How Cissa met LuciusNarcissa Black was a fourth year at Hogwarts when she first met the Chaser legend Lucius Malfoy. She was lost going up to the seventh floor, the stairs kept changing their paths on her and she was near tears because she was missing classes because of those troublesome stairs. She would stand at the bottom of the staircases and watch as the stairs changed, waiting for the chance to spring up another level came her way, but it was exceedingly hard.How Cissa met Lucius9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Poor little girl," she heard as someone chuckled on a passing staircase. Narcissa was immediately furious at whoever had called her a little girl. Probably that stupid brother of hers, Sirius, he was known to play such tricks.
So, with her brother in mind, Narcissa threw a nasty hex over her shoulder at whoever had insulted her, only to throw herself against the railing and begin apologizing as she saw who had spoken to her.
Lucius was sprawled over his stairs, clutching his shoulder and laughing softly.
"No no, my apologies, Miss Black, I sh
HichiIchi:Unknown Dangerous Desires-Ch. 0HichiIchi:Unknown Dangerous Desires-Ch. 03 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's only the beginning...
That day the sky wasn't perfectly clear as some clouds were
wandering on the blue sky. They had a grey shade, but it didn't
seem to be threatening.
It was a nice morning, the wind was blowing gently, carrying
with it some white and pink petals along the city.
The boy was staying in his bed looking at the clouds. It was
quiet, very quite. The sunlight was flooding the window, but it's
light seemed, somehow...hmmm..unreal.
He was bored since he had nothing to do. It was Saturday, so
he had no school and he had done his homework the day before.
Karin, Yuzu and his idiotic father went to the Mall to buy some
clothes. 'I should have gone with them' he thought and then he
sighed. Rukia left the Real World to visit her brother and Kon
and Ririn went to Urahara's shop, most probably to piss that guy
off, but knowing Urahara, he would piss them off instead.
Even in his head was quiet. He did
RevealedRevealed by preety_lady_serenityRevealed6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: The characters are the intellectual property of Matt Groening, not mine.
Charles Montgomery Burns woke up by a soft nudge. He let a groan escape from his ancient lips and tried to open his heavy eyelids.
"Good morning sir," he heard the soft voice that awoke him every day. The hand that rested on his shoulder until he woke up moved away slowly and for a second Burns had the urge to grab the costumed soft hand and hug it closely. Not even Bobo had given him such warmth before and Bobo was his oldest and best friend. That hand, Smithers' hand, seemed very soft and tender that moment. He controlled the urge, nevertheless, and wondered on whether he was becoming a senile old coot.
Smithers opened the curtains slowly and just enough for a little sunligh
The Twilights of Spike's Heart Chapter FiveThe Twilights of Spike's Heart Chapter Five3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Twilights of Our Hearts Chapter Five: Small Moments
Spike was upstairs putting the finishing touches on his suit. 'Stupid tie!' he thought as he muddled with it.
"Spike, are you coming?" called Twilight from downstairs.
"Just a second," replied the young dragon.
As Spike continued to play with the knots, he eventually found one that worked. "Finally," he said to himself.
Not wanting to waste any more time than he already had, Spike turned and ran out of the bedroom. Instantly he looked down the steps to see Twilight looking up at him with a surprised expression on her face. She was wearing a red dress, a pearl necklace, and her mane was curled.
Spike's eyes widened as he looked at his lavender friend. "Wow," they both said quietly.
"You look amazing Twilight."
The lavender mare smiled and did her best to hide a blush. "You look great yourself Spike So, shall we head out?"
Monty's Musical WorriesMonty's musical worries by preety-lady-serenityMonty's Musical Worries4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Matt Groening and Fox Network. I get nothing for using them.
Synopsis: When Waylon Smithers decided to enter his Malibu Stacey Musical in Springfield's Amateur Theatre festival he could never guess it would cause Mr. Burns so much anxiety
Charles Montgomery Burns was signing some contracts when his assistant entered his office. At first the old plutocrat thought that the younger man was there to bring another set of papers for him to sign, but he quickly realised that this was not the case. The younger man held nothing.
"I'm listening," he said and leaned back on his chair.
"Well sir... I was wondering... if it could be possible that is..."
"Oh spit it out Smithers, I haven't got all day!" the older man said impatiently.
"Well as you know the Springfield Amateur Theatre Fe
White Rose White Rose:White Rose8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Charles Montgomery Burns walked down the hospital's long, cold, sterile white hallway. How many times now had he been in this very hospital? Countless it seemed, and every time he came out just fine.
But this time was different.
Instead of him being the one in the hospital it was his most trusted employee, Waylon Smithers, who was ill. It had all started around last Tuesday, a week ago to be exact, when Smithers had come in for work. Carrying a stack of papers, he suddenly stumbled and nearly fell as the papers went flying everywhere, an action that was rare for him.
When Burns had questioned him about it, he merely replied that he was tired and that Burns needn't worry about him. Taking his word for it, Burns kept quite about his employee's increasingly odd behavor until last night when he and Smithers were getting ready to leave the plant. Smithers was getting Burns' coat and a
Smither's POV Lisa the SkepticThe citizens of Springfield where gathered amongst the darkening skies and the death-angel that stood solitarily infront of us as we whispered to numbered moments of our lives together. Families where huddled together, clinging to their children potectivly, Couples where reasurring they would meet again in the after life, and Lisa was behind us all -- reading a book carelessly.Smither's POV Lisa the Skeptic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beside me was Mr. Burns, who was looking at the death-angel fearfully -- wishing he didin't do the things he did in the past prehaps. And i could feel my stomache church painfully, wondering what to do now.
"Well," Ned said in a whisper, looking at Pastor Lovejoy "Shall we sing a hymn? Ahh-- Dear my God to Thee maybe? Or-- Amazing Grace ?"
"Mmn nahh..." Pastor Lovejoy said.
Could i just excape this? This IS our final moments? I mean.... i could kiss him, but....
"Ohhh Marge," Homer said, breaking my train of thought as he grabbed Marge "Don't let go, no matter what! -- If the
Smithers at CrisisSmithers at Crisis by preety-lady-serenitySmithers at Crisis5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Smithers and Burns, and the whole Simpson Universe, belongs to Matt Groening and FOX. I will continue writing fanfics though.
Synopsis: Mr. Burns was proud of having the most competend assistant a businessman could ever had. Until one night Smithers saw a person that opened old wounds once more.
Warning: This fic has malexmale love in it and instances of mild violence. Be warned.
Charles Montgomery Burns felt goose bumps as he stepped out of his limousine and into the chilly environment. He looked into the limo's dark surface and fixed his tie once more. He, then, turned towards the open doors of the hotel and stifled a yawn. He was so bored of these kinds of endless gatherings. When he had to pretend to be interested in other people's lives i
Kisshu's LoveKisshu's Love8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Kisshus Love: Part One
The pain hadn't ceased at all. His heart ached and he wretched onto the ground outside on the dark street. He gasped and spat. "Ichigo," he whispered to himself, looking longingly towards the starlit sky. From his home world, he had a perfect view of Earth from wherever he stood. It was a constant reminder of Ichigo that laughed in his face every day since he left her behind with Aoyama. He gathered himself together and staggered back towards his home with Pai and Taruto, holding his sides as tears welled up in his eyes.Ichigo, my Koneko," he wheezed as he wretched again, wanting nothing to do with the place he was at any longer.
It had been 8 months since Kisshu and the other two had left for home. Eight long months to Kisshu. As he teleported inside his house, Pai and Taruto looked shocked at his appearance. In the light, he looked abnormally paler than usual. His hair was a mess and vomit covered his outfit. He looked dirty and his face was cut, as were
1 sentence pairing challenge1. Walking1 sentence pairing challenge5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They walk in the rain sharing the same umbrella and as the young man's hand draws him closer to his body, Monty Burns feels that Waylon Smithers is no longer an assistant but a partner.
He looks at his assistant from behind his newspaper, sniffs indignantly and wonders on how someone could waltz in his life and turn it upside down, like that boy did.
Waylon Smithers opens his eyes feeling two lips against his own and discovers that wishes do come true every once in awhile.
When they overheard a conversation where Smithers was referred to as 'Burns' Wonder Boy' they averted their eyes away from each other in embarrassment since they both knew the sexual innuendo behind that phrase.
"Don't be such a worry wart," the old man scoffs trying to hide his embarrassment when the younger man checks his temple for a fever.
Waylon looks at Mr. Burns' lip form a pout, then uncurl to a t
Beaned 2-Part 1A baseball game was going on in the middle of Gerald Field that afternoon after school was out. As per usual, it was a good portion of the Fourth grade class from P.S. 118 against Wolfgang and his army of thugs.Beaned 2-Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Throw it already, if you dare!" Helga declared, gripping the bat tightly in her hands.
"Oh, you'll get it, blondie!" Wolfgang said devilishly, and threw his arm back, tossing the ball to her.
The baseball came flying at her like a jet rocket, almost in a blur of white with a tail, Helga tensed for a few moments, and swung the bat-
"Strike one!" Said the catcher, throwing the ball back to Wolfgang.
"Criminy..." Helga sighed.
"You can do it, Helga! Keep your eye on the ball!" Arnold called to her in vast encouragement.
For a moment, Helga swooned and nearly dropped the bat. Her face must have been betraying her because she slapped herself in order to get over it.
"Criminy, I know what to do, football head!" Helga shouted back. "Pay attention and keep your place!"
"Here it comes,
Lovely Never, ever changeThis blew.Lovely Never, ever change5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It really sucked.
Helga had apparently succeeded in her mission the moment she showed up for the school dance that night. All to just show Rhonda and her cronies how wrong they were, and above all, to impress her beloved.
It had started a few days before the dance, when Helga had overheard Rhonda making snide remarks as to how she (Helga) could never make herself presentable and less of a tomboy for the dance. They'd even made bets! How dare they. But Helga wasn't about to take it lying down. She confronted "The Internal Fashion and Gossip Queen" as she liked to call her, and told her that she too could doll up and look awesome for a dance. Rhonda accepted her challenge, and told her good luck, she'd need it.
She sure showed them!
On the day of the dance, she'd slaved over herself the entire afternoon to make herself look good. She bought herself a simple but elegant black cocktail dress, and a pair of matching black heels. She had carefully washed and brushed her hair out,
Mr. Pefect-Part 2Helga came into school, as per usual, and this time, was on a mission. Or, at least somewhat. She looked around the hallway, and came to find her target. Phoebe, who was chatting with Gerald near her locker. She marched over, going right to her best friend.Mr. Pefect-Part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Pheebs, I need to talk to you."
"Huh? What's the problem, Helga?" Phoebe asked.
"Not really a problem, but it's-"
"Hold on a sec, ladies, should I just go?" Gerald cut her off.
"Nah, actually, I could use you for once, Geraldo." Helga said. "I'll need a man's point of view on this."
Gerald raised a brow, a little confused, but gave a shrug. "Well, okay. I'll do what I can."
"What do you need to talk about?" Phoebe asked.
"Well, let's say, hypothetically, I like this guy, and I really want to give him a chance. But let's say, still hypothetically, I have no idea how he feels and though I want to talk to him about this, I'm scared he'll blow me off."
Phoebe's eyes widened. "...Helga, is this about...you know, Ice Cream?"
Malcolm in the Middle AngstMalcolm sat on the edge of his bed, just moments after dinner. They always laughed at him and made fun of him... well he was about to put an end to that.Malcolm in the Middle Angst8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He plunged his hand into his backpack and shoved a chair in front of the door, to stop intruders.
And out came his gun. Hed actually found it in a trashcan by the school, with one bullet. Someone must have chickened out. Well, he wasnt about to.
He heard a knock at the door, Malcolm! Let me in! Dewey. He couldnt see this. It would ruin him.
Malcolm took the gun and put it to his head. One squeeze of the trigger and everything went black.
Reese came running, thinking Malcolm or Dewey had a be-be gun or something like that.
Dewey, open the door! Reese yelled at his younger brother.
Im trying! Dewey yelled back at him.
Reese shoved te door and it swung open.
MOM!!! The two boys screamed.
Oh, what is it now? Lois groaned in an awfully annoyed voice.
Arnold's Leg 6"Well, Arnold, it looks like your leg is doing a bit better since you came here." The doctor said, showing the X-Rays up against the lighted screen. "The fracture still remains, but the medication is healing it slowly. In about two more months, you'll be able to walk around with a brace for a while."Arnold's Leg 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been two weeks since Arnold had fractured his leg, and now he was being brought to the doctor for a check-up on the leg. Helga had come with him, along with Arnold's grandparents.
"Does it hurt at all?" The doctor asked.
"Not so much." Arnold said. "It really only hurts when I move it."
"Mm..." The doctor nodded. "I see. Well if the pain does get a little severe at any time, I'll prescribe a better painkiller if you want."
"Um...that's okay, I should be fine. I don't move it very often, anyway."
The doctor laughed. "I suppose you're right. But if anything happens, I want you to call me right away."
"I will, doctor." Arnold promised. "Is that it?"
"Yep. You can go now." The doctor we
Meeting HalfwayAt ten years old, it was hard to believe that this kind of thing happened. A lot of ten year olds would never go through this situation. At least not at the same level. It was strange, because when he thought about it, despite being only ten, he couldn't deny it, either. Status didn't change feelings.Meeting Halfway5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He may have been only ten, but he knew one thing for sure. Something he had felt all along, but never knew, because of the circumstances.
He was in love.
More than just a crush.
More than how he had felt when he had crushed on girls like Ruth McDougal, Ms. Felter, Maria, and even Lila.
He'd found out throughout the adventure in the depths of the San Lorenzo jungle that he was in love with none other than Helga G. Pataki. His own personal tormentor. Some would say "Of all the girls to fall for, why her?"
To which Arnold would simply reply, "Why NOT her?"
It was strange, even to him at first. But as time went by, he accepted it. He had proved it to her with a short kiss just before they lef
One QuestionOne Question6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At the soft sounds of Helga prepping for the day, Arnold opened his eyes and yawned a bit, sitting up in bed. He stretched his arms and rubbed the sleep from his eyelids. Looking at the time, he grinned a little at seeing that he beat his alarm by about fifteen minutes.
"Well, good morning, football head."
Arnold turned his gaze to the source of the voice, and smiled upon seeing his longtime girlfriend in front of the full-length mirror, still in her nightgown, and brushing her hair. He slowly got out of bed and walked over to her, bringing his arms around her from behind.
"Good morning to you too, hammerhead." Arnold teased playfully, using the silly nickname he'd come up for her when they were kids, because of how her omnipresent pigtails almost looked like the sides of a hammerhead shark, without the complete shape or the eyes at the ends, of course. Sure, she rarely wore her hair in pigtails anymore, but it was still funny to use.
Helga stuck her tongue out at his reflection and th
Arnold Loves Helga 3Arnold swung on the swing lowly, his head down, and his thoughts elsewhere. He almost wished that whoever wrote the message on the wall would come forward... so he could kick him or her in the shin. He wasn't usually a violent person... but this really sucked.Arnold Loves Helga 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerald sat down on the swing beside him quietly, not saying a word for a good minute. "So..."
Arnold grunted, and shifted his face up to stare blankly at Gerald.
Gerald offered a smile, and held onto the chains of the swing, his feet on the ground pushing him back and forth. "There's a bright side to this, I know... but unfortunately I don't have your optimist skills, man... so what's the bright side? I'm sure kicking some of your optimism skills into use will make you feel better."
Arnold dropped his head again, and groaned. "There is no bright side."
Gerald gasped. "Arnold, man... what is wrong with you? First, you're in love with Helga, then you can't-"
He was cut off by Arnold standing up abruptly and giving him a scowl, and
Arnold Loves Helga 2Arnold stepped out of his house, and into the cold, crisp air that told of morning. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the smells that morning always brought, and then let it all out in a contented sigh.Arnold Loves Helga 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He stepped down from his stoop, and walked over towards the bus stop, where Gerald was waiting for him. He knew that it was a beautiful day, and kind of wished he hadn't made plans to ride the bus with Gerald, so he could walk to school and really enjoy the morning, but the thought of pushing the window down, and feeling the cold, exhilarating morning air rush through his golden locks as the metal beast roared down the high way, caused him to quickly discard such thoughts from his mind.
He walked up to Gerald and smiled a little as they just casually did their "hand-shake", almost instinctually, upon seeing eachother. Gerald returned his smile, and shifted a little from foot to foot, his arms crossed over his chest coolly. "Hey, man."
"Good morning, Gerald." He greeted, "So, how did your sist
The Easy Way Out Part 1The easy way out.The Easy Way Out Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was exactly as it was proclaimed.
People often took the easy way out as the way to go for any solution. They saw it as the good way. The right way. The easy way.
However, it's not always the best road to take. True happiness, though deserved by all, had to be worked for. But would be rewarding, and well worth the effort. It's not always easy to achieve true happiness and dreams, especially with life like it is. But knowing you stuck it out, and did your best, and worked your way forward, that's truly something to be proud of.
Helga knew from the beginning that she was taking the easy way out in doing all of this. She was giving up, and taking the next best thing. The easy thing. The one thing she would have to do little to no work for. She'd had enough of torturing herself, though admittedly her own fault, and wanted to move forward and have at least some kind of happiness and solace.
It started in Junior year. Brainy had asked her out. He decided to try to fight f
2nd Arnold Visits Arnie EssayAn Arnold Visits Arnie Essay2nd Arnold Visits Arnie Essay6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After reading an essay written by an anonymous fan, which was about this particular Hey Arnold episode "Arnold Visits Arnie", it inspired me to write one of my own. So do forgive me if I make references to that particular essay.
The episode can be interpreted in different ways, and yet we all know exactly what it represented and what it all meant. I really liked that episode, and as the other person said, it takes us into Arnold's subconscious like never before. Other than the episode "Married", but we'll get to that some other time. In this episode, we see a lot of what Arnold is thinking, and how subconsciously, he knows and feels things he doesn't know just yet, but is there.
So yes, it was very rushed and in the end descended into a nightmare-ish freak show, but that was just for comedic effect, of course. We aren't given, nor is Arnold, enough time to think about it, but it's enough to let us know what Arnold is thinking deep down below his conscious l
R-NLD 10The next day rolled in, with the sun shining bright and hot upon the desolate remains of the city. Before collapsing with exhaustion, Arnold had tried all he could to wake Helga up, but with no success. She remained in some kind of comatose state in her pod, completely unaware and unresponsive to the world outside. It turned out that she was in a deep, comatose sleep thanks to a newly developed anesthesia that the scientists on the Axiom had perfected.R-NLD 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was no way to wake someone up from that state, unless it either wore off on its own, which in itself would take weeks, with time added on if given an extra dose, or, if the antidote was injected into the subject in liquid or inhaling form.
Of course, not knowing this, Arnold was heartbroken at the loss of contact with the woman he had fallen in love with. Even if he knew, it wouldn't have done a lick of good anyway.
Now they were on the roof of the Sunset Arms, where Arnold had managed to roll and push her pod onto, by using a pile
R-NLD 2Just like any other day, Arnold ventured home through the toxic city after a long day of following his directive. It always the same, dismal thing, day after day, with not a sound to be heard, other than his own footsteps crunching into something on the ground, from various kinds of trash to newspapers. Old, aged, weathered newspapers barely legible because of dirt, reading: TOO MUCH TRASH! EARTH COVERED! FTI CEO DECLARES GLOBAL EMERGENCY!!! All around this old neighbourhood, were the FTI outlets. Stores, a gas station, a bank, a mall, restaurants, skyscrapers. Holoscreens stood about the place, representing the FTI logo, which were yellow letters, the F and the T connected together, and the I was separate from the too, and was in smaller casing than the F and T.R-NLD 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He walked over the remains of what was once Tina Park, to make a shortcut to get home.
This was, part of the most unpleasant moments of his walk home.
All around him, within the piles of trash and eve
Escalating Love 2 1-2It had been an interesting few first days. Arnold's cousin Arnie had come over for a visit, and Arnold, as expected, had to baby sit him for a little while. But then suddenly, Arnie started going out with Lila, and before he knew it, he hardly ever even saw Arnie. It was a dream come true, and the whole arrangment seemed to make Lila pretty happy. Arnold was happy for them, though he still couldn't figure out what Lila saw in him. Oh well, it didn't matter... until...Escalating Love 2 1-25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arnie had been watching Helga very closly it seemed. He'd watch as she'd play hopscotch, jump rope, and even just eat her lunch. Arnold hadn't noticed... not until...
"Lila," Arnie began, looking at Lila with dull, listless eyes as he blinked one at a time.
"Why, yes, Arnie?" She asked sweetly, setting her gift for him aside and giving him all her attention.
She never saw it coming. Neither did Helga...
Helga looked in the direction of the voice, and her eyes widened. "A-Arnie, what a... pleasant surprise." S