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
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
Steve x Tony: DreamStony DreamSteve x Tony: Dream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve dashed over to Tony. No. No, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen, Tony wasn't supposed to be dead! His hand frantically wavered over the armor, then he leaned down to see if the other male was breathing. When Steve realized that he wasn't, he went into a panic. Then, Hulk suddenly roared, shocking both Steve and Thor, and Tony woke up with a jolt. Steve visually relaxed at the sight of Tony being .well, alive. "Whoa, what the hell." Tony said, breathless. "What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me." he said. "We won." Steve told him. Tony's eyes darted over to Steve. "Well there is one exception. To the kissing thing." he said with a wink over to Steve. Steve blinked, and his face went a bit red. Wait, was Tony talking about him? No, he couldn't be. Steve's questioning thoughts were interrupted by Tony saying. "Oh yeah! That's great guys!" he said. Steve smiled slightly. 'I think .I'm in love with this man' he thought to himself. "We s
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
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
Patchouli GirlOn her front porch she had one of those little wooden step stools covered in potted flowers and various ceramic animals a frog, a squirrel, a giant ladybug. It struck me as strange, something my dead grandmother would have had on her front porch. It was definitely not the porch I had pictured as belonging to my first one night stand.Patchouli Girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was a step behind her as she fumbled with her keys. I had been drinking, too much. Probably. All evening I had chewed on my fingernails, hoping the Captain and coke would give me the courage to deliver the witty, flirty lines I had rehearsed in my mind all week. I'm fairly sure it didn't work.
The door was red, and I thought again of my dead grandmother the horrid crimson sweater she knitted for me one Christmas, the one I had felt obligated to wear every December until the funeral. I think everyone has a horrid crimson sweater from their grandmother.
It seemed forever to me that she fumbled with her bulky keys, laughing and shooting me fli
Luna's Song“We will sing to you, Doctor. The Universe will sing you to your sleep.”Luna's Song10 months 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
Queer Eye For The(Mostly)Straight Guy Chp 7Castiel pays and hurries out of the cafe as quickly as he can, hoping he hasn't lost Dean. He'd seen Dean's walls and pushed passed them. It's not something he should've done, but the layers of guilt and self-loathing needed to be broken through somehow. This man has too much good in him to be weighed down by such guilt.Queer Eye For The(Mostly)Straight Guy Chp 71 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, Castiel well knows that it will take far more than a day and some encouraging conversation to help Dean. He forces himself back into a professional mindset, doing his best to focus on the task at hand. The best thing now if for him to deliver Dean to Balthazar and let things settle out. He simply hopes he hasn't marred the rapport that they'd begun to build. After all of this he'd hoped somehow, they could be friends.
He finds Dean waiting in the sidewalk, hands in his jean pockets, his expression a neutral mask. He looks so accustomed to wearing it that Castiel's heart twists a bit. He knows what it means to have to hide yourself frequently.
Dean surprises Ca
A Merry Non-ChristmasPairing: Sirius/RemusA Merry Non-Christmas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre: Slash, Romance
Summary: Non-magical AU. Remus hates Christmas and just wants to be alone. But when he stumbles upon a freezing homeless boy outside his flat, how can he deny the spirit of Christmas?
Disclaimer: Characters and world belong to J. K. Rowling
Remus strode through the snow, making his way home. It was still early in the evening, but he couldn't take the festivities at the Potters any longer. It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with them. It was just that he hated Christmas - especially Christmas Eve - and he was too depressed to be social. He had only agreed to come in the first place because James and his parents had pressured him to join them. They didn't understand that he wanted to be alone and wallow in self-pity. He just wanted to go home, light a fire in the fireplace, get into bed and get this day over with.
He shuddered and tugged his coat and scarf tighter around himself. It was
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 41 year 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
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
Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 1When Callie Halaway left her house that morning the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but when she left work that afternoon the thunder had started to roll.Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How's a girl supposed to see in all this rain? She asked herself as the weather changed from drizzles to drops and then from drops to streams. Callie soon realized that she was getting no where quickly when, in order to stay dry, she couldn't see over her lowered umbrella.
I'm going to have to wait this storm out. Callie jumped to her left just in time to avoid the splash of water that a speeding car had just thrown her way. As she straightened herself back out she accidentally forgot to watch where her feet were going and she tripped into a door frame that just so happened to open inwards. Her cold, wet figure flopped down onto the gross carpet of a little shop that she had never noticed before.
"Hello little lady," A man said as help helped Callie up out of the floor. "How may I help you today? What do you desi
The Fangirls Must DieDraco Malfoy sat down at the muggle contraption, "Harry? Why have you brought me here?"The Fangirls Must Die3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry just rolled his eyes, "Draco, I told you already! There are muggles out there who bought J.K. Rowling's books and they have a sick sense of humor!"
"So you've brought me to a muggle library?" Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow at the books around him. He hated books.
"This is the only place I could get a computer. Now, hush up!" Harry started hitting keys and a website popped up, "This is called fanfiction. Where muggle fangirls post stories about people at Hogwarts pairing up and they get super graphic! There's everything from Hermoine and you," Draco snorted disgustedly, "To Ron and Luna, to YOU AND ME!"
Draco jumped out of his chair and pointed his wand at the computer, "You will die you blasted muggle machine!"
Harry pulled Draco back into his seat, "Shut up, you moron, you can't just blow up the computer and expect the stories to go away! They're on the internet and they'll be there forever
A Morning with the Marauders"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED OR I'LL DRAG YOU OUT BY YOUR STUPID HAIR!"A Morning with the Marauders3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sirius was not a morning person.
"TOUCH MY HAIR AND I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GREAT HALL WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!"
James loved mornings. As long as they were spent in bed, of course.
"COME ON THEN, YOU SPECCY GIT, HAVE A GO!"
"GLADLY, IF I WEREN'T AT RISK OF FLEAS!"
"I'LL SHOVE YOUR BLOODY ANTLERS UP YOUR ARSE!"
Remus and Peter were once impartial, but had acquired particular disdain for mornings after not experiencing a quiet one in six years.
"Sirius, put your wand down, you've already got a week of detentions from Saturday." Remus warned as he adjusted his tie.
Sirius begrudgingly replaced his wand in his pocket, grinning nostalgically at memories of his most recent drunken escapade.
"James, he's right," Remus continued with his self assigned mediating position, "We're already late for breakfast."
"It's Monday," James's voice was muffled from the blanket he'd pulled over his head, "The teachers expect me to be la
Can't Go Home Again My name is Jacob Mullins. I just turned 24 last week and got a phone call from my father telling me to come home. Now, as I get out of my car and head up the walkway, I'm not too jazzed to be walking back into the house that reminds me of my childhood. It took me a year and a half to move into an apartment and get a decent job and now I have to take a leave of absence to take care of the old codger before he croaks. If I lose my job over this there better be something phenomenal in that will of his to make up for it.Can't Go Home Again5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As soon as I open the door the smell of dust and sickness reaches my nostrils and my lip curls. I make my way down the hallway and into the old man's bedroom and don't bother to knock before I step in. He's hooked up to a oxygen tank and his eyes look glazed over as he fixes them on me. I lean against the dresser and fold my arms across my chest.
"So I'm here."
"And insolent as ever, I see." His voice is raspy and there's a t
Trinity RoseAs a teenager, he was the artist who painted sunsets just to see them bleed their light through acrylics, dandelions beheaded in the frost to prove that you don't need hands to come out of the world scathed. He created beautiful women with their hair over their eyes and their tummies sucked in and rose vine tattoos sneaking up their thighs only because he wanted to show how you become tainted.Trinity Rose4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His theory: you look as helpless and fragile as possible and then you open all the windows and the doors and a violent man walks in, or a vengeful wind.
That came from a sixteen-year-old mind high on hormones and a lack of experience.
That came from a young boy who believed you had to feign tragedy to be a good artist.
The older he became, the blinder he let his paintings become, perhaps literally. The only places he'd ever looked were up to the sky and down to his canvas. No elderly couple, no schoolchildren ever stumbled out of the light he stroked excessively between shadows. Their eyes always
and now - today i waited and waited and waited, and you never said anything beautiful at all.and now -4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
 today i clicked 'i'm feeling lucky' on google. the screen went blank except for two words - are you?
 today i saw a man planting daffodils beside the highway. i asked why. he told me yellow was the color of happiness.
 today an old woman patted my cheek with a wrinkly hand and told me everything was going to be all right, after all.
 today a boy i see everyday on the ten-fifteen bus to central station told me i had beautiful eyes.
 today i wrote 'i love you' in twentysix languages, each somewhere in the city. i didn't want to exclude anyone.
 today i fell down the stairs. I scraped my knee, but i was okay.
 today when i
Introducing MiraIntroducing Mira the Rus'Introducing Mira4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-The sun was beginning to set over the city of Kiev. The clouds began to roll towards the Asian steppes and the stars began to pierce through the night time sky. Snow covered the streets, the house tops, the stone walls, everything. Lamp lighters began making their rounds. The average Kievan citizens retired for the evening. Parents called out to their children who were busy playing in the snow. Night time was no place for a child. The night belonged to an entirely different cast of characters. Soldiers from the local barracks searched for a good time. Virile and rowdy teenage boys, who fancy themselves men, poured into the streets. Serb bandits scoured the streets looking for easy pray. Greek traders sold their goods. Old drunks and working girls began to crowd the bars. My oh my, this was no place for a child.
Queer Eye For The(mostly) Straight Guy Chp 5They pile out of the apartment with Gabriel shouting about searching for Dean's porn collection and not so subtly suggesting that he expects to find something homosexual in it.Queer Eye For The(mostly) Straight Guy Chp 51 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel watches Dean tense and prepares to step in, but Dean continues walking so Castiel simply glares reprovingly at Gabriel before closing the door. He can hear muffled snickers from behind the wood.
Balthazar and Lucifer practically bound down the hall and out the door, while Dean walks on at a more sedate, yet determined pace.
Castiel follows closely beside him, finding that he immensely enjoys the simple sensation of walking near him. It's strange for Castiel to be so fond of someone that he's only just met, but he tries not to linger on it in his thoughts.
When the reach the car Balthazar opens the back door and bows with a flourish of his hand, saying "Your carriage awaits you..." while Lucifer snickers from his place in the front seat.
Dean flips him off before climbing in and Castiel hides a small smil
Waverly: Chapter 1Chapter One: Fragile ((and Doll))Waverly: Chapter 15 years ago in Horror More Like This
Fragile didn't have a last name.
In fact, Fragile wasn't even his first name, not really. But that's what he remembered them calling him. They always said: "Be careful around him...he's Fragile right now..."
He was sure that he'd had a real name at one point. Everyone was given a real name when they were born. It's just how the world worked. But he couldn't for the life of him remember his. And Doll wouldn't tell him, if he even knew. In retrospect, he probably could've checked the patient records at the institution he'd come from. But he wasn't entirely lucid at that point, so he couldn't blame himself for not thinking of it.
So he called himself Fragile, when people needed something to address him by.
Doll didn't tell him anything about himself. What he was like before. Whether this was on purpose or because even Doll didn't remember, Fragile couldn't be sure. Doll wouldn't even tell him that much. Fragile didn't remember anything before Doll started