Angel SchoolCastiel was the smallest angel in school. He had always been, for as long as he could remember. When he was younger, he would always run to his older brother Gabriel, who would hug him and tell him he was ok. The other angels always taunted poor Castiel and tried to rip his feathers out. For Castiel had black wings and no one had ever seen that before.Angel School3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the first day in high school, Castiel stood next to his older brother Gabriel and looked fearfully up at the white brick building. Gabriel was a senior and graduating this year while Castiel was just entering school.
"Relax, little brother," Gabriel said softly. "Everything will be ok." He patted Castiel's back just above the base of his wings and Castiel was comforted by the touch. Gabriel had never made him feel like his wings were wrong. Never made him feel like he was wrong.
"I hope so," Castiel whispered back. The bell rang and he walked inside to face the angel who was going to be his teacher for the rest of the year.
Dad's Got a Crush!Dad's Got a Crush!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Dean and his son Ben move to California to be closer to Sam. One day at the local park, Ben meets a delightfully odd little girl called Claire, and Dean meets her attractive, also single father.
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Jess [background]
Word count: 7,069
Author's note: This took me forever to write, and is in Ben's perspective, so no adult fun-times between Cas and Dean. But watch this space, I'll add 'extra scenes' at a later date...
Ben sat on the steps of the slide, glancing over to his dad sat on a bench a few metres away watching him, struggling with his inner turmoil. Picking up and leaving everything behind to move to California was a risky choice, but Ben was handling it like a pro. He'd already had his mother walk out on him, and having his maternal grandparents in the same room as his father was always a tense situation; so moving to California to be closer to his Uncle Sam wasn't too big of a deal. It made his dad happy so... Why not. H
I'm Really Embarrassed to Post This Fic--centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling gardenGnostic [GG] at 10:00--I'm Really Embarrassed to Post This Fic3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CT: D--> Greetings
CT: D--> I see that you have b100d worthy of this conversation.
CT: D--> Your text. It is green, is that not a middle color to your species
GG: youre weird!!
GG: my blood is red!
CT: D--> Oh my
GG: what is it??
CT: D--> I cannot believe i am conversing with a mutant such as yourself
CT: D--> Did the culling drones miss you
CT: D--> I'm going to pretend you did not mention that, and that you said your b100d was in fact green
CT: D--> While not a particularly noble or STRONG color, it will suffice
GG: excuse me, but have we met before
CT: D--> Neighgative
CT: D--> What is it
GG: shhhhhhhh im thinking!!!!!
CT: D--> May i inquire what you are thinking about
CT: D--> Oh my
CT: D--> I may require a towel
GG: i said SHHHHHHH
CT: D--> Ah, yes
GG: i was thinking about whether i should block you or not!
CT: D--> What was your
Theme Prompt - CuriousSam had always been a curious child. He remembered exploring every inch of the motel rooms he and Dean had stayed in while their father was gone. When he was 8 or so, he found his father's journal and realized that there really were monsters out there. Over the next few years, he asked Dean constant questions when their father was gone, learning as much as he could.Theme Prompt - Curious3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Sam was 12, he was sent on his own information-gathering hunts by their father. John believed that his boys needed to learn early how to hunt and how to fight the things that go bump in the night. He acquitted himself well on that hunt, finding out the information and dealing with the monster himself. Though he did come away with a long, bloody scratch down his chest.
He doctored the cut with Dean's help and went to sleep with an itchy bandage across his chest. That night, he dreamed of a white being singing softly to him. The song sounded old and Sam thought he caught words he almost recognized. The being laid a glowi
Someone to make you real.What has he always been? Like a piece of paper, he tried folding a thousand times in neurotic exploit, attempting to be something so complex, but never actually doing anything at all.Someone to make you real.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was complexity in his existence -yet a simplicity remained unseen.
When he touched those around him, the feeling left an impression, he felt it. Fortitude in the fact that he was someone.
He would walk footfalls; they left those impressions, grounds for his belief that he was real. He could see them, and almost remember them.
He would breath in the air, air so solid and crisp, and when he would let go what he held in his lungs. It would mist into the air like vapor. Balance to his existence. Propagating vibrations through the air.
By wording off things to remember him by, phrases and sentences strung together in a way unique to his existence, he created memories.
No matter how many times he thought folded that paper,
Theme Prompt - WanderingBobby was wandering his blessedly empty and silent house while waiting for Dean and Cas to come back. At least, he hoped they were going to come back. Death was not a being one tangled with lightly. Just when he was starting to legitimately worry, Dean and Cas appeared in the library.Theme Prompt - Wandering3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"About time, ya idjits," Bobby snapped, glaring at them. "What took you so long?"
"Death had some explanations for us," Dean said, his voice a little shaky. He still couldn't believe that they'd made it out in one piece. Or that Death was on their side only because he wasn't on Lucifer's.
"Explanations? You actually talked to Death?" Bobby asked, incredulity in his voice. He moved to sit down at the kitchen table, feeling he was going to be wanting to sit down to hear this. Before Dean could start talking, Sam and Gabriel appeared in the room accompanied by the sound of fluttering wings. The younger Winchester was still shirtless, the handprint scar on his chest a bright red. Gabriel snapped and a huge lo
The Meaning Of A KissThe simple act of bringing one's lips to close to the sweet contact of another, to which upon seals a promise.The Meaning Of A Kiss2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A kiss should have meaning and not be given out unless it is meant with solemn clarity and truth.
To kiss the hand, a polite gesture of respect, and the intent to treat the recipient as such. The back of the hand to represent strength, and honor. The palm of the hand represents a treasure, to be carefully held and cherished.
To kiss the forehead, a sign of endearment, and the will to be unbreakably bound by friendship. Above the eyes to represent protection, and shelter.
To kiss the cheek is to hope for a blush, relaying admiration and interest, where you can see eye to eye and outward together, representing the vision of what is to come.
A kiss on the lips, the most important of all, should be a promise, where upon meeting the other person's eyes you will never betray or hurt the soul within that gaze. It is the the ultimate symbol of trust.
This is The Meaning Within A kiss
Naruto's DeclarationNaruto's Declaration6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Living here in this town and city, I never thought that the way I was was against the world itself and not just against my parents. When asked if I would change myself for the world, I looked over at her and said no. There is no going back or changing just because the world says no. The only thing left to do is to fight and move on. To take her hand and say, This is the only world I need. Thinking that way, but also wanting to have not just her, but for everyone to know she is mine and for them to know her as my wife, is what I struggle with.
The world outside my house, outside my school, tells me I can not have her as my wife in the eyes of God. If God is all forgiving and wished for the equality of all, should we not have our right to marriage and be forgiven? If we still followed the Bible that many cling to when refusing my want, then why do we still kill and cheat? Why do we still break every commandment and live the way we do? The world chang
SuperWhoLock Head CanonSuperWhoLock Head Canon Made By My Sister and I (This will get updated if we think of more, which we probably will.)SuperWhoLock Head Canon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock and Dean hate each otherDean is jealous of Jack because Jack can get all of the hot girls that reject DeanCas and The Doctor are BFFsSam and John are the research departmentJack will not give up until he successfully seduces DeanSam thinks the above is hilariousCas finds Jack’s immortality fascinatingSherlock will never believe in demons, ghosts, or monsters, no matter how much proof he is shown.Dean has gotten lost in the TARDIS many timesDean refuses to stop hitting on Amy, no matter how many times she tells him that she is married and won’t cheat on RoryThe Master, Moriarty, and Lucifer are BFFsThe Doctor and Sam are BFFsAmy and Rose are BFFsRose, Molly, and Jo like to go to the movies together and hang
Avengers: Our Fallen PrinceThe blood was the first thing Tony saw. Even amongst all the chaos and screaming surrounding him, he could never forget the sight of it, the horrific reminder of his own mortality and how despite all his attempts to be so, he was by no means larger than life and at any moment it could all come to a screeching end. But it wasn't his own blood, despite the battered and torn condition of his suit; he had thankfully remained free of such wounds. No, the blood was someone else's, someone he knew all too well.Avengers: Our Fallen Prince3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was almost impossible to see in front of him, the explosions coming from all sides and the rubble and dust surrounded him, along the faint cries and yells of the other Avengers, desperately trying to fight off the danger as best they could. But all their yelling, their cries to him, all seemed to fade away into nothing as he found the source of the blood and the broken and battered figure, in a torn and ripped red and blue suit.
For a moment, Tony just stood there, frozen
Initials - Fan FictionPhil did a double-take the first time he saw their initials entwined. Of course, it wasn't actually their initials; technically, SR + MC would have been more accurate, except that Steve had always called her Peggy, not Margaret. So SR + PC made more sense.Initials - Fan Fiction2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Even thought it kind of hurt. A lot.
It all started when someone hit the Avengers with a spell (or chemical; medical never determined its exact nature) that de-aged their personalities. Not their bodies or minds, thank God. Just their behaviour.
Unfortunately, while they still won the battle, they had to wait a fortnight for the effects to wear off; which meant that Phil was stuck baby-sitting a group of adolescents for at least two weeks. He didn't even like teenagers when he was one, and suddenly he was faced with looking after six damn superheroes – and heroine – with the mentality of fifteen- and sixteen-year-olds.
The main issue was that their hormone levels changed. He didn't need medic
Chances of SurvivalChances of Survival3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A bright flash of light dyed the windows silver. As the following thunder split the sky in two, Shion's hand, entangled in Nezumi's hair came to a halt. He raised his head from the Rehabilitation and Adaptation Ministry Proposal to look out the window from where he sat on the floor with his back resting against the couch.
He could only see a small portion of the sky from this angle but he could tell it was a raging thunder storm from the way the sound of the wind could be heard from inside the house where they were protected with tall, double glazed, fiberglass windows. Shion could see the topmost branches of the Weeping Willow tree outside their apartment. It looked like it was being hurled by some malicious monster that could not be seen by the eye.
It isn't as bad as that night though.
Although Shion was watching the thunderstorm outside at its full might he didn't feel that strange sense of awe towards it the way he had felt when he was 12. He didn't want to be insi
Parapines Fanfiction Challenge #22Fanfiction Challenge: #22 MemoriesParapines Fanfiction Challenge #223 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was quiet for almost a whole week. Dipper remembered that he had been bored, and he remembered sitting outside, even though it was ridiculously hot.
"That's good. Do you remember what day that was?"
"Uhh..." Dipper tried to remember, but he told the doctor that he wasn't sure.
Norman frowned. What had he done? He let Dipper go down that path alone, even though nearly six different ghosts told him to stay away from there. He shouldn't have given in to Dipper's pleas about properly investigating and uncovering the unknown. This was the last time he let Dipper do anything alone.
He glanced at Mabel, who was standing on a chair so she could see out the tiny window in the hospital room. He couldn't even imagine what she was thinking about all this. Granted, she might not be thinking at all, given the look on her face. It was as though she was doing everything to not interact with her brother since they realized he had amnesia.
"Do you know which month i
All Things Must Come To PassTitle: All Things Must Come To PassAll Things Must Come To Pass5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre and/or Pairing: Pre-slash Castiel/Dean
Spoilers: Just assume up to Season 5 Ep 18
Warnings: Liberal use of an angel not in the supernatural show for POV.
Summary: When faced with the last few moments Dean has on earth (and all other options narrowing down to zero) it becomes abundantly clear that Castiel cannot idly sit by and allow himself to be separated from the one he has chosen to protect. Even if it means standing against one of the most powerful angels in all the host.
Authors notes: Well this was spawned out of practically no where XD! I said I wanted to write Destiel and I asked Cloudyjenn for some suggestions and this is what I got: "today is jealous!Castiel on #AprilTwitfic! If that sets your muses a-goin'". Apparently it did.
While Castiel was now mortal, he was by no means human. This meant that while his life was limited, his heartbeats numbered, there w
A Phantomhive Story ~ A Phantomhive Story ~A Phantomhive Story5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ciel walked the lonely mansion halls. Each foot step echoed into the darkness. Slowly reaching up he pulled his black eyepatch from his eye and dropped it to the floor. Tears formed in his eyes as his steps became slower and weaker.
Falling to his knees he finally broke. Crying into his hands he screamed out. His loud cries turned into soft sobs as he looked up. He was no longer at the mansion, but more in a large dark space. Lit only by a distant light.
Ciel stood up staring at the light. A growl came from behind him, he turned to find two glowing red eyes staring back at him. He looked back towards the light and broke into a run. He ran as fast as he could towards t
Slow DancingSlow Dancing3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Just a short drabble about how Sam witnessed the build-up and creation of Dean & Castiel, and a little something he never thought he'd actually ever see. His brother. Slow dancing.
Word count: 2,138
Pretty much every rock and metal band in the history of ever had at least one song on at least one album which was a slow ode to love lost, or love found... Just love in general. Sam knew they were Dean's guilty pleasure; he listened to them when he thought Sam was out of the house. Sam thought he'd stumbled upon one of those moments where he catches Dean singing along and mocks him about it until he accidentally does something worse and the mockery turns on to him. What he'd stumbled upon instead was definitely not what he was expecting. He couldn't stop watching. It was like a car crash. He knew he should have turned and walked in the opposite direction, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of his brother and his
Second time around - ProloguePrologueSecond time around - Prologue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
At first he came everyday to the lake, but after a month had passed he realised he wouldn't return that soon. Then he came once a month, soon years were gone and he came less and less frequently until he visited only every two years.
Everyone he had once known had long died and he found himself left alone in this world, a feeling settling in the pit of his stomach telling him he would never see him again.
And yet here he was, at the lake, decades later, hoping and it still hurt, the memories of that fateful day would haunt him forever.
Centuries passed and the world changed, people changed nit he had remained the same – as promised.
Yes, he had grown old, more than once even, he had seen and experienced things. He had hidden away from wars he didn't find worth fighting, feeling disconnected from this place and time.
There was and always would be only one man he would follow, fight his battles.
After hundreds and hundreds of years, Merlin had almost given up hope, Arthur'
Zemyx -- Music NoteDemyx was sick of it, all of it. No matter what he did, he couldnt get his beloved Schemer to drop his mask, even when they were alone. It seemed as though Zexion didnt want the Nocturne to around. With every Not now, or Stop annoying me, Demyx! and non-verbal rejection Demyxs supposed non existent heart shattered more severely.Zemyx -- Music Note8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been an average day in the World That Never Was: cold, dark, gloomy, with a downpour on the side. Number IX found Zexion curled up quite comfortable on his favorite couch in the library with one of his favorite books. For Demyx, today had been rough: he was sent on a rather dangerous mission to some world whose name he couldnt even pronounce, got injured, given shots by Vexen [a lot of them], and made fun of by Axel, his supposed friend. Demyx somehow managed to snuggle up next to Zexion on the couch, his head resting on the Schemers shoulder.
Demyx, what the hell
Merlin returns after Arthur's deathI had never seen a person looking that lost in my entire life. Though, I must say I had lived for a long time already. Wars have always torn apart friends, lovers, brothers and sisters, killed loved ones and put the ones on the loosing end through horrible pain. And yet, never in my long life had I seen a man that broken. His shoulders were slumped forward and his smile was gone. He seemed to have aged, all the cheek had gone from his once youthful face and all that was left was bitterness and grief.Merlin returns after Arthur's death2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I didn't say anything. All I did was take him into my arms. It had been one long month since I had last seen him. Back then – he – had still been alive. There had been hope in his eyes.
Merlin was shaking and I could feel his body trembling in my embrace. I wondered how he had survived all that time on his own out there. It must have been weeks since the king had passed away under his friend's tearfilled eyes.
But it seemed it hadn't been only Arthur who had died, but al
happiness is to blame even smiles hurt sometimeshappiness is to blame3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
even some laughter is fake.
sometimes lies escape through teeth,
and my old heart -- it aches.
even some feelings are kept secret
and some secrets never spill.
but sometimes rumors are set ablaze
against one's tortured will.
even Perfections make mistakes
(explains why some are born.)
remember the smiles, laughs, and love?
before our souls were torn?
even some childhoods aren't for kids
even innocence dies.
so stop ignoring the ignorance,
oh listen to the memory's cries!
even friendships don't last forever
so why should love do the same?
embrace the darkness, ignore the light
for happiness is the one to blame.
Come back to me-short storyCome back to me-short story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's been 6 months, 3 weeks, 4 days since you left me.
Almost 7 months, and I still can't stop thinking about you. 7 months of sleepless nights. Wishing you were still in my arms. I miss the warmth your caress provided me. Now without your touch, I always feel cold. Every day is getting harder and harder. They told me it would get easier with time. How is that possible? It just seems like every day that passes, I'm forgetting your face more and more. I'm forgetting how you smiled at me so sweet. Each day that goes up, you just keep drifting farther and farther away. I'm afraid one day I'll wake up, and I won't even remember you at all.
Today would've been our 5 year anniversary. We promised to try out that fancy restaurant downtown. Then take a stroll by the water like we do every year. We planned on dressing up. You even bought me a simple, black dress 8 months ago. You specifically told me I could not wear it until our anniversary. You didn't even see me try it on but you
Messing With YouDisclaimer: Still do not own Tales of Symphonia or anything associated with it. Except this plot, for what it is worth.Messing With You5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spoilers: This piece takes place post-game so consider yourself forewarned.
Messing With You
"New and a bit alarming,
Who had ever thought that this could be?
True, that he's no Prince Charming,
But there's something in him that I simply didn't see."
-Beauty and the Beast, Something There
It is my sincerest hope that this letter finds you in as best health as one can expect considering the circumstances. I, too-
The top of the parchment was promptly sheared off. Droplets of ink splattered onto the wooden desk underneath from the now forsaken letters as well as the tip of the pen that was held in the right hand of a very annoyed Zelos. He hissed as a few ebony beads also flung themselves onto his hand. Cursing absently in Angelic, he rubbed at the color only for it to smear i