Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Prologue
anonymous
March 1 2010, 21:44:01 UTC
Very short prologue. Chapters will have more substance. I promise.
Alfred Jones wasn’t sure what had attracted him to the old house. Maybe it was the rumor that moonshiners had used it, or that it had supposedly been a part of the underground railroad
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Thank you verrrry much for filling this so quickly! ;u; it's WOOONERFUL so far~! I can't wait until little Arthur shows up in the flesh! ouo And if it was you who asked it--yes you can make it angsty with fluffy ending~ Whatever author!anon wants! 8D
Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part One.A
anonymous
March 2 2010, 16:57:21 UTC
Alfred soon forgot about the jar. He painted and repaired the doors, the railings, everything that creaked. He found the work fun, a good distraction in the tough economy, something that would keep his mind off of the fact that he was “between jobs
( ... )
Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part One.B
anonymous
March 2 2010, 16:59:03 UTC
“Will you shut the hell up?” a voice demanded, and Alfred’s voice died in his throat. The green eyes were narrowed, the prominent (or massive) eyebrows threatening to shut them completely (they looked really heavy). The man’s messy blond hair looked as though it hadn’t been touched in at least a week, and his pale skin made Alfred shiver with thoughts of death and ghost.
Alfred continued to tremble, and the man tsked in disgust. Alfred squeaked when the man-ghost-thing leaned over to touch him (though he would never admit it), and for a moment, Alfred thought that he was trying to comfort him.
He was sorely mistaken.
The thing grabbed his ear and shook him, his expression one of boredom, and a little bit of anger.
”Will you stop bloody shaking?” he demanded, and Alfred could feel the blood leaving his face and rushing straight to his terrified heart. The thing moved again, and he noticed that… he was wearing a toga. “God, this is infuriating! Didn’t even realize it was open, it’s been so long! So, what do you want
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Re: Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part One.B
anonymous
March 3 2010, 00:20:39 UTC
OP!Anon here! 8D Oh my GOD--I love you SOOO much right now!! This is exactly what I wanted! ;u; Alfred's reaction to Arthur is perfffect~! I wouldn't expect him to go "OMGTHREEWISHESREALLY8D?! UHMALLTHEHAMBUGERSINTHEWORLDPLEASEKAYTHXBYE~!" since he'd be too terrified of Artie at first~ =u= 'CAUSE HE'S A GHOST. ;D Oh, Alfy~<3
Update quickly, my dearest Author!anon~! ouo I eagerly await the next part!
Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part Two.A
anonymous
March 3 2010, 02:00:32 UTC
Alfred woke to sunlight. He lay still for a moment, checked that his limbs were still present. He could recall a fucked up dream with a psycho in it, but nothing appeared out of place. So it was just a dream.
Until he found the gun under the pillow. But then he just chalked it up to sleepwalking. Anything to deny that there had been someone in his house.He stumbled out of bed and checked the gun, found that the chamber was empty. Apparently he had been prepared to bludgeon anything that came into the room
( ... )
Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part Two.B
anonymous
March 3 2010, 02:01:13 UTC
Alfred wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He swallowed the quickly-forming lump in his throat and gripped the counter tightly. “Then what can I wish for?”
“I… God damn it. I’m not explaining it all again! Just start wishing, and maybe you’ll get something!”
“But… Who the hell are you, anyway?” Alfred had to slow him down, because everything was just flying over his head. If he could get his name, he could probably call the mental hospital and have someone sent out to retrieve him.
“Arthur Kirkland, formerly of the First Order of the Light, currently,” he paused, sighed, “genie.”
“Right.” Alfred nodded slowly. Surely someone at the hospital would remember someone that talked about lights and genies. “Can, uh, I make a phonecall? If you can just wait here, then-“
“The asylum workers won’t be able to see me if I don’t want them to. If anything, they’d take you for your hallucinations.”
That made Alfred stop. He stared at Arthur, narrowing his eyes. “What are you on about now
( ... )
Re: Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part Two.B
anonymous
March 3 2010, 02:21:30 UTC
Ahahaha, I am loving this so much! Their reactions are just so perfect. Dear anon, it is my sincerest hope that you keep updating at this speed because I simply cannot get enough of this hilarity. :D
Re: Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part Two.B
anonymous
March 3 2010, 05:06:38 UTC
To quote Alfred - this is *awesome,* anon. Your Arthur in particular is adorable, and I'm really looking forward to the romance. Although the choice of an urn for his bottle really creeps me out for some reason. of course, my fear of ghosts is almost on par with Alfred's, so maybe it's not that surprising.
I'm looking forward to your update, anon. This promises to be fun. ^^
Re: Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part Two.B
anonymous
March 4 2010, 01:25:51 UTC
OP!Anon here~! PFFFT--YOU'RE AMAZING, AUTHOR!ANON!! ;U; You can have more than my babies! You can have my DOG! AND my cat! DON'T YOU FEEL SPECIAL NOW? <3 ;u;
I'm lovin' these fast updates to death! Keep it up, dearest anon! <3
Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part Three.A
anonymous
March 4 2010, 13:06:56 UTC
Alfred groaned. He back killed, and he felt really stiff. He chanced a look around, realized that he was lying on the floor. He moved his mouth soundlessly and sat up slowly. The last thing he remembered was-
“About fucking time.”
Alfred stared at the man in the chair. It looked as though he hadn’t moved since Alfred had… fallen.
“I’m still waiting for wishes,” the man said. “I’d like if you could make it quick, as I’d really like to get home.”
Alfred didn’t know what he was supposed to do. The man before him felt strange. In a kinda bad, kinda weird way.
“I think you should tell me who you are,” Alfred said slowly.
“I did,” the man grumbled, but he finally moved his legs into a more comfortable position. Alfred jolted up, as that position had revealed a few things that he never wanted to see again, and he back slowly against the stone fireplace
( ... )
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Alfred Jones wasn’t sure what had attracted him to the old house. Maybe it was the rumor that moonshiners had used it, or that it had supposedly been a part of the underground railroad ( ... )
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Thank you verrrry much for filling this so quickly! ;u; it's WOOONERFUL so far~! I can't wait until little Arthur shows up in the flesh! ouo
And if it was you who asked it--yes you can make it angsty with fluffy ending~ Whatever author!anon wants! 8D
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Yay~
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Alfred continued to tremble, and the man tsked in disgust. Alfred squeaked when the man-ghost-thing leaned over to touch him (though he would never admit it), and for a moment, Alfred thought that he was trying to comfort him.
He was sorely mistaken.
The thing grabbed his ear and shook him, his expression one of boredom, and a little bit of anger.
”Will you stop bloody shaking?” he demanded, and Alfred could feel the blood leaving his face and rushing straight to his terrified heart. The thing moved again, and he noticed that… he was wearing a toga. “God, this is infuriating! Didn’t even realize it was open, it’s been so long! So, what do you want ( ... )
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Oh my GOD--I love you SOOO much right now!! This is exactly what I wanted! ;u; Alfred's reaction to Arthur is perfffect~! I wouldn't expect him to go "OMGTHREEWISHESREALLY8D?! UHMALLTHEHAMBUGERSINTHEWORLDPLEASEKAYTHXBYE~!" since he'd be too terrified of Artie at first~ =u= 'CAUSE HE'S A GHOST. ;D Oh, Alfy~<3
Update quickly, my dearest Author!anon~! ouo I eagerly await the next part!
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Alfred woke to sunlight. He lay still for a moment, checked that his limbs were still present. He could recall a fucked up dream with a psycho in it, but nothing appeared out of place. So it was just a dream.
Until he found the gun under the pillow. But then he just chalked it up to sleepwalking. Anything to deny that there had been someone in his house.He stumbled out of bed and checked the gun, found that the chamber was empty. Apparently he had been prepared to bludgeon anything that came into the room ( ... )
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“I… God damn it. I’m not explaining it all again! Just start wishing, and maybe you’ll get something!”
“But… Who the hell are you, anyway?” Alfred had to slow him down, because everything was just flying over his head. If he could get his name, he could probably call the mental hospital and have someone sent out to retrieve him.
“Arthur Kirkland, formerly of the First Order of the Light, currently,” he paused, sighed, “genie.”
“Right.” Alfred nodded slowly. Surely someone at the hospital would remember someone that talked about lights and genies. “Can, uh, I make a phonecall? If you can just wait here, then-“
“The asylum workers won’t be able to see me if I don’t want them to. If anything, they’d take you for your hallucinations.”
That made Alfred stop. He stared at Arthur, narrowing his eyes. “What are you on about now ( ... )
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I'm looking forward to your update, anon. This promises to be fun. ^^
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PFFFT--YOU'RE AMAZING, AUTHOR!ANON!! ;U;
You can have more than my babies! You can have my DOG! AND my cat! DON'T YOU FEEL SPECIAL NOW? <3 ;u;
I'm lovin' these fast updates to death! Keep it up, dearest anon! <3
Reply
Alfred groaned. He back killed, and he felt really stiff. He chanced a look around, realized that he was lying on the floor. He moved his mouth soundlessly and sat up slowly. The last thing he remembered was-
“About fucking time.”
Alfred stared at the man in the chair. It looked as though he hadn’t moved since Alfred had… fallen.
“I’m still waiting for wishes,” the man said. “I’d like if you could make it quick, as I’d really like to get home.”
Alfred didn’t know what he was supposed to do. The man before him felt strange. In a kinda bad, kinda weird way.
“I think you should tell me who you are,” Alfred said slowly.
“I did,” the man grumbled, but he finally moved his legs into a more comfortable position. Alfred jolted up, as that position had revealed a few things that he never wanted to see again, and he back slowly against the stone fireplace ( ... )
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