HP:George Nothing is alrightAs long as I can remember, we were never apart. It was like we weren't separate people, always Fred and George, the twins. We got sick at the same time. It was always us, everything the same. So how are you supposed to act when someone like that, someone who has been by your side your whole life, is suddenly torn away from you?HP:George Nothing is alright6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You always think how hard it will be when your parents die, but your best friend, brother, twin?
Months have passed since the great battle. Memorials have been built, celebrating the dead, the fighters, the heroes. Everywhere I went, I saw his name, heard his name. People looked at me in the streets. I could see it in their eyes: the pity.
But I didn't want their bloody pity.
I just wanted my brother back.
People told me it would get better. Maybe it did, a little. But for me, it was unnoticeable. It still hurt as much as when I first saw Fred lying on the ground, smiling. How ironic: he died smiling, and now I could hardly even force myself to smile.
The Origin of Flynn RiderEugene sat on his rickety old bed, as his fiancée, Princess Rapunzel, searched through his old things.The Origin of Flynn Rider4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is really where you grew up?" she asked him.
"Yep, this is the place. St. Claire's Home For Children," he replied, looking around his former home. He gave a sad sigh, remembering how lonely he'd been ever since his parents died.
Rapunzel found an old leather-bound book, engraved with the words The Adventures of Flynnagan Rider: 101 Short Stories. She held it up. "Eugene?"
"Isn't this the book you used to read to the younger kids? The one that basically created Flynn Rider?"
"Oh, hey, yeah! It is!" he laughed, taking it from her.
"Read to me?" she asked sweetly.
He laughed, and opened up the book. "Okay. The Adventures of Flynnagan Rider "
Eugene Fitzherbert, age 8, flipped through his favorite book: The Adventures of Flynnagan Rider. It was the one thing in his room that survived the fire. He sighed wistfully at the illustrations of the handsome young man,
Couch - A Drarry TaleHermione broke the couch.Couch - A Drarry Tale4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She hadn't meant to, of course, but it was what it was and what it was was that Hermione, 8 months pregnant, was a big unit and that couch was almost as old and she was.
It had taken two cups of herbal tea and all the flattery in the world to stem the unbelievable flow of tears that ensued but when she was finally gone, the couch was still broken.
Harry and Draco stood staring at it with a curious undertone of sadness.
"This is weird..." Harry finally murmured, "It's weird, right?"
Draco paused, "Well, we've had it since we moved in. We christened it that first night."
Harry smirked at the memory, "There was nothing holy about what we did on that couch."
Draco scoffed his agreement.
"We can just repair it." he suggested, flourishing his wand lazily.
Harry thought about it.
"I dunno. Maybe we could do with a new couch?"
Draco sighed, "Oh Merlin, this isn't going to turn into another one of your crusades for furniture that matches the apartment, is it?"
Photobooks .:Frerard:Oneshot:."Frank? Where are you, honey?" Gerard's honey-sweet voice echoed through the mid-sized home he shared with his husband. A husband he was have a difficult time tracking down at that moment. "Frank, seriously! Where did you go?" Gerard called, feeling stumped as to where to look.Photobooks .:Frerard:Oneshot:.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, an idea struck him and he quickly walked to their pull-down staircase. He tugged on the cord and swiftly climbed the stairway into the messy room. A small smile hit his lips when he saw where his husband was.
Frank sat with a photo album in his inked fingers, blissfully passing through memories as each picture brought them back. A serene smile played on Frank's lips as he giggled softly at a picture of Gerard when he played Peter Pan as a kid. And then the first tattoo he ever got. Then Gerard giving him a piggy-back ride home when he broke his ankle at the local park when they were teenagers. So many pictures filled that simple book and it filled Frank with a warm, familiar feeling, just like when he
Paint It Black - FRERARDGerard Way was finally home from work. Work was the one place he disliked the most, and he was glad it was Friday, as well as the end of his shift. He was just sticking his key in the door to his apartment when a voice got his attention.Paint It Black - FRERARD5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You've got a neighbor. Guy moved in next door to ya'.", said Gerard's old, generally pleasant, land-lord. Gerard looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. He hadn't had a neighbor there for months since some ancient old hag with fifty cats got evicted.
"Really? Well...when did he move in?", he asked back curiously. He wasn't really pleased to have been told this, expecting the worst, but he wasn't disappointed, either. He was more interested than anything.
The land-lord shrugged indifferently, "Today. Decent guy, 'spose."
With that, he left Gerard alone in the hallway, disappearing down the flight of stairs. Gerard bit his chapped lip and unlocked the door. He was immediately at ease across the threshold of his home and he dropped his coat on the hook near
Dez' GirlfriendDez’s GirlfriendDez' Girlfriend3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day like any other day in Miami, the sun was shining, people hanging out at the mall, on the boardwalk or at the beach, and Dez about to order his usual lunch at Mini’s. As he was waiting in line he had the feeling that someone was sneaking up behind him. As he turned around, he shrieked upon the face that came into his view. It was Mindy, the big husky short tempered girl who has a massive crush on him but cannot seem to take a hint. All Dez could think about at that moment was ‘Why? Out of all the guys in the world, why does Mindy have to have a crush on me?’
While wishing he was invisible, Mindy says to him in her sweet yet annoying voice
Mindy: Hey Dezy cakes, ready for our date tonight?
Dez: D-date? T-tonight? Yeah, I don’t remember making any plans for a date tonight Mindy,
Mindy: Maybe I didn’t make myself clear...
Then Mindy grabs the collar of Dez’s shirt and yanks him closer to her.
Mindy: YOU ARE TAKING ME O
It MattersTaking things for granted and being lost in the wildernessIt Matters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freedom to do everything in any form possible
Freedom to say everything that hits the tongue
Freedom to satisfy the soul and the body
Taking things for granted and not understanding
We can do anything that our souls desire
Let's watch with lustful eyes and love with envious hearts
Let's say words that tear down souls and have tongues that is stained in mud
Taking things for granted and not understanding
The order of things is perfect the way they are
But then the soul aches and screams
Why isn't everything the way it's supposed to be?
It matters to the one in the most high
It matters to the creator of every bird and tree
It matters to the voice louder than thunder
It matters to the one who shines brighter than the sun
It matters to the one who brought you to life
It matters to the one that shines brighter in the halls of your heart
It matters to the one that can flood your heart with His love
It matters to the one that loves yo
The PassageHer heavy footsteps echoThe Passage1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As she runs through the halls,
Her heart racing with fear
As shadows cover the walls.
In panic she screams,
But there's nobody to hear her.
The walls are closing in
And the spirits draw nearer.
Farther down she goes,
Her hands all dark and muddy,
Until she reaches the last room,
The door all black and bloody.
Inside she trips, giving up,
As tears fall down her face.
This is where she meets her end,
In this damp and dreary place.
Then suddenly, she remembers,
And makes her last attempt
To find the inner passage,
Her body tired and unkempt.
Soon she finds it, just in time,
A small corridor behind the shelf,
And in she crawls, cautiously,
Desperately trying to save herself.
The spirits wail outside the door,
Unsure of where she went.
And shivering, she traveled on,
Ignoring the sounds of torment.
Soon she came to a little door
That led her to the yard,
And out she was, and running,
Breathing quick and hard.
The spirits cried and grabbed,
But now she was out
Too ColdI will bleed,Too Cold1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I won't feel.
I will look,
but I won't see.
I will know,
but I won't care.
Because I've gotten cold.
Too cold to hold
anything as warm as you
without melting in your arms.
Too cold to feel my heart
beat against its frigid prison.
Too cold to feel my breath
writhe its way out of my mouth
Too cold to feel your fingers
stroking the back of my neck.
Too cold to feel you
Too cold to feel.
the misanthropehate was thankful to stretch his legs,the misanthrope1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
having been stuck in your reflection for so long.
The Darkest December:Chapter 1 (JackFrostxReader)The Darkest December:Chapter 1 (JackFrostxReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The demon soars in the shadows of the charcoal sky. Her crimson eyes dart back and forth, striving not to lose the Fearling in the sinister midnight. Bloodstained wings effortlessly slit the brisk fog, stealing November's final breath. The pursuit continues beneath the vigilant moonlight as the frigid breeze fortifies. Suddenly, the Fearling swiftly dives into the woods below. She abruptly descends, emerging herself into the forest of silhouettes. She maneuvers through the trees as if she had done it a hundred times, though the territory is alien to her.
Left. Right. Right. Up. Left. Right. Down. Left. Mind numb from routine flight, she trifles with her luck and bolts closer to the shadow. Her wings flutter rapidly, tolerating a few inferior nicks and cuts from twigs and leaves. She follows the creature for a few more minutes until it approaches a desolate vicinity imprisoned by towering timbers. The Fearling slips into a dark hole in the ground. The demon's w
Hearts On Fire (Hiccup X Reader)(Sorry guys, for the story to work the way I want, you have to look like Astrid. Other things will still be your choice.)Hearts On Fire (Hiccup X Reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You carefully stepped off the boat looking around. You hadn't seen this place in years. You hadn't seen these PEOPLE in years. You'd always refused to come back when your grandparents came to visit for Snoggletog, but that was because you knew you were old enough to live alone for a couple weeks. It wasn't hard to toss a few logs on the fire or catch a few fish. Plus, you had skills with a sword or axe. You could feed yourself and tend to the house alone and no one in your village ever questioned that. Still, you had to admit that you missed your sister. You two were inseparable when you were very young, but after your parents had opted to send you to live with your grandparents, you had drifted apart. You didn't even visit each other. Most of the kids in the village had never known you even existed.
As you started to wander through town you heard someone yelling as
RotG Half Blood: Chapter OneFan Fiction 2: RotG: Half Blood Fanfiction Jack Frost/ReaderRotG Half Blood: Chapter One3 years ago in Romance More Like This
(h/c): hair color
(h/l): hair length
(e/c): eye color
Chapter 1: Always Believed
‘Winter’s open wings,
Frozen and soft feathers,
Fly across the sky.’ – A. C. Craft
You wake up to your cell phone vibrating on your nightstand. It was your new friend Tara she texted you saying ‘it’s Christmas Holidays 8D, and it snowed last night... .’
You hop out of your bed and cheer, “YAY! Christmas Vacation.” You rush getting on a tanktop and a pair of shorts. In your house it is a tradition that at the first snowfall/snow day you run outside and dive into the snow with summer clothes on. You open your door and your 9 year old twin half brothers Seth and Taren were ready to do the same thing. They smile mischievously and run down the three flights of stairs. You sat on the railing and slid down the stairs pas
One winter's night (Jack Frost x Reader) Chapter 1(name) = your first nameOne winter's night (Jack Frost x Reader) Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(L/name) = your last name
(b/f name) = best friends name
(h/c) = hair colour
You lived in a place where it never snowed; it's never cold enough for snow. You remember going on a trip to the mountains down south where it did snow. You had been six years old and you loved it, never wanting to leave. You had played with an older boy but your mother and father didn't see him. His name was Jack and he had told you that they couldn't see him because of magic. That was the only time you have seen Jack, even when you took trips to the mountains with your friends. Over the years you lost faith in the magic that he had talked about, and you lost faith in him. You wrote him off as an imaginary friend from your childhood. You're now eighteen and have no interest in the snow anymore, you're glad it doesn't get cold enough where you live; you hate the cold. But one winter's day can change everything.
"(Name)! Your friend's here!" Your mom yells down the hallway.
The Beauties of Winter-ch. 1 (Jack Frost X Reader)Your foot tapes the floor of your English classroom anxiously. Class hasn’t even started and you want to leave. Like, right NOW you want to leave. The suspense is killing you! Whirlpools of emotions swim throughout your mind, clouding your eyes. You keep looking out the enormous panned windows, smiling and giggling, quietly. You’ve been waiting for this day for months, counting down the days on your calendar. The day when the first snowflakes start to fall in your hometown!The Beauties of Winter-ch. 1 (Jack Frost X Reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A wide smile spreads across your face and you giggle more. You just can’t help it! Snow! The first snowfall is coming! Ever since you were small, you’ve always loved the wonderful winter weather. Many people have often wondered why, though. They tell you, “It’s too cold,” “There are tons of blizzards,” “Many sicknesses start coming through,” etc. etc. etc. But you’ve never listened to them; you always loved the cold weather; the way the wind whi
Beauty and the Beast- Part 1Pitch Black x Reader - fanfictionBeauty and the Beast- Part 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It is good to get out," you said to yourself, while walking through the forest.
You always wanted to check the forest out, which was not far from your home, but you never got a chance to do it though; Today you are taking the chance to explore it, hoping that you will find something new or different, you also wanted to check it out before winter started; You knew winter was close because you could feel it getting colder every day, soon enough, it will start to snow.
The upside of living alone is that when you go out and take all the time in the world, and no one will make a fuss about it.
Soon enough, you came to a small clearing; which was perfect for what you wanted to do next... You put in your headphones and started dancing rhythimaticly to your music; You danced often at home, but you always wanted to try doing it out in the open, without anyone seeing you. You were not a bad dancer; A natural if you do say so yourself, and there wa
Jack Frost x Reader The sound of a piano resounded beautifully, each note hit right, throughout the small room. The piano’s beautiful sound traveled out the cracked window, and into the town of Burgess, Pennsylvania. The 17 year old girl playing the piano stopped, got up, and gathered her music.Jack Frost x Reader2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Alright, (Y/N), I think that’ll end our lessons for today.” Mrs. Albright said, pulling strands of silver hair out of her wrinkled face. Mrs. Albright was an elderly woman who always wears sweaters and skirts, and she has also been (Y/N)’s piano teacher of 10 years.
(Y/N), having gathered all her music into her school bag, walked over to the door.
“Thank you for the lesson,” (Y/N) said, putting a (color) knit hat over her (hair style), (h length), (h color) hair. (Y/N) then grabbed her (color) snow jacket and threw it on.
“Remember, we won’t have lessons for a whole two weeks, so please, practice some over your holiday. And have a M
Jack Frost X Reader Chapter 1 Black OblivionJack Frost X Reader Chapter 1 Black Oblivion1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Run! Run!!” Your parents yell at you, but your legs won’t move.
A wanted murderer was pointing a gun at your parent’s heads.
“Run!!!” Your parents yell frantically.
Your brain finally decided to work properly and you run to your younger brother’s room.
“(B/n) wake up. Come on (b/n) we have to leave!” you tell him.
Your brother wakes up looking really sleepy. So you pick him up and run downstairs. On your way out the door you grab your cell phone and your brother’s coat. You hastily put (b/n)’s coat on him and then continue running. When you were about a mile away from your home you heard two gun shots. Tears were streaming down your face, but you kept running.
You didn't know how long you’d been running through the forest, but you knew that the murderer was following you. That’s when you found a frozen lake. Your brother was awake now so you set him down he ran towards the wo
I Dream of Nightmares: Pitch Black x ReaderI Dream of Nightmares: Pitch Black x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It’s raining. It had rained all day. It’s a dark night. But it always is. Curled in a fetal position, you hug your knees and stare into the dark, sighing. You just can’t fall asleep. Turning on your back, you look at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the shapes in the shadows, trying to find something to dream about. Your eyes are quickly becoming accustomed to the darkness though. Groaning at the failing plan you flip onto your stomach, thrusting your face into the pillow. Then, an idea, images of a man flash through your mind. You don’t know who he is, but lately you haven’t been able to stop thinking of him. He is tall, lean, and his hair is spiked, the details becoming clearer as you sink further into the dream. Slowly, you drift off to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, a trail of gold sand slips into your room, making for you. It begins to spin above your head, indistinct human profiles forming and un-forming as it tries to make sense of the man in your h
Jack FrostxReader YDHTSTB pt. 1Jack FrostxReader YDHTSTB pt. 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"SNOWWWWWW!!!!!" a young girl who looked around 7 exclaimed; she was in a fluffy (f/c) coat that made her look like (f/c) marshmallow. She has pink barbie gloves and snow boots; she has a powerpuff scarf snuggled tightly into her neck. She ran (wobbled) outside into the snow and as soon as she stepped outside she face planted into the snow.She giggled and laughed as she rolled over and made a snow angel. She didn't realize a young man with snow white hair,cold pale skin with piercing blue eyes wearing a blue hoodie that had frost on the tips who was also barefooted and carried a staff. He chuckled as he watched the little girl,smiling a bit and sighed as he castes frost over a few houses. The girl was looking up at him in awe, he chuckled "she probably saw a bird or something.." he sighed sadly and g
Jack Frost X Reader One Shot! The Best MedicineJack Frost X Reader One Shot! The Best Medicine6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
" Why do I have to be different from others?.." You asked yourself while walking in a park alone as it's quiet and empty... Just like how you feel tonight.
It's the season of late fall, all the leaves have already fallen and spread every where on the ground, and the air seems to get chiller every time you get farther away from your home. Luckily you're wearing your favorite color sweater that's zipped up, and the home made, baby blue gloves made by your little sister for you. Your gloves had white snowflakes with many different shapes on them, as they seem to be caught in the moment when falling from the sky. They may not match to your jacket, but you didn't mind, since they were made by your kindhearted sister.
You feel a little tired from walking for like almost half an hour or so. In your vision you see a bench up ahead, not too far, but close. When walking up to it, you place your hand on the metal arm, and lead yourself to sit down before pulling your hand back to place
Jack FrostXreader Loneliness is a burdenJack FrostXreader Loneliness is a burden1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: Mention of cutting. That is all.
I sat there, perched on a nearby tree, looking through the small, frosted window, that I knew all to well. I had visited that window everyday for the past three days, only to see the same thing, a girl. Her (Eye Color) filled with tears, as she clutched onto a small, blue pillow, letting the tears stream down her face. My heart ached, all that I wanted was to rush in there, and hold her in my arms, whispering to her that everything would be alright. I don't know why she was crying, and I don't even know her name, I just wanted to make her feel better. I knew she wouldn't see me, she is a teenager, most children don't believe in me, let alone a teenager. I sighed, as I stood up, to let the wind take me home, well if you call a frozen lake, a home.
"Wind take me home." I whispered, and jumped off the branch, the wind caught me, and soon I was gliding, carelessly in the sky. I landed with a soft thud on the
Fear Can Be Fun (Jack FrostXReader)Chapter OneFear Can Be Fun (Jack FrostXReader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jack breathed in the cool crisp air of his beautiful winter.
“You can’t get that clean of air in spring, can you Bunny?” He mocked to himself. Grabbing his staff, he jumped into the air and flew off to Burgess. When he got there, he saw Jamie and his friends having a snowball fight. Smiling, Jack made a coupe snowballs and joined in.
“Jack! You’re here!” Jamie said just before getting pelted in the side of his head with a snowball.
“You’re out!” One of his friends called. Jamie shrugged and stood of to the side while the rest continued the game.
“Oh course, I said I’d come back today.” Jack smiled at him and ducked to avoid a snowball, “Now come on, I think I know how we can get you back in.”
Little did Jack know that as he played with the group of kids, Pitch stood back and watched with a grimace on his face. It wasn’t long after the Guardians had defeated him but he wasn’
Jack Frost x Reader Prologue.July 24th, 1994.Jack Frost x Reader Prologue.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“(Name)... I’m scared...” said 7-year-old Ryan, my younger brother. I could feel him shake in my arms as he whimpered. I didn’t tell him it would be okay. I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him mom and dad would be back soon. I couldn’t tell him Spider-Man would climb in and save us. I couldn’t tell him everything would be okay. All I could do was hold him a little tighter and kiss his head every now and again.
I’m sure you’re wondering what the hell is happening.
Let me start out by saying Ryan and I were locked in my bedroom closet, while a horrifying man walked around our house, looking through our things, making himself feel at home, waiting for us. He was waiting for us to come out so he could us. The thought chilled me to the bone. I won’t lie, I’m absolutely terrified. I felt like a little girl who was just recently abandoned, not a grown 18-year-old girl. But I needed to be brave for Ryan. He need