ApartIt had been a very long time since he'd seen her, since he'd touched her golden hair or seen her sunny smile. In fact, her face was beginning to become blurry in his memories, something that scared him far more than he was willing to admit. There wasn't even a picture of her to spare that could remind him of the way her eyebrows arched just so and how her upper lip was fuller than the lower. Such trivial items would not have survived the treacherous journey across the Helcaraxë anyhow.Apart4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pain burned through his chest just thinking about her. The longing to see her face was a constant torment that he could never escape. If only he could just see her. If only she was with him. Why could he not remember...?
His insides twisted with fear, longing and agony. Findaráto did not like to think about her very much at all, but his restless mind always wound itself back around to her somehow
.: 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
APH: Liking"Hey you sick or somethin'?"APH: Liking4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Canada shook his head, keeping his head down. He wasn't thinking straight, even a simple "no" was difficult to process in his hazy mind, it could have been the several glasses of wine he was reluctant to drink or the fact that his brother, which he hadn't spoken for some time, sat beside him and kept rambling on about stuff he could care less. It could have been both but he wasn't sure because it was hard to hear himself think while the other kept talking and talking and talking.
"You sure?" Alfred waited for a verbal response, his eyes fixed on his brother; there wasn't anything fun to look at the party anyway. "I can get you a bed or the sofa if you wanna sleep."
Matthew's arms held Kumajiro tighter as his cheeks turned a darker shade of red. He pursed his lips while staring at his bear's white fur, apparently trying to evade a certain American's tantalizing blue eyes. He shook his head again.
"There's something wrong with you." Obviously. "I can tell 'co
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."
Self preservationSelf preservation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was always enthralled with his lectures, her hair had pink and lime green streaks in it today, thrown sideways into a pony tail though the volume of curl was so thick that it merely looked like she had thrown her hair to one side. Her brown eyes followed him as he moved around the room, he gathered if he asked her a question she'd be able to tell him word for word what he had said. It annoyed him to no end simply because he had never had anyone do it. He had been back at the university for only two semsters and his students had always taken his lectures with sleepy eyes and a desire to be done with it. He wondered what she feared? What would leave her quaking and screaming out of her mind in terror? All he could manage around her were awkward words and looks of dislike though...
And Besides, she belonged to Nigma didn't she?
Aurelie stared at the key as she ate her lunch, she had managed to translate some of the symbols, bu
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
SunshineHis eyes were blank as he waved his hand lazily through the visible radiance of sunshine that cascaded through the thick trees above, dappling the clearing that he didn't dare enter. The light refracted through his hand, bending oddly, as if it were passing through water rather than flesh. Not that his flesh could truly be called flesh anymore.Sunshine4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macalaurë sighed and looked down at the shining green grass. His silver gaze could detect no sign of a foreign, solid object obstructing the path of the light that was being thrown to the ground, lighting up the world around him in a way that appeared striking compared to the gray of everything else around him. Even his pale shadow of a hand seemed brighter beneath the sunlight.
Even the sunshine can no longer see me. This fact should have bothered him, should have brought him some sort of despair, but the elf didn't even twitch. In fact, he was almost relieved
IIIIt had been three days to date since Jim's little show.III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian was waiting for Moriarty's return. He would continue forth with his daily routine, constantly expecting Jim to sidle up alongside him with that grin of his, hat pulled down low over his sunglass clad eyes, a hand tugging on Seb's arm, dragging him home, giving him a new assignment.
It had been three weeks to date since Jim's little feature.
Sebastian wasn't worried yet. Why should he be? His boss would do this quite frequently, vanishing for months at a time on some sudden whim of his fancy. Whether it was to take down a target or because a new hobby had captured his interest for a short period, sending him dancing around the globe to collect them all.
It had been three months to date since Jim's little exposé.
Sebastian still wasn't worried about his boss, but there was this feeling in the pit of his stomach, much like a lead ball weighing him down.
He made certain to jog by Jim's
No Darkness Without LightNo Darkness without LightNo Darkness Without Light6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1 The Birth of Darkness
The Storm Hawks are on a recon mission to find out what Master Cyclonis is up to. The Storm Hawks recently heard that Master Cyclonis is working on something big. They feel the need to stop her evil plans...
Whatever it may be.
My Names Aerrow. Im the leader of the Storm Hawks Squadron. My team is the best team ever. I have everything that a team leader needs. A wingman with sharpshooting skills, a specialist, a strongman, a well trained carrier pilot and a trusty sidekick all by my side. The best part of all this is that theyre all my friends.
Piper, what was it you wanted to talk about? Aerrow asked as he walked in Pipers room.
I think Cyclonis is working on something like the Storm Engine before. I over heard a group of people at the supply depo talk about it.
Hmm... Well I guess we better get more information about it. To the He
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
+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
One ShotOne Shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seb kept his gun in hand, his sight tracking John as he jumped from the Taxi. Jim wouldn't just shoot Sherlock, he had to fall, he would never ruin his perfect ending.
There was only one person that could have been shot on that rooftop, no matter how much Seb refused to believe. He brought a hand to his ear, switching on the com system between him and Jim.
"Sir, I need the word, I've got the doctor in sight. Should I Shoot?"
"Boss, I need the word. Yes or no?"
Still no word.
"Dammit Jim, answer me you bastard!" Seb found himself screaming over the line, as if he
could bring Jim back by cursing and insulting him.
Seb focused back on his target.
He could shoot him.
He could do what Jim had promised.
He could burn Sherlock's heart right out with one bullet.
Instead he found himself watching as John screamed his best friends name and began to run. Sherlock had fallen from St Barts, Jim had gotten his perfect ending, what would he have said if Seb were to shoot right now.
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
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
+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
FICLETS -Love + War- (MxJ)FICLETS -Love + War- (MxJ)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
TITLE: Venus ( ♀ )
Zuko had said, "You're beautiful" so many times, Mai began to wonder if the words were just habit to him, that he never really looked at her anymore...
Did it really matter to her to be told that she was pretty, again and again? That was what silly, shallow girls wanted to hear, sincere or not. Right? 'I began to expect him to say it... and then, I became deaf to it...'
"I never realized..."
Then again, Zuko tried to change her in many, subtle ways, ways that she never realized until now, when the contrivances of Fate had put some time and distance between them. He wanted her to smile on cue; asked for it, noted when she did not, bothered her about it, assuming it was some sign that something was wrong with her, not realizing that she did not smile unless she wanted to, unless there was a good reason for it.
"... when you smile..."
Of course, people associated smiling with happiness. So maybe, after all... sh
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 (