For Better or For Worse ch 1For Better or For Worse ch 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've decided to write a sorta goofy story. I guess you can say this is a spin off from Enceinte
Grabbing the apples on the tray, the country mare inspected the fruits intently which grew a smirk on the Wonderbolt's face. Although it was not the most romantic scene he had in mind, Soarin enjoyed his time with the orange pony. Not use to seeing her as dolled up as she was in the Grand Galloping Gala a few years ago, he appreciated her wholesome look. Her hat tipped slightly which had her push it back up. Soarin soon found himself face to face with two apples that she held out.
"Bruises," she announced, shaking her head, "Bruises all over these apples. What're they doin' with 'em? Playin' baseball and usin' them as balls?" Applejack looked down timidly and set her food down on the table. "My 'pologies. It's the inner farmer in me."
"No worries," Soarin assured, "Cafeteria food is never that good anyway."
"Gosh, Ah hope Rainbow's gonna be fine," Applejack said. The blue Pegasus had
To War, to WarTo War, to WarTo War, to War3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rainbow Dash slowly made her way amongst rows of dark tents in the Equestrian encampment. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a shade of dark crimson and covering the empty alley in sharp shadows. The only sounds reaching her ears were the crackling of campfires hidden from her view by the tents, no doubt surrounded by silent soldiers who had nothing more to converse about, and the clattering of the armor on her chest meeting her shoulder guards with every step forward. She had been invited by the Princess to attend a meeting of the commanding officers of the four armies in the joined camp. They were to discuss the plans for the coming weeks of the march southwards across the continent.
Dash was alone with her thoughts on her way to the hill in the center of the camp. How had it come to this? Each link in the chain of events leading up to this moment had made sense in its own right, and yet the chain as a whole surpassed her. They were joining other cou
A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Excuse me, Princess?"
"Just one moment!" Thunk. Somewhat dazed, Luna pulled her face away from the desk. "Come in!" she said, her horn and muzzle throbbing slightly.
Through the door trotted - oh, what a surprise! Yet another pony levitating a stack of papers about twice the size of the last. "Princess," he said, oblivious to the piercingly-annoyed glare in Luna's eyes, "The request to change the Equestrian national tree from the Holly Oak to the Bay Willow has been withdrawn, so the reinstatement paperwork needs to be filled out."
This late at night? "Alright," replied Luna, already readying her quill, "I think I can-"
"And," he interrupted, "The budget cuts for the School for Gifted Unicorns need to be finalized."
That again?! "Of course." Luna nodded, keeping her voice
.: Wars of the Roses :. Ch-1.: Wars of the Roses :. Ch-15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wars of the Roses
During the mid 1400s, Britain was underneath tremendous pressure to produce a new monarchy to rule the kingdom. This caused a power struggle to erupt between two leading families at the time, the House of Lancaster and the House of York. These two branches of the same family fought day and night for the throne in what is known as "The Wars of the Roses".
Now, 400 years later, in the British society known as "Victorian", where industrialism has taken its place among everyday life, the country is once more plunged into this age-old battle however this time, opposing other European powerhouses to the United Kingdom. The "roses" now belong to various prominent families who control specific parts of the world. These people will now fight for the right to rule the world.
The Red Rose
Arthur Kirkland sat reading his daily Victorian Times, resting comfortably against the red velvet chair in his study. Abstractly reachi
CB:russia admits his feelings.User: Prussia?CB:russia admits his feelings.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
User: Knew it! Go away!
Cleverbot: Why should I go away?
User: Becouse you ae probrably going to ask me to become one!
Cleverbot: No, but I am the prince of darkness.
User: Maple hocky!
Cleverbot: Who are you?
User: I'm canada.
Cleverbot: What's with your obsession with Canada?
User: B-but I am canada!
Cleverbot: You're an entire country?
Cleverbot: Do you love someone?
Cleverbot: Thanks .
User: Why do you ask if I love someone.
Cleverbot: Because I want to know.
User: Oh thats strange.
Cleverbot: What are you?
User: I am a nation.canada to be persise.
Cleverbot: I love Canada.
User: Russia you love me?
User: Oh I'm sorry but I love someone ealse.
User: No I love someone ealse.
Cleverbot: But... I love you!
User: Sorry but my heart belongs to...
Cleverbot: I'm going to cry.
User: I'm sorry russia!
Cleverbot: Marry me?
User: What? You want me to marry you?
Cleverbot: NO. I'm not wyatt, marry w
Unvoiced Apologies USUK--A/N: Those who got here AND haven't read the previous two stories, "Shattered Hopes" and "Wishes In A Bottle", turn back and read! Or you'll be confused. Very. Links are at the bottom of the page.Unvoiced Apologies USUK5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is pretty much a side story to the series. And pretty much concludes the series, I'll be spamming you guys no more with this sad series, don't worry. Set in the same time as "Wishes in A Bottle." And this story is in Arthur's point of view! Based on Sweetbox's song "Sorry", I picked up some (most) of the song lines.
Warning: Possible (major) OOC-ness, lameness. And ONESIDED USUK. (Sorry USUK fans. Angry fans: -pelts author with junk-)
This font is lyrics, this font is the story, this font is somewhat like musing, flashback or of-the-sort. You get the idea.
So let's get to it and I'll stop rambling, kay?
"...I want Matthew."
The Greatest PresentIf there was anytime Matthew loved to visit his sibling's country, it was Christmas time. Driving in the snow and ice was second-nature to the Canadian; even if it was still as unpleasant here as back home; but there was a tradition he looked forward to every year when the holiday season rolled around. He could already see families outside preparing, breaking out the ladders and standing in truck beds leaning precariously as they installed hooks and hammered in decorations. A little giggle of excitement escaped him. It was the one time of year he truly felt at ease, even with all the goings on of the world. The one time his brother's people begot their downturn and celebrated with fullest passion what they had.The Greatest Present4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He pulled into the driveway of the old colonial, admiring Alfred's handiwork. The home had been constructed and maintained entirely by Alfred's hand and while it had modernized throughout the years he could still see the old touches of the original design. He locked the car and
A Prince's best friend - 2A Prince's best friend - 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Prince's best friend
Chapter 2: In which Uther might not like all that he sees
It was when he started noticing the black feline constantly at his son's heels that Uther began growing suspicious.
It was no secret, at least not among the courtiers, that Arthur had taken no great liking to cats. Dogs were all right, and he where used to their presence especially during hunting, and horses was one of Arthur's loves, essential to him as warrior and prince. But since when had Arthur tolerated having a cat following him around everywhere all the time? Especially one so clumsy.
Uther wasn't by any means blind, especially not when that thing kept bumbling into people in the hallways, tying knots of the servants' legs, making courtiers trip and once almost jumbling the king himself when he was making his way to the great hall. (Which had made Arthur glare at the creature fiercely, protectively yet scolding; Uther could almost imagine his son saying "Watch where
A Prince's best friend - 10A Prince's best friend - 103 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Prince's best friend
Chapter 10: In which there's maybe the prologue of something greater
Merlin wouldn't be convinced. Never before had Arthur encountered such a stubborn soul: once the boy had decided do to something, he wasn't going to be deterred, so in the end the prince had agreed to let Percival be the one to accompany the servant when he went to see the knights, while Arthur would stay behind in his chambers and sulk (thought Merlin). Of course he wouldn't stay behind and never would he, prince of Camelot, do something as undignified as sulk; it just wasn't done. He did the only logical thing, which was follow at a safe distance, glancing around every corner and diving into alcoves to not be discovered.
The servant was thankfully very oblivious, but Percival kept looking over his shoulder, feeling they were being followed or watched. Maybe he should think of a diversion to get rid of him? Oh yes, brilliant plan, Arthur scolded himself, and let M
1. A MeetingI sprinted into the school building. I knew I was late and I couldn't believe it. If she was late again I'd get a detention, but what difference would that make to my mother? From the wind, some of the papers flew from the books in my arms. I whipped around and scrabbled them up into an unbalanced pile.1. A Meeting4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I turned around and was instantly knocked over by someone heading in the opposite direction. Books and papers flew everywhere.
"I'm so sorry; I didn't see you" Tim Drake looked up from his dropped books. I stared at him in surprise; he had just talked to me. Tim Drake was a very quiet, leave-me-alone kind of kid. It's not that people didn't like him, he just didn't socialize. We're talking about not initializing conversations, eating all by himself, and checking out/being absent/being tardy for no apparent reason. We all knew it had something to do with his guardian. Bruce
+APH+ History of US-CA Part 4 ▬1867▬+APH+ History of US-CA Part 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
APH: A History of Canada US relationships ---> PART 4
Rain was coming down hard on everyone and everything, the sky dark and heavy with storm clouds. The men trudged through knee-high mud, carrying supplies, armament as well as the injured. The battlefield was littered with fallen soldiers; the ground stained a sickening dark rouge, mixed with the sludgy soil. Fatigue was evident upon everyone's faces, sallow by war and hunger that usually comes with.
Arthur stood hunche
+APH+ History of US-CA Part 2 ▬1867▬+APH+ History of US-CA Part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
APH: A History of US Canada relationships --- PART 2
WARNING!: Dark subject matter not suitable for all ages.
A few years past and nothing much had changed between the three nations. Arthur was still caught up in his ways, Matthew was still the third wheel, and Alfred was still the favourite. Sure, there were a few riots here and there over the American Territory, but nothing that amounted to anything serious. Arthur wasnt worried in the slightest, and as the days
+APH+ History of US-CA Part 3 ▬1867▬+APH+ History of US-CA Part 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
APH: A History of Canada US relationships - PART 3
The voyage to France was long and Alfred was anxious to arrive. As the French Coast came into view, so did the eccentric Frenchman, desperately flailing his arms above his head in an attempt to welcome Alfred into his home. His curly blond hair flew in all directions as the boat docked in front of him and a wide smile appeared on his face.
Alfred! Bienvenue en France! Ça fait tellement longtemps depuis ta dernière visite! exclaimed Francis while crushing Alfred in a st
Merlinfic: TMIATD 23Merlinfic: TMIATD 233 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author's note: Part 23 of a Merlin fanfiction. Contains slash.
It's late as I write this so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes.
Things That Merlin Isn't Allowed To Do (According to Prince Arthur)
23: Bath In Open Rivers/Lakes Without A Prince To Guard Him
Gentle sunrays from the red-hued setting sun seek their way through the foliage, landing in a mossy clearing: six men in armour and red cloaks are gathered in the centre. There's also a youth with dark hair, stirring the stew that's boiling over the campfire. They're all happy: the journey to the neighboring kingdom was long and rainy, but they were welcomed well and the negotiations were successful, gaining Camelot another strong ally. The whole way back to the city has been uneventful with good weather, not a drop of rain in sight.
"It's been a successful week," says Leon while taking a bite off his bread and cheese. "But stressful as well. It'll be good to come back to Camelot an
A Prince's best friend - 7A Prince's best friend - 74 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Prince's best friend
Chapter 7: In which Merlin is cured? And for Arthur, it's payback time
The first feeling he had was one of refreshment. The second, as he stretched (a habit he'd developed over the last few days) was one of realization. His limbs were entirely too long. He fletched toes and fingers; they felt a bit sore In shock he opened his eyes. Toes! Fingers! It'd worked! The spell had worked he was normal again!
And very naked in Arthur's soft pillowy bed. With said prince's hand resting on his lower back. (For a second there feeling the warm firm hand against his skin he grew sort of incoherent.)
Wait, how had he ended up in Arthur's bed? Why wasn't he in his own room? Wait last night His memories were sort of foggy...He'd gone to see Gaius, somehow the spell hadn't seemed to work and then .After visiting the dragon, he'd walked down a hallway, toward Arthur's chambers then, poof!, hands, strangers surrounding him
A Prince's best friend - 11A Prince's best friend - 113 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Prince's best friend
Epilogue (11): How It Then Worked Out
For once, it didn't feel bad at all to wake up, spooned against a warm firm body and Merlin didn't worry it was a dream (because last night had felt far to wonderful and close and had left a faint ache confirming it was real, not any kind of illusion). He just cuddled closer to the warmth and thought that he wouldn't mind waking up every morning from now on in Arthur's arms in Arthur's bed, safe, secure, together. The warlock didn't worry about some untimely servant or guard barging in or even the king himself finding out about his and the prince's relationship. He didn't worry about having to tell Arthur about his magic, because he had a feeling deep in his chest that it would work out fine, that what they had couldn't be broken. Arthur really was more caring and selfless than he let on. Last night had been solid proof of that. Oh well, mostly selfless. He might've been a bit selfish last night, but it hadn't been bad
+APH+ History of US-CA Part 5 ▬1867▬+APH+ History of US-CA Part 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
APH: A History of Canada US relationships --> PART 5
"A Al Alfr !"
"Shhhh, calm down"
"Al ... Ahhhhhhhh!"
"It's ok, shhhh"
Matthew covered his ears like a child would, trying to block out Arthur's screams. His eyes were a stormy purple colour, rounded with fear and confusion as he laid them upon the other man.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Arthur once more.
"Doctor please, make him stop!" pleaded Matthew
"I'm sorry Major Williams
ChildhoodChildhood3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
C'è stato un tempo in cui lo specchio non mi restituiva sempre lo stesso volto corrucciato, grave, tetro...
C'è stato un tempo in cui questo viso non sembrava scolpito nel marmo da un artista melanconico e disperato intento a portare fuori di sè l'immagine di un uomo stanco, frustato ed invecchiato troppo in fretta.
È sempre stato sottile, giallino e malaticcio, ma c'è stato un tempo in cui un paio di enormi occhi verdi mi mostravano il riflesso di un ragazzo sereno, e gli unici solchi erano quelli delle fossette di un sorriso.
Tempo dell'infanzia, tempo della pienezza...
C'è stato un tempo in cui mi incantavo a guardarla, e pensavo che avremmo avuto una figlia che sarebbe stata bella quanto lei.
C'è stato un tempo in cui avrei potuto avere tutto, e non volevo la morte. Adesso, che non posso più avere nulla, voglio solo una morte che sia più utile di questa vita patetica, che possa redimermi.
Non passa giorno senza che io accarezzi dei gigli
A Prince's best friend - 1A Prince's best friend - 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Category: Merlin BBC
Pairing(s): will be Merlin/Arthur, possible allusions to Merlin/knight(s)
Genre(s): humour, romance
Warnings: slash (male/male) and pre-slash
Summary: "It started when Merlin turned himself into a kitten (an accident, he swears!) and went downhill from there, especially as Arthur has to weedle him from gushing kitchen maids, plotting knights and a cunning Morgana AND keep this a secret from his father. Merlin really was an idiot who let himself get turned into a bloody cat."
Originally posted at FF.net under the same penname and title, work in progress.
Set before season 2, after season 1, with a good Morgana. I miss her. I also disregard whatever Gwen/Arthur romantic advances that's been going on, sorry if you're fans of that pairing.
A prince's best friend
Chapter one: In which Merlin has an accident (...no, not that kind of accident!)
Large blue eyes, uncanny on that face too intelligent and sharp and steady stared u
Shattered Hopes AmericaxCanada---A/N: The ones in this font is the lyrics. In this font, it is America speaking. And in this font, it is Canada speaking, while this font indicates that they're thinking the same thing.. In this story, America and Canada are twins, and Francis and Arthur doesn't allow incest. I've also used human names in here. Oh, and I've used the English translation for Magnet, Vocaloid. Enjoy this small fic, and do comment/review for this!--Shattered Hopes AmericaxCanada5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In case you don't know:
Arthur Kirkland = England
Alfred F. Jones = America
Matthew Williams = Canada
Francis Bonnefoy= France
A slender flame burns at the edge of my heart
Without warning, it spreads into a burning passion
I remember that day very clearly. It was a bright day in London. The sun shone brightly, the birds were chirping, the skies a lovely shade of blue. And somewhere in the Kirkland residence, I
The Little Danish Mermaid "I WISH I COULD BE... PART OF THAT... WOOOOOOOORLD"The Little Danish Mermaid4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There once was a mermaid Prince, by the name of Denmark, and he found this fantastic world...
as boring as fuck.
The young merman cringed, and tried to turn away. Denmark patted him on the shoulder with a grin.
"What do you know about humans?"
"Humans?" he asked lightly in question. "I have no clue what you're talking about."
"Don't kid around man, I know you know." Denmark gestured to their tails, slightly identical in the pattern. "They have those things... legs and feet." Denmark's tail consisted of red scales, with white scales creating a cross on his right (your left) side. The horizontal stripe of white scales completely circled his tail until they met on the other side while the vertical stripe runs from waist to fin.
Iceland rolled his eyes. "I do not know much about humans at all, let alone your 'legs and feet' nonsense." his tail was very much the same, minus the majority of the scales were blu
Conversations with a dragon - 2/2Conversations with a dragon - 2/23 years ago in Humor More Like This
Merlin/Arthur pre-slash. Follows Coversations with a dragon 1: On princes, destinies and idiots. Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Time for more silliness and some oblivious/innocent!Merlin and smug!SlashDragon (and obvious!Arthur somewhere in the background). Warnings: unbetaed, slash, AU. Some spoilers/references to season 1, episode 11 (I think it's that ep, anyway). See description below for full info and link to part one.
Conversations with a dragon:
On warlocks, destinies and prats
"I think Arthur's been enchanted."
Large yellow eyes regarded him closely. "And what makes you believe that?"
"Well," Merlin said, gesturing with his free hand, "he's been acting odd like he's been hit on his head; he's too nice. I took him to the physician to be examined but he's got no head injury, and Gaius says he's not ill either; he's got no fever or anything. He has defied his father more than twice in two days to spend time with me (
Ballad of SigynSo it came that Loki, once again, travelled the way to Jotunheim, as he had done it quite a few times before. Normally he would have had a destination in mind, but seeing the times had changed with Balder's recent death it would not have been wise to go to anywhere specific.Ballad of Sigyn5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And yet he wound up at a place familiar.
"I did not expect you to grace us with a visit. Not in times as these and especially not after such a long while", Utgard-Loki, the uncrowned king of giants, greeted him as the smaller Loki set foot into the giant' keep.
"It may surprise you to hear, but I've hardly been a welcome guest in these halls ever since you set up these dreaded contests of yours."
"And what, pray tell, brings you here then?"
It wasn't until several horns of mead and mugs of ale later that Loki of Asgard started to tell freely about the reasons of his travel, starting to nag about the other gods and giving his namesake a good laugh:
"One would think you would know how our friends