[Fic] Our First Christmas (PG-13) for adictd2life

... and made his way down the stairs. “Hey,” he said as he entered, smiling at the sight of Bobby wearing a santa hat with flashing bauble, “Happy Christmas.” Bobby looked up from the egg he was whisking, “Happy Christmas son,” he said, a smile of his own, “Breakfast will be a little while yet if you wanna go wake Dean up.” “Uh sure,” Sam nodded turning around, “Where’s Castiel?” he asked as ...

Those Arpeggios Behind Me

... I played an uproarious and upbeat bass, a quieter loop of melancholy yet hopeful arpeggios played in the background. It was as if I was performing in the midst of a cherry blossom shower, the petal flurries whisking silently away behind each heavy beat. I promised you that I would never let you go. But it seemed that you were the one to adhere to this promise more than myself. That journal you ...

The Adventures of Hatter in Alice Land

... up a drove Bubbly-wubbly, nice and hot Like a toadstool in a pot Before Hatter could finish the twenty-seventh verse of “Kettle, Kettle”, the weakest whisper of a scream began to leak from the tea pot. Whisking it off with a flourish, Hatter waited a moment for the steam to abate. The water must be hot, after all, not boiling. “Wouldn’t want to boil my lovely Oyster, now, would we?” Hatter ...

The Adventures of Hatter in Alice Land

... up a drove Bubbly-wubbly, nice and hot Like a toadstool in a pot Before Hatter could finish the twenty-seventh verse of “Kettle, Kettle”, the weakest whisper of a scream began to leak from the tea pot. Whisking it off with a flourish, Hatter waited a moment for the steam to abate. The water must be hot, after all, not boiling. “Wouldn’t want to boil my lovely Oyster, now, would we?” Hatter ...

May 8th, 1982

...'t take long." "Good because today's a red day," she replied with a smirk. Ralden was practically beaming. "This night is getting better and better." "Mmhmm. I thought you'd feel that way," Alison kissed his cheek. "Meet you in a few?" "Definitely," Ralden replied, before whisking Tommy away to his room. Alison laughed and watched her husband disappear before making her way to their room.

... That word made him frown in thought, but he finally gave up on it when he failed to create a coherent, tangible explanation. “You are my friend,” he answered instead as he gazed out at the sky and the clouds whisking quickly by. “An’ I’m damn lucky fer that.” Cid winked and slumped forward a little eyes closed in a smile. “But I prob’ly ain’t goin’ anywhere. Y’know me. All talk, but I never do ...

fanfiction: white wishes [One-Shot]

...mouth dropping open in the look of innocent astonishment at his first real glance of stars in the last ten years. “Stars,” he breathed, and even though there was a much stronger wind around them, whisking everything away, Key could still feel the breath against his skin. The wind ebbed away, leaving the two standing in a dust pile of grey in the middle of an empty street corner. Then something...

Part 1

... here already,” she whispered. Her eyes were round as she debated what to do, or what he would allow her to do. Before he could respond, she put the bottle of whiskey into his hand and began whisking the dishtowel across the linoleum. She opened the pantry door and tossed the bloodied towel into the bin, motioning for the man to step inside. “Stay quiet. And for goodness sakes, don’t harm him!” ...

Part 1

... here already,” she whispered. Her eyes were round as she debated what to do, or what he would allow her to do. Before he could respond, she put the bottle of whiskey into his hand and began whisking the dishtowel across the linoleum. She opened the pantry door and tossed the bloodied towel into the bin, motioning for the man to step inside. “Stay quiet. And for goodness sakes, don’t harm him!” ...

HAPPY H/D HOLIDAYS, NSCHE!

... and blood soaked floors and red-eyed monsters that went ‘Crucio!’ in the night. In fact, once an Impervious Charm was cast, Draco was fairly giggling with the freedom that flight gave him, air whisking through his hair as he dipped and spun and raced around the pitch. Nothing could catch him. ~*~ It was seven o’clock when he landed, panting and invigorated, near the stands and set off ...