Crowstiel no. 1Crowley was reaching the end of his tether. Six bloody months he'd been searching for purgatory with the angel rebel, and not a scrap of anything had turned up. However, as Castiel walked into the room Crowley realised that there were some perks.Crowstiel no. 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello Crowley." ohh, he was so... sexily angelic. Crowley had hid his true feelings for about the first five minutes since they had started working together, but when he couldn't contain himself any longer he had realised that Cas's time in the brothel had taught him that he was the ultimate misfit. A gay, rebel angel. Since then the pair had had a lot of fun.
"So is it work time or playtime, darling?" Crowley grinned.
"I'll leave it up to you... darling?"
"Oh, you're learning fast sweetheart, but you leave the flirting to me and stick to what you're good at... and I know what you're good at, darling."
"Shall we begin?"
"Ooh, yes please, sweetheart." And they did. Cas's ha
R and Hr fanfic Like a WhisperAnd I heard it.R and Hr fanfic Like a Whisper4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Your voice, Hermione.
You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper.
So I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. And sure enough, it floated toward me, the ball of light went right into my chest. Straight through me. Right here. I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.
Like a Whisper
Nunca pensei um dia chegar
I never thought would come the day
Te ouvir dizer:
That I would hear you say
"Não é por mal
"It's not that I want
Mas vou te fazer chorar
But I'll make you cry
Hoje vou te fazer chorar
Today I'll make you cry
Não tenho muito tempo
Not much time left to me
Tenho medo de ser um só
I'm afraid to be part of the "one"(to be alone)
Tenho medo de ser só um
I'm afraid to be the one
Alguém pra se lembrar
The one to be remembered
Alguém pra se lembrar
Someone to be remembered
Alguém pra se lembrar"
Someone to be remembered"
Faz um tempo eu quis
It's been a while that I
Running Out of TimeRunning Out of Time4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2:27 in the morning.
And I was screwed.
"Crap, why did I ever agree to do this?" I moaned, glaring at the sheet music for the 36th time today. The little music notes danced around in front of my eyes, the senseless tune replaying over and over in my brain.
Why do I always think I can do everything? Hubris, or deadly pride, is a dangerous fatal flaw, and I often find myself biting off more then I can chew.
But now, I find myself in the deepest trouble I've ever been in; I had gotten into a fight with the band's lead guitarist, Tony, on one of the lyrics of our latest Christmas songs. Two wrecked drum sets, one smashed bass and a broken toe later, he had challenged me to re-write the lyrics myself; out of fury, I had quickly agreed.
But now, I wasn't so sure if I could do it.
I tapped my pencil against my temple, racking my brain for inspiration. Glancing around the house, I reprimanded myself for forgetting to decorate for the holiday season again. Though, in my def
Damn Hogwarts Rules~~~ Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts ~~~Damn Hogwarts Rules7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Any resemblence between Dementors and Bin Laden is coincidental.
2. It is a bad idea to slip Professor Snape a powerful love potion.
3. Growing marijuana or cannabis plants is not an extra credit project for Herbology.
4. I should refrain from putting on Death Eater robes, a Death Eater mask and suchlike and go up to Professor Snape, and say, "Dude! Voldemort wants to kill you, he's found out!"
5. I am not allowed to lock Gryffindors and Slytherins in the Room of Requirement and see who comes out alive and who looks like theyve had a right shag.
6. Professor Flitwick's first name is NOT Dobby, no matter how short he is!
7. "OMFG!" is not a spell.
8. I will not refer to Professor McGonagall as 'My Goggly Goo-Goo!" or "McGonalds! McGonalds!"
9. I will not arrange an Aurors meeting in Malfoy Manor OR Nettos!
10. I will not begin Care of Magical Creatures class by singing, 'Can you dance the hippogriff' by the Hobgoblins in a bold voice,
Lily LilyLily9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was on one long February day, when the wind howled blustery and cold through the Whomping Willow to the lake beyond, that Professor Sprout was approached with a most peculiar request. Classes had finished for the day, allowing her some much-needed time to deal with a particularly troublesome weed that was threatening to take over Greenhouse Three. The plant, a variation of clover that had apparently bred with a variation of Devils Snare, curled up and around the greenhouse, strangling other plants, and managing to crack a piece of glass. The breeze from the lake whistled in through the hole like a dying cat; already, several mandrakes had shrivelled up in their pots, exhausted from the unnaturally cold temperature that was threatening their home.
Off, Sprout said hotly, her chubby cheeks going red as she gave a hard tug at one of the vines. The plant fought, then yielded with a snap; more glass shattered, and the Herbology professor tumbled backwards.
5. UnbreakableI solemnly swear that I'm up to no good...5. Unbreakable4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've studied with Hermione and stumbled with Ron,
I've hid creatures with Hagrid and laughed with Fred and George,
I forgot with Neville and grew up with Ginny,
I've rebelled against Umbridge and got caught with the DA,
I've harbored suspicion at Snape and mocked him with the marauders,
I've cheered on Gryffindor on their pluck and pride,
I've been jeered at by Slytherin and strive with Hufflepuff,
I've understood with Ravenclaw and watched with growing trepidation as Hogwarts started to fall...
I've worried with Molly and fascinated with Arthur,
I've seethed with Sirius and accepted with Remus,
I fell in love with Tonks and Fleur and honoured James and Lily,
I feared with Draco and contemplated the Malfoys shrewdness,
I nurtured a green thumb with Professor Sprout and fought alongside McGonagall,
I've seen a glimpse of darkness with Professor Trelawney and loathed with Snape,
I've charmed and learned with Professor Flitwick and taken f
Remus Lupin's SecretWarning! For those of you who haven't read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and still wish to do so, turn back now. You have been warned!Remus Lupin's Secret7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Remus Lupin shot a look at his prefect partner, Lily Evans. So hows friendship with James working out? Remus asked her as they walked down the hallway to the Gryffindor Tower.
Better than I thought it was going to be, Lily told him.
Um, Lily, Remus replied. Theres one thing you should know. I dont if itll enhance your feelings for James or not.
Lily stopped and looked at Remus. What are you talking about, Remus? Lily said.
Remus looked around to make sure there wasnt anyone around especially Peeves. What I tell you must stay between me, you, James, Sirius, and Peter, do you understand? Remus asked her.
Lily nodded. Yes, I do, Lily said. What is it Remus?
Remus narrowed his eyes. Im a werewolf, he s
CashieringCashieringCashiering2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
First it was a fat man. He gasped as he reached the checkout lane, and each item he placed on the conveyor belt appeared to require Herculean effort to lift. The cashier completed the exchange with a smile and sent the gargantua on his merry way.
Next was a penitent woman. Without provocation, she confessed all of her shopping sins. The cashier faked a laugh, absolved her of her crimes, and showed her where to sign.
The following customer decided he didn’t want his milk anymore and gave it to the cashier. The cashier held back a sigh, knowing that the 2% fat delight had to be thrown away.
More people came in great abundance. The lone cashier tried to get help, but alas, the store hired only the bare minimum necessary to run the establishment. Forcing a bright smile into existence, the cashier continued the mercantile struggle.
One apologetic man paid in loose change. An old lady wrote a check as slow as humanly possible. A child made a large mess and threw a magnificen
The Chamber of Secrets ch. 4I stood by the gaping hole in the floor of the bathroom. Chantelle was beside me, gripping my hand tightly. I turned to her. "This is it," I whispered. She was crying again, so I hugged her, embracing her for what might be the last time. I stepped back and kissed her forehead, her nose then her mouth. Then I pulled back and stood on my toes on the edge of the hole. I gently let go of her hand, and grinned in sudden triumph.The Chamber of Secrets ch. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Goodbye, Vaith." I heard her murmur, and I stepped out into darkness.
The air rushed past me as I slid down the rubbed-smooth tunnel. I remembered standing in front of the sink that Myrtle had pointed to. I remembered scratching a little snake beside the tap and then stepping back to observe the bigger picture. I started hissing in my pathetic Parseltongue, Myrtle telling me every so often to change my various attempts to try and sound like the one she had heard. And fin
Chamber of Secrets Ch. 3I ran to the base of the west tower, looking for the people in Ravenclaw. I saw a boy, Stevie Ash I think he was called, and ran over to him, grabbing his shoulder. He whirled round and immediately covered his face. "Don't hit me!" he cried. I rolled my eyes and hit him across the head.Chamber of Secrets Ch. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That's for thinking I would hit you." I snarled, not loosening my grip. "Anyway," I continued as he whimpered "I need you to find Chantelle Burbage and tell her to meet me in the second floor corridor." He nodded and I let go of his robes. He better do as I told him or his toast, I though. I started walking back to the second floor and I saw two red-heads walking by, arm in arm. Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett, I think they were called, both in Gryffindor, and prime targets for hair taunts. But I let them be, I had to get to the second floor to meet Chantelle.
I got there before Chantelle and wa
The Chamber of Secrets Ch. 2My teachers, parents and sister had always told me I follow my gut. I always aced the multiple choice questions on tests and exams, and I ruled scissor, paper, rock. My sister could never stand to be in the same room as me, because I would taunt her about being in the stupid house.The Chamber of Secrets Ch. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My sister is in Hufflepuff, whilst I am in Slytherin, and both my parents in Ravenclaw, so I mocked her about being soft, being stupid. She tried to curse me once, but it was an easily deflected children's hex. Like I said, I was smart.
Anyway, my gut was definitely telling me the Basilisk was the monster. My stomach was lurching every time I thought of the Chamber, or anything related. A secret or death or a great dirty snake
The hogwarts rulesI solemly swear that:The hogwarts rules6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I will not tell voldemort to go to his `happy place`.
I will not play fetch with lupin.
I will not invite snape to tea parties.
I will not tell the divination teachers that my tea leaves are swearing at me.
I will not under any circumstances allow Peeves to know the password into Dumbledore's office and offer him points for each object he destroys.
I will not send Voldemort flowers, no matter how tempting it actually is.
I will not grow marijuana in herbology. Not after last time...
I will not take out a life insurance policy on Harry Potter
I will not ask Hagrid what a jackalope is.
I will not add Magic mushrooms to every potion I make.
I will not attempt to carve my initials into the whomping willow.
I will not scream "Voldemort!" just to get out of potions class.
I will not point to the dark mark and shout, "To the batmobile, robin!"
I will not hand out Harry Potter books to the first years.
I will not tell the house elves to tell santa I said hi.
I will not gi
Dear Lily,All my life,Dear Lily,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did it for you.
Most can lead a normal one,
But I lead two.
A blur sometimes,
where my loyalties lied.
But every night I dream,
remember the night you died.
"If you truly loved her,
then your way forward is clear."
But I was lost in the darkness,
only wanting you, my dear.
My leader, my enemy,
needs me no more.
So he left me to die,
bleeding on the floor.
And now, my darling,
My time here is finally done.
I leave the fate to this world,
in the hands of your son.
"Look at me," I whisper,
And then I drop my hand.
I close my eyes,
And move on to a better land.
And now we're here,
face to face, once again.
My love for you,
no longer a sin.
They welcome me too,
unlike back in the day.
I'm finally accepted.
I think I shall stay.
Crowley, The King of SexyCrowley, The King of Sexy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't like him. I can't like him. I won't like him. Him and his stupid voice and his stupid eyes.....uhg.
How can you like someone who's locked you up, god knows where, strapped you to a table, so that he can torture and get information, you don't even know out of you? He fortunately hasn't really done anything yet, he's been busy doing you don't wanna know what. But every time the bastard comes in your heart flutters betraying you.
Oh shit he's coming. This time it won't matter what he does. It won't matter if he talks with that accent, or if he looks at you with those deep dark eyes. It won't matter.
"Hello darling." Dammit.
"How is my favorite "patient"?". He says with a smirk. "Oh you know the bed is fine, the service is terrible." you reply sarcastically. He chuckles softly. "There you go, keep that humor. It'll get you through this."
The words he was saying were so horrible, but said so silkily. The song "I Hate Everythin
The Monster Under the BedWhere do I see myself in five years?The Monster Under the Bed6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That's a very difficult question to answer, Mrs. Park. How many people truly know where they'll be in that time? More importantly, how many teenagers know? But I suppose that in able to look toward the future one must first understand the past.
My father was killed in a car accident when I was nine. Mom was a wreck after that, and we went to stay with her brother for a while. I cant imagine how hard it must have been for her, losing the man she loved and suddenly having to work again after being a housewife for so long... I know I barely made it through fourth grade.
Do you believe in monsters, Mrs. Park?
You probably don't. Most people don't believe in them anymore. After all, monsters are only supposed to exist in stories and the movies, in the minds of children and the insane. Even most children don't believe in them after a few years of being constantly reassured by Mommy and Daddy that there's nothing to be afraid of, that the monsters ar
Hogwarts Rules2101. If someone's House Badge is green and mine is purple, it means they are in Slytherin House. It does not mean "The Sorting Hat thinks they're dumber than me."Hogwarts Rules24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
102. Using the Engorgio charm on certain parts of the human anatomy is not permitted on the school grounds, not even for entertainment purposes.
103. Professor Snape does not enjoy being called "Snookums".
104. -Neither does he respond favorably to "Sev", "Snapey-Poo" or "Debbie".
105. First years are not to be fed to Fluffy.
106. Hagrid does not have relationships with magical creatures, and I should stop implying that he does.
107. I am not authorised to sell incriminating pictures of the faculty to students.
108. Giving the same pictures out free of charge is also frowned upon.
109. Dumbledore is not Santa, he does not wish for me to sit on his knee and demand presents, especially not in June.
110. House Elf stew is not on the Hogwarts menu, neither is Niffler Curry, so I should stop asking.
111. A wand is for magic only;
Cicero Tribute: Madness is MerryMadness is merryCicero Tribute: Madness is Merry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The merry man's fight
To hold on to sanity
Lost in the night
The silence so empty
Held smothering tight
Even blind eyes could see
There's no end in sight
His family gone
When things had felt right
Hunted and burned
In flames so bright
Their acceptance a memory
Seeming so faint
When consumed by the jester
Who's laughter did taint
No one to hold him
No one who speaks
No one to tell him
The words that he seeks
Praying for a whisper
To end his heart's strife
The echoing laughter
Creeps into his life
JohnLockTitel: JohnLockJohnLock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Genre: romance i guess?
Author's note: this is 100% fictional
'John, have you seen my phone?' Sherlock asked me. I looked up and frowned.
'Why?' I asked. He never used his phone.
'Because I need it' He said while throwing stuff everywhere and making a mess of the apartement. I sighed.
'It's on the table' I said. He threw everything off the table and found his phone by hearing a soft tud when it landed on the floor. He picked it up and started tapping away. It looked like he was doing something hard, because he had a kind of pained expression on his face. I thought about what he could be doing, but decided to shrug it off and continued to read the paper. I was just about to read something about drunken driving or something, when my phone bleeped, saying I got a text. I picked it up from the little table and saw it was from Sherlock. I frowned and looked at him. He was staring at his feet. Weird, I thought. I opened it.
'Hey John, I think I may kind
Sick Nikki Sixx x Tommy LeeHe was sick again, for the second time that month. Tommy hated how he never got sick, but when he did, it hit him like a ton of bricks. It was that time of year when everyone got sick for a while, got better, then went on with life.Sick Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sweat dripping off his body stained the sheets and his fever just wouldnt let down. His stomach ached so much that if he even so much as looked at food hed vomit, and his vision was so blurry from the sweat getting into his eyes that he was bed ridden.
There was nothing more Tommy wanted then to be able to go to the washroom on his own. It wasnt a good feeling knowing you had to rely on someone else, even if you loved and trusted them with all your heart. Tommy didnt like doing this to Nikki, when his lover could be doing other things.
Ive got your soup. Nikki said, carrying the bowl in on a tray.
Tommys body was facing the opposite direction. Tommy didnt want to roll over, he was happy just laying t
Broomsticks and Trees"Do you see that one there?"Broomsticks and Trees4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That one. The one that looks like a broomstick."
"What? That does not look like a broomstick in the slightest, Ron."
"Of course it does!"
"No, looks more like a tree to me."
"No no no, clearly it's a broomstick. Since when are trees triangular at the top?"
"Since I said so."
Ron laughed heartily and rolled on his side to gaze at Hermione.
She was laughing too; her face as bright as the sun that was shining on it. She was stretched out on the grass, her entire body relaxed, soaking up the wonderful summer weather. The breeze travelled up to the top of the hill on which they were reclining. It ruffled her dress and tossed her hair about her face. But she didn't bother trying to fix it: she knew she was fighting a losing battle trying to tame that hair of hers.
Even so, Ron tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear in a romantic gesture. It promptly rebelled, popping right back up to dance across Hermione's forehead. She giggled at Ron's attempt at cut
Aloneshe doesn't trust a single guy that she meetsAlone7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
her life is a pattern- cut, bleed, repeat
at night, demons watch her like a bird stalks its prey
she's blind but doesn't know it- she won't find the way
her parents try to help her, but she doesn't want it
they taught her about God, but now He's all but forgotten
she cries out to the night, why am I so alone?
but all that she hears are the crickets' steady drones
give me one more chance to find myself
maybe I could find you, too
rip your heart out, toss it away
now what are you to do?
your soul's been shattered a thousand times
all you want to do is bleed and moan
even in a vast crowd of people around you
you can't deny- you're alone
he sets the stage up for another lonely night
he can't win the war- he refuses to fight
his soul's cold as ice- negative a hundred degrees
he looks to the light, but pitch black is all he sees
his friends try to help him, he just brushes them off
he's as weak as a newborn, but can't help but look tough
Sesshoumaru OmorashiSesshoumaru Omorashi3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a demon, Sesshoumaru did not have the many weaknesses of humanity. He only required rest every few months, he only needed sustenance once a year, and the act of relieving himself could often be put off for far longer, since thirst was a foreign concept to him.
It may surprise you to know this, but the Prince of the Western Lands has never relieved himself the wilderness, despite his near constant traveling. Such an act would be shameful to his upbringing, and therefore whenever he felt an urge he could not ignore, he made his way back to his palace, no matter the distance. Not once had he ever let his needs take priority over more important tasks; he would simply change course to his palace if he was able. If not he held it.
He was a full-blooded demon lord, after all. He would never let such a thing as a need to urinate dictate his actions.
Lord Sesshoumaru had been feeling a clear urge for the past week now, however Naraku's scent had been unusually strong as of late, and as he fo
The Chamber of Secrets Ch. 1I first heard about the Chamber of Secrets in my third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We were in History of Magic class, when I, intrigued by the small story in Hogwarts: A History, asked Professor Binns about it. My classmates weren't as curious about it as I was, though those who had read Hogwarts: A History looked up at the professor, sat up straighter and were suddenly listening intently.The Chamber of Secrets Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Professor Binns peered at me through his glasses "And you are ?" he wheezed.
"Vaith, sir. Vaith Hester." I answered, tugging my robes a little straighter. The sorting hat had sorted me into Slytherin House three years ago and I was now very familiar with the schools many secret passageways and doors, but my life's ambition was, from then on out, to find the Chamber of Secrets.