Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ones we love can hurt us the most
Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.
James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.
Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'
James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.
"No." she said concisely.
Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She he
Killing loneliness with you"You think it's funny, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's voice sneered across the room. Harry shook his head, desperately trying not to laugh. They were stuck in this room for only several hours now, and already Draco Malfoy had gone completely crazy it seemed. He tried every spell to get the door to open, but it was deadlocked. Draco's last attempt was trying to smash the door open, not even with magic anymore, but just by throwing chairs to the door.Killing loneliness with you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I guess we just have to accept the fact that we're stuck here Malfoy, at least until someone comes and finds us. And believe me, I find being stuck here with you, just as delightful as you." Harry replied sarcastically.
"I will not just sit and wait, Potter!" Draco sneered back, yet again failing at an attempt at breaking the door open with a chair. Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat down with his back against the wall. If he was stuck here with Malfoy, he could at least use the opportunity to make fun of him.
"Argh!" Draco screamed out in agon
Chapter 1Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: Memories Of Harmony
Pairing(s): Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna and Neville/Ginny
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and related characters © JKR
Rebecca Knight, Pan and Athena © Me; Natasha Maxwell
"Meeting you was fate. Becoming your friend was a choice. But falling in love with you I had no control over."
Five years have past since Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort.
Harry and Hermione have returned to Hogwarts, along with all their friends, to celebrate this milestone and reminisce about everything that has occurred to them over the years.
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, for doing such a wonderful job editing this fic and suggesting some brilliant lines.
Thanks go to Misti, or miscard on Portkey.
Listening to her wonderful Harry/Hermione podcast; Harmony Podcast, encouraged me to write my first Harry Potter fic. To all my fellow Harmonians who are reading this and have an I-Pod an
Wizarding World ReviewWizarding World Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Let's just say I'd been waiting for this since January, and exclude the fact that it's technically been all my life, this way it sounds less melodramatic and I can get on with things. The car was approaching Universal when I saw it. . . among the green tracks of the Hulk Roller Coaster were the tall spires of Hogwarts Castle reaching to impale the sky. It was my Statue of Liberty, symbolizing to me that I'd finally made it home . . . I almost cried with happiness. What I actually did was put my iPod in my bag, scream, and begin talking nonstop about how excited I was.
So there I was, walking with my aunt and her boyfriend Steve [more like skipping, because they'd made me eat lunch in the Dr. Seuss land and I was about ready to spontaneously combust]. The Lost Continent is lovely, but when you've been waiting for your family to take you for about four months, nothing else is as beautiful to your eyes as the approaching arch of the entrance to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
The Worst Fanfiction EverHi. Im Scarlet. Im 18. Im a shy, headstrong girl who doesnt have friends. I wear a lot of black and people think Im a freak. Im totally not though, Im just goth.The Worst Fanfiction Ever7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, I was like, walking, and I bumped into Bernard Wicken from Poison of your Choice. My God hes sexy.
Oh dear, Im sorry Miss. he said, his light brown eyes looking at me apologetically.
Oh, thats okay. I said shyly. But I was totally like OMG its Bernard hes so sexy! in my mind.
Well, I feel bad, how about I get you some coffee to make up for it? He offered.
Yes! I mean, okay, sure. I said. My heart almost exploded. My mind was racing. Bernard Wicken just offered to get me coffee!
So we like, went to this coffee shop. He got some sort of French Vanilla specialty thing, I just got a good ol regular coffee, because its black, like my soul.
We got talking n stuff
TwilightI must admit to having read and liked all four of the Twilight books. However, the books have since been ruined by obsessive fangirls also known as Twitards. Yes, the Twitards who have denigrated into this macabre cult worshipping at the feet of Stephanie Meyer. "I'm in love with Edward/ Jacob/ my own self-indulgence" proclaim most of the 'Tards; forever cementing in my mind gross images of *insert character here* and *insert self-proclaimed dumbass here*. Meyer herself even knew these kinds of criticisms were coming. She said in an interview with MTV thatTwilight5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
'You see the punch coming; that doesn't mean it's not going to hurt when it hits." Of course it will hurt her feelings that her wet dream boyfriend of the "perfect marble" features and zero personality is getting slammed. There is even a ludicrous petition circulating the internet asking people to sign up for the injustice against Stephanie Meyer and her "marvelous" books. Appare
Assassin's Creed II: EternityAssassin's Creed II: Eternity4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
October, 1476. Firenze. Italia.
The people's shouts filled the air with a haunting resonance. He couldn't see what stood at the center of the frenzied mass, but he didn't need to see to know. His feet carried him closer to the podium and through the clumped mass before him. It was early October, the fall season in full swing upon the Italian city-state of Firenze. And today, three men stood upon the gallows awaiting the swift hand of fate to claim their lives as prize.
"Giovanni Auditore," A voice boomed out over the indecipherable shouts of the mob. The mention of his father's name stopped Ezio dead in his tracks. His heart beat quickened as he silently joined the crowd to watch the matter at hand.
"You and your accomplices stand accused of the crime of treason. Do you have any evidence to counter this charge?"
"Yes;" His father shouted in reply. "The documents that were delivered to you last night!" That was right. Ezio himself hadn't slept a wink after he'd delivered them himself to
Young Justice-Coming Home-CompleteYoung Justice: Coming Home-Complete-Young Justice-Coming Home-Complete1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Something is wrong." Batman's gravely voice alerted the mentors of the team that he had entered the meeting room after they had returned from their mission.
"What is wrong Batman?" Martian Manhunter inquired.
"I can not reach the Cave or Robin. The Zeta tubes are down and Red Tornado is not responding." Batman reported and the present mentor's eyes widened suddenly on their feet completely alert.
"Fix those tubes! We need to get there now!" Black Canary ordered going into 'panicked mother mode' she look over to see both John and Batman already working on the program for the Zeta tubes in their own parental modes.
"They are working on our end, they are unresponsive on the Cave's end. We will have to beam to the nearest one and proceed from there." Batman reported and the league rushed to the Zeta Tubes, Superman was the last to go in.
"Recognized. Batman. Martian Manhunter. Green Arrow. Black Canary. Aquaman. Flash. Superman." The female voice rang
"None of Your Business""None of your business!""None of Your Business"8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There. He said it. How many cheerfully insincere 'Good morning, how are you?'s could one man stand without resorting to an honest answer every once in a while? He wryly noted the blue smocked cashier exchanging a startled and slightly amused glance with the young mother who stood next in queue. As if this well-fed, middle-aged, 'big box' store drone actually cared how he was. He frowned to himself as the sound track of bland store music, punctuated with the 'blloop' of scanners duly reading bar codes, poured into the vacuum created by his breech of social etiquette. As if. Time was when storekeepers in this town more often than not knew how their customers were without asking, and if they did chance to ask, it would be by name. That was before all those 'flatlanders' from down south moved up and built fancy, expensive houses on the mountainsides, bringing 'progress' and 'big
DanielName: Daniel NovielliDaniel11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DOB: May 5th
Weight: 350 lbs
Occupation: Police Officer
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Favorite area/muscle: Arms/biceps
Likes: The law, being a role model, working out, being active, cooking and baking, protecting those who cannot protect themselves,
Personality: Authoritative, masculine, highly protective, watchful, dominant, confident, spartan, dutiful,
Family: Mario and Maria Novielli
Relationship status: Single
Other interesting or unique things: Daniel goes through uniforms like copy paper. Either by outgrowing them, or flexing out of them (usually not on purpose though).
Daniel was born in 1993. Generally leading what he considers to be a 'normal' life in his younger years, the biggest point of interest he considers to be his heavily Italian heritage. While not having a strong Italian accent himself, he was taught to speak Italian fluently by his parents from a yo
New Year's Eve, 1999New Year's Eve, 19998 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
New Year's Eve, 1999
On New Year's Eve in 1965 a young couple stood before a minister in the house
of the young man's parents. The house, now long since gone, built around the
turn of the century, stood in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, many miles from
the Charlottesville, Virginia, home of the young woman.
The gathering there included only the young man's family, all of whom must
have been skeptical about the chances for the success of the marriage beginning
that day. The couple had known each other only about four months, and had spent
most of those four months separated by hundreds of miles of telephone line.
She had ridden the train to Atlanta a few days earlier, back when train lines
had names; this line had been called the "Nancy Hanks." He picked her up at
Union Station, a magnificent depot, now also long since gone. He spotted her
coming up the enormous marble stairs from the platform to the main floor, also
marble. It was a beautiful scene, this pretty girl coming t
Bombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying. Roleplaying Tips and EtiquetteBombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying.6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello, my name is Bombia and I have been roleplaying for about thirteen years. Over those years, I have learned many things and I would like to pass on some knowledge to other roleplayers who are newer to it or would like some tips.
First off, let me talk about some etiquette tips.
Noting a person as part of a roleplay request:
What I find annoying and irritable is if someone just notes me with a "Hello." and nothing else. If noting a person for a roleplay, please tell them why you are noting them. That way the person who you are sending the Note to knows why you are noting them and the process is smoother.
Ending a roleplay
If you no longer wish to do a roleplay, please note the person and let them know that you do not wish to continue and if possible providing them with feedback as to why. That way you do not leave the person longing and waiting for a roleplay. It gets very annoying and rude. In some cases
That Fateful Night [Part1]'That night... That accident... What happened that night? What was that thing? I only saw it for a second, a black blur in the night, then the next thing I knew I was on the hospital bed with Joseph by my side, a huge wound on the side of my body. I was stuck in the hospital for two weeks, but now I'm fine... but what was with that thing? The thought of what did that to me...it scares me. What in the world could've done that?'That Fateful Night [Part1]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PHASE 0: THE DAY BEFORE
Kevin ran these words through his head, looking down at the ground, idly sipping on his can of coke. The voice of his best friend and next door neighbour, Joseph, droning on about this one girl he just met during his run to the nearby convenience store, was blocked out by the repeating sounds of his screaming that night. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.
"You think I should call her yet?" Joseph asked. He punched Kevin's arm when he wasn't getting an answer. "Hello? Kev? You listening?"
"Huh?" Kevin shook his he
You just know...You know you're too much of a Labyrinth fan when...You just know...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Whenever you see a white owl, you run after it, screaming "JARETH!!" at the top of your lungs.
2. You call the school janitor 'Hoggle'.
3. Whenever something doesn't go your way, you cry out dramatically, "It's not fair!"
4. You've made an OC for Labyrinth and paired them with someone (in all likelyhood, Jareth )
5. You've drawn yourself as a Labyrinth style goblin.
6. When you get upset or mad, you stare at the offending object/person and say "I wish the Goblin King would take you away. Right now!"
7. You blame goblins on things going missing or getting broken around your house.
8. Whenever you see David Bowie sing, you sigh dreamily, then wonder why Jareth is on tv.
9. You've done everything on this list so far.
10. You're laughing because that last one is so true.
11. You want your wedding dress to be Sarah's dress from the infamous 'Ball scene'.
12. You've made your boyfriend dress up like Jareth.
13. Your MSN screen
Stolen Kisses Ch. 9Chapter 9: Letters and IdeasStolen Kisses Ch. 94 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two months it was difficult to appreciate just how long a month was until you had to wait anxiously through two of them. The New Year had come and now the second month of it was nearly over. Spring break was only a couple of weeks away and Sarah had no idea how she was going to spend it. Originally she had planned to stay on campus and spend as much time with Jareth as possible, but now that it had been two months since they'd seen each other with only one letter of reassurance from him, she wasn't sure.
The letter had come in the middle of January tied with a ribbon around a single red rose. Sarah opened her desk drawer and took the letter out just then. It was worn and creased from how many times she'd unfolded it, read it, caressed the words 'I love you' at the bottom, and then re-folded it only to repeat the process about four more times a day. His flowing script helped to sooth her and give her courage until he could be there again, but th
Mood Mint Madness Pt.5DRARRY SLASH No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry sat in one of Dumbledore's chairs munching on a biscuit, waiting for Hermione to finish explaining the functions of Fred and George's mints. In typical Hermione fashion, she hadn't simply told Dumbledore her conclusion, she first had to take him through every single step of how her suspicions had been raised, theories tested and conclusions reached based on her previous week's worth of experiments. She had charts.
Harry sat back and let her lecture roll over him, occasionally eating a biscuit or lemon drop. Dumbledore was also sitting back and waiting for her to finish with the slight difference being that he was actually listening.
"Excellent, Miss Granger. How extraordinary. I must speak with the Weasley twins immediately, as well as the rest of the Order. I'll be certain that you, Harry and Ron attend in order to give everyone a thorough briefing of the effects."
Harry bit back a groan. As much as he wanted to be included in Order meetings
Naturally. Drarry. OneshotEverything was black and I couldn't even help myself to try and see. It must be a garden; I could smell the fresh smell of freshly-trimmed grass and the sweet smell of flowers, those that I don't bother to name but it somehow smells very familiar. I gather all my strength to go back standing on two feet as soon as possible. I could feel a raw shear threat creeping off my shoulder, heating up my body in the rush of adrenaline and panic. My lungs tighten in my chest, causing me to breathing-short in a panting fashion. I was waiting for the worst to come, I closed my eyes to avoid the blind sight, if something going to be threatening my life, and I'd like it better if I don't see it coming.Naturally. Drarry. Oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sudden realization hit my head, both of my hands bolted to find the comfortable weight of my hawthorn wand but I found none of it, the comfortable weight on both of my ring fingers is also gone, leaving me defenseless completely. Without a wand, without the singlet ring charmed with all ki
Stolen Kisses Ch. 8Chapter 8: Mi Casa es Tu CasaStolen Kisses Ch. 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was December the twenty first and Sarah sat in the bay window in the salon of her family's Victorian home. In the twelve days Jareth had been gone, there had been a monster of a blizzard, leaving some homes without electricity for several hours until emergency crews had righted the situation. Now though, it snowed lightly. Large bits of white fluff drifted lazily from the gray overcast sky to add to the already giant piles of snow. Sarah rolled her eyes; Mother Nature was taking the "white Christmas" thing just a bit too far.
She glanced at the clock; it was six o' seven and dinner would be served at six thirty. Jareth was late again. Maybe the goblins needed another firm talking to? Or perhaps he'd been found out by the fae who're watching him? Sarah slumped against the cool windowpane, her breath fogging the immediate vicinity. This was worse than Thanksgiving. The waiting seemed so much more intense and interminable. Of course that could
Her Butler: CapturedHer Butler: Captured3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The moon was out by the time I woke, I sat up slowly not wanting to aggravate the still throbbing pain that traveled though my chest. I stood up and lit the candle I kept next to my bed. The dim light casted a long shadow behind me, a dark figure stood in the corner of the room, I smiled and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, "I thought I said not to bother me."
"Forgive me Mistress but you were hurt and as you protector I felt it necessary to watch you so you wouldn't come to any harm as you slept."
"Well that's not the slightest bit creepy," I said, "I want to get this blood off me can you please draw up a bath for me?"
"Of course Mistress," he said and then left the room.
I watched him leave before whistling for Pluto, he came running into the room. I pulled out a letter that I had written a day before and attached it to his collar, "You know what to do," I said and he took off.
I left my room and headed to the bath room, "I need to get back the Phantomhive manor by tomorro
Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 4Castiel has always thought that God must have an ironic and slightly perverse sense of humor and he’s taking this day as proof of it. He curls his left fingers in an effort to stem his irritation as his friend’s revelry and quickly follows Dean, who has bolted towards his bedroom with such speed that Castiel thinks his legs must’ve grown several inches.Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They arrive to find Gabriel and Samandriel on a pile of clothes, rolling about in laughter. Castiel is quite sure tears of glee are streaking down Gabriel’s face.
Dean’s face is dark and he looks as though he’s about to snap, not that Castiel can blame him. He’s well accustomed to his friends antics, yet he finds even his patience is being tested. So he steps in front of Dean and inquires in a voice that’s as calm and authoritative as he can manage “What’s going on in here?
Gabriel and Samandriel manage to reign in their giggles enough to sit up and attempt to piece together an
Mood Mint Madness Pt.6DRARRY SLASH! No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, Harry was walking to Potions when he saw Malfoy walking ahead of him, by himself. Perfect. He looked in his bag and picked out a paper blossom from the multitude he'd filled the inside with. He had spent the entire night previous going through the book and picking out things that made him think of Malfoy. He was prepared for however often he ran into the Slytherin, for at least a day.
He sped up his steps and just as he was passing Malfoy, spun on his heel, into the other boy's path. Malfoy drew up short, and it looked very much like he had no idea what to expect. Harry smiled widely at him and presented Malfoy with his latest creation. It was a hibiscus flower, one that meant "delicate beauty". Malfoy probably wouldn't like being called "delicate", but he didn't care. To him, Malfoy's stunning features were delicate, like spun-sugar crystals on cakes, or frosted edging on cold glass.
Malfoy looked to be stunned speechless. This flo
Luna's Song“We will sing to you, Doctor. The Universe will sing you to your sleep.”Luna's Song1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So said Ood Sigma as the Doctor was on the verge of regeneration that cold New Year’s night in 2005. But there’s one thing I’ve always wondered… did those who sang necessarily have the Doctor in mind? Or were they singing about something else?
Luna Lovegood stared at the white obelisk standing next to Dumbledore’s grave as it was unveiled in a somber ceremony attended by hundreds of people. She was in the front row of chairs (thanks to Harry and Ginny’s input) along with other significant members of the D.A. and the Order.
Upon that cold white marble, she could read the names of people whom she had known, however briefly it was, who had fought so bravely during that final battle against Voldemort. While there were many on that monument, ten names in particular stood out to her.
Fred Weasley. Profe
Midnight ClearDRARRY! Don't like, don't read. One-shotMidnight Clear2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Draco could not believe this was happening to him.
"Pansy, you stupid bint!" he hissed. "Get away from me, you treacherous woman!"
Pansy pouted, not looking at all repentant. "Come on, Draco!" She whined, scowling at his unwillingness to cooperate with her scheme. "Just kiss me already and be over with it!"
The nerve of her.
"I'm not kissing you!" he snarled, trying unsuccessfully to back away from her. "You're the one who put me here in the first place!"
"But Draco!" she insisted, drawing closer. "You know it's just an excuse. I know you've been wanting to kiss me for ages now! I've seen you looking, you know. At the table at breakfast, lunch, dinner..."
She was seriously the most idiotic person in the world. She'd shoved him under this charmed mistletoe in the Great Hall at dinner and expected him to kiss her! People had figured out what was going on and were craning their heads to get in a good look. She was causing a spectacle, one t
Mermaid/Merman Romance 18+Mermaid/Merman Romance RP (18+ or lower.)Mermaid/Merman Romance 18+8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your OC is at the ocean when they see a mermaid ensnared in a net just reeled in by fishermen. They know what happens to mermaids that have been found. (Sold to the highest bidders.)
They either save her there and then by fighting the fishermen or they buy her auction.
Whether the new owner is cruel or kind is your choice.
We can also do a merman/mermaid romance RP. Your choice.
I will be playing the mermaid. No exceptions.
Smut is allowed, as is most things.
Paragraph style and third person.
Let me know if you do not wish to continue.