaede?"
"Nh, the Doah forced me!"
She laughed: "I imagined, thank you, Hana!" Smiled the boy who took to the red beside him elbowed.
"Sometimes I get any doubts that you'll be a fox, rather more like a donkey shod and dressed!" I scolded.
"Scusalo" he turned to the girl. "This is for you! "he said, handing her a blue box. The young
unwrapped the package and was amazed: "Thanks, I'm beautiful!" Was moved, from the case by pulling out a pair of earrings of aquamarine blue! "
" good luck gift to the bride something blue! "said the dark, watching her try them right away.
"It's not the diamond that I had seen on display, but your brother has made the difficult!" Hanamichi poked it, causing the girl's laughter.
"Di Do not worry about this, I who thought of everything! "he said, showing his left hand and wearing the ring alone.
"Wow!" Murmured the astonished red. "It is also larger than what we have seen us!"
"I told you, Doah" pointed Rukawa.
"The bigger the diamond the greater the love he feels for the other person" made sure of his girlfriend the story.
"Really?" Rukawa Hanamichi was surprised and snorted, giving him the Doah, and her sister if she laughed in his sleeve.
"I'm kidding, Hana ... even if it was not a diamond but a simple plastic ring was the same for me, love can not be quantified by a costly jewel," he explained with a sweet smile.
* "Did you see it was pleased with your sister?" Said the red lay in bed and sit back under the covers, finally relaxing after a long day.
"Yeah ... I'm happy for her! "Rukawa said, pulling off her jeans and wearing an old shirt that used for the night, reaching the boy to bed.
"Really? I was not really that nice to your brother at the beginning, if I remember correctly? "Took him around the red, extending their arms and dragging his companion to himself.
"Doah not ... You'll be so cheap!" Kaede rebuked him, stroking his hair, combing the fringe back.
"I say yes ..." he whispered, Rossini, raising his head to reach the lips of the dark, involving him in a breathless kiss.
Rukawa slid his hands under the sheet, looking for those of companion, intertwining their fingers and taking them over the head of Hanamichi.
When they parted, red Rukawa slowly opened his eyes and let go on his hands, watching intently.
Hanamichi raised his face, carrying the closed fist in front of the face.
"What," asked little feeling something tickle the palm.
"Open it and find out ..." he murmured Rukawa moving away from his body and stendendoglisi next, approaching him with one arm.
Hanamichi carefully parted his hand and took two fingers between the three small diamonds that Rukawa had given him.
amazement he could not believe his eyes: "I am what I think?"
"If I'm not mistaken, someone said that they are forever ..."
"But, Kaede, when did you get? Where you found them, they are ... "
" Rough diamonds, no more rare than you think. "
" But it will cost you a fortune! "Scolded closing the palm.
Rukawa shook his head: "Although this is less than you think and I do not care ..."
"Why?"
"Do not imagine that?"
"Honestly, right now , I'm too surprised and amazed to think, so tell me clearly what ... "
" I'm asking you to marry me, Doah "
" Sorry? "
" Will you marry me? "asked new point-blank. Hanamichi
And he found himself, with his heart in turmoil, to respond without thinking, "Yes ... yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it!"
before throwing him to his companion and squeeze it tightly excited.
"It will be forever!"
Final notes: I have purposely put the name of the sister of Rukawa perhaps because not all follow the story to which it refers, so I wanted to make it understandable even taking AU itself as a pure and simple.
I hope the ending is not too romantic and not expired in the molasses and the schmaltz, I just maybe snatch a final awwh, that is.
How to set chosen the amount of each prompt is the cartoon of Dinsey 'Aladin' and then in the fanfic I've added another, who can find? ;)
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Torque: Kaede Rukawa / Hanamichi Sakuragi
set of issues: September 6- Aladdin
Prompt: 07. Diamonds
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff , AU, romantic
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, all rights reserved to the master Inoue, the story is not written for profit.
Notes: shonen-ai.
The following story, although the writing is first and foremost, is thought to be the third side story Our Life Is Gonna Change . Although he has not read the long fic (currently in progress), however the story is easily read as a story in itself. The title is very trivial
-.-
A Diamond is forever
With his nose pressed against the glass of a center of luxury jewelry, Hanamichi wonder at window dressing.
Kaede, a few steps from him, snorted pulling the arm to force him to break away and continue walking.
"Come on, Doah! Or we'll be late! "The incentives, but the red seemed devoid of ears, too busy with his analysis.
"Hey, wait, Kaede, look! That's perfect, is not it? "Interrupted, in turn, taking him by the elbow, pulling with his renowned grace toward you.
Rukawa looked up to heaven exhausted, they were wandering the streets of Tokyo since early morning looking for a gift for his sister to congratulate him for the upcoming engagement that evening. They had decided last
out to look for something cute, but could not find anything that would appeal to both, or to different tastes of the two for the price too high or gift.
"What?" Surrendered once the fox. "There are plenty of jewels!"
Hanamichi wrinkled her nose and mouth hurt, "Of course you, romance zero, eh?" I retorted.
Then, pointed his finger at the center of the glass, leaving the imprint of the finger which then would have to order a swift clean.
"Now you see it? Look, there is that ring, bearing purple. It is the most beautiful of all, no? You'll see how it will be happy! "Enthuses.
"You're still the same megalomaniac ..." says the fox to watch the first jewelry show him the red: a silver ring with diamond, finely crafted.
"No!" he said peremptorily.
"Eeeh, why?"
"Doah, you saw how much it costs? We can not afford it ... "
" stingy "stopped him making his tongue.
Rukawa ignored him: "... and that's a loner, is the guy who gives the future bride," he explained.
"Aaaah, I did not know!" Hanamichi was surprised, following his companion in the main streets, casting a last glance to the ring.
"It was really beautiful, but ... it will be what you say then, a diamond is forever! "notes that the happy and Rukawa smiled. The
really did these things so romantic to her Hanamichi now understood that.
*
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations!"
A clink of glasses hoped the two newly-engaged couple much happiness. Hanamichi went to the festivities, radiant, friends and relatives greeted with big smiles.
"Nh ... so you've got made "congratulated Rukawa giving two kisses on the cheek.
"Hey," she marveled. "What do I have the honor and privilege, Kaede?"
"Nh, the Doah forced me!"
She laughed: "I imagined, thank you, Hana!" Smiled the boy who took to the red beside him elbowed.
"Sometimes I get any doubts that you'll be a fox, rather more like a donkey shod and dressed!" I scolded.
"Scusalo" he turned to the girl. "This is for you! "he said, handing her a blue box. The young
unwrapped the package and was amazed: "Thanks, I'm beautiful!" Was moved, from the case by pulling out a pair of earrings of aquamarine blue! "
" good luck gift to the bride something blue! "said the dark, watching her try them right away.
"It's not the diamond that I had seen on display, but your brother has made the difficult!" Hanamichi poked it, causing the girl's laughter.
"Di Do not worry about this, I who thought of everything! "he said, showing his left hand and wearing the ring alone.
"Wow!" Murmured the astonished red. "It is also larger than what we have seen us!"
"I told you, Doah" pointed Rukawa.
"The bigger the diamond the greater the love he feels for the other person" made sure of his girlfriend the story.
"Really?" Rukawa Hanamichi was surprised and snorted, giving him the Doah, and her sister if she laughed in his sleeve.
"I'm kidding, Hana ... even if it was not a diamond but a simple plastic ring was the same for me, love can not be quantified by a costly jewel," he explained with a sweet smile.
* "Did you see it was pleased with your sister?" Said the red lay in bed and sit back under the covers, finally relaxing after a long day.
"Yeah ... I'm happy for her! "Rukawa said, pulling off her jeans and wearing an old shirt that used for the night, reaching the boy to bed.
"Really? I was not really that nice to your brother at the beginning, if I remember correctly? "Took him around the red, extending their arms and dragging his companion to himself.
"Doah not ... You'll be so cheap!" Kaede rebuked him, stroking his hair, combing the fringe back.
"I say yes ..." he whispered, Rossini, raising his head to reach the lips of the dark, involving him in a breathless kiss.
Rukawa slid his hands under the sheet, looking for those of companion, intertwining their fingers and taking them over the head of Hanamichi.
When they parted, red Rukawa slowly opened his eyes and let go on his hands, watching intently.
Hanamichi raised his face, carrying the closed fist in front of the face.
"What," asked little feeling something tickle the palm.
"Open it and find out ..." he murmured Rukawa moving away from his body and stendendoglisi next, approaching him with one arm.
Hanamichi carefully parted his hand and took two fingers between the three small diamonds that Rukawa had given him.
amazement he could not believe his eyes: "I am what I think?"
"If I'm not mistaken, someone said that they are forever ..."
"But, Kaede, when did you get? Where you found them, they are ... "
" Rough diamonds, no more rare than you think. "
" But it will cost you a fortune! "Scolded closing the palm.
Rukawa shook his head: "Although this is less than you think and I do not care ..."
"Why?"
"Do not imagine that?"
"Honestly, right now , I'm too surprised and amazed to think, so tell me clearly what ... "
" I'm asking you to marry me, Doah "
" Sorry? "
" Will you marry me? "asked new point-blank. Hanamichi
And he found himself, with his heart in turmoil, to respond without thinking, "Yes ... yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it!"
before throwing him to his companion and squeeze it tightly excited.
"It will be forever!"
Final notes: I have purposely put the name of the sister of Rukawa perhaps because not all follow the story to which it refers, so I wanted to make it understandable even taking AU itself as a pure and simple.
I hope the ending is not too romantic and not expired in the molasses and the schmaltz, I just maybe snatch a final awwh, that is.
How to set chosen the amount of each prompt is the cartoon of Dinsey 'Aladin' and then in the fanfic I've added another, who can find? ;)
Saturday, December 25, 2010
What Does A Scorpio Man Need?
[Merlin] Just a memory.
Fandom: Merlin
Character: Merlin
set of issues: Sep 4 - Beauty and the Beast
Prompt: 05. Castle
Rating: PG Warning
: General, Drabble (100 words exactly)
Table: Here
DISCLAIMER : The characters in these stories are not my own, but belong to the BBC and some for them. From these stories we do not return anything.
Just a memory.
Fandom: Merlin
Character: Merlin
set of issues: Sep 4 - Beauty and the Beast
Prompt: 05. Castle
Rating: PG Warning
: General, Drabble (100 words exactly)
Table: Here
DISCLAIMER : The characters in these stories are not my own, but belong to the BBC and some for them. From these stories we do not return anything.
Just a memory.
Merlin remembered when his mother used to tell stories of kings and queens, princes and ladies
,
surrounded by the mighty knights who protected their realm,
sure that no one could enter and groped to destroy it.
He told of their lives, their habits inside.
He told of those castles with high walls,
built with the toil and sweat of the subjects of the kingdom. He dreamed
the small Merlin,
hoping that one day he could see with his own eyes one of the great castles,
would have known that one of those King
The discovery on its fate was then still a long way.
,
surrounded by the mighty knights who protected their realm,
sure that no one could enter and groped to destroy it.
He told of their lives, their habits inside.
He told of those castles with high walls,
built with the toil and sweat of the subjects of the kingdom. He dreamed
the small Merlin,
hoping that one day he could see with his own eyes one of the great castles,
would have known that one of those King
The discovery on its fate was then still a long way.
Wedding Favor Wording
[Supernatural] Burning
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Adam Milligan
set of themes: September 7 - The Lion King
Prompt: 08. No rules no responsibility
Rating: PG13
Warning: What if?, Spoilers up to 06x10
DISCLAIMER: Adam Milligan and Supernatural belong to Kripke, the CW and having right, with this gain nothing written there.
Burning
"Adam? Is that you? "
felt that familiar voice call for a name as familiar.
barely opened his eyes, feeling the discomfort that comes when the light is switched on suddenly after hours spent in the dark. Yet there was no light, even a meager flashlight to illuminate what looked like a slightly foggy night.
"Adam?"
Another voice called his name, too familiar.
It was decided to look up the two individuals standing at the side to him, trying to focus.
Dean Winchester.
Sam Winchester. Winch-
Adam Milligan.
names surfaced in his mind with a spontaneity that left him stunned, and realized that was quell'Adam who continued to call him.
"Adam?" The voice of Dean was not just worried, was also skeptical.
incredulous, as if he were to be there, like a mirage, only made of flesh and bone.
"Dean." He mumbled trying to get up and immediately helped the other.
from his older brother, reminded his mind.
"How is it possible," asked Sam, with a slight note of irritation in his voice.
"Let's get out of here, then we will investigate." Dean snapped, taking him by the arm and guiding it to un'Impala black.
their father's car, she whispered again that voice inside your head.
Adam felt confused.
What happened?
Why was there, in a physical state is so battered by almost believe him to be recovering from a bad wrestling match? Why
his brain sent the pulse combustion delay, remember things as basic as the same name that was supposed he should already know?
closed his eyes, tired and dizzy.
*** When he awoke Castiel - another memory from his head to burst out slow - the slid one hand inside the body, without experiencing the pain that would have tried, without reminding him that he was an angel and that whatever he was doing was probably for his own good.
"There." Castiel said, pointing to Dean once withdrew her hand after having left there lying on the bed sore.
"Thank goodness." Dean sighed wearily rubbing his hands over his face.
Sam was sitting on the bed in the room, looking away as if his mind was miles away from them.
Adam coughed violently, realizing that there was half a centimeter of his body that did not hurt but the pain was more of a spiritual and physical. Something that he could not explain.
"But it's battered." Castiel said, always turned to Dean, after a moment's hesitation.
"In that sense battered?" Asked the other, and a gray shadow passed through the eyes of Sam.
"Michael and Lucifer." Confined himself to answer the angel.
"W-what happened?" Adam asked, trying to sit up and realized that this was probably he was in the room of some seedy motel.
"I do not remember anything?" Sam spoke for the first time.
"N-no." Strained to say the boy, succeeding with a huge effort to sit down.
"Michael has taken possession of your body, my Lucifer, the one we fought against each other and eventually we ended up locked up in some cage hell in hell indeed. And Michael and Lucifer started to play ping pong with our souls, that is why yours is battered. "Sam explained in one breath.
"Sam," Dean interjected.
"What? He has a right to know "said Sam, rising shooting irritated.
Adam slumped back on the bed, his head throbbed violently, and felt a slight feeling of nausea seize him. He closed his eyes, the last thing he remembered was to be trapped in a strange room, then was surrounded by a blinding light and a voice had come mightily in his head ... Michael.
In reality it was a memory rather confusing and strange, a statement so absurd that hardly seem real.
closed his eyes and sank back exhausted into unconsciousness.
***
He opened his eyes suddenly, the sound of an inhuman scream that only then realized come from his own throat. There was something burning inside him, something he was trying to set fire to his whole being.
"That's why I'm damn better that way. - Was told to Sam, as she sat beside him and grabbed him by the shoulders trying to calm him down - Do some deep breaths and try to relax. "
Sure, he was easy.
But, to his astonishment, following the advice of his brother slowly burning disappeared.
"Are you better how?" He asked after a while ', when his breath came regularly.
"Soul. - Answered the other by Adam shrugged and stared. - I too have returned from Lucifer cage like you, only that those who brought me here has forgotten a piece of me down there. For this first case has controlled the state of your soul. "
" Who brought me here? "Said Adam, whose mind was desperately trying to piece together all the pieces of the puzzle, with little result.
"We do not know, Dean is investigating."
"And you? Who were you given? "
" It can not be the same person. - Sam replied, according to the logical thread of thoughts of his younger brother - the demon that pulled me out of the sub is dead. "he added, as if they do not give anything.
"My soul ... it is she who is so bad? "
" Yeah, that bastard. "
" You can not live without a soul ... "Adam whispered, more to himself than to Sam. It was impossible, right? But there were so many things in which he believed before a ghoul kill him and his mother, and had proved more wrong than the other.
"I'm alive." Confined himself to meet Sam.
"E. .. do not suffer? "Adam closed his tired eyes, what questions were you doing? It was obvious that Sam did not suffer indeed.
"No, but I suffer a lot if they can bring back the soul. As you are suffering much worse because you and those two sons of bitches will have found my soul much more attractive than yours. "Sam clenched his fists and Adam realized that someone - probably Dean - was trying to save his soul lost and he did not want. How could not she wanted his life?
"And how are you? I mean without a soul. "He asked opening his eyes.
"No rule, no responsibility. - Sam answered simply. - If you have something inside that commands you, you're basically free. "
Adam was about to reply, but the fire burning inside him again with more violence than before.
screamed again and then lost consciousness.
***
burning again, but this time in his head.
not remember where he was or why not even remember his name.
He knew only that his presence there was wrong, he felt deep in his chest and hidden in the recesses of his mind was on fire.
There was only darkness around him, dark and distant voices calling him by name incessantly, in panic, fear, denial of fate that you were doing before their eyes, again.
And then nothing.
*** On his deathbed, Sam and Dean watched his lifeless body, a soul consumed by too much evidence to support the weight of a new existence.
wondered why Adam was brought back to life, how and by whom.
Dean wondered why they were touched to see him die a third time without ever having had the opportunity to know, not really.
Sam wondered why Dean did not desist from about give him his damn soul.
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Adam Milligan
set of themes: September 7 - The Lion King
Prompt: 08. No rules no responsibility
Rating: PG13
Warning: What if?, Spoilers up to 06x10
DISCLAIMER: Adam Milligan and Supernatural belong to Kripke, the CW and having right, with this gain nothing written there.
Burning
"Adam? Is that you? "
felt that familiar voice call for a name as familiar.
barely opened his eyes, feeling the discomfort that comes when the light is switched on suddenly after hours spent in the dark. Yet there was no light, even a meager flashlight to illuminate what looked like a slightly foggy night.
"Adam?"
Another voice called his name, too familiar.
It was decided to look up the two individuals standing at the side to him, trying to focus.
Dean Winchester.
Sam Winchester. Winch-
Adam Milligan.
names surfaced in his mind with a spontaneity that left him stunned, and realized that was quell'Adam who continued to call him.
"Adam?" The voice of Dean was not just worried, was also skeptical.
incredulous, as if he were to be there, like a mirage, only made of flesh and bone.
"Dean." He mumbled trying to get up and immediately helped the other.
from his older brother, reminded his mind.
"How is it possible," asked Sam, with a slight note of irritation in his voice.
"Let's get out of here, then we will investigate." Dean snapped, taking him by the arm and guiding it to un'Impala black.
their father's car, she whispered again that voice inside your head.
Adam felt confused.
What happened?
Why was there, in a physical state is so battered by almost believe him to be recovering from a bad wrestling match? Why
his brain sent the pulse combustion delay, remember things as basic as the same name that was supposed he should already know?
closed his eyes, tired and dizzy.
*** When he awoke Castiel - another memory from his head to burst out slow - the slid one hand inside the body, without experiencing the pain that would have tried, without reminding him that he was an angel and that whatever he was doing was probably for his own good.
"There." Castiel said, pointing to Dean once withdrew her hand after having left there lying on the bed sore.
"Thank goodness." Dean sighed wearily rubbing his hands over his face.
Sam was sitting on the bed in the room, looking away as if his mind was miles away from them.
Adam coughed violently, realizing that there was half a centimeter of his body that did not hurt but the pain was more of a spiritual and physical. Something that he could not explain.
"But it's battered." Castiel said, always turned to Dean, after a moment's hesitation.
"In that sense battered?" Asked the other, and a gray shadow passed through the eyes of Sam.
"Michael and Lucifer." Confined himself to answer the angel.
"W-what happened?" Adam asked, trying to sit up and realized that this was probably he was in the room of some seedy motel.
"I do not remember anything?" Sam spoke for the first time.
"N-no." Strained to say the boy, succeeding with a huge effort to sit down.
"Michael has taken possession of your body, my Lucifer, the one we fought against each other and eventually we ended up locked up in some cage hell in hell indeed. And Michael and Lucifer started to play ping pong with our souls, that is why yours is battered. "Sam explained in one breath.
"Sam," Dean interjected.
"What? He has a right to know "said Sam, rising shooting irritated.
Adam slumped back on the bed, his head throbbed violently, and felt a slight feeling of nausea seize him. He closed his eyes, the last thing he remembered was to be trapped in a strange room, then was surrounded by a blinding light and a voice had come mightily in his head ... Michael.
In reality it was a memory rather confusing and strange, a statement so absurd that hardly seem real.
closed his eyes and sank back exhausted into unconsciousness.
***
He opened his eyes suddenly, the sound of an inhuman scream that only then realized come from his own throat. There was something burning inside him, something he was trying to set fire to his whole being.
"That's why I'm damn better that way. - Was told to Sam, as she sat beside him and grabbed him by the shoulders trying to calm him down - Do some deep breaths and try to relax. "
Sure, he was easy.
But, to his astonishment, following the advice of his brother slowly burning disappeared.
"Are you better how?" He asked after a while ', when his breath came regularly.
"Soul. - Answered the other by Adam shrugged and stared. - I too have returned from Lucifer cage like you, only that those who brought me here has forgotten a piece of me down there. For this first case has controlled the state of your soul. "
" Who brought me here? "Said Adam, whose mind was desperately trying to piece together all the pieces of the puzzle, with little result.
"We do not know, Dean is investigating."
"And you? Who were you given? "
" It can not be the same person. - Sam replied, according to the logical thread of thoughts of his younger brother - the demon that pulled me out of the sub is dead. "he added, as if they do not give anything.
"My soul ... it is she who is so bad? "
" Yeah, that bastard. "
" You can not live without a soul ... "Adam whispered, more to himself than to Sam. It was impossible, right? But there were so many things in which he believed before a ghoul kill him and his mother, and had proved more wrong than the other.
"I'm alive." Confined himself to meet Sam.
"E. .. do not suffer? "Adam closed his tired eyes, what questions were you doing? It was obvious that Sam did not suffer indeed.
"No, but I suffer a lot if they can bring back the soul. As you are suffering much worse because you and those two sons of bitches will have found my soul much more attractive than yours. "Sam clenched his fists and Adam realized that someone - probably Dean - was trying to save his soul lost and he did not want. How could not she wanted his life?
"And how are you? I mean without a soul. "He asked opening his eyes.
"No rule, no responsibility. - Sam answered simply. - If you have something inside that commands you, you're basically free. "
Adam was about to reply, but the fire burning inside him again with more violence than before.
screamed again and then lost consciousness.
***
burning again, but this time in his head.
not remember where he was or why not even remember his name.
He knew only that his presence there was wrong, he felt deep in his chest and hidden in the recesses of his mind was on fire.
There was only darkness around him, dark and distant voices calling him by name incessantly, in panic, fear, denial of fate that you were doing before their eyes, again.
And then nothing.
*** On his deathbed, Sam and Dean watched his lifeless body, a soul consumed by too much evidence to support the weight of a new existence.
wondered why Adam was brought back to life, how and by whom.
Dean wondered why they were touched to see him die a third time without ever having had the opportunity to know, not really.
Sam wondered why Dean did not desist from about give him his damn soul.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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FRIENDS ONLY!!
These pages are dedicated to my fanfictions ( new ones, actually ) ... ♥
What you can expect over the threshold? What you will find coming into my world ... is a slightly mad carousel of stories inspired by Harry Potter . I love the original characters, the alternate universes, I love to change the canonical story, play between romance and adventure. Sometimes I enjoy playing dirty. You have been warned. If you really want to go into my world and do so with full knowledge of the facts, and get ready to leave some comments ... the anonymous readers and are not silent on these pages.
The content of this blog is protected ... which means that, for the full, must be approved and be one of my friends on livejournal. To have access to all content you add me as a friend , and leave a comment to this post (explaining, please , who you are and why want access) so that I can add as a friend ! ;-) If you were already one of my contacts have been deleted by mistake but ... oops! Leave me a comment and I will add it again. If you do not have an account on lj ... What are you waiting for?!
If you're wondering why, if you follow my stories elsewhere, having to follow here ... the answer is simple! Because it is only here that you can read updates in real time and earlier than elsewhere. And, above all, is only here that I will publish any "bonus" ... ;-)
NOW ON AIR:
a fanfiction in progress: "Bad Things" by December 2010
These pages are dedicated to my fanfictions ( new ones, actually ) ... ♥
What you can expect over the threshold? What you will find coming into my world ... is a slightly mad carousel of stories inspired by Harry Potter . I love the original characters, the alternate universes, I love to change the canonical story, play between romance and adventure. Sometimes I enjoy playing dirty. You have been warned. If you really want to go into my world and do so with full knowledge of the facts, and get ready to leave some comments ... the anonymous readers and are not silent on these pages.
The content of this blog is protected ... which means that, for the full, must be approved and be one of my friends on livejournal. To have access to all content you add me as a friend , and leave a comment to this post (explaining, please , who you are and why want access) so that I can add as a friend ! ;-) If you were already one of my contacts have been deleted by mistake but ... oops! Leave me a comment and I will add it again. If you do not have an account on lj ... What are you waiting for?!
Twitter - Facebook - My Personal Blog - EFP - FanFiction.Net
If you're wondering why, if you follow my stories elsewhere, having to follow here ... the answer is simple! Because it is only here that you can read updates in real time and earlier than elsewhere. And, above all, is only here that I will publish any "bonus" ... ;-)
NOW ON AIR:
a fanfiction in progress: "Bad Things" by December 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
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[pimping authorized] KinKMerlin Italy
The people Merlino, Hail!
Have you always wanted to read a fic where Gwen slips of colored markers on the nose (what are you thinking?) Gaius? Have you always wanted to read the p0rn under the Christmas tree (to whom you say it!)? Have you always longed for the more fluff fluff that can not be between Uther and the Dragon Slasher? Do you have any hidden desire, but can not find the words to write or you do not feel safe to do so?
KinkMerlin Italy gives you the solution!
This is a small sanctuary where you can ask stories a bit 'special, depending on your taste. The community is not that the Italian version (slightly adapted) original Kink Me, Merlin! , whose administration has graciously and enthusiastically granted permission.
Now, therefore, no more talk and enjoy post your request, write your stories and read stories of others. It spun to read the Rules !
The people Merlino, Hail!
Have you always wanted to read a fic where Gwen slips of colored markers on the nose (what are you thinking?) Gaius? Have you always wanted to read the p0rn under the Christmas tree (to whom you say it!)? Have you always longed for the more fluff fluff that can not be between Uther and the Dragon Slasher? Do you have any hidden desire, but can not find the words to write or you do not feel safe to do so?
KinkMerlin Italy gives you the solution!
This is a small sanctuary where you can ask stories a bit 'special, depending on your taste. The community is not that the Italian version (slightly adapted) original Kink Me, Merlin! , whose administration has graciously and enthusiastically granted permission.
Now, therefore, no more talk and enjoy post your request, write your stories and read stories of others. It spun to read the Rules !
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[Sherlock Holmes] Ghosts of Powder
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes;
Pairing: Holmes / Watson
Rating: Pg ;
Genre: Angst, Introspective.
Warning: January (or maximum Pre-Slash), Missing de Moment "The Return of Sherlock Holmes - The Adventure of the Empty House" ;
Summary : seemed that he had to go home any minute, but his body had fallen into the Reichenbach Falls . [ ...] And I - all of us, even those rooms - I stayed back .
Notes: Written the prompt 10 - "Surrender is for rookies," the Set8 of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=1){kind=small}
10disneyfic , and prompt 83. Image taken from my portfolio of Maritombola of maridichallenge .
( Ghosts Powder )
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Friday, December 3, 2010
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[Pimping Authorized] Sherlock Holmes Remix 2010
Baldi young hopefuls, I'm here to publicize the new initiative holmes_ita ; directly from the Anglophone and fandom by wolfstar_ita , who imported the idea here, I announce the opening of the first Sherlock Holmes Remix !
that hitting is? You say, still bleary-eyed sleep * Hikaru calmly drinks his cappuccino Pharaonic * and I'm here to answer all your curiosity:
The remix is a fest that is based on the concept of a fair exchange of fanfic, a game where, if all do their duty, each writing a fic and everyone gets one. But, in particular, this fest is based on the notion that every story can be told in many ways. Then the participants are invited to stake their jobs because they are remixed by someone else, and together to produce in turn a remix. The system also is based on combinations: each remixer will be determined by the mod an author whose other works point to the one remix, which must remain secret until the end of the fest.
More information: HERE . The
Remix is open not only to canonverse fic, but in any fandom has to do with Sherlock Holmes: movieverse, Sherlock BBC, Crossover, RPS, etc etc.
So do not be acted upon immediately and do your thing! We confidently expect * C *
Baldi young hopefuls, I'm here to publicize the new initiative
holmes_ita ; directly from the Anglophone and fandom by wolfstar_ita , who imported the idea here, I announce the opening of the first Sherlock Holmes Remix ! that hitting is? You say, still bleary-eyed sleep * Hikaru calmly drinks his cappuccino Pharaonic * and I'm here to answer all your curiosity:
The remix is a fest that is based on the concept of a fair exchange of fanfic, a game where, if all do their duty, each writing a fic and everyone gets one. But, in particular, this fest is based on the notion that every story can be told in many ways. Then the participants are invited to stake their jobs because they are remixed by someone else, and together to produce in turn a remix. The system also is based on combinations: each remixer will be determined by the mod an author whose other works point to the one remix, which must remain secret until the end of the fest.
More information: HERE . The
Remix is open not only to canonverse fic, but in any fandom has to do with Sherlock Holmes: movieverse, Sherlock BBC, Crossover, RPS, etc etc.
So do not be acted upon immediately and do your thing! We confidently expect * C *
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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Happy Birthday, Damn!
Hello everyone, I am a post puccioso, wrote to wish happy birthday happy birthday to give more pucciosa the world ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
arial86 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It would take pages and pages to write
just because you're damned most of puccia world. But I'm sure you know already, unless you're not in one of your times emotional, but in that case I should hit you instead of jumping ... then behold, you should be aware of your pucciosità . I'm babbling useless things, I know. This is the beauty of direct, no? xD * Vahly feels a bit 'embarrassed, because he is not accustomed to public fuss, doh * However, really, I think you're a fantastic person. I listen to when Ciancio for hours of useless things, when emizzo, when I complain when they are angry and I say to anyone other than who I should say. You are cheerful, friendly, Wubbo when you should scold, and you can always put in a good mood. And even your flaws, such as procrastination and incurable pesaculismo by e-good-evil inside Satan (puccia too) are adorable. I am so glad I know. And I also do a small thank you to the community
bigbangitalia , a Supernatural fanfic and, without them I would never have met. And this brings us to the Mea culpa . I wanted to write a birthday fic with deep meanings and intense, but as my inspiration does as he pleases, and the characters of my fic as well, I'm afraid it is not ready yet. * Sigh * I'll finish the
But, eh. And in the meantime, check the box of the email, which just posted this post (such as bystanders and passing merchants who trade, even after posting it) (you are allowed to not understand this. Read Shrimp hurts xD). But two lines for my child not yet born I wanted to spend. At least, to say why that plot has been chosen as the plot. First, was to be on Supernatural . For despite Sera, what you most is Supernatural fangirl. Then she had to be Destiel because you Destiel the like, and write a Wincest was not right because it is one thing I would do anyway, without having to make gifts. It had to have a no-memory ! Dean because the fic through which we met had a no-memory! Dean, and I felt something puccia resume issue. Then she had to be a oneshot, which otherwise do not Facebo to the finish. But the last point might as well not exist, because I have not finished though. And so was born
"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" , which takes its title (and plot cues) from the film, what in Italy is roughly translated as "If you leave me I gate "(no, do not comment). I know, yesterday I asked you a prompt, and I did not have time to finish even with that. But you also have your Michey / Lucy, I promise. In the meantime, I have a gift of stock. It 's a thing you asked me long ago, and I never finished. I hope you like it, is in 4 different because I was not sure which to choose, and is reddish because ... Your LJ has a lot of black and red. And the black depressed me. The last is a test that came too disturbing, and you place the same, but is there just to fuck xD Of course we accept requests for changes of any kind
♥ Oh, I'm sure that the my lj layout is a bit 'sfanculato from the pictures, then put under lj-cut \\ o /
And this is the "cazzeggiano"
again happy birthday, give, in the hope that you have passed the wonderful birthday you deserve.
Many greetings ... and many men for you \\ o /
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Hello everyone, I am a post puccioso, wrote to wish happy birthday happy birthday to give more pucciosa the world ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
arial86 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It would take pages and pages to write
just because you're damned most of puccia world. But I'm sure you know already, unless you're not in one of your times emotional, but in that case I should hit you instead of jumping ... then behold, you should be aware of your pucciosità . I'm babbling useless things, I know. This is the beauty of direct, no? xD * Vahly feels a bit 'embarrassed, because he is not accustomed to public fuss, doh * However, really, I think you're a fantastic person. I listen to when Ciancio for hours of useless things, when emizzo, when I complain when they are angry and I say to anyone other than who I should say. You are cheerful, friendly, Wubbo when you should scold, and you can always put in a good mood. And even your flaws, such as procrastination and incurable pesaculismo by e-good-evil inside Satan (puccia too) are adorable. I am so glad I know. And I also do a small thank you to the community
bigbangitalia , a Supernatural fanfic and, without them I would never have met. And this brings us to the Mea culpa . I wanted to write a birthday fic with deep meanings and intense, but as my inspiration does as he pleases, and the characters of my fic as well, I'm afraid it is not ready yet. * Sigh * I'll finish the
But, eh. And in the meantime, check the box of the email, which just posted this post (such as bystanders and passing merchants who trade, even after posting it) (you are allowed to not understand this. Read Shrimp hurts xD). But two lines for my child not yet born I wanted to spend. At least, to say why that plot has been chosen as the plot. First, was to be on Supernatural . For despite Sera, what you most is Supernatural fangirl. Then she had to be Destiel because you Destiel the like, and write a Wincest was not right because it is one thing I would do anyway, without having to make gifts. It had to have a no-memory ! Dean because the fic through which we met had a no-memory! Dean, and I felt something puccia resume issue. Then she had to be a oneshot, which otherwise do not Facebo to the finish. But the last point might as well not exist, because I have not finished though. And so was born
"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" , which takes its title (and plot cues) from the film, what in Italy is roughly translated as "If you leave me I gate "(no, do not comment). I know, yesterday I asked you a prompt, and I did not have time to finish even with that. But you also have your Michey / Lucy, I promise. In the meantime, I have a gift of stock. It 's a thing you asked me long ago, and I never finished. I hope you like it, is in 4 different because I was not sure which to choose, and is reddish because ... Your LJ has a lot of black and red. And the black depressed me. The last is a test that came too disturbing, and you place the same, but is there just to fuck xD Of course we accept requests for changes of any kind
♥ Oh, I'm sure that the my lj layout is a bit 'sfanculato from the pictures, then put under lj-cut \\ o /
And this is the "cazzeggiano"
again happy birthday, give, in the hope that you have passed the wonderful birthday you deserve.
Many greetings ... and many men for you \\ o /
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Kates Playground Complete Sets
[Authorized Pimping] Sherlock Holmes Remix 2010
Baldi young hopefuls, I'm here to publicize the new initiative holmes_ita ; directly from the fandom and Anglophone wolfstar_ita , who imported the idea here, announces the opening of the first Sherlock Holmes Remix !
that hitting is? You say, still bleary-eyed sleep * Hikaru calmly drinks his cappuccino Pharaonic * and I'm here to answer all your curiosity:
The remix is a fest that is based on the concept of a fair exchange of fanfic; a game where, if all do their duty, each wrote a fic and each receives one. But, in particular, this fest is based on the notion that every story can be told in many ways. Then the participants are invited to stake their jobs because they are remixed by someone else, and together to produce in turn a remix. The system also is based on combinations: each remixer will be determined by the mod an author whose other works point to the one remix, which must remain secret until the end of the fest.
More information: HERE .
The Remix is open not only to canonverse fic, but in any fandom has to do with Sherlock Holmes: movieverse, Sherlock BBC, Crossover, RPS, etc etc.
So do not be acted upon immediately and do your thing! We confidently expect * C *
Baldi young hopefuls, I'm here to publicize the new initiative
holmes_ita ; directly from the fandom and Anglophone wolfstar_ita , who imported the idea here, announces the opening of the first Sherlock Holmes Remix ! that hitting is? You say, still bleary-eyed sleep * Hikaru calmly drinks his cappuccino Pharaonic * and I'm here to answer all your curiosity:
The remix is a fest that is based on the concept of a fair exchange of fanfic; a game where, if all do their duty, each wrote a fic and each receives one. But, in particular, this fest is based on the notion that every story can be told in many ways. Then the participants are invited to stake their jobs because they are remixed by someone else, and together to produce in turn a remix. The system also is based on combinations: each remixer will be determined by the mod an author whose other works point to the one remix, which must remain secret until the end of the fest.
More information: HERE .
The Remix is open not only to canonverse fic, but in any fandom has to do with Sherlock Holmes: movieverse, Sherlock BBC, Crossover, RPS, etc etc.
So do not be acted upon immediately and do your thing! We confidently expect * C *
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