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Title: Rebellion
Cliché # 7, Let's cut (The Ascent)
Fandom: Avatar - The Last Airbender
Rating: G Warnings
: Post-Finale, so vague spoiler:) Toph-centric! Disclaimers
: OK, Avatar is not mine, otherwise I would not write fanfic, but another series, probably: ° D

Toph because certain things did not really want to do. Especially if they involve the long dresses and bold and rich young men.

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Title: Dead Star
Author: arial86
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Summary: Lucifer and Michael. Together in the fall, along with the eternal prison. When all faith is now collapsed, Hell will be a place of forgiveness?
Characters: Lucifer, Michael.
Notes: Dedicated to axia_85 , because I bet, would give a kidney to spy on the situation in cage. Special thanks to the wonderful orchidea_lover : You know what really happens down there (courage, tell the world!), And beta is the best I could wish for \u0026lt;3

"And you used to be everything to me
And now you're tired of fighting Tired of fighting

Fighting yourself
Shame on you for thinking You're all alone

If You Want I'll
make you wish you were Failing to impress Why can not you sleep with

Someone who'll protect you? "
(Dead Star, Muse)

Nothingness has no color, has no form, texture or structure. He does not remember the glowing fire that gives life or death, the dark ready to choke in its cold embrace.
is an absence. The absence , probably. You
surrounds and engulfs, however, prevent drowning. Faithful companion, the certainty that never emerge from its stagnant waters. Alienated any flattery or hope, even that, scary, touching one day the bottom of the abyss.
Needless to fight and rebel. Nothing can stop quest'inesorabile fall, except, of course, His Word. But it would make any attempt to sterile condemnation and redemption.
weight, attraction, gravity, wind. These are words without meaning, in this place. However, do not get your hopes to be able to deploy its wings and fly away: as fragile end up torn sails during a storm. I know. I learned this lesson the first time.
Now I just enjoy the journey, waiting for arrivals, sweet and awaited the pain. An impact impossible, to discharge poisonous through every cell of your body and, finally, confirmation of being alive. To exist and suffer. You are not part of anything around you, not yet.
And here it is the ground.
Thousands of ice crystals rise all around, to finally fall in a shower of fine diamonds. I look at them one by one, little gems that disappear in the dark without having obtained the minimum reflection.
I stand up on legs fairly stable and I can not help but congratulate myself a textbook landing. Maybe in the future, I will touch the ground light and agile as a cat. Practice makes perfect, you know.
jet head back and burst out laughing. I feel that I could go on for all eternity. We: are they crazy?
A noise behind me and I remember: I am not alone.
My laughter go out, but a grin still stubbornly holds out the lips. It seems almost poetic.
He stands and looks around. I bet that the perspective from which it has had in the past did not do justice to the place. A hell-hole, literally.
not yet aware of my presence, but it should not surprise me: it's always been looking for something else, someone else's. Approval that despite all his sacrifices seem to have not yet earned.
"That was what you expected?" It
time.
A deep vertical gash on his face swollen and pesto, the right eye almost completely closed, an arm unnaturally abandoned along the side.
"She 'Shut up," he intimate, her voice firm, despite everything.
gives me back again. Its wings are damaged and mottled with red, in various places one can see the bones.
He opposed with all his being to fall, must be exhausted. It is for this that does not heal his wounds?
Part of me feels the need to stand by him, make him understand that it is not alone. To help him.
I'm here, Michael. There have always been.
yet that face constantly facing something that is not me that back and keep me from inflexible approach. How can show off so much better than when he has had to throw away? Where do so casually and detachment? It's his world was torn to pieces, shit.
Bah, to cook in his own juice: the next millennia of isolation taught him to crave a little company, it was also my ...

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The bent head, the palm that tests the bare rock face, seems on hold.
Yes, his face touching the ancient city wall that imprisons us as wanting to steal the secrets. Behind him, Hell.
heard their voices, Michael? O for indistinct whispers that you are not?
suddenly, clutching a pike. His whole being alert. That
have received? Likely, an aura, pure and bright as his can not remain hidden for long. I concentrate and see the hundreds of demons beyond our prison, Asmodeus at their command. The demon of anger and revenge: this is what you feel, brother? Is that what you want? A
my thoughts and the whole legion disappears. I can not tolerate this scum so close to him.
looked up, surprised. Our eyes meet for a moment, then Michael diverts them again.
begins a sort of routine.
Abaddon, Astaroth, Vassago are destroyed one after another. The King of Hell, my only hope to leave this place again! I would almost believe that is all his own plan to keep us pinned here, but Michael is absolutely innocent.
holds his head resting on his knees, gathered the wings to the body. Does nothing to attract any kind of attention. Yeah, everything is perfectly in line with his character.
One day, the demons crowd to stop the slaughter. I underestimated them so much? Who have finally figured out what it means to try to touch the forbidden fruit?
No, it does not. The light of Michael has changed. Cold, dull, indistinct. We simply do not attract them more.
Terror grips me the entrails. It can not be, not him.
I go, all pretense of caution disappeared.
is that frost in her hair?
"Michael?"
She looks at me, and my suspicions are confirmed. His eyes are lost, tormented. Where is the creature who claimed my gaze with seraphic security? The angel deaf to any voice that it was not that of his Father?
A shy smile makes her way to her lips. It is sweet. Forgiveness. And to say that I have always said that Michael would have kicked even the prodigal son. Perhaps the point of death, even he is willing to make concessions. Because that is what it is, right? My brother has lost his faith and this is killing. We can not live without a purpose, a principle at the foundation of our existence. The truth is that most of the angels because God is love, not because he wants to. Overflow
one of its wings, and a face to disfigure the face. Are icy, anchored to the ground and rock. He shakes his head and holding me his hand enough. And you really expect
that ends well? That let him go this way?
An angel can live up to his faith, I will have a prime example, you just replace it with something more constructive: hatred, resentment, desire for retaliation and revenge. Permanently stain those who receive it, it's true, but they are far better than the alternative.
Strengthen my grasp, and his discomfort becomes pain. Its wings were cracked and the first cries cut through the air.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
"Something still feel, I see."
Surprise, agony, betrayal. Shit, Michael, where anger?
let go and take a step back.
"So? You just sat there waiting for the cavalry? SOS, an archangel is tripped and ended up in Hell? "
He leans forward, unaware of the droplets that run down the wings and the fact that you have transformed our cage in a fiery furnace.
"Go" hisses.
"Yes? Where? You've never been a summit, but you should understand that we are both imprisoned, until death do us part. "
gets up:" Exactly. "
" Oh " mockery, "you have even the courage to attack me, and without the help of daddy!" At the mere mention
our Father loses control. I
claw arms and pushes me to the ground. Rest inert under him: I could not stop it even if I wanted. It seems that Michael is going to fulfill his destiny after all. I
tightens his fingers around the throat and close my eyes I do not want to see them off. His hands are separated: one up to the neck, the other goes down to bring them back. Draws me to himself in a desperate embrace and let go of his anger. A terrible fire raging around us, and the millennial ice of hell are reduced to a river in flood. He gets a hot wind that whistles left along the walls of the cage. It is her close to keep me alive, I know.
Scream again and this time the earth shakes. The echo of his voice is violent, loud lamentations rise of terror all around: is shaking the very foundations of Hell.
A sudden light flickering in front of us. It is an event I thought was so unlikely that I could not understand it immediately: Michael forced the doors of our prison, even though very little. We are free.
buried her head in the hollow of my shoulder, exhausted, and Hell back to close on us. I could escape, but he can not follow them. Replacement its close, looking at the back a block of solid rock. We will have another chance together: I can not leave behind, not here. Not alone.
And if our father had always wanted this? That I had at my side, Michael was free? Perhaps even loved us?
No, this is not what my brother needs to hear.
approached his mouth to his ear: "He never loved you, Michael" whisper. "You were just a pawn in his hands."
I feel his warm tears slide down her neck and gently touched his cheek: "Quiet, you'll get your revenge. "And I
: I have arms the instrument of my victory.

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It was a moonless night, the only light came from a streetlight on the road. I could hardly sleep. I kept tossing and turning between the sheets, hoping that sleep finally came. Suddenly, I heard it. Initially, I thought it was a joke of the imagination: was a sound so strange! But that clap clap continued. With every passing minute I was able to identify the source: the bed above mine. My sister.
I sat up and saw the scene I will never forget: he was sitting up in bed and tried to keep a balance in BOTTLE on the forehead, while beating his hands rhythmically.

A strangled cry escaped my lips and she raised her head, a maniacal grin painted on his face. A trickle of saliva running from his mouth just opened. I watched him spellbound.
A small drop pearl fell off and flew on the bedspread. It's face was transfigured, and she began to emit a low, continuous oink.
stepped back, horrified, until I had the wall behind me. What to do?
tortured me with similar questions, when the window behind me shattered. I turned and saw a small bird that made its way through a web of fragments.
had brownish wings beating very fast, and a long, thin beak.
entered the room and flew to meet me.
I could not believe it on his tiny forehead was tattooed a picture of George Clooney on the size of a postage stamp!

Con uno scatto, mi lanciai fuori dalla stanza, ma inciampai su qualcosa e mi ritrovai dritta a terra.
Mi rialzai, ancora dolorante. D'un tratto mi sembrò della massima importanza scoprire cosa mi avesse fatto cadere.
Una rapida occhiata in giro ed individuai il colpevole: un mocho vileda.

Lo sfiorai e ritrassi la mano di scatto: era ricoperto di una sostanza densa e appiccicaticcia.
Ma che dia...?
Lo strano uccellino mi planò addosso, emettendo strani versi. Ele, Ele, Ele .
L'allontanai con una mano, ma tornò all'attacco con rinnovata foga.
Afferrai il mocho I began to shake and cast out the small animal.
At that moment, oink my sister's tone changed.
were paid low throat. I looked at her and I lost my breath, levitate, levitating on the bed!
let out a cry of fear and her head rotates 180 degrees to me. I was about to go crazy with fear, when something happened that startled me deeply: he left the jingle of Sailor Moon.
A business card I was struck by the front and I looked.
"Milord!"
The boy, a lanky with a face like a maniac, pressed into the mantle and I told him to read his business card. This
read: Sam Winchester, hunter.

Winchester? The same Winchester behind which the sclera Worth?
The boy confirmed it, saying that however, this case would deal him alone: his brother had not wanted to cross the Atlantic in the air for a damn Samgirl.
sure I smiled and shot the bird, indicating it as the last of its kind: a Clooneybrì, how could I see the icon on his forehead.
Apparently Castiel, some angel, had made them settle filled with rice expired.
They were mad that eating unhealthy food and had loose against each other, poor creatures.
"And my sister? What you can do for you? "I asked, desperately.
"The poor wretch, is owned by Foca bad, but I can save it: just play a simple exorcism!"

I looked straight at me and said, "I will need your help, Dannatina. Are you ready? "
nodded.
"Well, then hit it with mocho while I recite my powerful exorcism."
obeyed, a bit 'with a heavy heart I did not want to hit my sister with that mocho gross vomit!
"In my head, I would recommend" Sam said.
began to shower down blows as he stated: "Salacadula magicabula, Bibidi bobidi bu. Does the magic all you ask tuuu Bibidi bobidi bu! "
" But this is the song "Cinderella," I said.
"Ssshh, shut up: the daemon is exiting."
Yes, it was true.
I saw a blue sprite resembling a seal's body left the Vale, seeking refuge in the BOTTLE.
When he had gone around, Sam Winchester attappò BOTTLE at the refuges where it was and made her disappear into his pockets.
"Here, I saved the situation again. Your sister will sleep for a few days, a young civil "
He wrapped himself in the mantle and ran from the room.
going to be a superhero and all-I thought to myself, but it really is an idiot.
sighed and put it back in order. After a last look at Yale, disappearing beneath the sheets: this horrible night will haunt me all my life!

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It was a moonless night, the only light came from a streetlight on the road. I could hardly sleep. I kept tossing and turning between the sheets, hoping that sleep finally came. Suddenly, I heard it. Initially, I thought it was a joke of the imagination: it was a sound so strange! But that clap clap continued. With every passing minute I was able to identify the source: the bed above mine. My sister.
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Title: Heaven Beside You
Author: arial86
Rating: G
Summary: The War in Heaven is finally over, leaving two injured creatures and sun. Will they get under each other and to move forward?
Characters: Gabriel, Michael.
Notes: Dedicated to vahly . We thank babycin , beta fantastic and not at all troublesome \u0026lt;3


His gait is majestic, his whole being cloaked in a light, pure and sublime.
There is no envy in the eyes of those who looks at him like creature is made to be admired with a heart devoid of pettiness and resentment.
deep bow to accommodate its passage. Curious as the supreme contempt which they are subject and the veneration he intended to have made our state so similar: both are denied the faces of our brothers. This is why no one has noticed the shadows that hide his eyes, the hard curve of his lips?
I am now out of their circle, I may study it. I smile, maybe it would be more correct to spy on him. Michael is the one that I could be, what I should be.
We are just at the edge of our world.
The crown that encircles the head is the symbol of the preference accorded by God, and yet lying forgotten between his fingers as the most useless knick-knacks.
His eyes roam the earth in search of something. He was always selfless that blue planet and the fate of its inhabitants, but now everything is changed.
You are looking for him, right?
I go, quiet, despite being totally absorbed in his vision. I should not, I know. There is no reason why Michael should any search for a company, my all. What I dislike even the most vile among us, how could the angel closest to our Father to think otherwise? His pain, however, is something so vivid and palpable, which prevents me to turn away, ignore it.
We are both persecuted by the actions committed and those missing.
My hand rests on his shoulder, almost on its own initiative.
"Sorry" he murmured, guilty.
Is it not to protect us, to protect me, who gave up everything he had?
started, and red flames blazing around him.
me flinch once, but not before my fingers have received such a fire burning kiss. Damn, at least they are all still in place.
"Gabriel!" She exclaims, surprised. "What ... Sit down."
I can not hold a slight laugh, years of war have changed his way of speaking in a string of orders and warnings.
seems to understand why so much laughter and repeated his request in a softer tone.
"Well, this could pass for an invitation" to admit, sitting at his side.
takes my hand in his and the door to his lips. Pose them to you, nothing more. They touch my skin, cold and delicate, a healing balm for the deep burns that dot.
remain so for perhaps a minute in silence. Then let me go, my wounds disappeared.
"Thanks," he says, after some time.
a grateful smile on his face, his features relaxed. Abandons his head against my shoulder and closes her eyes.
A warm mist of tears I have blurred vision, heart lighter hours. As you try to choke you, I feel reborn hope Michael can forgive my sin?
Gathering all my courage to ask him, when the feel. The voice of God is impossible for an angel to ignore his call, and Michael is already up, ready to obey.
his hands to his ears, unable to move, I can not appear before all of them.
"Brother?"
is impatient, anxious.
shake my head, "Go well, Michael."
back beside me.
"It is a sin to question your opinion, Gabriel."
He looked up at him: "What do you mean?"
"What if you have not fallen like the others, there is a reason ;. "
"Sure, what would it be?"
Here, the question I ask myself since the end of the war. The one that all of them, I bet, have weighed at least once.
"He knows your heart, too. You have not fought, it is true, but you did not either for cowardice or for calculation. You could not raise his hand against your brothers, love has guided your actions, as it always does with his. "
He bent over me and kisses my hair," There is in heaven noblest of you angel, Gabriel, I hope you understand it. And now, I'm sorry, but I'm not usually so late, "he adds, pulling up and forcing me to walk.
Already, the power has just ruined.
dragging me to the throne room, then the door leaves my hand. Opens the door and beyond.
walk a few steps behind him, my heart in my throat. At my entrance, the room comes alive with whispers. All eyes are at the cowardly, the pariah. How can I believe his words here?
"Okay," I reassured.
I do not even touching, but his aura around me. Its wings a shield around my body. I know, I hear. And all the others. The buzz grows
increasingly, to finally vanish into thin air: Michael has taken his seat next to God, and I'm at his side.

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