Acceptance Dear Dad,Acceptance3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. Even if it's something you do.
I've finally got a girlfriend; she's great and I care about her a lot. She's smart and she's nice and she's beautiful. And I don't care if you don't approve, because I love her.
It's Rose Weasley.
I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I'm done with trying to live my life by your rules, but I'm sorry if this upsets you.
I didn't really want to go into Slytherin, you know. The Hat was considering Ravenclaw, but chose Slytherin. I didn't argue, but I wanted to. I didn't because I knew you wanted me to be Sorted into Slytherin.
I regret it.
This won't be another choice I'll live to regret. I'm not leaving Rose, even if you disown me. This is my choice.
Water Park Fun +Draco/Harry+The heat was horrible and hot. Terribly hot but that was just Draco whining because despite what he thought, muggles had their ways of getting cool and the biggest was a water park.Water Park Fun +Draco/Harry+3 years ago in Humor More Like This
That's where he was with Potter, his husband for the past six years, as well as the young boy that was created from their DNA named Jeremy. Oh, and of course the Weasleys with their kids. Draco wasn't too happy about that because, one, they were Weasleys and two, they were loud, and three, they were Weasleys!
"I wanna go on the red one!"
"Yellow one, yellow one!"
"Mom, I need to go potty."
Jeremy however, wasn't as loud as them. He was well behaved and very smart. Too smart at times that it made Draco feel awkward at times when he couldn't answer his many questions. Jeremy was observant and looked around but when he saw just how big the slides were, he gripped his fathers' hands.
"Which one do you want to go first, J
Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 13 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
Stop Ignoring Me!A/N: Remus and Sirius slash. Don't like? Don't read.Stop Ignoring Me!3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You're acting like a child!"
Remus rolled his eyes and continued on his way out of the Gryffindor common room, not looking back at the other teen who was calling out his name.
With a huff, Sirius sat back down in his seat on the couch right beside James who was trying his hardest to hide his smirk. "How long's it been?" he asked while managing to sound nonchalant.
"3 days," Sirius mumbled, slouching more in his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest as he pouted. It had been an accident, it really had, but Remus still blamed Sirius for his essay being ruined by his tea. It wasn't Sirius's fault that the drink had been resting on a small stack of books by said essay and that he'd accidentally on purpose bumped into the table to get Remus's attention which caused the cup to topple over. "He's never ignored me this long before."
"Have you tried apologizing?" Peter suggested, not looking up from the Muggle m
Draco the IncompetentPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyDraco the Incompetent3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: a mild T
If the story seems familiar, it's because it has been made into a comic-- info below.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun
"Don't be silly, Draco. No one is staring at you. Come along."
Pansy was just flat-out lying to him. As he followed her into the clerical department of the Ministry, absolutely everyone stared at Draco. Several middle-age ladies exchanged significant looks. As he passed them, he could hear them whisper: "A pity, isn't it? Such a promising young man. Did 'outstanding' in most of his OWLs. Something terrible happened to him in the war, though. A shame, such a handsome boy unmarriageable."
Pansy led him through the desks and to a small office. A sixtyish woman looked up from her work. "Ah, here he is, our new errand boy. How are you today, Draco?" she said in the sort of voice one used for dogs and small childr
GwL: 20 Truths about Harri and Neville20 TruthsGwL: 20 Truths about Harri and Neville4 years ago in Romance More Like This
1. When Neville learns that he will be starting at Hogwarts the same time as the famous Harri Potter, he expects to meet someone on par with Morgan la Fey, Freyja, or Circe He certainly does not expect a small, pale little girl smaller than him, even! looking just as anxious and awestruck as he felt.
2. When Neville tells people his favorite color is green, they always assume it's because of his love for plants. This is not the case.
3. On occasion, Harri likens herself Cinderella, an orphaned girl treated like a servant by her cruel relatives only to be whisked away by her fairy Godmother. To this day she often fears that the clock will soon strike 12 and end the spell, leaving her trapped in her cupboard once again.
4. Neville's dorm mates are unable to understand his melancholy when they learn of his toad Trevor's passing during 5th year. Harri does, however; she is in attendance when the
GwL: K-I-S-SHer first kiss is aptly shared with her first friend, Ronald Weasley. It is as clumsy and awkward as most first kisses usually are, rife with much fumbling and bumping of noses. This is followed by a long round of awkward pauses and uneasy giggling. The two of them make a pact to never repeat the act or tell a soul especially Hermione.GwL: K-I-S-S3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her second kiss is from Sirius; a grateful and tender peck placed gently upon her brow. It makes her think of how a parent should treat their child as something precious, something to be treasured and cared for. In that moment she knows she would like nothing more than to make a new home with her godfather. As she watches him fly away from the castle on the back of Buckbeak, she hopes desperately that someday she'll have the chance.
Cedric grants her her third kiss, a gallant peck upon the back of her hand in the middle of the crowded ball. It makes her feel like a
SH HP Houses"Why am I in Gryffindor?"SH HP Houses4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What do you mean, John?" Sherlock looked up from his potions homework to study his sandy haired companion.
"My mum was in Hufflepuff so was my dad my sister too. And yet I was placed in Gryffindor." John stared at his homework for a long moment, thinking. "Come to think of it the only time I show any Gryffindor like qualities is when I'm following you around. And yet you're not in Gryffindor."
"No, I most certainly am not." Sherlock smirked, idly touching his blue scarf. "I prefer to leave the heroic deeds to you."
"Come to think of it why are you in Ravenclaw? I heard the Holmes' were always placed in Slytherin."
"Always, John? Always until now you mean. I broke that delightful cycle, thank you." Making a face Sherlock returned his attention to his homework.
"Slytherins are just as clever as Ravenc
GwL: Anything at AllGwL: Anything at All4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Neville stared at the jewel-encrusted blade in his hand, the goblin-wrought silver glinting in the dim light filtering into the front courtyard. The sword showed no wear and tear; had he not been the one to do it, he wouldn't have believed it to be responsible for destroying Voldemort's final Horcrux.
He'd felt the weight of the pommel in his hands as he'd swung, felt the drag as it bit into the serpent's flesh, but once the blow had been struck, the creature known as Nagini had ceased to exist. The snake had crumbled into dust, blowing away on the wind much like the Dark Lord himself.
The young Gryffindor breathed a heavy sigh of relief at the thought, focusing his attention on the sword in his hands. To think that it had just appeared in the Sorting Hat in the middle of all that madness!
"The sword of Godric Gryffindor," a voice behind him said softly. "Will always appear to aid one who is a true Gryffindor."
Turning in h
L'Autre Rose - The Other RoseL'Autre Rose - The Other Rose4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Title: L'autre Rose (The Other Rose)
Language: French, with English translation
Fandom: Doctor Who, Le Petit Prince
Un jour, dans le voyage du petit prince, il n'a vu pas une planète, pas un homme à qui parler. Dans le ciel, seul un boite. Le boite a été grand et le plus bleu bleu jamais. Le front de le boite avais deux portes, et une fenêtre dans chaque. Un signe au sommet a proclamé « Boite police appel public ». Dans une main provisoire, le petit prince a frappé sa main à la porte.
À le surpris de le petit prince, un homme grand et mince a ouvert le port. Il a été un large sourire dans se visage, comme un petit enfant dans une boutique des jouets. Ses yeux a été large et le couleur de chocolat fondant. Ses cheveux collés dans une manière qui a donné l'apparence d'un
Request: Big Brother!Spain (x) Sister!ReaderRequest: Big Brother!Spain (x) Sister!Reader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Come on say it."
"Not a chance."
"Please? For me?"
"I said no!"
"Don't you have to be bothering someone else?!"
"Not until 9."
Spain sighed as he watched Norway and Iceland have their usual argument. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been called 'big brother'. After most of his little colonies grew up and got their independence, he had talked very little to any of them. How he missed the days when they all were together. Maybe he could try and follow Norway's example and just ask, but who should he try it with first?
A sudden, random memory from his past hit him like a ton of bricks.
~Le Flashback; Ohonhon~
Spain descended his ship and look around the land. Not much out of the ordinary; some trees, grass, a couple birds, the Sunlight was harsh by normal person standards, but he was used to it by now. No one seemed to be around, though. "I claim these lands in the name of Espaņa
GwL: Late Night LamentationsLate Night LamentationsGwL: Late Night Lamentations4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Remus Lupin stepped into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, frowning curiously at the sight of his long-time friend sitting hunched over on a stool at the counter island. "Sirius ?" he called out hesitantly. The dark haired wizard raised his head, dark eyes studying him quietly. Although his countenance was vast improved from the pale, gauntness gained from years of imprisonment, the hollow look in his eyes was definitely cause for concern. "Are you alright ?"
The animagus blinked slowly, fixing him with a tired facsimile of a smile. "Remus," he murmured softly. "Did you just get back?"
He nodded. "Albus wanted to discuss a few things with me," he replied carefully, hesitant to disclose that the elder wizard had already tasked him with a mission. His friend was already irritable about the fact that he'd been called back to his ancestral home for his own good, of
Dystopia: The Hunger Games PoemDystopia: The Hunger Games Poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wake up blinded by the sunlight
Only to realize absence of life's delight
Everyone yearning for brightness
In this place enclosed in darkness
The piercing pain,
The woeful cries
The thirst for greater wealth
To achieve a better health
Families tenuous of starvation
Parents and children seeking direction
Each district secretly wanting insurrection
Against the Capitol's greedy agitation
Iridescent competition for survival created,
Controlling life for entertainment started
All of us longing for an end to this rapture
No longer wanting to suffer from this seizure
This dystopia encased in obscurity
Residents being absorbed by vanity
Can this really be reality?
Why is it devoured in catastrophe?
What caused us to give birth to human bestiality?
The Anthem of HarmonyThe Anthem of Harmony4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When the darkness comes
When the shadows return
Six lights will awake
Guided by their friendship
With the power of
Harmony within them
Together they will
Bring an end to evil
Honesty will fight against any lies
Kindness will aid those overwhelmed by anger
Laughter will wither all sadness away
Generosity will help those in need
Loyalty will strike bravery into the hearts
Magic will then make everything complete!
Rise forth once more
With the sun and moon guiding their way
They will always prevail!
You'll find your way!
Lift us through
In souls and hearts!
Rise forth once more
Spirits of Harmony
When the darkness comes
When the shadows return
Six lights will awake
Guided by their friendship
With the power of
Harmony within them
Together they will
Bring an end to evil!
Honesty will help stand us firm as mountains
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
Mists of AvalonMists of Avalon5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I'd be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained.
Mists of Avalon Pt. 1
Story: Kim West
Editing: Autumn Winters
It was a dark and stormy night. Evil filled the night air, making even the bravest of men think twice about venturing forth into its depths. Vile magic brewed up this billowing
Steve's (unofficial) theme songSo me and a friend of mine where wanting to make up a little rhyme for Hetaoni and it resulted in the freddie cruger rhyme,but here it isSteve's (unofficial) theme song3 years ago in Humor More Like This
1,2 Steve is coming for you
3,4 you better lock the doors
5,6 hope you don't get picked
7,8 Prussia stay up late
9,10 Italy went back again
Ya,this was just something that was pretty short and me and my friend are still working on this...
Dance Dance - SherlockSebastian and Jim were at a bar, celebrating their victory over the last case. Sebastian could hold his liquor reasonably well, but later in the night he found he actually couldn't hold his liquor, and he actually dropped it all over the floor. At this realization he only giggled and took another sip of his beer.Dance Dance - Sherlock3 years ago in Humor More Like This
And then, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy started to play on the radio in the background in the bar and Sebastian jumped up excitedly, nearly losing his footing. "Oh shit, I love this song!" He cried to the rest of the drunk people in the bar and Jim, who was only a little tipsy and the radio that was only background music earlier got cranked up. Sebastian started singing along with the song just as they hit the chorus, nearly butchering the song in his drunken state.
He even attempted to get on a table and start dancing, but soon found out that gravity decided that the ground was a much better place to be right then. He bobbed his head to the music and danced around on the floor
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
Our Final Goodbyes.Our Final Goodbyes.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I couldn't believe it. James wrapped an arm around me, and I completely lost it. If we hadn't been dating since the beginning of the year, I would've pondered why James was here with me. He hugged me close and let me cry onto his shoulder, Remus holding onto my other hand for comfort. Right now, all I wanted to do was shrivel up into a ball and die. Especially with the looks Tuney kept shooting in my direction, as if this was all my fault. Vernon was with her, the whale doing nothing to ease the obvious pain my sister was feeling. I couldn't believe it. Mum and Dad had been found at home, dead. Nobody's entirely sure who did it, but by the rather obvious looks of it, they had been tortured to death by Death Eaters. I was a little surprised with how James reacted when he found out. He'd been planning to be an Auror since we were twelve, and this seemed to ignite the passion for the job, wanting to avenge my parents' death. I didn't object in any way. Though I don't plan on being an Auro
Wake UpJim had woken up a while ago. A long while. But he refused to open his eyes, just yet. Because, you see, he didn't need to.Wake Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could feel the softness of the sheet, and duvet cover. It was, of course, thick just how he liked it. Luxurious. Tantalisingly fluffy. He could feel the slight chill in the air around his face, as there always was in London, and the contrast of that with the warmth under the covers. He could feel the clothes he was wearing: just a pair of boxers with a plain t-shirt. And, if he stretched his hand, or foot, or body a little way to the right, he could feel the man lying next to him. Comfortingly close, so that if Jim ever felt disorientated or worried, he could just reach out and he'd be there. Looking after him and watching over him, even in his sleep. Sebastian Moran: The best sniper in London and the best lover a man could ask for.
He could smell that gorgeous shower gel that Sebastian always used, without fail or deviance. He could smell the faint arom