DP: The Mind of a Hero, Ch. 1The Mind of a HeroDP: The Mind of a Hero, Ch. 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
by Tavalya Ra
Summary: Vlad is determined to convince Danny to accept him as his father and assume a role as his protégé. Yet tampering with the younger hybrids mind to achieve this triggers a reaction more extreme than Vlad ever intended, causing an incident that permanently alters their relationship and leaves both Danny and Vlad emotionally scarred. Seven years later, Danny learns the full consequences of a mindless act for which he can never forgive himself. AU - Season Three never happened.
Rating: R, primarily for violence, but also for rape
Warnings: rape, violence, slash, MPreg, melted Dani (is that a woe or a yay?), and angst. Spoilers for everything, especially the Vlad episodes and "The Ultimate Enemy."
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman, who would probably vomit into a bucket if he knew this story existed, and by Viacom. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: This story
Love That's MoreRai burst into the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend, waving around a paper that was clutched tightly in his hand. "Mizu! Mizu Mizu Mizu Mizu!!" he called excitedly. Mizu looked up from the desk that was settled against one wall; she was doing some homework when Rai had decided to come in. "Yes, Rai?" she asked, sighing. He was always so excitable and hyper, it was almost exhausting at times. But he always made her smile. "LOOK!" he exclaimed, rushing over and thrusting the paper in her face. Mizu blink and carefully pried the wrinkled paper from his hands.Love That's More4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's that test you were stressing about, right?" she asked, trying to smooth it out so she could read it. "Yes." Rai breathed out, trying to catch his breath. "It is. And look! Look at the corner, right up there!" He tapped the corner of the paper energetically and Mizu obliged, looking. " no way!" Right on the corner in black pen was the grade he'd gotten; 92. Rai bounced up and down excitedly. "Yes! Really! I got an A, M
HS: Introducing ApocalypseHS: Introducing Apocalypse4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your name is John.
John, John what? Egbert was the name you were given, but you can’t help but wonder if that was ever the right name. You were always out of place, even when a small boy. You remember days of hearing voices, days of a morbid fascination with death, DAYS of a concerned father convinced it was only a phase as you were pulled out of school after being harassed for what you claimed to be able to do and hear.
Years you were quieted telling not to speak of these things-- Speak so freely and you were a FREAK, tell the truth and you were a MONSTER-- and hushed by those people who should have been there. Supposedly friendless but never minding, your days were spent doing things that were considered morbid and not socially acceptable and not understanding why until discovering Pesterchum. You found them then. You found the game. And NOW...
Now you were the only one left alive, standing on the battlefield that you and THEY created. Corpses line your path as you walked, soul
Fire and WaterShe lay next to him.Fire and Water9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She rested her head on his bare chest.
She let out a cool, icy breath and shut her eyes, listening to his heart beat in a soft pattern.
She wondered how she got there.
She wondered why she hadn't tried to escape.
She remembered and softly touched one, sensitive, purple-blue eye with a cool fingertip.
She lowered her hand back onto his chest.
Why did she not try to escape after that?
He abused her if she did.
He yelled at her if she did.
The old man said she was healing him.
Her eyes traveled up his bare chest to his calm face.
She could not be healing such a man.
He was too hard.
She was too brittle.
She was like porcelain; she could last for a long time, but she was easily breakable.
He stifled a sigh and pulled his head away from her peering eyes.
Her eyes softened.
She was slowly healing him.
Every shard that had been broken.
Every wound that had been made.
It was all being healed.
All being healed very slowly.
Slowly she rolled over, her back facing
Hades and Persephone-A Flower in the Darkest PlaceThe cold that he felt when he stepped out surprised him.Hades and Persephone-A Flower in the Darkest Place3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite his expressionless face, Hades was surprised at the sights around him. He walked through a white covered landscape, with bare trees that looked to be clawing against the slate grey sky. The wind was harsh, carrying cold white crystals of snow on the currents of air that brushed passed his solid, armour-clad, towering frame.
His cobalt blue eyes looked around for any life in this barren land. He didn't even see a plant or animal. However, he wasn't searching for those. He quickly walked forward, his cloak and hair sweeping behind him as he moved against the wind.
Hades had not been in the world above for years. He last walked the earth after the war with the titans, when he and his brothers were deciding who would rule which realm. He remembered that before he descended into the depths of the earth, he looked out at the sunset over the horizon, realising that he may never see the beauty that this world held ever again. Eve
By and ByBy and ByBy and By9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One by one the days march by
And all I can do is sit and observe
I feel powerless as I watch you try
To make sence of the absurd
"Danny? Are you okay?" I already know what your answer is going to be, just like I know it's going to be a lie. Still, I felt it was my duty to ask.
"Fine," Came the grunt, just as I expected. I bite my lip and turn away, pretending I didn't see the bruises lining your arm even as my stomach did flips.
Who was it last night? I wonder. Who kept you up to God knows what hour, fighting? Who put those bruises there?
I chatter on about nothing to try and distract myself from these thoughts, not to mention keeping other people from noting those physical signs of your burden. As proud as I feel, I've got to admit I'm scared for you.
Who's to say one day the ghosts won't get fed up and try and revolt against you or something? You can handle them one at a time, but what about all together? Would you win that fight? Would yo
+Doll - GL+She was the perfect doll.+Doll - GL+8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its soft cloth skin looked almost like porcelain, it was the perfect shade of marble white. A small mouth with painted red lips. Large, polished brown eyes that twinkled with recreated life. Long, brunette curls that tumbled down its the tiny shoulders. It was clothed in the simplest, but most pleasant, of clothes. It wore a white and navy blue stripped sweater with a navy blue jumper overtop. Its long legs were in black and light purple tights. And around its tiny neck was a rosary. Even the crucified Jesus on the tiny cross was detailed, right down to the curled fingers and the shaggy hair.
It was the perfect doll, for the perfect girl.
The little girl loved this doll more than anything in the world. From the moment she had untied the ribbon to her birthday gift and the sparkled paper wrapper fell from its protecting cocoon, she had adored it completely. Its false hair was so soft, tickling against her blushing skin. Its white body w
in the skyThe Anguish the painin the sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It all goes away
As i gaze up to the sky
It all just floats away no more anger
No longer sad
Just me as i am
In the sky i see
The things that floated away
I don't need them anymore
The sorrow is gone forever more.
Fly: Mias and Elle - Chapter 34Fly: Mias and Elle - Chapter 342 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Elle tried to force herself to sleep, but her mind was abuzz with the events of
the day. By all intents and purposes, Mias should be able to decline the betrothal by
loving her, and they could probably convince his father they were going to marry; then he
would still be in exile... But that all depended on whether or not what Thane said was
true. Maybe Elle just needed to take one for the team. If she played along and was
believable enough, they’d all be able to live normally.
That was, unless a different heir was named. Perhaps Mias would be able to take
her and Tovi, and maybe even Th
Nothing to See (Being Revised)I wouldn't have taken any notice if it hadn't been for the laughter. It wasn't merry or even cruel. It was the barbarous laughter of evil and vicious darkness and it chilled the marrow of my bones. Turning my head to look down the dim alley, I saw them: a semi-circle of four men focusing on their entertainment for the evening—namely, a fifth fellow and what I assumed was merely a cheap piece, some drugged up doxy earning a wage for her next fix.Nothing to See (Being Revised)4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh God, how I wish she had been a whore. Some pathetic moll who let herself be roughed up and down for a few bucks, but this was no whore. I wasn't innocent; I'd seen plenty of cocottes and the looks in their eyes that craved money or men or both and I'd witnessed the haunting desperation for something better, along with a resignation to what they had. This woman—so very young—this wasn't a two-bit cyprian, down on her luck, trying to make a dollar and feed a habit.
Bruises marred her
Pages Found in an Old Dungeon My name is Nicholas. I know by now people may have already forgotten about me, but I used to be addressed as "Father Christmas" and "Santa Claus" among many other names. I suppose that I might be merely dismissed as a myth nowadays. I daresay it has been hundreds of years since I last brought treasures to a kind soul. Ah, but I have lost track of the ages in this wretched oubliette. There is not even a tinge of sunlight to indicate the passage of day.Pages Found in an Old Dungeon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I cannot fathom how I could have possibly deserved such a fate. Everyday, my stomach burns of hunger, and yet I cannot die of starvation. Simply stated, I cannot die.
I never imagined that I would detest my existence. The year was 1717 and I was the happiest man in the world. As far as occupations came, mine was a most fortunate one. Riding a sleigh harnessed to flying reindeer and delivering happiness to children on the Nice List was a pu
PersephoneI fed herPersephone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
Lifrasir Wars : 01Lifrasir Wars : 014 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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"Camus said that the only true function of man, born into an absurd world, is to live, be aware of one's life, one's revolt, one's freedom. He said that if the only solution to the human dilemma is death, then we are on the wrong road. The right track is the one that leads to life, to sunlight. One cannot unceasingly suffer from the cold. [ ]The track he followed led into the sunlight in being that one devoted to making with our frail powers and our absurd material, something which had not existed in life until we made it." - William Faulkner on Albert Camus.
The Massacre at th
holding on, then letting goholding on, then letting go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holding on, then letting go
I'm holding on to
my best friends hand
dangling over fear and pain
they pull me to safety
with a smile on their face
I'm letting go of
the bad things that
have caused me so
much misery and pain
never looking back
I'm holding on to
the good things that
have happend throughout
my 16 years of life
I'm letting go of
the bad things that
I never want to think
of ever again, as they
only cause me much misery
Personal Demons“Do you even know what a demon is?”Personal Demons2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Archibald Feeney had never considered himself an overly religious man, but he attended church every now and then, and read the gospel if there wasn’t anything good on the telly, and even said his prayers if there was a lull in his bedtime preparations. It was, however, still a bit of a shock to him when he ran face to face with his religion.
He had popped into the local pub for a fish and chips, having been late from work and disinterested in cooking. There might even be a pint in it for him, though he tried not to succumb to those urges too regularly. No more so than the vicar anyway, who stopped in every Saturday, as regular as clockwork.
It was while Feeney was nursing his lager and waiting for his meal that something came in and sat beside him. It was tall and lithe, with reddish skin that was only beginning to show signs of peeling from a mild burn. It wore no clothes, but its bottom half was clearly quite goat-like. The brown
Emo Love StoryHe was sad, of course,Emo Love Story8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but so was she,
a seemingly perfect match.
Love (kind of) at first sight.
They were as happy as they could be.
He was her knight in black eyeliner,
She was his ebony rose.
They shopped at Hot Topic together.
Soon, though, they grew apart.
They weren't made to be happy.
She found another boy in tight pants,
and made her old boyfriend's eyeliner run.
He felt like this was the last pain he could endure,
like his heart had been ripped out through his nose,
and all that was left was a black abyss.
No feeling, not even the sadness that made him happy.
But his wounds scarred over slowly,
and he was more Emo than ever.
A Midnight WearyA Midnight WearyA Midnight Weary2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Amongst twinkling stars,
Much like a cricket's chorus;
Types his essay:
"Failure is red,
My parent's say;
An Asian get 'B'
Is shameful display!"
Define Depression."Define depression for me, will you?"Define Depression.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Well, not doing anything or having the motivation to, is one."
"You're just lazy."
"Okay, what about another one?"
"Staying inside all day and being anti-social?"
"And what did you shout at me for yesterday?"
"That's got nothing to do with it!"
"...Why did you stop me seeing her?"
"You know who, the shrink."
"...It was making you worse."
"Ah... And how was it making me worse?"
"Well, you were acting... You were arguing."
"Acting human, maybe? Showing my feelings?"
"Shut up and take the dogs out."
"...She suggested medication, you know."
"You'd rattle when you walk if you took all the meds."
"Yes, if I took all the meds the doctors suggest..."
"Glad you're finally seeing sense, son."
Who am IWho am IWho am I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth
The Mask and the Butterfly, Part OneThe Mask and the Butterfly, Part One4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Pairing: Lily Evans/Lucius Malfoy
AU Rated G
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling; I just play around in it for fun.
Two little girls, one blonde and one ginger, were tucked snugly into a trundle bed under a patchwork quilt. "Just one story, and then you must go to sleep," their father told them.
"The Angel of Music! Please, Papa!" the ginger girl said eagerly.
The blonde girl made a face. "I do not like that story."
"Petunia, you got to pick last night. Tonight, Lily gets the story that she wants." The gaunt, pale man sat on a bentwood rocker, pondering the story he was going to tell for a moment. "Every great musician and every great singer receives a visit from the Angel of Music once in his life. Sometimes, the Angel kisses a baby in its cradle. That is what happened to you, Lily. That is the reason why you could sing like a bird before you could talk."
"I wish I could see the Angel of Music," Lily sighed. Her sister's lips curled down
Black Rabbit - fourteenThe thing he remembered most about her was her long blonde locks of hair that draped down her back and sat propped upon her shoulders. The way it caught the rays of sunrise, glowing with an almost pink hue against the morning lights and long shadows. He could remember how much his father loved her hair and nearly cried when she had cut it to her shoulders, it used to be longer at one point- but those memories were fuzzy now. The recollection of his father twisting the ringlets of gold in his fingers as he held her in an embrace, whispering little sweet nothings into her ear before he’d go off to work and leave her with the baby.Black Rabbit - fourteen3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He could also remember her eyes vividly; he could never let those gems slip from his memory for they were also his eyes- light blues with a dark blue splotch circling the iris. They were like staring into a swirling pool of sky coloured acrylic paints; The way that they lit up once meeting her sweet little butterscotch haired baby who gree
It.How do you tell someone they've lost it?It.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That talent that they pride themselves on,
Or maybe you have to tell them they haven't got it.
That one thing they think they should focus on.
My friend wanted to be an actor for so long,
But how are you meant to say, "You can't act."?
My friend's talent for poetry is seemingly gone,
But how can I tell my good friend that?
It's not that they didn't once have the talent of course,
Or maybe they didn't, and were doomed from the first.
How can you tell someone that they just haven't got it?
And where did it go, once it had been lost?
Unicorns and RainbowsPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyUnicorns and Rainbows3 years ago in Romance More Like This
FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF--the extreme fluffiness of a previous fic made someone ask what I would do if I was given 'unicorns' and 'rainbow' as prompts.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
"Now, like I said, the young ones are not so averse to boys as adults, but watch yourselves," Professor Grubbly-Plank cautioned. "You don't want to do anything that might make Mother upset."
At the first glimpse of the unicorn foal, every girl in the class squealed in delight. As did Draco, before clapping a hand over his mouth. He noticed Lavender Brown looking at him funny. "I have a cramp," he said. "Too much Quidditch practice last night." He rubbed one hamstring to try to sell the story.
"But you didn't have pra--owie!" Crabbe whined. Draco had very pointy elbows, and he wasn't shy about using them.
The class took turns approaching the foal. When it was
Harry Potter and the City of Shadows, Part 1Harry Potter and the City of Shadows, Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Harry Potter (adult)/Abraxas Malfoy (via Time-turner, people!)
Rating: T--there will be some suggestiveness, but no explicitness.
Chapters will alternate between Harry's and Abraxas' point of view.
This is the same version of Abraxas that's in 'The Seekers,' 'The White Cliffs of Dover," and 'Be My Love Monkey.' He is from the head-canon of Yhu.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
Harry often felt a bit odd wearing his Auror uniform, as if he was really just a child playing dress-up. His fellow Aurors regarded him with some amusement; he had slain the Dark Lord, but he had trouble getting to work on time, keeping his Ministry-issue boots properly shined, and organizing the in-out baskets on his desk. He had imagined that an Auror's job was non-stop action, but in reality it was mostly paperwork, to Harry's despair.
He sat at his desk filling out a form in triplicate, with two quills that were 'slaved' to th