Fic: sacrilegious (OuatiM/The Ninth Gate)

Title: Sacrilegious
Author: Arabwel
E-mail: Arabwel at yahoo dot com
Pairing: Sands/El, implied Sands/El/Dean Corso
Summary: Trap, bait, sex on an altar
Rating: R
Word count: 1028
Warnings: Religion!Kink
Feedback: yes please
Archive: Feel free, just tell me where
Disclaimer: Not mine; Blame Johnny Depp, R. Rodriquez and Arturo Perez-Reverte…
A/N: Another try at Metafic that went awry… all for the "The Batshit Crazy Metafic o' Doom Challenge"
Crossposted like crazy...
Edit: And my fabulous beta has come to my rescue again... *huggles smtfhw*



( In the end, Dean wondered if Mexico had been such a good idea after all )

Fic: Metafuck (Or just how many is a crowd?) (sorta-meta-rps)

Title: Metafuck (Or: Just how fucking many is a crowd?)
Author: Arabwel
E-mail. Arabwel at yahoo dot com
Rating: R
Pairing: Johnny Depp/Antonio Banderas, implied Johnny Depp/Enrique Iglesias, Sands/El, Jack/James,
Summary: It’s getting crowded in Johnny’s head, and he’s not the only one…
Disclaimer: Never happened. It’s just make-believe.
Word count: 100
Feedback: Yes, please
Archive: The challenge archive, any Meta archives, anyone who wants this, just drop me a line and you can have
Author’s Notes: Written for the "The Batshit Crazy Metafic o' Doom Challenge" and once again, the victim of lack of sleep and too much caffeine.
All mistakes are mine, since I don’t want to bother my beta with this sort of random crap.
I found out about the challenge 3 days before the deadline, angsted about it for two days, and began writing this just before midnight on the 30th. Ten plot bunnies struck, and the rest is, as they say, history.
The tile comes from a v. bad typo in the original filename….
Dedicated to my therapist, who will probably refuse to read this on account of wanting to hold to what’s left of her sanity.

( It was getting crowded in his head. )

Fic: Metafuck 2; What Shall We do with a drunken actor?

Title: What shall we do with a drunken actor? (or: Metafuck 2)
Author: Arabwel
e-mail. Arabwel at yahoo dot com
Pairing: Err… Johnny Depp/Sands
Rating: R
Word count: 1065- I’m sorry, they refused to talk less.
Warnings: Gunkink, copious amounts of alcohol, other bizarreness
Disclaimer: Not mine. So not mine.
Summary: Johnny has weird dreams
Feedback: Yes, please
Archive: The challenge archive, any Meta archives, otherwise drop me a line and you can have
A/N: Also written for the batshit Crazy Metafic of Doom challenge…. Not betaed, because I wouldn’t throw this sort of shit at my beta after writing another night through.
Am not sure if this counts as a proper meta-fic…

( Johnny has weird dreams... )

Fic: Metafuck 3: Revolutions

Title: Metafuck: Revolutions
Author: Arabwel
E-mail: Arabwel at yahoo dot com
Pairing: Err… Antonio Banderas/Johnny Depp/Enrique Iglesias and Sands/El/Lorenzo
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Three’s the charm, in more ways than one…
Word count: 1017, since they wouldn’t shut up.
Disclaimer: As if. Never happened, never will, and not mine in any case
Feedback: Yes, please
Archive: The challenge archive, any meta archives, otherwise drop me a line and you can have
Notes: I am on a roll here; three entries written during the night of 30th and 1st…’
Someone kill me now; I wrote RPS starring Enrique Iglesias.
And yes, I know that my tense usage in this one is shitty, but so is my current state of mind since it’s Stupid O’clock in the morning and I am feeling productive.

( In the end, it was no one’s fault… not really )

Metafuck 4: The Revenge of the Muses

Title: Metafuck 4: The revenge of the muses
Author: Arabwel
E-mail: Arabwel at yahoo dot com
Characters: The Author, El-muse, Sands-muse, Johnny-muse, Antonio-muse, Enrique-muse, Lorenzo-muse, Dean-muse, Mary Sue the Bunny
Summary: The muses are pissed.
Rating: R
Word count: 1000
Disclaimer: As if.
Feedback: Yes, please
Archive: You want this, then just drop me a line
Notes: Since my tries at Metafic failed so utterly, I ended up writing this muse-fic :P consider this a follow-up to Metafucks 1-3 and Sacrilegious

( The Author looked at a group of very, very pissed off muses that were currently pointing various weaponry at her. )