Stories by ifithasapulse

"Bela Talbot. I knew from the moment you came crashing into my life that you were going to be one hell of a headache and I wasn't wrong for a single second." In which Bela almost destroys Dean's coffeemaker and Dean has an odd way of saying I love you.

A collection of Bela/Dean drabbles which detail just about any situation. Non-linear, sometimes AU.

Bela Talbot is a homicide detective in New York City. Dean Winchester is a rich boy with baggage and a rep for solving cases in a matter of days. When he transfers from Chicago to NYC straight into a homicide case and a partnership with the enigmatic, dedicated Lieutenant, both are in for one hell of a ride. Cop AU.

Your face is pale and drawn, and under your hard expression is fear. I want to kiss it away but there's a war to fight and lives to save and kissing you doesn't seem to fit into any of that. And I wish I was brave enough to tell you what I felt but you're the Gryffindor and I'm the Slytherin who just figured out how to not be an asshole after seventeen years. DG, War drabble-style.

Bela/Dean AU. Interpol agent Dean Winchester has been chasing Bela Talbot all over the globe for years, determined to catch the elusive cat burglar. The beautiful thief must stay on her toes lest she be caught by the detective hot on her heels...

Lily is slaving over notes in the library, but when a certain James Potter shows up to the rescue, can she resist his tempting offer?

Stuck inside a cursed elevator, Bela and Dean are forced to make amends with each other or else tear the other apart. Which will it be and what troubling confessions will arise?

It feels like he's dying, just a little bit. He doesn't think one body can hold so much pain and he wants to die. His heart is stuck in his throat as he chokes out sob after sob and it feels like his soul is being shredded into pieces with a razor, the kind Dad uses to shave. There isn't enough happiness in this world to balance his grief.

It's a little past midnight and Draco and Ginny run into each other. After being slapped in the face twice, binding her hands together to stop her from doing it a third time, and passionately making out, what more is left to bring this night to a close?

When Bela and Dean are trapped in a cabin the middle of nowhere, each pissed off, hurt, and angry, how will they react to each others presence? All bets are off where Bela and Dean are ..

There are many shades to Bela Talbot. The thief, the woman, the socialite merge into a woman with many aspects to her personality. Focused. Daring. Cunning. Athletic. Fierce. Determined. There is no one way to describe her and to assume anything about her would be a mistake. A character study, of sorts.

She tastes danger on his lips and craves more. He smells passion on her swan-like neck and can't get enough. Sometimes, amidst carnal desire and meaningless rendezvous, something beautiful is born.

He noted his leather jacket, scarred and old, crumpled beside her purple cashmere sweater dress. Another reminder of how little they belonged together. The morning after, Dean is forced to examine exactly how the cards are stacked against them, and whether his night with Bela had been a mistake or a second chance at saving himself.

She was all velvet skin, sleek curves atop long, lean legs, amber silk masquerading as hair, shimmering emerald eyes concealed by a swift down sweep of thick, lush ebony lashes that cast dramatic, elongated shadows down her high cheekbones. Dean and Bela meet at a party, and sometimes one dance simply isn't enough...

Bela wonders why Dean's still there in the morning and he just nestles her against him, loving the perfect fit of their bodies, blinks at her and says, "Good morning, beautiful."

Bela leaves her apartment to indulge in some fries and burgers where she runs into someone she didn't expect...

She smiles and it's been ages since I've seen someone smile. "No, Malfoy. You are the flower. You might have come from Death Eaters but you can leave and thrive somewhere else. Voldemort might always be a part of you, but so will this castle. You must have some good memories. Everyone does. Beneath the torture and killing and lack of warmth, you must have something."

Lily Evans wished that James Potter would look at her, if only for a second, and register, if only on a subconscious level, that she existed. Warning: Very OOC

Too bad dreams aren't reality, huh, Ginny?

She slicked on a layer of creamy red lipstick. It gleamed wetly, the deep hue shimmering on full, slightly parted lips. "It is time to cut off our relationship."

Draco and Ginny's relationship is down to the simplest and most complicated of cycles.

Dark roots of deep crimson lightened into shades of scarlet and strawberry, gold and amber strands mixing into it until it looked like a maelstrom of gorgeous tints and hues. They spun themselves into twisting tendrils of flaming gold and danced down past her slender shoulders to the small of her back.

He got to her too much. But then again, wasn't that why they were in this position? Locked at an impasse, both having thrown everything away. All that was left now was for them to see if it would be worth it. Draco and Ginny have thrown away everything for each other. Is it worth it?

Draco and Ginny have history. Response to Somewhere Sky's challenge.